clambake.

last week my dad, kathryn, (maybe brian) and i stayed up late on a school night to watch clambake, an old pelvis movie. his movies are so cheesy but really entertaining. now that it's been well over 30 years and the retro look is in, everyone looks so stylish.

and here's a still from the movie of Shelley Fabares wearing what is undoubtedly the most fantastic swimsuit of all time.

at sandbridge we had our own clambake of sorts. tuesday was a dreary day so my dad, john and i left the beach early and went to bonny & sons to pick up clams, oysters and crabs. everything was caught in Back Bay and basically Caroline and I hoarded the crabs and ate as much as we could before everyone came back from the beach.

caroline and claude (i ate claude)

i realize there are no photos of clams or oysters for that matter. it is what it is, the crabs were amazing and i would put "chesapeake seasoning" on absolutely anything.

Dear Trees,

you have an addiction.

you are not a family, let alone two families.

kerry

ps. please water my basil plant while i'm gone.

Of Cabbages and Kings.

dreams:
i've tried to make a point of not writing about my dreams here because they are really only interesting to one person: me. but waking up this morning and realizing magic isn't real was absolutely terrible.

in my dream last night i went to an old castle somewhere out in the hills of virginia where they set up a harry potter tour. as it turned out, the whole tour was a front for an actual magical community. brian, lauren and i were on the tour and the castle started filling up with water really fast. the "tour guide" told us to follow him and we climbed over the roof and into a secret courtyard where a tired looking hagrid sat at a long wooden table. he was sick of having to be so careful about hiding his magical powers and was asking to us about helping him. then my mom called us for dinner and we had to hide this from our parents but my dad suspected brian was involved with magic and called the police on him. the dream ended with me running through my court to try and warn brian and then i woke up. there were a few exciting seconds when i woke up thinking i had an important mission, and then i realized everything was a dream. damn.


flowers:
last night i hosted book club. alli put the idea in my head of getting fresh flowers because we saw pretty hydrangeas at trader joe's. so, i stopped by the foggy bottom farmer's market and picked out flowers from the LynnVale Studios stand. all of the flowers are grown in Virginia and they put together the most beautiful boquets that look like wildflowers. i picked some deep purple lisianthus', a fuscia zinnia and a cute sunflower.

budget aside, i think i'd like to get them every once and a while. some of the vegetables are just as pretty as the flowers and i couldn't even imagine actually eating purple heirloom carrots.

the beach:
i'm going to the Sandbridge with my mom's side of the family this weekend and i am EXCITED. Sandbridge is great because it's not very popular so the beaches aren't packed and there are still shells and wildlife. you can find the occasional sandollar and once a manatee swam right by us on the far side of the pier. you can see dolphins early in the morning and there's not much competition running after the ice cream truck. seeing all my cousins is great and i can finally put aside some time to read the omnivore's dilemma (drew, you can stop nagging me now).

Virgin Mobile Fest

it's free.
who wants to go? tickets go on sale saturday.

finally we can be together clifford, just like it was always meant to be.

other highlights include: lcd soundsystem, ludacris, sleigh bells and hot and heavy pumkin pie.

update: ALiRuLeS182: hoe please. you know tip drill is mine hes my chocolate vanilla swirl bear

nunca es lupus and my limp.

i'm turning into house minus his hightened intellecutal genius. i am thinking about investing in a cane.

sometimes i think: house, how do you think about anything other than the constant pain in your leg, let alone solve obscure and seemingly impossible diagnoses? then i think: house, you are not real. then i get nervous because what if i have an obscure disease and there is no house to cure me? what if this pain in my hammy is actually a rare disease and the only way to cure it is to find a revelation in a turkey sandwich? i'm screwed, we're all screwed.

anyways, despite the fact that i hobble around like quasimoto and complain constantly, kathryn put up with me and spent friday night in georgetown. we went shopping, had pizza paradiso and georgetown cupcakes and saw inception at midnight without yawning. heather also came over to wait in an insanely long line for free GTCC and watch the premier of DC Cupcakes (pretty awful, but still entertaining). i really should have taken some photos friday night, but this picture of greg will have to suffice.

i was thinking if i got to the point where i needed a cane i'd probably just use a giant rainstick. it would really speak to my american indian roots and people would probably think i'm wise.

inception was really good. so is pancetta.

Current Interests Include:

lattes in chilly coffee shops
dogs
big sur
the perfect sangria recipe
and percocet.

july 14th: what to do with your (sick) day off part two.

celebrating bastille day yesterday by experiencing how terrible the health care system can be. at least mom took me to the vienna inn for hot dogs afterwards. how do people live away from their parents? i wouldn't get enough red meat, i now think of sundays as red meat day.

heyyy catholicism, how do you like me now?

and my finger even makes an apperance!

pressing up to a storefront, hiding from a quick but angry rainstorm. summer storms are alright.

virginia.

lake anna.

best. purchase. ever.

watermelon teefs only in th'mornin.

highlights:
monica, temporary tatoos, bathing in the lake, oversized lasagna portions, no wake zone swing chairs, icees, surviving the haunted drive, stick-on earrings, sparkly beach/vampire maker, jack-wagons and hitting on 11-14 year olds.

virginia.

hey tim walker.

these united states.

should be celebrated

with mini grills and a bucket full of beer in parking lots.

with flea market beer pong tables and mash-ups on the ipod.

with nathan's hot dogs, hamburgers, potato rolls, a small keg of raspberry beer, mint-watermelon salad, pasta salad, potato salad, guacamole, pineapple salsa, vegetable skewers and grilled fruit in solo cups.

with fireworks at the waterfront and hiccups and dancing at garretts.

i'm pretty sure i didn't even take half of these photos, the last few can almost certainly be credited to the classy young man in the cut-off USA tee.

fact: when i was 13 i ate 11 hot dogs in under 30 minutes at the summer pool party and then went swimming.

master chef and dancer

good lord.

the last few photos of this night on my camera were completely black. when i lightened them up each one was a surprise, almost like shaking a polaroid 2 days later.

what to do with your day off:

1. wake up pissed that you are taking a day off when there aren't any world cup games on.
2. walk the canal.

3. play with canal ducks.

4. watch it's always sunny in philadelphia.
5. play dress up with alli.

6. play with koa.
7. willingly lose feeling in your left foot.
8. jaleoooooooooo!
9. pizza and champagne.