admit it, b-mar

You love Fenway Park.

We met up in Mass. this past August to take in a Sox game. It was a lot of fun - Jason Bay smacked an HR in the first (his first with the club, no less) en route to a Sox rout of the Oakland Athletics. The bro hooked us up with a tour of the offices and the press box, and B-Mar couldn't stop raving about the atmosphere - an absolutely gorgeous, historic ballpark with open concourses around the stadium, sweet views that keep you close to the action, not to mention intelligent, passionate fans who know how to enjoy a ballgame without being prompted to "MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!!!!!11"

As Derek Jeter heads to Florida, I think we all know who the B-Mar will be rooting for come October.

eating peanut butter from a jar

law school. c'est la vie.

Vermont, near Quebec

That's where I am this summer. Its pretty cool. I can swim into Canada from the dock in front of my house.
Lunches here are not much to write home about. But this was a solid lunchtime read. http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/14/business/media/14askthetimes.html?pagewanted=all

I have my glove

How old is your glove? Do you remember buying it? I remember I bought mine, and a cool pair of metal baseball spikes, just before the 7th grade baseball season started (coinicidentally, my final year of hardball). Its a great glove, except I think its still a little stiff, despite years of Twilight League, Head-Senior games, frat league, and Orrick's summer league.

Wild Burrito, in Portland, was pretty good. I thought. Quick, well-lit, and the dude working the counter nhad a vintage Dartmouth t-shirt on. My quesadilia was large and delicious. But the evening at the Lopster Pound was the pinnacle of culinary feats (aside from a stray breakfast-in-the-barn pancake).

and that's not all

What are the chances that the day after (unbeknownst to me) the B-Mar posts to d@1, I end up getting lunch at Blue Radish Group subsidiary (and Digby's cousin) City Chow Cafe? My coworker convinced me to schlep down to this place on 19th St. & Broadway, which is attached to her gym. Everything there is in the classic Digbys' style: same clamshell salad containers, same basic stickers on everything, though you can get some overpriced fresh entrees (turkey burger!) and sides (I'll be damned - beets!) to satisfy your "I can afford to join a gym and buy overpriced food at said gym" cravings. I felt the recurring pangs of loss, and hunger, and picked up a Nicoise salad that was actually fairly decent (potatoes, hard-bolied egg, salmon, and some obviously thawed frozen green beans), and the bread was definitely solid, though only a medium-sized wedge was proffered. I'd go back if it weren't so far away and so goddamned hot out.

As advertised, I did bask in the glory of the B-Mar over the 4th weekend in Maine. Granny's had inexplicably moved and was even more inexplicably closed ("we don't open till 5 because yesterday was the 4th" -- touche, Maine), so we ended up at this newfangled place called Wild Burrito. I got a pretty pathetic one with spinach that was sopping wet and had obviously just been defrosted (I sense a theme here) and we also went to the Lobster Pound, at which B-Mar reveled in crustacean juice and I sat listlessly. We will be meeting in a couple of weeks in Boston over a glorious round of Fenway Franks. Someone get B-Mar to bring his glove.

Together again

The team joined up last week for the 4rth of July in Raymond Maine. Heckuva Weekend, SHesta. Bonfires, Smaller fires, Firelanes, no bowling lanes, Port-lan(e/d), etc. We swam to Crow's Rock.

check the standings

The other day B-Mar and I met at Standings in the East Village to check out the Sox and Yankee games and enjoy a few glasses of BL Smooth. Joba was out of the game shortly after we arrived. I didn't have the guts to ask Brian: what if I restarted d@1...with someone else?

congrats b-mar

It's really happening, isn't it?

Saw a bunch of camp folks at the Mayers' this weekend. It was good, but I had to leave before the meat hit the grill. So to speak.

Got a call from the b-mar right before Obama went on at Wesleyan. What a weekend. I need to visit the b-mar in the VT, but I'm not exactly allowed to take vacation time this summer. Something's happening on the 4th.

fin and a camp note

law school. first year. ends in 12 hours, 36 minutes. One exam left (take-home on criminal law, its a bitch). Then a 48 hour decompress, a two-week application process for law review, a week on martha's vineyard, and my job starts in Burlington.
What a blur.

Camp starts in about 10 weeks. Only 5 returning heads, plus coburn. We should be there. Will should come. We're going to get old too quick, Ben, and it gets harder and harder to remember where the stars are on the way back to raymond..."second to the right, and straight on till morning?"--J.M. Barrie. Take the weekend in New Haven and multiply it by 60.

it was a big deal

New job, new office digs: Murray Hill, southeast of midtown. Marginally less terrible lunch situation. My main jam right now is Guy and Gallard. I'm finishing a salad that was pretty bad, but their sammies are decent and they make a tasty pizzette.
You heard me.

There's a lot of Indian food to be had around here, but I haven't found anyplace that calls out to me and sings. I guess I haven't tried for a while.

We need more singing.

re-resurrection

Brian: guess what I just did

thats right

i posted at digbysatone

nbd

10:42 AM me: !!!!omg

omgomg

10:46 AM bmar i am touched

you did this for me

thank you

10:47 AM Brian: i did this for us, ben

i still believe in us

10:48 AM me: so do i

so do i

VT report

There is still snow on the ground. Its piled up against the windows on the first floor of the library. All anyone can see is snow and sky. It's like a ski lodge.

We're erratic and lunch in small town VT

Or maybe I'm erratic.
Much has changed since we started the blog: Ben and I have both moved (different apartments in his case, different states in mine), we've left our jobs (for a more interesting job 2.0 for ben, and the splendors of rural New England law school in mine), and we've both experimented with unusual chest hair configurations.
But our core love of Digby's remains strong.
BMar updape: I live in Vermont. It's a nice place to live, albeit in the middle-0of-less-than-nowhere. The first year of law school has been both awesome and sucky (my vocabulary has obviously grown). I've cultivated the analytic tools of the lawyerly trade, read a lot of landmark cases and influential theories, and become annoying when my friends want to watch "Law & Order."
I never get to eat at Digby's anymore. There are exactly six places which serve lunch in my town: a diner of low/greasy quality that is best preserved for breakfasts, a pizza place that sells bad pizza at surprisingly high prices, two bars, a deli/convenience store, and the on-campus cafeteria that is pretty small and minimalist. The only place I really like for lunch is one of the two bars, which actually has a reasonable restaurant business and a great view of the town green.