Today was an amazing day.
First, a little background. Regular readers of Lazerow.com know that I take the boys every Saturday morning. And as soon as her sleeping schedule syncs with mine, VIv will come along. We usually start at breakfast (Sarabeth's, Manhattan Diner, Good Enough To Eat are our normal spots). If it's nice we hit balls at Randalls Island and play a round or two of mini golf. Or we wander aimlessly somewhere in the city. Or we hit a park. Sometimes two or more of the above. We meet Kass for lunch and then spend the day together as a family.
What you don't know is the flipside of this deal. Kass takes the kids on Sunday mornings. I usually sleep until 9 a.m., wander out into the living room in my underwear as I clean the lint out of my bellybutton and other orifices, cracks and crevices, have a cup of coffee and read a paper as the kids hang.
So I get up today around 8:30 a.m. Actually, Myles jumped on my saying Kass needed help with the bacon (the hidden Jew in her hates touching raw pork products ... insert joke here). I go into the kitchen and Kass has made a ridiculously large breakfast for the kids and me and James and Eileen and Lucy who are in town visiting.
I eat, then sit down for the next 4 hours to watch the British Open. This was the first year of the new millenium that I haven't been glued to a computer watching server logs, tracking ad impressions and making sure GOLF.com is alive and kicking. One of the best British Open finishes in a while (I watched the entire round, Tivoed the playoff and then watched Padraig win after we had a late lunch at Artie's with the gang.
The rest of the day was great -- played with the kids, went to the park, visited with MIke Sloan, hung with the kids and Kass more and then put the monkies to bed. The great part of Mike's visit is his interaction with Myles. Myles calls him either MIchael Jackson or "Michael Sloan." Never the Michael without the Sloan.
Another great day. Life is good.
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