Over the past week, we've been making our way through season one of The Wire. Okay, I get it now, it's a remarkable show. Two more episodes to go until we can swap season one for season two with a friend of ours. I suggested that J wrap the DVDs in a paper bag and drop them from our third story apartment for M to catch below. Overkill, perhaps. But, after watching 1, 2, or even 3 episodes in one sitting, it's hard to get it out of your brain.
This is making my bus ride all the more interesting. Or scary. Depending on how many episodes I watched the night before. I spend the trip through Camden carefully watching out the window... is that kid the lookout? I bet they're keeping the stash in that boarded up house.
But the worst was today when I was waiting for the elevator up to my office after lunch. Two cops walked out of the restaurant on the ground floor of our building. I nearly yelled, FIVE-OH!
Weekend Round-up
It was a banner weekend all around.
My good friend
Hil completed her first triathlon. She's amazing.
I made six gorgeous caramelized banana tartlets with an orange-hazelnut crust.
What can I say, we can't all be triathletes.
