Just Beachy!
Last week was my coworker Rob's birthday. Last year he demanded a Big Sandwich from Subway and we ended up just getting him several sandwiches and lined them up next to each other. He didn't fall for it. This year, he really really wanted to have a kiddie pool to play in, so we actually did it. Our new girl Katie did most of the work in researching and obtaining said pool, and since it was raining and cold out, we had the party in the lounge area.
We all (not including me) put a lot of work into making sure everything was just right.
Including the ice cream sundae.
People even climbed stairs to attend this event.
While we were waiting for Rob, we played with a beach ball. Can you tell how miserable and un-summerlike it was outside??
But we were still excited.
Rob was ecstatic, although not surprised (he had only been talking about it for a year now).
He had even brought his swim trunks and a towel for the occasion.
We all sat around and watched him soak.
Goggles and all.
Our boss, Zarina, dished out all of the sundae.
It was delicious! We were all reminded of the simple beauty of a banana split.
I don't think there are many workplaces out there where you can throw a pool party in foyer any time you want.
"Success!" cried Robert.
He even rolled up his shirt, 80s-girl style, so as not to get it wet.
Later that day, we mused to Sarra how much she looks like the Wacko Jacko on her shirt.
The next day, Jennifer was in town!!! Yayyyyyy! PS 260 had a little party and Dustin tried several times to get a good shot of us together. He kept making us pose over and over again because it came out blurry, so the shot he finally got adequately captured our impatience.
But no worry. We had gotten a fabulous photo earlier that evening to capture our giddy excitement at seeing one another after 2 months of separation.
On Saturday, I threw caution to the wind, cancelled my hair appointment, and joined Dustin on a trip with his college pals to Jones Beach for some last-minute summering. You Arizonans might take September and October for granted, but here in the East you realize with a jolt how fleeting the summer is by August 25th. How sad. Luckily Aaron, D.'s friend, has a car, and with his girlfriend Claire and childhood friend (whose name I ALREADY FORGOT! now named Orangina Girl), we set out on a Saturday funfest.
Happily backseating it...
It was funny... at the beach they had shower rooms and "comfort stations."
We had bought some scrumptiously fresh sandwiches on the way, and boy did they come in handy by the time we got there.
After that, it's stone cold chillin'.
Aaron, a writer for the Wall Street Journal Online, is a furiously fast speaker, point-maker and all-around conversationalist, and even takes his naps in a gesturing pose.
We played in some rough and freezing cold waves for a very long time, which was so amazingly fun - I felt like I was five years old again. We got no pictures of that, but believe me... it was exhilarating. You'll just have to settle for the shades photo.
After more napping, Dustin and Aaron played some Connect Four.
Then it was the long trek back to the car.
The sun was setting as we drove back to Brooklyn, shading a gorgeous light upon our five-person Pixies sing-along party.
Boy, I've had a busy week. Finally, on Sunday, Dustin and I met up for the Revenge Of The Book Eaters event. It benefits 826NYC, which is a nonprofit organization that tutors kids 6-16 in the creative writing area. The org is run by Dave Eggers, who also runs McSweeny's (a quarterly humor magazine) and who wrote one of my favorite books of all time, "A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius." That is all very convoluted, but let's just say Dave Eggers is my hero. The event at the Beacon Theatre was hosted by Dmitri Martin, a comedian and "youth correspondent" for "The Daily Show."
It featured many musicians, bands and some comedians, including A.C. Newman from The New Pornographers.
Grizzly Bear also performed, and although I love their music I ordinarily wouldn't choose to go to a full concert of theirs, because their music is sort of slow and I am always afraid I'll get bored at those sorts of things. But let me tell you............. they were SO phenomenal, each instrument perfectly in tune, every note of each voice gorgeously pitched. I was totally amazed by the depth of sound they put out.
And Fiest did one song with them... although I'm not a big fan of hers.
I was blown away by Grizzly Bear. But THEN this guy Jim James from My Morning Jacket comes on, and completely awed me as well. It's hard to describe how huge and beautiful his voice was, so if you'd like to know click here and choose the song "Bermuda Highway" for a sample. But let me say I couldn't believe how fully his voice filled the space, not overbearingly or strangely the way that live shows sometimes can be, but just beautifully. I have to say the acoustics and the sound engineer were pretty much amazing as well.
Then Fiest came out and read some of the stories the kids had written, including the tale of giant peanut man and his wife, Jelly Taker (which I thought was very odd and pretty hilarious).
And she sang.
The dudes from Broken Social Scene were also there.
As was Britt Daniel from Spoon, who played a bit with A.C. Newman at the end.
They brought everyone out at the end for a last hurrah, although I kind of wished they'd all get together and sing "Let The Circle Be Unbroken" or something.
All in all, a beautiful and well-used weekend, I think. Who cares if my hair is still shaggy?
love,
*jenna*
We all (not including me) put a lot of work into making sure everything was just right.
Including the ice cream sundae.
People even climbed stairs to attend this event.
While we were waiting for Rob, we played with a beach ball. Can you tell how miserable and un-summerlike it was outside??
But we were still excited.
Rob was ecstatic, although not surprised (he had only been talking about it for a year now).
He had even brought his swim trunks and a towel for the occasion.
We all sat around and watched him soak.
Goggles and all.
Our boss, Zarina, dished out all of the sundae.
It was delicious! We were all reminded of the simple beauty of a banana split.
I don't think there are many workplaces out there where you can throw a pool party in foyer any time you want.
"Success!" cried Robert.
He even rolled up his shirt, 80s-girl style, so as not to get it wet.
Later that day, we mused to Sarra how much she looks like the Wacko Jacko on her shirt.
The next day, Jennifer was in town!!! Yayyyyyy! PS 260 had a little party and Dustin tried several times to get a good shot of us together. He kept making us pose over and over again because it came out blurry, so the shot he finally got adequately captured our impatience.
But no worry. We had gotten a fabulous photo earlier that evening to capture our giddy excitement at seeing one another after 2 months of separation.
On Saturday, I threw caution to the wind, cancelled my hair appointment, and joined Dustin on a trip with his college pals to Jones Beach for some last-minute summering. You Arizonans might take September and October for granted, but here in the East you realize with a jolt how fleeting the summer is by August 25th. How sad. Luckily Aaron, D.'s friend, has a car, and with his girlfriend Claire and childhood friend (whose name I ALREADY FORGOT! now named Orangina Girl), we set out on a Saturday funfest.
Happily backseating it...
It was funny... at the beach they had shower rooms and "comfort stations."
We had bought some scrumptiously fresh sandwiches on the way, and boy did they come in handy by the time we got there.
After that, it's stone cold chillin'.
Aaron, a writer for the Wall Street Journal Online, is a furiously fast speaker, point-maker and all-around conversationalist, and even takes his naps in a gesturing pose.
We played in some rough and freezing cold waves for a very long time, which was so amazingly fun - I felt like I was five years old again. We got no pictures of that, but believe me... it was exhilarating. You'll just have to settle for the shades photo.
After more napping, Dustin and Aaron played some Connect Four.
Then it was the long trek back to the car.
The sun was setting as we drove back to Brooklyn, shading a gorgeous light upon our five-person Pixies sing-along party.
Boy, I've had a busy week. Finally, on Sunday, Dustin and I met up for the Revenge Of The Book Eaters event. It benefits 826NYC, which is a nonprofit organization that tutors kids 6-16 in the creative writing area. The org is run by Dave Eggers, who also runs McSweeny's (a quarterly humor magazine) and who wrote one of my favorite books of all time, "A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius." That is all very convoluted, but let's just say Dave Eggers is my hero. The event at the Beacon Theatre was hosted by Dmitri Martin, a comedian and "youth correspondent" for "The Daily Show."
It featured many musicians, bands and some comedians, including A.C. Newman from The New Pornographers.
Grizzly Bear also performed, and although I love their music I ordinarily wouldn't choose to go to a full concert of theirs, because their music is sort of slow and I am always afraid I'll get bored at those sorts of things. But let me tell you............. they were SO phenomenal, each instrument perfectly in tune, every note of each voice gorgeously pitched. I was totally amazed by the depth of sound they put out.
And Fiest did one song with them... although I'm not a big fan of hers.
I was blown away by Grizzly Bear. But THEN this guy Jim James from My Morning Jacket comes on, and completely awed me as well. It's hard to describe how huge and beautiful his voice was, so if you'd like to know click here and choose the song "Bermuda Highway" for a sample. But let me say I couldn't believe how fully his voice filled the space, not overbearingly or strangely the way that live shows sometimes can be, but just beautifully. I have to say the acoustics and the sound engineer were pretty much amazing as well.
Then Fiest came out and read some of the stories the kids had written, including the tale of giant peanut man and his wife, Jelly Taker (which I thought was very odd and pretty hilarious).
And she sang.
The dudes from Broken Social Scene were also there.
As was Britt Daniel from Spoon, who played a bit with A.C. Newman at the end.
They brought everyone out at the end for a last hurrah, although I kind of wished they'd all get together and sing "Let The Circle Be Unbroken" or something.
All in all, a beautiful and well-used weekend, I think. Who cares if my hair is still shaggy?
love,
*jenna*
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