I do love a martini. I love a good martini. Not everywhere will make you a good martini (or maybe they will, but they rarely make me a good martini), so it’s important to know how to make one for yourself. This is what you need to know. Learn it. Use good gin. It doesn’t...
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My friend Martin died a year ago tonight. This is the last photo of him I’ve got. It’s a shit picture, but there he is, vaguely discernible in the bottom of the frame, being Martin. He was Scottish, you know, and a very sweet bastard. He’s missed, is all.
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She’s too cute, right? Right. I know. Absolutely. You just wanna pinch those jowls. Anyway, so we’ve got these awful neighbors. A couple. Dude’s old and new money gauche. (Owns both a Ferrari *and* a Ferrari baseball cap, which he wears when he drives his Ferrari to Fairway. True.) She’s discount mail-order bride material. They’re...
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We recently unearthed our Kitchenaid stand mixer, and, let me tell you: it is awesome. Even more awesome are the attachments, particularly the meat grinder and sausage stuffer. So, right, basically, our apartment has turned into a minor league sausagerie. And while the chicken tikka sausage was a noble failure, I will say this:...
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Not much to say other than: When Abby decides to run for office, I think we’ve got the Shepard Fairey source material ready.
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This is Precious. She’s a Chihuahua. I know, I know: this space has previously been reserved for Abby, who is awesome and who is a pristine example of an English Bulldog. (She, Abby, is a big Manchester United supporter.) But let us consider our wee south-of-the-border friend. First, her name is Precious, which, truly, is awesome....
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