Posts Tagged ‘Joaquin’

Joaquin Plays Piano

We braved the snow of Brooklyn to see Joaquin play the piano and entertain us during the brunch hour at the Manhattan Inn in Greenpoint. That about sums it up.

This being a recurring gig for Joaquin, it is most probable that I will find myself back there on weekend mornings, in spite of the terrible service and lack of skim milk.

19

12 2009

Joaquin’s Freedom Pig

Nothing says Independence like an entire pig roasting over hot coals.

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Or maybe it just has to more to do with spending a lovely afternoon with good friends, eating good food, and enjoying the outdoor simpleness of suburban New Jersey. These days, it is much rarer that we assemble at Joaquin’s house, and fittingly we commemorated the 27th anniversary of Joaquin’s birth along with the 233rd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Red, White, and Blue cake eventually showed itself. As did rice and beans.

So to Messers Jefferson, Adams, Franklin, Hancock, Bartlet, et al., here’s to you.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

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04

07 2009

Joaquin Plays Piano’s

Joaquin, my ancient and most noble friend, has found himself part of another up-and-coming indy rock band, Kuroma. First, they opened for old Wesleyan pals MGMT in Prospect Park, and tonight headlined at Piano’s in the Lower East Side. And being the supportive best friend/fake cousin/brother from another mother, I turned out. In spite of smelly hipsters. In spite of crowds. In spite of the general annoying state of the LES. And I’m glad I did, in fact. Their music rocks.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

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02

07 2009

Christmas at the Cotlers

I always seem to forget that the Cotler clan open their presents the night before Christmas, and thus I always seem to appear awkwardly to a room filled with children, wrapping paper, and screaming.

strange days indeed

strange days indeed

24

12 2008