Annie rediscovers Keanu

Ladies,
'tis been ages since we last spoke. I have been fairing well considering the lack of Ladystein during these summer months.

Do you gals remember when I never had a crush on Keanu Reeves growing up- you all did, while I fell in love with Alex Winter, the other bodacious dude from B & T's Excellent A. WELL, times have changed sisters...while passing by the Brooklyn Dojo where my little 3 year old friend takes karate lessons, we happened upon his karate teacher in full karate gear. I instantly had a crush on him. At first I thought it was the uniform- you know how I'm a sucker for a karate outfit (hence my love for Ralph Machio)- but then I realized, it was the fact that he spoke and looked like Keanu Reeves. Something woke up inside me that day- a love I never knew I had. I immediately played back every Keanu movie I have seen- and it wasn't until I got to Point Break that I realized- I do love Keanu Reeves.

So there- we all have more in common than you thought- maybe I'm not as adopted as you all like to believe- except for the fact that I have different birth parents.
Happy summer vacations!

KATE DAYCATIONS IN DARKEST BROOKLYN!

Darkest Brooklyn.

Last weekend, I decided to go exploring in darkest Brooklyn with my friend, Adam. It was a lovely summer day, so we headed off to Brighton Beach, known to some as MOSCOW BY THE SHORE due to its large Russian population. As soon as we got off the Q train, we were greeted by what I would imagine Russia would look like if it had a boardwalk: fur stores, borscht emporiums, and signs that look like this: New boyfriends?

My wedding day.

We had a lovely $5.95, 4-course lunch consisting of blintzes, "regular" pasta (aka macaroni with onions...?) borscht, salad (aka coleslaw), and "regular" tea. We were both too scared to try the entree labled "Lazy" stuff cabbage for fear we'd end up eating this:
Worst nightmare.

Then it was off to the beach, which was far more pristine than either of us had expected:
You could eat off that sand.

We almost joined in a "Top Gun"-style volleyball tourny, but thought better of it: The Iceman Cometh...

And though we wanted to swim, there were some signs that worried us.....
"Contributed to"???

So it was off to Manhattan beach, which was more of a rowdy fiesta - aka, just my style.
Even the babies have 'tudes.

Though the locals seemed to have some strange customs....
The HELL?!?!?!

Then it was off to the harbor town of Sheepshead Bay. Where things got a little glamourous:
My scarf, it was was apricot...

Though sadly, the local KofC didn't seem open and/or stocked in what we needed: pina coladas... My first love? Love on the rocks.

At this point, sun-blind and parched, our judgment got a bit blurred, and we weren't sure what was or wasn't a swan. SWANS.
NOT A SWAN.

What we did discover is that we need to move there.
KATE WILKINSON: AT HOME AT THE VIKING

And with that, we headed home, full of borscht and beautiful memories....