This time, just three years after last time, it was the East Village, on the Bowery, in a not-so-crowded bar with the right people. Then over to Second Avenue where the rest of the right people were, for beers and toasts and hugs. A different feeling this time, one of quiet contentment. And then, suddenly, again, on a dark street at a late hour, the summer is over.
Globe: “Red Sox shortstop Julio Lugo’s itinerary included catching some well-deserved Z’s in the arms of his wife, Sulky.”
Mike Timlin: “I miss that like I miss a line drive off the shin.”
Gillis (via SMS): “He got America a taco!”
Greg Allen: Dude, Under Seige, Blackwater Takes On Air of Dwell Magazine: “Modular, prefab, minimalist, outdoor space, nice matte finish, shipping containers… Just slap a couple of solar panels on the roof and get a book stylist in there to add a Moholy-Nagy monograph to the coffee table, I think we have our January cover!”
It is a strange God indeed that decreed the Sox in the Series would go down at the same time as the KS Bachelor Fiesta in Vegas this past weekend. Had there been a game Friday night, we could have enjoyed it while dining in this A/V equipped private dining room at the new Strip House, seen here. The remainder of the weekend shall remain off the record.
Jessica Coen on the Sox beat: Playoff Widow and An Ode to RapeFace.
Confirmed: Rex to NYC. Brace, people. BRACE.
Hey, there’s a ballgame at Fenway tonight. Leitch kindly asked me to write something for Deadspin, so I did. Go Sox. [image by the great Jim Cooke]
New York Post confirms yesterday’s Racked scoop that John Varvatos is taking over the old CBGB space. Related: this is probably my favorite photo I’ve ever taken for a blog.