Showing posts with label Dorothy Parker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dorothy Parker. Show all posts

Friday, June 8, 2012

Patio Umbrellas (160/366)

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“I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.”

Dorothy Parker (American short-story Writer and Poet, 1893-1967)

TIME:  7:15 PM
PLACE:  The pool
SUBJECT:  Umbrellas
(photo suggested by Dad)

The pool we joined had it’s first “Taco Night” of the season.  3 tacos for $2, and $1.00 drafts (the catch on that It was Stag beer).  Of course we went.  Dad, my sister and her kids went too.  The pool was open until 11pm but we left a little after 10…it was a little chilly.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Cat Got Your Tongue? (061/365)

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“The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.”

Dorothy Parker (American short-story Writer and Poet, 1893-1967)

TIME:  9:35 PM
PLACE:  Living room
SUBJECT:  Jack

I can always count on the Jack to come through for me when I realize that it is late and I have yet to take a picture for the day.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Blue Ridge Bottling Co. (071/365)

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“I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy.”

Dorothy Parker (American short-story Writer and Poet, 1893-1967)

TIME:  12:47 PM
PLACE:  S. Kingshighway, St. Louis, MO
SUBJECT:  Blue Ridge Bottling Co. building

This building is just north of Shaw Ave, near the Hill in St. Louis.  It no longer houses the Italian oriented bottling firm that was originally established in 1914, but the sign remains.

I stepped out of work early today (I went in from 8:30-11:00am) when I found out that HandsomeHusband took a 1/2 day off and we went to lunch together.  Sort of a date!  We went to the
Lafayette Fire Company No. 1, in Lafayette Square in St. Louis.  We had a nice lunch and then headed to the Hill to check out Bertarelli Cutlery and Di Gregorio’s Market for a bit.  Before we left, I ran into Viviano’s for some bread and mortadella (Italian salami).  After delivering one of the loaves of bread to a friend, we stopped for some ice cream and indulged ourselves - a malt for HH and concrete for me - and then headed home.  Apparently, it’s all about the food with us.  I enjoyed the time with HH, just the two of us…I wish we could do this more often.