Week(end) in Review
In this U.S.-centric edition of the Week(end) in Review: I celebrate our nation's independence by breaking bread with the enemy, women take a net loss on equality (but work so hard!), and the World Cup ends in thrilling, albeit violent, fashion.
And I Gladly Stand Up. I'm actually not that big a fan of the 4th of July. In fact, my most vivid 4th memories involve failed attempts at chasing down candy thrown from local parade floats. I hated those bastards for not throwing candy my way. Seriously. I am, however, a fan of grilling, drinking, and telling innocent Brit's to "eat it!" when it comes to U.S. independence. And these, my friends, were the driving forces behind hosting a 4th of July barbecue this week. Another American colleague and I invited 30 of our closest friends (what's your name again?) over to enjoy a classic 4th party, starring a wobbly Argos grill, a bathtub of beers, and even vintage sparklers. Only 3rd degree burns and the requisite trip to the ER were missing from the equation.
A Room of One's Own? It's been a confusing week for you women readers, hasn't it? First, you try to make sense of the All England Club pay scale, taking solace in the fact that only you can get away with weird isht like this on the tennis court. Now a few national studies, as well as statistics from the Department of
So Doesn't This Mean...? Alright math nerds. Italy beat France 5-3 on penalties tonight to win the World Cup, shortly after French über Captain Zinedine Zidane received a red card for trying to score a header goal against Marco Materazzi's chest. There has to be a way our U.S. team can pose as internationally relevant given our group stage draw with the Italians, right? Simple transitive relationship mapping should do the trick...
4 Comments:
WOW! I'm impressed. You fed all of your guests (30) with those 5 burgers and 1 dog? If you cut them in 6 pieces that would equate to 30 servings... Did you pass them off as sliders? Glad you had fun.
As for that candy that was thrown , you looked hungry I'm sure.
Excuse me: what kind of weak barbecue was that? Did anyone even throw up?
The barbecue admittedly fell short of 336 West 89th expectations. That said, we fulfilled one requirement - the arrival of randoms. This time, it was a girl from switzerland/italy (it was late, and her origin is now disputed) from two patios away who, by most accounts, could have been crazy.
But she didn't dig through anyone's handbag - so we still fell well short of 336 folklore.
boo. i need your address, Yankee. --Nicole
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