New Yankees stadium

Billy invited me out to a ball game at the new and fancy Yankees Stadium and it was a gorgeous day in the sun. Although our team lost (Indians), I think I learned a thing or two about the game. The people on the field are called players, not men. A pitcher throws the ball and a catcher, well duh, catches it. There are 9 innings, not 8. And they serve sushi at the stadium. 

-bahareh

Lisa vs Diddy

The oh so wonderful Lisa decided to bring a few of her friends to NY to celebrate the big 3-0. The night started at our favorite neighborhood spot, Abistro, for a yummy yummy dinner and after that we took the party over to the annual Prince vs Michael Jackson dance party at BLVD. 

Can't wait to see what you do for your 40th, Lisa! Fly us all out to Phi Phi, perhaps perhaps?

(Jels kept it classy with his pinky))

(I am the worst celebrity whore when drunk)

-bahareh

Sloppy dancing

Danced Friday night away to the beat of The Presets at Webster Hall. The most fun I've had in a long long time. Afterwords we slipped in a secret door and ended up at another dance party. Lots of sloppy moves and gin and tonic's later, I took on the task of balancing down a winding staircase. Looking at the picture now, I'm wondering... maybe it was me who was the winding one?

-bahareh

Made it to the Big screen

We all know how Jelsen has his sticker sticking down. He knows where to stick - so they won't be taken down and he knows how to stick - so he won't get caught. Hey, he even has his own crew of sticker stickers all over the world.

A couple of weeks ago our buddy, Mawuse, informed him that she had been to a pre-screening of the new Biggie Smalls movie, "Notorious" and caught a glance of a Jelsen Jargon sticker in it.

In a moment of extreme boredom today, I decided to watch the film online and there, 11minutes in, is an actor doing pull ups against a lamp post and a very familiar sticker staring at me. Can't wait to see this movie on the big screen (no pun intended)! Good job sticking it, husband.

-mrs Jelsen Jargon

Letter To My Unborn Child

Last night, Barack Hussein Obama was elected the very first black president of the United States. When i think about this new fact, this goose-bumping reality, i am both overwhelmed with pride as well as perspective.

See, you will be born into a world that has 'always had this man in school textbooks' just as, for example, my generation has 'always had Martin Luther King Jr' in ours. This is an amazing fact....and that's what's amazing: THIS IS A FACT. For every single generation before you and i its been an idea, a concept, a goal....and you will, by default, know it as a historical fact.

Do you understand how beautiful this is?!

Last night your mother and i stood in front of a massive screen that broadcast the transition of this idea into reality - and i could only think of you.

Our ancestors are thinking of you.

They've ardently built our legacy, against uncermountable opposition, step by step so that you'll have a chance to add even more height to our path upward. I cannot wait to tell you all about this night; i cant wait to answer all your questions about what it all felt like 'back in the day', how euphoric it was for us to dance in the drumming and screaming of New York City's streets.

My future's always been larger than life because of how hard my parents, your grandparents, perservered through all sorts of obstacles i have the privilege to only read about. Now, yours is going to be even larger than mine.

Last night the American people said goodbye to some things and hello to much more. You will be evidence of this.

We're already so proud of you.

I love you. We love you.
- Your Father

Roooooooad Triiiiiiiiiiip

Guillo had the genius idea of subletting his Brooklyn apt for the upcoming 4mos winter season and moving to Miami.

primo.

I couldnt let the poor guy drive all the way down there alone, now could i?! So, i didnt. I figured it'd make for a great wknd and i could also surprise my folks down in Port Charlotte - and JetBlue it back early monday morn.
Somewhere along I95 this happened - so we removed it, which improved our gas mileage. We think.
After about 12hrs of driving [ i couldnt help drive because my license expired earlier this year ] Guillo was ready for a powernap in South Carolina.
Now, this wasnt your average EconoLodge in the Deep South.........this one had a Players nightclub across the lot. We could hear the bass the entire night. ha.Uh oh:Aaaaaaaamerica!

We made it in about 22hrs.

Fuck Yeah,
- Jelsen

Apples Galore

Luckily for Bahareh and i we have friends who come up with great ideas for us. Meaning, Panos and Brent planned to go apple picking upstate in Granite Springs and then we just jumped into their wagon.

Suckers.

The ride up:

....we saw some amazing homes. I want the one up top because its the very last home in a dead end on a hill, it also needs to be gutted and restored, and its easily on a full acre.

Bahareh prefers the second house because its the exact opposite of my choice - its ready-to-move-in.

We did agree on:
...and we finally arrived.
A couple hours later we waved farewell to the apple fields that embraced us with delicious bounty.

Panos was headed back to Boston so before dropping the rest of us off at the train station we wandered the town's streets for goodies.
We decided on a cute (yes, i really mean 'cute') little southern italian diner on what we considered 'Main Street'. The food's amazing.
Homeward bound:
Monday was indeed a great day. We ate like spoiled elementary schoolers and, uhm....i think that was the entire day, really. ha.

Oh! We got apples n shit. 27lbs of it.

Bahareh's gonna make a whole bunch of apple goodies; apple cider, apple tart, apple pie, apple toilet paper, apple remote controls...

autumn anyone?
- jelsen