A Matchbox of My Own...

So, as Kevin hinted- I have signed a lease. As of September, I'm on my own! Having never lived on my own before I have some general concerns. Will I like it? Will I be lonely? Will I still want to watch all of those SVU reruns? All in all, I am very excited! The apartment is lovely. The bad news is: I am not allowed to have a dog. Due the insanity of the rental market, I gave up on finding a pet friendly apartment. This, dear readers, leaves me with quite the conundrum. Do I ignore my desire for furry companionship and get some fish? Or, do I go against everything I stand for and attempt to love...
a cat? As many of you know, I have been in charge of a cat all summer, and despite the fact that it goes against every fiber in my being, I'm kind of attached to the little furball. To me, owning a cat as a single woman makes me one step away from decorating in the style of Laura Ashley and taping Cathy cartoons to the fridge. But I want a pet! Could I learn to love...one of these?

Finally, Kevin gets some love from the Paper of Record!

In today's Gray Lady, Abigail Zuger looks at the anatomy, cultural relevence, and biological necessity of SWEATING! Yes! Finally! Someone is giving props to what I can't help doing all summer! Wahoooooooooo!

(Ironically, it's a really nice day here in NY today. Like, super nice.)

Endorsements of the day...
Wanna see a great show?
Wanna read a great book?

It's my birthday this weekend. UGH.

Aging,
Kevin.

PS- Leigh has some crazy exciting news, but I'll let her share that on her own!!

Billable Calories, et al.

Hey crew- Kevin here. I haven't posted on this blog in so long that I just needed to pause and remember what the password was. My brain is silly. So yeah, it's been a while, and I hope you're all well and as gorgeous as I remember. Given my long absence, I was going to post a lengthy, well-considered post about life and all the intricacies of what's been going on over the past few weeks. But my good friend Nick just reminded me of the existance of the early 90s gem Parker Lewis Can't Lose, so now I'm a little nostaligia-dizzy and I think I need to lay down.

But here are some random collected thoughts.

- Bridges are scary places.
- I amazed myself earlier this week by being able to find Zambia on a map.
- Entourage is excellent.
- I hope everyone watches the Gay Debates on LOGO this Thursday.
- If I were a drag queen, I would be a pregnant, suburban drag queen named Gloria. Or maybe "Victoria Falls." (See, it all comes back to Zambia.)
- Mia Farrow is the greatest. Ever.
- Michelle Pfeiffer has more beauty in her under-eye satchels that 90% of human beings have, ever.
- Things I love most this week: pools, not eating meat, and Kevin Dillon.
- Things I hate most this week: the new layout of the Pathmark on Atlantic Ave, my birthday, and John Travolta.

xoxo KEVIN.

Summertime, and the livin' is easy...

So easy in fact, that I think Kevin and I managed to forget we had a blog to attend to.
In the words of my dear friend Kathleen: "I am stressed out enough by that mutt Lohan's latest escapades. Not the blog, don't take that away." Sorry kids. I'll try not to let it happen it again.
Kevin is off frolicing on the sandy shores of North Carolina, so its up to me to hold down the fort until his return.
Of Note:
1.Being fat is apparently a communicable disease. Crap. I guess no one should come over here, because there are totally Milanos and cheese puffs in my cabinet. (Don't worry-the Coke is diet)
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/26/health/26fat.html?em&ex=1185681600&en=d850138797fbcc8e&ei=5087%0A
2. Harry Potter. SO GOOD. 759 pages of perfection. It was so fast paced! So rewarding! I'm only sad because it's over. I guess I have to go back to reading grown up books now. Next up: Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns or I could finally finish Obama. We'll see. Reading literature takes a back seat to reading essays these days.
3. Cinema. I have been on like, a 2 month strech of not being disappointed by film. Being back in New York means seeing more movies, so statistically, I should be runnng into some bad ones. Not happening. From Knocked Up all the way to Hairspray. Good job 2007. Jason Bourne- don't dissappoint me. You represent the only action franchise in my dvd collection.
4. Lindsay. I think the label "hot mess" no longer applies. I think it's just "mess" now. I'm going to leave you with a picture that is better to look at than that horrid mugshot. We gotta support Strong Island -no matter how bad it looks. Think good thoughts?

Fête de la Fédération!

As per usual, Kevin n' Kate threw yet another kick-ass theme party last weekend. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun honoring the storming of The Bastile....

Get a Haircut and Get a Real Job!

Since I already aquired the later- I figured it was time for the former. it's official : I have no hair. And I like it.

(Note my snarky expression: I think it's the new do. Bobs give you attitude.)
Sidebar: Attn: New York- Last night Kevin n' Kate brought me to a bar which offers both Skeeball and FREE PIZZA. That's right. For every drink you order you are entitled to an entire FREE freshly baked personal pizza. I don't don't how the whole city hasn't stormed this place. (sorry the link looks messy- Macs are funny) Crocdile Lounge. GO. NOW.
http://slice.seriouseats.com/archives/2006/06/free_pizza_at_the_crocodile_lounge.php

The 2007 Freddie Mercury Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony

Last night, Roommate and I took in a bombastic concert at Webster Hall- Maximo Park, the irrepresably romatic and rowdy British band that we first saw something like two years ago at Bowery Ballroom. Upon second viewing, I'm not only ready to proclaim them one of the top ten live acts in the world, but I'm ready to enshrine frontman Paul Smith into the Freddie Mercury Hall of Fame (which exists only in my own mind). Fronting a rock band is serious work, and living up to the gold standard of perfection (aka, Freddie M. himself) deserves special recognition.

So congrats, Paul Smith (bythewayyou'resohotohmygodmarrymeaaaaaaa). You're joining such illustrious company as Mick Jagger, Debbie Harry, Joan Jett, Billie Joe Armstrong, Chrissie Hynde, and Brandon Flowers. So rock on. And keep doing onstage splits. And wearing shirts that slow your arms. All of the above are good.

xoxo KEVIN.

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.

We know we've been away for a while. SORRY! Times is hard, sir. Times is hard.

We'll be back real soon with lots of fun updates (and SOOOO many photos), but for right now, my computer is being heinous.

So enjoy this.



XOXO KEVIN (and Leigh.)