WE WON!

It has not been mentioned here yet, but I think this would be the appropriate time to tell you that I love baseball. I love baseball and Philadelphia and we just won the World Series for the first time in 28 years. Even the following day I have to say that I'm still in a bit of shock. Listening to the radio at work last night (yes, work, on the most important night of the year), I paused when we were one out away, stood quietly hunched over a table as Uncle Harry in his soothing timbre say "Swing...and he missed it."

Wait...WHAT? He swung and MISSED? I couldn't move. He swung and missed? That means strike 3! That means out 3!

THAT MEANS WE FUCKING WON!

Loud cheering on my part ensued. It's something that I'll never forget as long as I live.

As soon as we went outside we were showered in champagne and beer and high fives and more yelling. As expected insanity ensued and working at Broad and Walnut, we had a front row seat for what was probably the most destructive crowd in the city. What started with 100 people quickly turned to thousands with folks climbing street lamps to snatch down World Series banners, people scaling buildings, newstands, bus shelters, anything to get a better view. And my personal favorite, the 5 guys who stole our trash dumpster and rode it down Broad Street.

The following are photographs I took with my phone.

The Beginning

Note the Bus Shelter is still intact

Victory Face

A fire truck rolled down the street and people climbed on it

Someone fell through the bus shelter, (across the street a crowd tore another one down completely)

Riot Police

Trash Fire on 16th below Walnut St.

Little Pete's was mobbed, but my victory meal of grilled cheese, fries, and a milkshake was well worth it.

The Aftermath

OM NOM NOM

I realize that the whole cupcake fad has more or less come and gone, but really, how far can it go? Who doesn't love a single serving size of cake with an overabundance of delicious frosting. To celebrate the fall weather that we're finally privilege to, I made my favorite pumpkin cupcake recipe, with some delicious cinnamon cream cheese frosting. It was a rainy weekend, probably not the best for baking, but man, that cream cheese frosting...I can't resist it. Even if it was only for a few minutes, I was a total spoon licking, batter eating fattie...and it was glorious!

The cupcakes were actually not just for my voluptuous hips, but actually to help raise money for the Philadelphia AIDS Walk happening at the end of the month. The folks at work seemed to enjoy them, and, admittedly, I may have bought a few myself during a particularly stressful day.

Sometimes, it's really refreshing to work with my hands and produce something that isn't made of fiber. On that note, the cupcakes were only part of that afternoon's project. Next up was Dirty Risotto, the Everyday Italian take on dirty rice. Spicy sausage, pancetta, mushrooms, red peppers...pretty much all of my favorite things in a risotto. Genius!

It started like this...

And then it grew a little bit...

And then I added some rice and the real work began!

I love risotto, but you really have to put some muscle into it to get that rich creaminess. I've heard of people who add a lot of cheese or heavy cream...this is completely unnecessary. Cheese, you need a little at the end, along with some nice flat leaf parsley.
It was so good that I ate it more or less every day for a week.

PS. I have been knitting, and actually finishing things that I will share with you very soon.

Saturday

I went out last night, which is a rarity these days. It was rainy, but the first bits of fall are finally starting to penetrate and break up that awful stench of summer that permeates this city. There was drinking, there was dancing, there were boys falling on the floor, and there was some relieving of bowels in alleyways and behind dumpsters on the long journey home. Fortunately, I had a very dear gentleman to escort me and keep watch. That makes it all sound a lot more classy than it actually was.

I slept till noon today, such a rare luxury. Not only because I rarely get a weekend day off, but also because I have trouble sleeping past 8 am even when I do. So even though I have about 10 UFOs lying around, and some errands to run, I am content to sit here, eat chocolates from Germany, let the "genius" in iTunes 8.0 pick my music, and knit something small and satisfying.

As far as I'm concerned, this is as luxurious as it gets.

Keeping it All Together

It's raining out today. Kind of cold. Windy. I haven't gotten out of bed except for the two minutes that I went wandering around for the menu for the restaurant that we live above. I knew what I wanted, but I didn't have their number. So, after a few minutes of fruitless searching I returned to bed, opened my window and lit a cigarette. It was then I saw the sign, the sign for the restaurant right below my window, with the phone number emblazoned across it.

The truth is, things haven't been to easy lately. It's been a rough few weeks, a rough few months, maybe even a rough couple years. It all blurs together into something that I understand, but can't quite make out. The closer I get to summer, the more the memories of North Carolina, of my uncle, of the my aunt as she struggled to hold herself up and smile as she watched him slip away. How she protected everyone, even me, from the really bad things that were happening. I realize that everyone experiences loss in their lives, almost never by choice. I've had a lot of that lately, and I sit here and try to learn from it, but it's a half step forward and then three steps back. There is always a rug being pulled out from underneath me. I need to find a spot that's just hardwood flooring, and stay there.

Money Shot

There comes a time in day, usually around 19:00 these days that the sun takes a break from bearing down into our eastern facing apartment and heads over to the other side of Broad St. leaving us with a kitchen full of soft grey light that makes even the jar of mayonnaise look kind of dreamy and artistic.

I shot this photo last night as I was getting ready to make a large pot of seafood risotto and watch the Phils bullpen give up run after run to Mets. Oh, the humanity! The season is young though, and after years of disappointment, I have to say that I can really rely on the Phils to lift up my hopes and then crush them on a day to day basis. That's what summer around here is all about.

The scarf is Shifting Sands by Grumperina. I first saw the pattern in progress at Brooklyn Tweed several months ago. He was working it in Malabrigo and I just loved how all the little cables really brought out the imperfect nature of the yarn, its thick and thin pieces, the variations in color...gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. Fortunately, the thing is taking forever, and I'm really just enjoying it without rushing to get it done. After all, it's 70 degrees out today.

Moving Right Along

Change is in the air, and no, I'm not talking about the 60 degree weather we're having in February. Frankly, I kind of hate 60 degree weather in February. Where is my blizzard? Where is the reality stopping torrent of snow that is so fun to look at, but so aggravating to deal with?

I don't know.

I do know that I've been quite the slacker with the updates, and the worst part about it, is that that I have nothing to show for it. I have moved to another location in South Philly. We have a roof deck w/ fantastic views of the sports complex and New Jersey. It's so....not very romantic, but nice nonetheless. Roof decks are hot commodities in this town, so even though the apartment itself has peeling wallpaper, a really old stove, and visible water damage, it is saved by this roof deck. Thank goodness for that!

I turned 25 about a week ago. For my birthday, Mom was kind enough to trek over to Loop on a particularly blustery day and purchase a swift and a wool winder much to my delight. It is honestly one of the best gifts I have ever received, So, while the rest of my life is still sitting in boxes, at least my precious yarn is neat, organized, and ready to be turned into many spectacular things.

I'm not one for new year's resolutions, but after all this organizing and taking stock of my stash, I am definitely not buying any more yarn in the near future. I am on a stashbusting mission. In fact, I'm not even sure how I ended up with all this yarn to begin with. As always, thinking with my eyes and my hands and not my poor wallet.

Growing up is proving to be a royal pain in the ass some days. The end of grad school is fast approaching. Only 6 more weeks and I'll have no choice but to leave this unreal world that I've lived in for the past quarter century and trade it in for some alternate reality known as the real world.

I'm not so sure about this whole real world thing. I mean, I'm sure it will be nice, but I think it also comes with its own set of ideas and pressures and conformities. Essentially, the very things I hate. But, hey, at least with all this yarn, I'll be stylishly dressed for the adventure.