So if you haven’t figured it out yet, the wicked talented Bridget Callahan spent the New Year with us here in the ‘boken of Hos. Swing on over to her place and see the beautiful pictures she took of my wee town. She made me fall even more in love with Hoboken, which is NOT an easy thing to do.
- Her take on New Year’s festivities.
- The one where she makes the waterfront look like a set for a horror movie.
- The one where I beg her not to run off to Narnia.
So the humble Bridget agreed to join Herbert and I for a Friday sing-a-long. But because she’s Bridget, we had to do it outdoors in front of an abandoned building in what can only be described as an unholy arctic wind. Bridget, the trooper, wasn’t even wearing a coat. I, clad in long underwear, three layers of wool, and the warmest coat I own, nearly died of hypothermia right then and there. Herbert threatened to snap a string and protested by going flat. Then we almost got hit by a car.
The things I do for you people….
Happy Friday, bitches.