Clevelands Biggest Loser

July 8, 2010

“Do you wanna watch Lebron?” Mr. K

“I don’t care. He needs to stay in Cleveland, they need him and that is the only place where he will remain the big star” Me

First off I would just like to say that basketball has never been my favorite sport. I have a great dislike for the larger than life egos and even larger salaries. And now “King” Lebron James has given me reason to dislike it even more.

I was born and raised in Cleveland all my 22 years of life before I moved out to NYC. Yes, I do not currently live in Cleveland, nor do I particularly want to move back – ever. But I have a loyalty to Cleveland and will defend it in the face of all the nasty Cleveland jokes – a sense of pride for my home town in spite of the fact that it is “the mistake on the lake.” And last night at around 9:30 pm Cleveland was raped by Lebron James. Clevelanders were good fans to him – although myself am not a Cavs fan, (nor a fan of any basketball team for that matter) some of my friends are the most aggressive Cavs fans I have ever seen despite the fact that they now live in NYC. Cleveland deserved him, and now it deserves better. Better watch it Bron Bron, first your jerseys will burn and then your house.

Well Mr. James I hope you have fun in Miami sharing your fans, fame and your crown with Dwayne Wayne and that other good guy. You have just been dethroned, you are no longer the star, no longer the king – you gave that up when you gave up on Cleveland and your teammates.

What will happen if you don’t get your precious ring?? When you realize that you are not a winner, and you become basketballs biggest loser. Will you be holding another hour long press conference then???


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Paris Day 2

May 30, 2010

Paris, day 2 – French Open and the scavenger hunt. Looking back this entire day seemed to be somewhat of a scavenger hunt.  Mr.K and I hunted for the Metro after another amazing breakfast that consisted of cheesy goodness and a perfect bright orange egg on top! Then we hunted for J and E at the French Open – although we did get a little distracted the Polish doubles and front row seating.

Then we hunted for a café to sit and have a drink at, and then we got real – we decided to do what every tourist in Paris should do: Eat and Drink their way through a Parisian neighborhood. We started out by hitting up the patisserie near our hotel for French pastry, a baguette, and a crepe avec nutella et framboise. Then we found the nearest café and during the standard 20 minutes wait for our champagne to be delivered to our table, created a scavenger hunt list. Here is most of what we came up with:

Guinness – Mr. K

French beer – Mrs. K (kronberg)

Champagne – both

Red and white wine – both

Savory – both (crepes w/glass white wine) – Mine was sooooooo good – I LOVE French eggs

  1. Sweet – both (pain au chocolate and Meringue)

Cheese and bread – (brie, sheep’s and baguette with red wine)

Wild card – both

Touch water – both (fountain at Jardin du Luxembourg and La Seine)

Smoke something – both (not accomplished)

Drink a beer in the street – Mrs. K (Duvel purchased from a bar and toted along on my bike)

I believe the only thing that we did not accomplish was to smoke something. After our champagne we went off in search of a good ol American dive bar, Mr.K knew just the place. We tapped their Guinness keg watched some hockey and tried to avoid eye contact with the creepy homeless guy wandering aimlessly around the bar asking for ciggys. Next was food time we found another very American crepe place I ordered the best crepe ever (well maybe this one is second to the duck crepe in Montreal) stuffed with cheese spinach and a perfectly fried egg. Mr. K’s crepe not very good, but its ok he helped me eat mine.

We wandered and found a cute pastry shop with huge white fluffy meringues (oh lala!) for me and a pain au chocolate (his pastry of choice)for Mr.K. With the sweet safely in my bad we asked for the nearest wine store, of course! We ask the wine shop owner if she would help us pick out a nice bottle of red for bread and cheese eating. We get our bottle and two glasses and head back to the hotel.

With Bread, wine, cheese, and pastries in tow we picnic among the manicured trees and blooming flowers in the Jardin du Luxembourg.  We then decided to take on some wild cards:

  1. Activity involving statues
  2. Make out in the rain
  3. Run back to our hotel before J and E get there.

At some point during the best day ever in Paris, day turned into night and we end up in a bar with live jazz music with J and E. Awkwardness. But Awkwardness can be remedied with drinking, and often time’s hilarity ensues from the drinking. This is how we find ourselves biking to Notre Dame at 1 am me with a beer in my bike basket – followed by some groovy gymnastic moves outside of the church. The rest of the night pretty much goes as follows:

  1. J drinks from La Seine
  2. Random French bar with Sean White doppelganger
  3. Trying to get McDos to open up for us sometime between the hours of 4 and 6 am
  4. Mr. K and I getting back to our hotel realizing that it is sometime between 4 and 6 am and we have a noon flight back home.
  5. Us both praying that our wakeup call actually wakes us up
  6. Sleep
  7. Ring, wake up call success!

July 9, 2010. Tags: , , , . Events, Friends, Travel. Leave a comment.

Paris – Day 1

May 29, 2010

So perhaps Paris really is the city of love, since the tension between myself and Mr. K seemed to melt away upon arrival. Our first stop of course is a sidewalk café for chocolate crepes and a croquet monsieur. Simply delicious – breakfast was definitely well worth the 2 hours train ride wait!

Mr. K has never been to Paris so he chooses our itinerary for the day. It’s decided that this will be our sightseeing day. We strap on our walking shoes and head off towards Notre Dame and Isle de Citi. We wander around the streets stopping and exploring the different cheese and chocolate shops (free macaroon samples, but of course!). Nabbing a chunk of brie and sheep’s milk cheese for later. From Notre Dame we head over the Louvre on our newly acquired rental bikes, and then the Eiffel Tower – which is a rugby madhouse. Loud music blaring everywhere, Parisians dressed in rugby gear drinking out of Heineken kegs, smoke from the street meat vendors – awfulness. We snap a quick photo and run away back to our bikes.

Dinner is at La Societe, which is the biggest secret dinner hot spot on all of Paris – according to Mr.K’s boss. We spend the next three hours chatting over the biggest escargot I have ever seen (YUM!), tender lobster and amazing dessert while trying to spot models and French celebs.

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