Now that we’ve talked about NYE, I’d like to go over the 5 days previous that we spent out at Ocean Haven. Basically, it was great. Soggy and great.
The first day we were there, the sis and I noticed a couple trying to push this thing back into the ocean. It was beautifully futile. The next day, I went and took pictures of it.
Before we left, we decided that we needed to pose with it.
New Year’s Eve was not what we expected, but that ended up being a good thing.
Here we are, getting our pre-funk on (in the background: Jonathan Richman’s “I’m Straight”). Notice how svelte Joaquin has become!
We have a somewhat longstanding tradition of going to our closest friends’ house and ringing it in with them, but illness intervened. So we asked the internet, “Hey, internet, what should we do?” And the answer was to go to Dot’s Cafe.
Dot’s is a wonderful place. I’ve been going there since I was in my early teens, just a year or so after they opened. It’s also the last place I took Joaquin while he was still living in New York, before he moved here. So there’s history, you know.
Along with New Year’s Eve, they were celebrating their 20th anniversary. It was very festive and romantic.
2012 is the year of the dragon, which is Joaquin’s year. I think it’s really going to be something.
So before the whole Christmas thing got underway, my dad came up to visit. We went to Oak’s Park, which C and I hadn’t been to in ages. By coincidence, they had the organ going. It was totally fantastic.
Here is the locker we kept our stuff in whilst being overcome by insouciance.
(Man, that is so insouciant!)
Here are the beskated feet of me and C.
(Man, those are so beskated!)
We also went to the Portland Art Museum to check out the rather remarkable The Artist’s Touch and the Craftsman’s Hand exhibit. Unfortunately, everything in that exhibit was (understandably) behind glass, so my photos from it are crap. Instead, check out these pictures of “special” babies from the Renaissance.
Now we’re at Ocean Haven again, and I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that soon.
So we went to a charmingly goofy opening at Monograph. While we were there, availed ourselves of an old typewriter by the door. True to form, Hazel wrote something sweet, and I wrote something standoffish.
(standoff fish?)
Pictures from that cool little park at the end of Skidmore.
Here is Yoshi stepping on my face.
When Hazel came up on Friday we went to some early thing at Holocene and were the only people who danced. I took a terrible picture of the pictures we got from the photo booth there (meta!) I like the third one, because I think I look like Bertie Wooster in it.
On Saturday we went to a Halloween party. Hazel dressed as Rosemary form Rosemary’s Baby. It was widely conceded that her costume was the most frightening.
I went as Frank Bullit, but there were no good pictures.