Yesterday, Patrick turned three months old. On Friday night, he went to bed at 10pm, woke up in the middle of the night to eat for fourteen minutes, and then didn’t wake up again until 9:30am. We then took him into Manhattan for a seven hour visit (including a stop at a bar, of course) and he was completely cooperative.
Happy three months, little boy. Thank you for being so good and easy. Because daddy and mommy still need their beers.
God, you have no juice on Tumblr.
My wife, because whenever I post something that is not a picture of a baby, I’m lucky to break the ten “likes” threshold.
Wait, Daft Punk is the band that sang “One More Time”? Like, the shitty club song? And everyone’s flipping out over them?
Morons. Are people gonna lose it when the next Venga Boys album comes out?
DC and Richmond peeps: I’ll be on Elliot in the Morning tomorrow (Tuesday) at 9am. If I manage to not curse on the air, it’ll be a fucking miracle.
He’s telling the story about how he saw U2 in Dublin in ‘83 AGAIN.
No, I will. I will miss Cheap Trick. And I’m more than ok with that.
I sent this picture to my mom and she wrote back, “That is so cute. Who’s the man?” #B-I-G #P-O #P-P-A #No info #for the #D-E-A
(While we’re here, I should add to this conversation that I almost bought an $800 painting of Biggie from the wall of an East Village Polish bar a few months back, after I had been drinking for about seven hours. I regret allowing myself to be talked out of it.)
The title of this week’s Patrick photo is “The Incredulous P.B.M.”
GUYS I GOT MY HAIRCUT ACROSS FROM ED BURNS AND CHRISTY TURLINGTON! Well, across from their son, but GUYS I SAW FAMOUS PEOPLE!
Props to them for being super rich and taking their kid to a place where haircuts cost $16. If I had their kinda money, I wouldn’t even take my son to get a haircut. (What’s the point? We’re rich! Fuck haircuts - let’s spend some money!)