Ruby’s itinerary involves learning to sail, archery, theater, and sleeping on a top bunk. My itinerary? Gosh. The possibilities…
What am I doing while my kid is away at camp?
It’s summer, and that means you need to drink lots of fluids. Rosé is a fluid!
Watch the Olympics
Tennis is on the Bravo TV channel. Needless to say, my TVs (I have three) have all been tuned to Bravo starting at 9:30 AM until 10 PM every day. I am the Leslie Jones of Olympic tennis watching.
IM AN OLYMPIAN!!! pic.twitter.com/bOkbwDcHJ9
— Leslie Jones (@Lesdoggg) August 9, 2016
My poor neighbors. They must think that I’m being murdered (or made love to) by Jack, Del Potro, or Rafa on a daily basis. How do I watch the Olympic tennis? With Benadryl because I am a snot monster. I’m not crying. You’re crying. Okay…I’m crying. (Also, I’m sticking to tennis because I do not trust gymnastics. Legs snapping in half? No.)
I am dead. https://t.co/d0wv751r2Z
— Ricky Dimon (@Dimonator) August 8, 2016
— Ben Rothenberg (@BenRothenberg) August 6, 2016
The Rio tennis crowd is amazing, especially for players from Brazil (natch) and Argentina. They are not the typcical tennis crowd. They are loud, doing the wave; obnoxious and interruping, it’s amazing. You do you,Brazil!
— AS English (@English_AS) August 9, 2016
Wearing Shirts Ruby Can’t Read
Binge Catastrophe on Amazon Prime
My latest TV obsession is Catastrophe on Amazon Prime. Like Heidi already told you, this show is hilarious. And it also reveals that love is ugly and lovely and miserable and transcendent and full of farts. Everyone in love is a human being, and Catastrophe gets that. Human beings are messy. With butts and hairy bodies.
Sharon Horgan is who I want to be when I grow up. She’s Irish, boozy, and full of insightful venom. She wears a yellow bra. I bought a yellow bra. TWINS!
I’m a bit in love with the character Chris. He’s Scottish, vapes, and wear a kilt. Also, he’s into women with cocks. Swoon.
Sleeping is my favorite. I like to stay up late reading and sleep until I wake up naturally without an alarm. I’m not lazy. I’m well rested.
Read Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler
HT to my TN bishes Lindsey and Juliana who turned me onto this book. I’m halfway in and mesmerized. Danler has such precise yet illuminating language. Told from the first person POV of Tess, a recent Brooklyn transplant and Manhattan restaurant backwaiter, Danler sucks you in with original characters that will appeal to anyone who has ever been in the service industry or anyone who has every had yearning in their heart. Essentially, this book appeals to everyone.
And her description of tasting oysters for the first time! Yasssss. Danler give you briny truth. Keep your eye out for my full review once I wake up from my nap and finish reading.