Reagan and I had a really fun night tonight. It rained all day, so I had kind of written the day off and spent most of it catching up on sleep. She woke me up in the afternoon and suggested that we go out tonight. I got ready and was just kind of loafing around, when she wandered into the office asking me to check out her pony tail. I turned into a mini photo shoot, hahahaha. Plus, you have to love the red lipstick.

We caught an early movie at this little theater Reagan likes in SoHo, then did a little bit of shopping, and got burgers (Reagan’s was a veggie burger, of course).

Mo’ photos.

Reagan and I have a terrible habit of eating out at all of the same places, all of the time. We have a couple of “usual” spots in just about every neighborhood. It is a safe approach. We are never disappointed, because we already know what’s on the menu and what’s good. I’m not going to pretend like I’m some sort of foodie or something, but, there is nothing worse than shelling out the big bucks for an overrated mediocre meal. Ok, there are actually a lot of things that are worse, but overpaying for a sub-par meal is pretty annoying.

The downside to always playing it safe, is that we are missing out on about 9 million other great places to eat. But it is so tough to weed through all of the mediocrity and locate a place that really hits the spot.

There are couple of methods that we employ for branching out. Reagan will normally go by, either a place that she read about in some local mag at her salon, or a place that she walks past and thinks looks cute. I normally choose something that has been personally recommended to me. Actually, I normally just shoot down Reagan’s choice and go to one of the usual spots. Empirically, none of the above methods are foolproof. It is always a bit of a gamble, no matter how cute they look.

Wellllaaahhhh, there is a solution to this debacle that comes around every now and again, called Restaurant Week. During this time, the participating restaurants will offer three course meals at a prix-fixe lunch for $24 and dinner for $35. Summer 2009 Restaurant Week begins on Sunday and contrary to the name (which seems to indicate that it only lasts for one week), Restaurant Week lasts for three weeks! In past years, Reagan and I haven’t really taken advantage of it, as much as we would have liked to. I have already been checking out the menu and planning different ways to get fat over the next three weeks.

Every once in a while, I start feeling kind of dehydrated. It is usually at that point that I think back and realize that I have had nothing but Diet Coke, to drink for the last several days. Is that bad? I guess it must be, since I start to get dehydrated. I have tried to stop drinking cola on previous occasions, for this very reason. I was afraid that I was going to develop some sort of painful stone somewhere in my system. Other than that, is there really any reason to quit drinking it?

So often I will read about people who are trying to give up drinking Diet Coke, or soda in general. I can understand giving up soda, for those people who find themselves constantly imbibing the sugary variety. I mean, empty calories are going to catch up to anyone, at some point. But what about diet soda?

I guess there is the cost factor. But that rarely applies to me. I would estimate that I only pay for about 1/3 (or less) of the DC that I consume.

There is the addiction factor. I love Diet Coke so much it is crazy. But I wouldn’t exactly say that I’m addicted. I can go for a weekend, sometimes without having any. Ok, maybe I’m in denial about the addiction thing. I don’t know. I mean, there are plenty of other drinks that I also enjoy. For example: water with lemon (evidenced by the photo above [and, no, I did not fill up that cup just to pretend like I drank it]); pretty much any flavor of Gatorade; most energy drinks, and water with lime.

I guess my question is: If I don’t have to pay for it; I supplement my DC intake with water, often enough that I don’t become dehydrated; and I’m not additcted to it, is there any good reason to stop drinking it?

I’m not just being asinine, here. I am really curious if there is some sort of medical (or other persuasive) reason for me to give it up.

Reagan and I had a blast in RI. I mean, we always do, when we visit the Truscotts.  So, it’s not exactly breaking news. We arrived in Newport on Thursday night, in time for 2 full days of playing in the pool croquet, barbeque, etc.. Mucho mas fotos here.

On the way home, we stopped by this crazy-huge antique store. Here was my favorite item.

Thanks again for being such great hosts, T and J!

Timing has not been my forte, today. First I had the train incident, this morning. Then, as luck (or lack thereof) would have it, the only 10 minutes that mother nature decides to make it rain today, occurred right as I walked outside to go get a passport photo taken. As a result,  any and all customs officials who look at the document for the next 10 years will be able to see my impersonation of an angry drowning rat.

On the bright side, there is a Wendy’s right across the street from the place that I had my photo done. I never really eat lunch, and I never really get to have Wendy’s (since there is no veggie-burger for Reagan). So at least I was able to stop in and grab some JBCBs, which I have not had in quite a while.

Another possible upside is that the angry look on my face, may actually come to my advantage. During my travels abroad it is possible that upon viewing the photo, any customs agents who were thinking about giving me trouble, will think twice. At least he will if there is any truth to the excerpt in the image below:

This, incidentally, was taken from the book “Ghosts/Aliens” (by Trey [Robert] Hamburger), which was given to me as a Christmas gift from my brother-in-law, Nathan. I’m still making my way through it. This was one of my favorite parts, so far. All tough guys have mustaches and crew cuts.

This month, I came across a kind of cool article in Details. It was published in the “Know and Tell” section, and titled “Prescription-free Antidepressants.” According to the piece, consuming nuts (one of my favorite foods) and fish supposedly help fight stress, etc.. So what better way to fight depression that doubling up a peanut-avocado roll for dinner? Hahahahah. This place on Maiden Lane, Sushi Ala Kawa, is the only sushi joint I have ordered from that makes these rolls. It has become, probably, one of my top 10 favorite foods (but still pretty far behind NY pizza and pub burgers). The fact that it also keeps me antidepressed is just a bonus.

Reagan’s sister Erin and her husband JR came to visit us over the weekend. We had a really great time with them. In addition to the visits with Piper, we were able to pack in a lot of fun activities into 48 hours. Saturday, we visited PS1, in LIC.  This is my kind of museum. Although I will admit that a lot of the art was a bit over my head (like the Bingo installation, above), the size of the museum was manageable. The pics below are of piece in the museum. It is a swimming pool, that is hollow underneath.

We were able to see everything in a couple of hours. On our way there, we ducked into a small local gallery and checked out some the nearby street art.

We ended up in the East Village at Lil’ Frankies for dinner. We sat outside (first time of the season, for me), there was overhead heating, which made it very comfortable. It was a pretty good time. Normally I try to avoid dumping massive amounts of photos into a single post. But here I go anyway:

(at dinner)

Saturday, we had lunch in midtown west, at BRGR. The venue is cool. The food was good. The value was not so great. For $9 I want a burger that is at least a pound. The sweet potato fries were also cut a little thin for my liking. We had fun though. Afterward, we met up with one of our friends in Chelsea and had cupcakes at Billy’s.  I had a mini chocolate cheesecake. Reagan had a cupcake. It was pretty good. Reagan said that she liked it more than Magnolia, and as good as Crumb.

Who else thinks that the new silver colored DC lids are great?

You know how every once in a while you hear about some South American who saw Jesus or Mary in their tortilla? Well This morning we had a similar experience. Reagan cooked breakfast, since we were both awake early. This is a picture of Reagan’s egg:

Of course it doesn’t resemble any divine being, but I think that it sort of looks like the head of a Snork. What do you think?