Last night we went out to dinner at Brazzaz, a fantastic Brazilian steakhouse for an all-you-can-eat steak, chicken, bacon-wrapped anything and lamb extravaganza. Turns out, we can pack away quite a bit of protein. They also have the best salad bar I’ve even seen in my life. (Does that make me sound like a rube? I hope not.) They had oysters!The “all you can eat” aspect reminded me of an Ellen Degeneres standup bit (“Do we really need all we {Read More}

I think I’ve figured it out. Sure, we’ve all been alerted that there will be travel delays on the brown line (and red line, purple line and any other line that roughly intersects and can be forced to travel on the same track) and we’ve been urged to be patient, “leave early, leave late, alternate,” all that helpful advice. We’ve been given numerous phone numbers to dial if we’d like to vent to a recorded message and, in some cases, {Read More}

Fine. I’ll admit it. The majority of my posting process goes like this: my sis Kate will email/call me with something wacky, we’ll laugh/joke/talk about it for an hour, I’ll write a post about it, I’ll call her to see if she’s read the post, she’ll read it and be the first to comment, she’ll call me back to see if I’ve received the comment, and we’ll talk some more about how funny whatever it was actually was in the {Read More}

Big news recently was the controversy surrounding Miley Cyrus. Not that one! The other one! Apparently her song “See you again” sounds a ton like “Sunglasses at night” by the one and only Corey Hart. (I love that song. Not that one. The other one.) Also, Avril “Originality” Lavigne’s ditty “Girlfriend” is a direct ripoff of The Rubinoos “I wanna be your boyfriend.” This last tidbit made me feel a whole lot better- I was kinda hating myself for rocking {Read More}

This is an actual travel insurance payout list for an American Express Corporate cardholder (in this case, my brother in law, whom I dearly hope I am not jinxing as I have become quite fond of he and his beat-boxing ways.): Loss of life: $350,000 (Nothing funny here, although that is more than my husband’s life insurance policy. Maybe we should get an AmEx?) Loss of two or more hands or feet: $350,000 (I read this wrong the first time…) {Read More}

Turns out, the “dive” bar we went to on Friday night was actually a sweet little Korean place. Sure, it wasn’t the Cape Cod Room at the Drake…(as so few places I go to are- in fact, none of them are the Cape Cod Room at the Drake. I’ve never been there. But it sounds so nice!) It was quite fun nonetheless. The bartenders, a mother and daughter team, actually thanked us each time we ordered a drink. A copious {Read More}

My sister just went to a wedding where they served fruitcake. That’s not right. Who serves fruitcake? Who likes fruitcake? Are you telling me that the bride and groom chose fruitcake to symbolize their [dessert] love? You don’t do that. As Johnny Carson used to say, there’s only one fruitcake in the world and it keeps getting passed from family to family. I wonder if it was a gift. You know how some people will inevitably complain if there’s only {Read More}

Ooh, it’s a sticky day. Took the Western express bus to work (or, as I like to say “Expresstern”) which means I showed up late and ripe. P.J. is convinced that a person’s smelliness on the bus can rub off on you- literally make you stinky for the day by relative osmosis. I hope he’s wrong, ’cause I spend an awful lot of time on the Blue line, or, using its street name, the Pee Pee train. Good morning! Speaking {Read More}