Dan Rather Meets Asher
Has a lot happened, or has nothing happened? Or, has a lot of nothing happened?
Upon reflection, I think it's door number three.
I finished up my final exam with three hours to spare on Sunday morning, then ran up to Blue Sky Bakery in time to see Asher browbeat a pug into licking his hand a dozen times. Shortly thereafter, Jaira our Ecuadorian nanny arrived, and Sarah and I went to her cousin's wedding somewhere in the wilds of northern New Jersey. We stayed for the food and the ceremony, then high-tailed it back to Manhattan for Sarah's office party.
The party was in the Chelsea loft home of Sarah's executive producer, and was fairly low-key. Asher met us there - mostly so Sarah could show him off. Dan Rather was also there. And unlike others of his stature who would prefer to hold court in a corner, he ambled casually from conversation to conversation, adding a gracious and intelligent spark to each. Asher solemnly shook his hand, and he told the two of us that he was sorry that Sarah had to work so hard.
Speaking of Sarah working hard, I think she's going to try to scale back to half-time next month.
On the work front, I moved to a new office on the ground floor of the old Disney store on the corner of 66th and Columbus. It's got high ceilings and big windows, but the street noise makes phone conversations a challenge.
Oh - Should Sarah, Asher and I go to Puerto Rico over Christmas?
Has a lot happened, or has nothing happened? Or, has a lot of nothing happened?
Upon reflection, I think it's door number three.
I finished up my final exam with three hours to spare on Sunday morning, then ran up to Blue Sky Bakery in time to see Asher browbeat a pug into licking his hand a dozen times. Shortly thereafter, Jaira our Ecuadorian nanny arrived, and Sarah and I went to her cousin's wedding somewhere in the wilds of northern New Jersey. We stayed for the food and the ceremony, then high-tailed it back to Manhattan for Sarah's office party.
The party was in the Chelsea loft home of Sarah's executive producer, and was fairly low-key. Asher met us there - mostly so Sarah could show him off. Dan Rather was also there. And unlike others of his stature who would prefer to hold court in a corner, he ambled casually from conversation to conversation, adding a gracious and intelligent spark to each. Asher solemnly shook his hand, and he told the two of us that he was sorry that Sarah had to work so hard.
Speaking of Sarah working hard, I think she's going to try to scale back to half-time next month.
On the work front, I moved to a new office on the ground floor of the old Disney store on the corner of 66th and Columbus. It's got high ceilings and big windows, but the street noise makes phone conversations a challenge.
Oh - Should Sarah, Asher and I go to Puerto Rico over Christmas?
posted by isaacjosephson at 5:15 PM
3 Comments:
you should always go to Puerto Rico over Christmas. duh.
Why do you always insist on identifying the nationalities of your nannies, as if they were the brand names of products? It's just that the information isn't relevant to anything in the sentence or paragraph or post, so one wonders what does make it relevant enough to mention.
TM
Because Tom, I'm a colonialist at heart who believes that all non-protestant, non-white, non-males are simply not as good as me, and I like to make that implicit at every turn.
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