Merry Christmas everyone!
Hey New York City jazz fans, a word of warning —
If you love Chris Botti and are hoping to catch one of his shows at the Blue Note during his annual holiday residency, here are a few things to keep in mind.
First, don’t buy bar seats. The club offers seats at tables and at the bar, and the marketing assures you that both choices offer a great view of the stage.
In reality, there are about 10 bar seats in total, and the Blue Note sells five times that many advance tickets. So most bar seat ticket holders are essentially Standing Room Only.
Second, don’t assume you are in like Flynn if you buy table seats. At tonight’s Christmas Eve performance, many table patrons with advance tickets were turned away because the Blue Note oversold the show.
On Christmas Eve. Are you kidding me?!
Third, whatever ticket you purchase, be at the club as soon as the doors open. That’s the only way to get any kind of seat.
Actually, my best piece of advice is to go somewhere else. That’s what we ended up doing.
Total. Holiday. Fail.
An instagram account has got me thinking about holiday decorating.
The Gay Beards are all about men’s grooming…specifically, really creative ways to fancy up facial hair.
But their glitter beards?
They just make me want to decorate a Christmas tree completely covered in glitter.
Their tutorial video suggests using beard oil to make the glitter stick.
Hmmm…tree sap, maybe?
The holiday decorations in my neighborhood have been hung.
I love ’em.
They remind me of the fussy versions from my childhood, but are cleaner and simpler in design.
I hope they aren’t predictors of lots of snow this winter. Cause I would like them a whole lot less.
Dear Santa’s elves (cause let’s face it — the big guy is on a beach somewhere):
I want. No…I need.
I have extensive experience creating Lego homes with far fewer resources, so I will appreciate the level of detail in this Big Bang Theory recreation.
I hope my advance notice helps secure my ‘order.’
Hi to Rudolph,
Merry Christmas Eggers, one and all!
Enjoy your day with family and friends in front of a roaring fire. Don’t have one?
Pretty darn warm, huh?
I may have mentioned a time or two that I grew up in Kentucky.
Kentucky is known for a lot of things –both good and bad — but one of the truly exceptional things we make is bourbon whiskey.
Maker’s Mark, to be specific.
And at this time of year, true aficionados treat their Maker’s to a holiday gift or two.
Have you bought your bourbon a little something-something for Christmas?
When you travel for business, you pack a lot. You get it down to a science.
I can pack for most trips 10 minutes before I leave.
Personal trips are a completely different story.
I don’t know exactly what I am going to be doing every hour of the trip. There is no ‘uniform’ that I can put on for each activity. Plus, my vacations are usually a bit longer…and I have to pack for the dog, too.
And he likes to have a lot of choices.
For 20 years, photographer Peter Thorpe has put his dog in costume for his annual holiday card — first Paddy and then Raggle have been dressed up and propped to celebrate the season.
No Photoshop allowed.
Seeing this display, I’m even more resolute to never dress up my dog for Halloween or Christmas.
And definitely not Thanksgiving.