Big Time Wednesday

I am going to give a brief run down of the day that was.

Worked out early this morning so I slept in until 7:00 - what a relief.  We had off from practice because of the ice problem here in the area - it made the roads tough to travel on - and the head coach lives 45 minutes north.

Lindsay had a doctor's appointment to check on Baby D's status.  Before the visit, we headed for a Restaurant Week lunch at Colicchio & Sons - Tap Room down in the Meatpacking District.  Probably the best  lunch we've had in quite some time, and all for $24.07 a person.  I had roasted bone marrow with truffle oil and drunk onions, the TC Burger with drunk onions, and an apple tatin for dessert.  Lindsay opted for the cauliflower soup as an appetizer, the tomato, mozzarella, and basil pizza, and the zeppole dessert with butterscotch sauce.

Oh yeah, and we each got $20.11 gift certificate's towards our next trip to C&S.  Nice gesture.

Oh, and we saw @Tom_Colicchio.  I wanted to say hello, but after I gathered up the courage, he headed to the bathroom - or so I thought.  I headed in too, because I had to go, but he wasn't there.  I actually hung out in there a little longer than I needed to, hoping he was going to head in there.  No luck.

We then walked a few blocks to the subway to head across town (to the East Side) to get to the doctor.  Took the L train to Union Square and hopped on the 6 train uptown.

Doctor visit lasted all of 5 minutes - baby was moving around a lot but looked OK.  It's heart was beating and it was swallowing pretty well.  Go baby, go!
We then walked across a snow-covered Central Park to get to the West Side, where we hopped on the 1 train at 72nd Street.  Saw a neat photo op of a wooden bridge with some snow on it.  Click!

Man oh man, did we hear some weird shit on that train ride home - specifically from two twenty-year-olds.

Here's a sampling of their conversation:
Male: Yeah, my mom doesn't like you too much, she's afraid if we hang out I'll start doing drugs
Female: Well , I do research on the drugs I do.
Male: That's cool.  I want to do cocaine as my last drug as I'm dying, because I figure it would kill me anyway.
Female: Yeah, I only do drugs that aren't bad for you.  I have never done cocaine but mushrooms are good.
Male: I saw Henry's friend at GameStop on 86th, he got a job because his girlfriend broke up with him or some shit
Female: Yeah, Damian right?  He wanted me to get this piercing (on her right cheek), so I did it.

Oh their poor, pathetic souls.  I truly feel for their parents - I think.

We got home, I took Nathan out, and we just flipped on the Syracuse/UConn game.  18-12 UConn leads.  Seems like an ugly game so far, but I'm hardly watching - blog takes precedent.  And Lindsay is in and out of sleep on the couch.

Duke is on the road at Maryland at 9:00.  They need a bounce back win after the embarrassing loss to St. John's.

The Middle (8:00) and Modern Family (9:00) are also on.  Yikes!

Looks like big decisions need to be made here in the Darcy apartment.  It really feels like it's midnight, and I have to be up at 4:45 am for practice tomorrow.

Good night.  Go Duke!  And my feet hurt.

Dear: Hunter Boots

With the winter being so unpredictable here in the Northeast, I invested in another pair of winter boots.  Yes, I'll admit to you about having a pair of Timberland boots for the snow that are ridiculously comfortable (unless I wear ankle socks) and waterproof, to boot (haha).  After watching my wife walk right through puddles large and small alike and trudge through giant snow banks, I became jealous.

Hunter Boots were on my radar.

My wife has a pair of tall purple boots from your company.  I was not about to get a pair of purple tall boots.  I just wanted to be able to walk through puddles and more than 8" of snow without worrying if my socks and feet were going to get soaking wet.

I knew, after doing extensive research, that the men's original short boot was the best choice for me.  I didn't need a giant knee-high boot to walk around in, I just wanted to be able to walk through puddles.  I can't speak for other cities, but here in NYC, street corners generally turn into small ponds once the snow begins to melt.  Small, gross, murky, dirty-water ponds.

Thanks to your boots - which are now my boots - I no longer have to jump over these puddles.  I tried it once with the Timberland boots on (jumping, that is) and my cell phone came out of my pocket and cracked.

My one knock is that the damn socks for inside the boots are $35.  Really?  Crew socks are working just fine for me because I refuse to spend $35 on a single pair of socks.  Can't you just add a little bit of insulation to the boots?  I mean you charge enough.

I know there are plenty of companies that manufacture similar boots, but after buying Lindsay a pair a while back, I was always secretly envious of her water-walking ability.

In closing, I may look like I'm going fishing or farming while wearing the boots, but I'm certain that my feet will not get wet.

Thanks, and keep the puddles coming.

Lunch and Dr.

Headed to Colicchio & Sons for a Restaurant Week lunch with Lindsay. Then we head to the other side of town for a doctor's appointment for Baby D.

Dang this weather. Hope I can find something photo worthy of posting on DDP later on. Also have a Dear_____ post coming later on.

Drive safe. It's the rails for us.