It's Under A Toy Factory

At Back Room, on Norfolk Street, hard by the river next to the Manhattan mooring of the Williamsburgh Bridge down on the LES.

Matt shows off the 'hawk while trying to settle his stomach; earlier in the day, he ate the majority of last weekend's wounded cake. I was impressed with his gumption and stick-to-it'iveness.

Alissa and Paul's Wedding

Paul and Alissa and their first child. (They work quick.)

Alissa and Paul got married this Saturday, at the Hall of Springs in Saratoga.

The wedding was beautiful and practically perfect in every way, and everyone had a pretty darn good time, too. There were some Tufts people (Megan Wu, Loveseat, et.al.) and lots of Nisky people, of course. Maybe 120 people altogether, just as an off-the-cuff estimate.

Jono Needs Longer Socks.

Around the fireplace: Leah, Jeff, Jono.

A group of us retired here for a bit, after dinner and before a little dancing.

Littluns

I believe (but am not certain) that all of these dark-eyed children are Paul's kin... though there were two kids from the Murray clan scampering around the premises. They were tres adorable, and I think they knew it, because they took advantage and ran amok.

Prepping for the bouquet throw

Alissa has limbered up with a little long-toss in the outfield before toeing the rubber. She's got some late movement, and a deceptive delivery. She won't light up the radar gun, but she's sneaky fast according to all my scouting reports.

It's a bit dark, but you can see Matt back there on the right. There were specific (and vociferous) calls for Cheeseburger Bunski to be in the scrum, but she negged that idea with a vengeance.

These girls couldn't catch a cold, much less a pop fly

... Matt caught it.

And Alissa's giving him the Evil Eye.

The bride and father.

Butter Henge.

Gotta be the pink tie.

I'm not going to lie... I took some photos.

Technically, this is a manwich.

Jono with half-lidded eyes, and some lapcandy.

I really want to juxtapose this photo with an equivalent one from ten or twelve years ago... I'm sure I can do this, but it'll take some digging through the archives. Maybe Empire State Games?

Lapsitting... it's a damn epidemic.

Yet more lapsitting, of the lady-lady variety. Sue Rella gets a little sumpin'-sumpin' from Miss Leah.

Night swimming on Cape Fear

Swimming in Wilmington on New Year's Day.

My glasses are quite tight on my face, so I didn't worry too much about going in wearing them. However, a high wave knocked them off my face into the ocean.

Immediately, I dove and laid prone on the seafloor, to try to get as much skin in contact with the bottom to try to feel for them. After a minute, I came up for breath, then dove down.

I actually found them on the second dive.

I found my glasses, in the Atlantic Ocean, at night.

I'm a putz, but a very lucky one.

Matt and Mike, each trying hard to be as much of an effete snob as I am. (Mike has borrowed my glasses to assist in the effort.)

Carrie and Jen, getting wet on the swings.

Alissa and Paul have decorated well. I really liked their interior: very cozy.
They were nice enough to put me up Friday and Saturday night, which was perfect because I hadn't seen Alissa in quite a while, and they were an easy walk to the start and finish line (in front of the Museum).