Something funny...

Saturday is a great day to just lay around. Especially if you've been go, go, going like I have lately. I had a day of (mostly) nothing, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

The day started like many Saturdays in the Risdon/Smith household. Dan or Jane arises and then yells at the other to get up out of bed so that they can go get bagels from the greatest bagel shop on the planet that just happens to be a block away. It's tasty AND convenient. Today, I was the lazy one. I woke up around 10:30, but actually refused to get out of bed and out of my pajamas (Dan went to the lengths as to pick my clothes out of the closet due to my laziness) and then we went skipping off to breakfast/lunch at Bagel Express. It's a funny name for that place, cause there's usually a long line and they take their sweet time. It would be more aptly renamed "Bagel you'll-get-your-when-we-damn-well-please". Here I am dining on a delicious bagel sandwich!

This experience was followed by me changing BACK into my pajamas while Dan went off to Union Square to buy Spider Man comics and I picked out a comfy spot on the couch where I watched several hours of movies. It was delightful.

Later tonight, when Dan and I were meant to fetch MORE comic books from one of his old colleagues apartments (they were moving and want more space/less comic book boxes...like WE have space?!-whatever), we took our granny cart grocery getter downstairs and noticed how wet it looked outside. Both of us exclaimed how funny that was because there was no FORECAST of rain! We promptly went back upstairs grumbling to fetch our umbrellas. Back down and out the door, umbrellas up...hey...wait...it's...not....rain...damnit! We turned around to see one of the landlords spraying down the stoop and sidewalk. We all immediately broke into laughter. Here is proof that we were had! (Notice the sidewalk behind Dan is dry...)

We met our friend Kate for a movie called P.S. I Love You, which takes the record for making me cry 14.5 times. It was awesome and awful all at the same time. Really. I say no more.

The next activity (for a day of nothing, there were many somethings) Dan and I headed to Midtown to see Naked Boys Singing. The name says it all. It. Was. Awesome. Who doesn't want to see naked boys singing? Well, some people maybe, but Dan and I were definitely not in that group. Some guys a few rows back were not so fortunate. They got up and left after the first number. Really people, like the fact that nude men were prancing around on stage singing about erections and going to the gym and multiple names for their thingies was going to be surprising to you? Really? I think the show delivered precisely what it advertised. Hilarious! I clearly do not have pictures of that, for I would have been promptly removed from the audience, however, we did take pictures with the fun cardboard cutout from the Alter Boyz show next door.

Good times, good times!