Last night, within five minutes of walking into my apartment building after landing on a flight from Chicago, I was standing in the building’s stairwell, stripped naked with my clothes in a pile. Ten minutes later, my mattress was turned on end and my bedding was on the floor.
Facial Hair
16 JanThis is a photo my friend Joel. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s been shaving his head like a cue ball. It suits him.
Tonight when I hopped on Facebook, this was his profile picture. In a thumbnail, it struck me as odd that he had sideburns, so I clicked in to view it more closely. And yes, that’s clearly a shark on his cheek. Appropriate for a guy who loves sharks and has chased them with his camera while helping film and produce documentaries for the Discovery Channel. Well done.
My, How Times Change…
11 JanTonight I got together with my two best friends for a tradition that dates back almost ten years: Girls’ Wine Night. Throughout the years, our wine nights have served different purposes: sometimes we celebrate a new job, a new boyfriend, a new adventure; other times we’re lending support through a difficult relationship, a crappy boss, bad news.
When we were younger, our formula for determining supplies was something like, “A bottle per person and one for the pot.” It wasn’t uncommon for wine nights to stretch to midnight, followed by a day of texting blow-by-blow specifics of what we were eating to stabilize our stomachs. Healthy, right?

