"Do you even remember the Eighties?" Warren asks me. We're watching a recent episode of "The Americans" from our DVR.

"I have some vague memories of the 1988 presidential election. I remember thinking Gary Hart was really dreamy."

"You weren't the only one, unfortunately." I smile and adjust under his arm for a closer snuggle. "You really think ( Read more... )

In my dream, I'm standing in the middle of a dance floor in a poofy, hideous bridesmaid's dress, and the only other person there with me is the six year old flower girl, because we're the only single females left in the room.
Around the edges of the dance floor among the assembled wedding guests, I recognize a lot of the women from the last several ( Read more... )

It's a rainy Wednesday night in Manhattan, and things are mighty slow at the Bar. If this were the Old West, Amy and I would be fanning ourselves disinterestedly as a tumbleweed blew by. It's a perfect time for training a new barback, and Vince (our "senior" barback at only three months) is showing Diego the ropes. Diego used to be a semi- ( Read more... )

I hope everybody enjoyed the long weekend! For readers who don't live in the United States: Labor Day supposedly celebrates workers of all kinds, but originally it was a political nod to socialists. There's a small movement afoot, here and there, to eliminate Labor Day and make our Election Day a national holiday instead, so that more people will ( Read more... )

I wake up Wednesday feeling uneasy ( Read more... )