takin it to phillie...

We took this show on the road -- cats and all -- to visit Phillie for the Thanksgiving weekend. One bus, one subway, and 3 trains later (not as horrible as it sounds), we had made it.

We ventured out for some dinner at the Abbaye...


Attack of the butt. Part I.









Attack of the Butt. Part II.


Sneeze. Beat that Ross!
Attack of the Butt. Part III.

regift?

We put up our Christmas tree (already, we know). When Eva wasn't trying to stick her head into it or eat a snowflake, she was laying nicely underneath...
...and on the wrapping paper.

wha?

Don't worry -- burly men with mohawks and ferns will save us from terrorists.

(Course, wouldn't that make them assassins for taking out Bush?)


And Doug in a hat he didn't end up getting. ↓

Fall?

Fall seemed to go fast... Now we're in cold rainy weather. But Doug got to see it snowing. :)

These last two are from Beka's train ride out to Long Island to teach.

our hats are off...

Upon exiting the 116th street subway, we came across a gaggle of horrified college girls (the squirmy freshman type) looking at an object on the street. Amongst the cries -- "Ohmigod, it's a beaver!" "No, it's a otter!" -- Doug became curious, stepping closer to the object and being able to decifer it's very much dead and harmless nature.

Others began to swarm on the Broadway sidewalk — unsure what the commotion emitted from the high pitched girls in their matching houndstooth scarves, mittens, and headbands and recently flat ironed locks, hoping to be some college boy's catch of the night. Finally Doug plucks the object off the sidewalk saying in a dry and unwilling-to-play-into-their-nonsensical-fears tone, "It's a hat."

The shreaks did not subside, but resonated past the chilling wind. Doug took one look at the hat before lobbing it like a hand grenade into the middle of the cackling tribe of terrified girls who did not move out of the way of the identified, but still strange, New York street object.

As we walked away, Beka couldn't help but notice the laughs from other people at the expense of the girls. But we couldn't help but wonder what some of our friends would do... (GP, Pep, this means you.)

blue light special

Oh No Santa!! Lay off the egg nog! It's still November!





"I didn't want to learn about it this way!"



















"This is a stick up... give me all your lights"


I'm dreaming of a purple Christmas...

Really, Martha?

uf / fau

We were earlier than we thought... and so we took a walk before the game and found an Urban Outfitters.

Beka got this coat, a pair of dress pants, and gloves for a total of 12.49 (originally about $160). Even the guy with a tatoos across his face and chest, a face like Zack Braff, and hair like the MTV VJ Jesse that worked there was impressed.








15 minutes before kick off... dead.








But the touchdown shots of SoCo and lime were flowing quickly.

(We're practicing for the requisite cute pose at our wedding.)





Beka though the shotglasses looked like little communion cups...







And when the Gators were scoring too fast, they made a Beka sized shot.

Thats a new found friend Phillip in the background.



Doug used his free drink ticket for a car bomb.














In the end, it wasn't too packed and we got to enjoy ourselves on a comphie couch where the tv wasn't blocked and the Blue Moon was flowing.

eva waits for doug to come home

"Eva waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time

Eva waits
But not for me."

captain genius edits

Pushkin seemed to want to help with Beka's Paper for Zen.