Happy 7th Birthday to Stella Brie! Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours! And Happy Dingo… ’cause why not? (Note two different links for H.D.)
Friday afternoon I met with Saratoga Springs Mayor Valerie Keehn to talk about her involvement in the upcoming fundraiser auction for Universal Preservation Hall, the organization for which I’ve been volunteering since late summer 2005. We have a really exciting event planned for mid-March, so stay tuned for more details. While meeting with the Mayor, it was also a good chance to speak directly with her about the High Rock Redevelopment meeting from earlier in the week; I flipped through the plans, which she had in her office, for one of the massive proposed developments.
Later Friday night we hit a party at Ken and Rachel’s pad where the theme was to bring a weird drink. Jen and I took home bragging honors with the undisputed weirdest drink of the evening: Cynar, an Italian artichoke-infused liquer. Yes, artichoke. It was pretty potent, but I didn’t mind it so much, especially on the rocks and with a splash of H2O.
Saturday was mostly a chill day around the house, cleaning up a bit, completing our taxes, which weren’t too painful this year (hallelujah!), then hanging out at Justin’s place for dinner, drinks, and cage fighting (on the TV, that is, not a Gabe vs. Justin death match).
Sunday morning Justin came over for screwdrivers and a big breakfast, which Jen and I whipped together. I made a ton of pancakes, so I’m enjoying some leftovers as I write this morning. I then interviewed a potential Vassar student as part of the AAVC Alumni Interview Program, which Jen and I have been doing for 7 years now (has it been that long?). After that, we enjoyed a lazy Sunday afternoon with Bloody Mary aplenty and Resident Evil 4, one of the most realistic, scary, and stressful video games I’ve ever witnessed.
Lastly, I wish to congratulate Dick Cheney for his nice work in demonstrating such superb gun safety by capping his friend in the ass! But let’s give the old guy a break. Maybe he thought his friend was a quail.
Queue Gabe’s favorite joke about the King of Sweden going moose hunting.
