Since U Been Gone...

Yeah, wow. We've been away for a while. Sorry, guys! We've been crazy busy. (Leigh's all employed and stuff! Yay!) I mean, I could go into all these mundane descriptions about what we've been up to over these past few weeks- which would probably be unforgiveably boring- OR if it's true that a picture is worth a thousand words, I could spin you the following 18,000-word yarn...



















Aaaahh, it all comes down to pink wood. Doesn't it always?

XOXO,
K+L=B.

Summer Breeze...Makes Me Feel Fine....

Please Note: this post is a response to Kevin's. (see below)
Unlike my co-blogger, I like the rest of the population wait with bated breath for the mercury to rise. I love summer. Now that I am leaving the sweltering, humid, tourist-ridden inferno that is the the District of Columbia in July- I'm going to love it even more! I'm going to be near the ocean again! Hurrah!Though please let me firmly state, I will NOT be dressing like Mischa Barton. I have taste. And Facial Expressions.
5- Pirates of the Caribbean: Um, this is certainly NOT in my top five. I loved the first one- but honestly- the 2nd one was- how shall I put this? NOT GOOD. Scoff all you want, I'm replacing this with Harry Potter. Though I do enjoy Johnny Depp...
4- The True Colors Tour-
My phone phone really does ring to Erasure. Oh how I love them. I will suffer through hours on end of mesh tank tops to hear those boys sing. If they sing STOP! I might die. And I wonder why the majority of my male friends are gay... even the gays might not know that song. Le Sigh.
3-The Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest
This has to be The Black Widow's year, right? I mean, Kobayashi has to lose eventually. I really love Coney Island. For both the Steeple Chase and the Custard. And the cross-section of America which it attracts. This is also the first 4th of July in 4 years upon which I do not have to serve Stars and Stripes Margaritas and Burritos. Wheeeeeee.
2-Kevin's Birthday
First of all, I'm 26 and I've live to tell the the tale. Second, Kevin's birthday is not just fun for Kevin, it's fun for all! (though I think his post may be the first and last time anyone refers to him as "badass", no?) The first time I celebrated Kevin's birthday was 1997; and I had just gotten off a plane from Bavaria. I got him an asparagus cookbook in German. Cut to last year: I know this is not the cultural touchstone it once was (shame on you America)- but who wouldn't want to be friends with Kevin after they saw THIS:
Am I right, or am I right?
1-MONTAUK- oh god, I truly can't wait. The Beach. The pancakes. The Margarita in a Bucket. The funny thing is Kevin loves the beach, but remains truly terrified of the ocean. At least once a year he interrupts my singing-to-Justin-Timberlake-while-reading-trashy-magazines-and soaking-in-the-vitamin-D solace to grip my arm and yell "OH LEIGH- They are SO FAR. this makes me NERVOUS!" and the we watch our friends splash in the waves until they return, when Kevin starts breathing again. True Story about Montauk: I once promised everyone that if they would go to the pool with me then Cynthia Nixon would be there: And she WAS. (wearing birkenstocks and a cover-up from Chicos no less) It's a seaside wonderland.
-L