Last dance

T minus twelve hours until the end of 2007. Here's how the apartment will be celebrating:

Bee will be in Brooklyn (see earlier post) with friends, and will feast on roast beef and trimmings.

Cee will be at friend's house in Battery Park City. Champagne, girlfriends, and Spanish music.

Dee, much missed after leaving our apartment this summer, will be catching an interactive show down in the East Village with boyfriend/ new roommate London Fling.

Ei will be in Israel, on a beach, dancing with her friends.

Gi is the most adventurous of all. She's going to Times Square along with her sister and 2 million other people to stand in the cold for 8 hours to watch a ball drop for a minute. Good luck with that!

And I will be snuggled on my doggie bed, enjoying the revelry with family—two little boys who adore me, and Bee's sister and niece and nephew. I might just have the best New Year's plans of the entire apartment.

New Year's Eve Plans

Bee always leaves it up to the last minute to commit to a social outing. New Year's Eve is no exception. The options:

1.) Party at downtown hotspot Katra with the New York Jets, Hollywood filmmaker Tyler Perry and friends Jen and Otto. $150 a ticket. Open bar. No food.
2.) Party at Soho home of friends Ed and Steve. Free admission, but must bring one bottle of booze as contribution.
3.) Dinner party at Brooklyn home of friend Adrienne. Free admission, but must bring one side dish or appetizer, and bottle of booze (demanding beatch!)
4.) Party on couch in Upper West Side home of...our own.

After stalking by all of the host of the first three parties, Bee finally rsvped to the Brooklyn dinner party. Wise choice. She said she'd save me leftovers. Hot.

And for her date? Bee is still deciding if she wants to bother with anybody else. I say fah-get having to bring somebody else with you to a party. What if there's a hottie sitting next to her at dinner? Stay open, moms. Stay open.

Delayed

Bee's flight is delayed two hours. Means she may not make it to the office on Friday as promised. Will she have another day home to snuggle with me???

More pics of Xmas 2007 to come.

Burp!

I am still so full from dinner.
And earlier in the day, we had a huge Christmas brunch. French toast and sausage biscuits.

Merry Christmas!

Oh, no she didn't! After all we discussed just a few days ago! Bee dressed me in this Santa suit that doesn't even fit me all that well. It was too tight around my chest area! I have too much cleavage, Bee! Argh!

I'll say it again...Bee, if you wouldn't wear it, then why would I want to wear it?

On the eve

Merry Xmas Eve, y'all.

I busted my paw on the ice this week. I jumped up for a treat and slipped. It's healing, but Bee's sis put some Neosporin on it so it would heal faster. Though the bandage doesn't look that fly, my camouflage t-shirt sure does!

The present for Bee's mom didn't come in time. Bee was upset. So she reached for a glass of red wine to drown anger.

Bee and fam ate a huge Xmas Eve dinner. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce, and some other stuff that smelled good. For dessert, there is a peach pie that's bigger than I am sitting on the stove, plus a sweet potato pie, ice cream (butter pecan and vanilla), a devil's food cake, and Milano cookies should the pies not be up to snuff.

I'm digging in.

White Christmas

Sunday, 1:15 ish. Michigan. View of our backyard.
All of the snow from the past few days melted because it was a balmy 45 degrees. But then it got windy. And colder. And started to snow again.


An hour later.


Two hours later.


At 5 P.M. 4 inches of snow. It continued blowing and falling through the night.


"Nuh-uh! There's no way I'm going out there to do my business now!" Trinity said. Can't blame her.

Ratings

Hairspray.

Best. Movie. Ever.

Numbers

Number of roommates sleeping at home: one
Number of paws injured on the ice in Chicago: one
Number of football games watched today:two in entirety
Number of glasses of wine consumed: ten between Bee and her dad
Number of cakes eaten by Bee during vacation so far: one
Number of cakes Bee cooked while on vacation so far: one
Number of vacation days left: four
Number of bones I'm getting for Christmas: two, plus a bag of rib flavored treats
Number of gifts Bee still has left to buy tomorrow, Christmas Eve: two for Dad, and praying that one arrives via UPS tomorrow for Mom

I'm so glad

That someone else is finally being subjected to the holiday spirit. Why do people think we actually LIKE these outfits? Does Trinity look happy here?



She's looking for shelter, people! Somewhere to hide! Somewhere far away from the cameras!
This is the deal. Dogs like clothes. We like the same exact outfits that our owners would wear. Would Bee's mom wear a holly collar around her neck? Only if it were made of gold and had rubys from Winston's on it.

Bee, don't even think about it. Unless it's that hoodie from Juicy Couture, or a quilited parka from Burberry, don't put it on me.

Poor thing. Luckily, Trinity will be left alone tomorrow when Bee and Bee's mom go to Chicago.

Mommy's here!

Finally, Bee's on vacation!
I'm so excited, as you can see. No really, I am! Because I KNOW Moms is going to SPOIL ME! Whoo hoo!!!

Well, it's not like I don't have it good in the Midwest already. Bee's sis has been cooking my food (yes, chicken and rice on the stove) since Thanksgiving. And I've gained, like, three pounds. But I still look good, tho! Don't hate!

Bee is coming to her sister's house on Friday to deliver gifts and visit with me. I hear that Lesbian Trinity might be coming too, but I'm arguing that there's not enough room on my fluffy doggie bed for the two of us.

Okay, she can have a corner, maybe, if need be.

Holiday cheer

Man, Bee’s had a busy weekend. First, she along with two of her girlfriends, S. and Elle, crashed a holiday party downtown Friday night for CBS Evening News. Good food, two open bars, and a partridge and a pear tree. Dancing all night long.

Bee enjoyed them all, but did not embarrass herself. That’s my mommy. Can’t say her friend didn’t do the same.

Phone message on Bee’s cell phone:

“It’s S…you gotcha phone turned off girl, it’s 10:15! Get your butt up! Call me when you get this message, I feel I need to do a whole ‘nother night out with you where we just talk because we didn’t get a chance to do that. Um… But I want to you do call me,…Also, I wasn’t too, like drunk and stupid last night at the party I hope? Because I feel like in the car ride home… was the boy really quiet? I hope he wasn’t pissed?...Okay, bye hon!"

And, deeen….S. and Bee did it all again! They swung by the Upper West Side home of a coworker, then cabbed it downtown to the East Village to feast on steak and pork buns at Bee’s favorite restaurant, Momofuku Ssam Bar. Good eats. Even more wine. Then, in the middle of a Noreaster that started around midnight, they went to Otto for after dinner cordials.

The phone conversation Sunday morning: “Another morning hung over after a night out with you!” S. told Bee.

Obviously S. hasn’t seen what it’s like in this apartment every Saturday and Sunday morning.

It’s just how we do, S. Just how we do.

Blind item guessing game!

Who left tuna in the empty trash can all day, which led to a pungent smell emanating through the house? Bee was ANGRY when she got home, slightly tipsy, from her holiday party, and Cee was none too pleased, either.

And what same roommate came rolling in drunk, and disrespected Cee by not saying hello to her when she walked in the room? Cee made sure the tenant knew that walking into a room without saying hello is rude.

(Oh, schnap! Holiday tension!)

And I wasn't invited???

Bee's sis is having WAY too much fun with these here jingle bells.

Anyway, I huuuurdd that Bee on Friday went to some uber fabulous lunch on Park Avenue for a new book coming out about a fabulous dog going to some fabulous hotel to hang with fabulous people. Or something. Okay, the book is called "Chocolate at the Four Seasons," and the author is a very cool, sweet woman named Bonnie Timmermann. I wasn't there, but Bee gave me the Cliff Notes.

There was free food and free dessert in a sick Park Avenue apartment. That was reason enough to go to the lunch. But even better were the future playmates Bee met on my behalf. The New York Post columnist Cindy Adams was there with her two Yorkies, Juicy and Jazzy. Then, their cousin Fabby, a.k.a. Fabulous was their with her owner, a stylist named Felix Mercado, and Animal Fair's Wendy Diamond was there with her dog, Lucky. Famous people like that cop from Law and Order (not that hot cop that this ENTIRE aparment is obsessed with but that other one who always wears the shades) also brought their pups.

The best part of this whole thing was that no one cared about Bee. All the guests wanted to talk about was ME. "Where's your dog?" they asked. HA! As you know, I missed the party because I'm still on my Midwest holiday.

Even better than the new friends is the chance that I'm getting some suh-weet gifts for Christmas. Fabby had on an adorable matching pink and black dress and matching coat that Bee loved, and Jazzy and Juicy had on these awesome leather jackets with gold jewelry that Cindy said were custom made for the dogs. Bee drooled over both of them. I guarantee I have one before 2008.

Wish list begins

With this.
Juicy Couture Doggy Reversible Parka
Pink parka reverses to black bone print, as shown. Black parka reverses to black bone print.
Faux fur trimmed hood.
$75
Bloomingdales.com

Bee, get on it!

To jump or not to jump

That tree looks tempting. All those candy canes, the lights, the sparkles, the angel on top. So many toys, so little time.