The Hills are Alive

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
that rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
from a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

What a lovely day to be kidnapped

"Come and join me on a tale of adventure"

As you may know- I'm currently watching the TV show "Lost", which means I've kind of cut myself off of all inessential human contact. Friday night I spent 5 hours watching it. In a little over two weeks I have watched 3.5 seasons. It's sick.

(But not as sick as this picture of O!)


*ahem* Saturday I had some good friends call me at 10am and ask what my plans were for the day (being that it was a beautiful 30C no humidity day in one of the best cities in the world). "Er... well I'm just... running errands" I evasively said.

"Come have breakfast/fun/errands with us!" they exclaimed.

I promised that I would go for breakfast (a girl's gotta eat afterall) and then see how the day would unfold- fully planning on having my toast and getting back to my couch.

Luckily they didn't let that happen and my breakfast date lasted until about 2am that night.

(This is a not-that-related picture of my friend Gene with his new daughter at E's birthday... to add visual interest since I didn't take a picture of us eating)


After breakfast we walked across Central Park to get to the East side where E was picking up some race registration. On the way through the park we modeled it up and re-enacted "The Sound of Music" on the hills of Central Park. Pictures to come.

We then went to the Met to see the Impressionists paintings. There was also a really cool exhibit on the rooftop which we enjoyed with a glass of wine. Here's the view from the roof.

One our way back through the park we stopped at the Boathouse for some lunch.

Here's a picture of Olivia having some of her own lunch while in Winnipeg a few weeks ago. (Completely relevant)


Then through the park where we listened to a guy who has been singing/busking there for 18 years.

Um- this is a picture of the exhibit on the rooftop at the Met. I didn't take a picture of the busker.

Back to John and E's house for a nap/drink/rest before heading out to dinner.

Then John and I went to play pool (1-1) while E and her friend got ready for their race the next day.
And yup- here's that exhibit again.

Sunday ended up being a good day to lay in bed. And I watched Lost.

Private Karaoke

I've never been a karaoke person. I can't sing. Yes I might love to sing but I'm really quite tone deaf (and this isn't false modesty as I've had other people tell me I can't sing).

Last night my friend Jocelyn had a birthday party at a karaoke place where you get a private room- Duet 48 in New York. The only karaoke I'd been in before was in a bar where you stand up and sing in front of a huge room of strangers. Regardless I had insisted I wasn't going to participate as I was with a whole group of people I'd never met before.

I sang
"Human Nature" by MJ
"Man in the Mirror" by MJ
"Living on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen

At one point Jocelyn and I were singing -up on our feet at the front of the room waving our hands in the air like we just didn't care.

It was so much fun. I loooove Karaoke! I've just been doing the wrong kind all of these years!!!

I guess I lied..

A non O post wasn't coming. No post was forthcoming... and you know why?! Because I STARTED WATCHING LOST.

Add to that: some rellies were in town this weekend and we were watching some Broadway shows (9 to 5 good, Rock of Ages- GREAT) and eating in sketchy backroom burger joints. I was accidentally serving $110 champagne belonging to my roommate to some friends, and watching the Red Sox go down in defeat FOUR GAMES IN A ROW. All of that sprinkled through with bits and pieces of season 1.

So I haven't really had time to write.

1 season down and 4 to go. The hardest part is not going online to read about it ahead of time.

(oh and if you'd like to see O frolicking at the beach) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5B5t90UmTc

More O

For my family who likes to see what little O is up to. It's really tres fascinating.

She reaches for my phone. Doesn't get it. But she perseveres- and still doesn't get it. Loses interest for a bit. Looks around. Makes a noise similar to what Wilbur sounds like.
Not one to give up she tries for the phone again with her winning smile before turning her attention to my friend's bag. Which she tries to eat.

Good stuff.

A non Olivia related post is coming.