the ocean

Our TV viewing definitely slowed this summer as we, like, actually left the house and did stuff, but we watch a few things. Mainly, there was a lot of Housewives. Having thrilled at the madness of Miami seasons 4 and 5, we went back and filled in the much more boring back catalogue. It did give us a certain insight into how the monster that is Adriana came to be created, and also into Alexia's gay husband, but it was not exactly a romp. And Lea Black's laugh haunts my dreams. We've also been watching the rebooted New York, which is surprisingly light and pleasant. It's nice not to have to spend so much time worrying about Sonja's mental health, and Jenna Lyons is a god damned national treasure. And now Salt Lake is restarting, which so far seems like a rebound from last season's unsolved black eye mystery and general boringness. I can't say if Mary Cosby is a cult leader or not, but either way her commentary on these crazy white ladies is a huge asset. And her habit of filming in her giant closet.

Normally, a picture is worth a thousand words, but these are worth like sixteen billion. They're that good.

Here's the dining hall at the camp we went to for a wedding a few weeks ago. I think that's the bear that mauled a dozen people a few years back. No, I'm just kidding. They still have no idea who did all the mauling.

Here's our take on "camp chic." And the wedding dress code arms race continues.

We played Connect Four at the welcome party for the Buffalo wedding. Well, mainly Maggie stacked and restacked the chips, but I see that as a win for everyone.

The art museum in Buffalo had this mirrored room that my mother claims I loved as an infant. Which of course is nonsense, because everyone knows I was exclusively devoted to early Fauvism until the age of 3.

Niagra Falls! Falling! Not pictured: one thousand couples fighting in the traffic on the way there.

We had a family wedding in Buffalo this weekend. My prior experiences with Buffalo were limited. More than ten years ago I flew in and out of there for a deposition two hours south in Pennsylvania, but all I saw was the Hilton Garden Inn I got stuck at overnight after missing the last flight out. And my mother tells me repeatedly that I spent a summer there as a very small child, but I have no independent recollection of that. She says I found it amazing, though.

This was a quick trip, but we enjoyed it. We took my niece and nephew to one of the local art museums, which they enjoyed very much, and not just because it for some reason had a "Lego room." Like most children, they're big fans of abstract expressionism. We also went to Niagra Falls, though we did not have time to venture over to the Canadian side, which everyone tells me is much better, whatever that means. There was a lot of water falling and a lot of people looking at it, and it seemed fine. 

The wedding itself was at an art deco theater downtown and quite enjoyable. My niece was the flower girl and failed to spread even a single flower petal from her little basket. She's a conservationist at heart. My nephew was the ring bearer and the rings made it to their destination. So, success all around. 

Now we're back and dreading the work week! Such a wondrous time to be alive.