On Sunday we went to visit our old friends Alyssa and Steve in their beautiful house in a fabulous NYC burb -- there's lotsa nature, artists, a good school district and it's 45 mins from Manhattan. Best part? It's not Long Island. Why am I not saying the name? Because I am convinced as soon as I utter it all the annoying parents of the world (not you dear readers) will decide they must go there too. Although we are not going to move now, and we can't move now, I don't want any of the tracksuit-wearing Canadian goose-sounding moms I spy at Edgewater Panera to have any idea where I've gone. Because I like to imagine all these people want to be just like me, OK?
Anywho, our friends made us brunch and then gave us a grand tour. And they let us bring our mutt and actually acted happy about it. Oh and I scored a truckload of awesome hand-me-downs for Hugo. These are quality peoples. I met them both doing improv comedy back when the earth was still cooling and dinos ruled the land. Now she's co-owner/creator of a hot lingerie line and he's a bigtime comic book editor. I imagine that when Steve's little boy goes to school the kid whose dad is an airline pilot hangs his head in shame. This is a pic I took of Steve, holdin' up a pic of his angelic non-male child.
Anyway, onto to the moving pictures! Here's a video I made during the visit. Of course, I forgot to mention I might be making a vid, hence the "Who are you talking to" comment you hear at the end.
