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The Morning After AND The Morning Before (Photos)

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Good morning!  I am enjoying Internet while I still have it before getting on a boat and praying Shannon doesn’t try to throw me overboard.  For those of you playing catch up, today is our four (4) year anniversary.  Since getting married, we promised ourselves that each anniversary would be spent in “a city we had never been to together.”  Here’s the score thus far:

  • YEAR 1: Key West, Florida
  • YEAR 2: Baltimore, Maryland (by way of Washington, DC.)
  • YEAR 3: The Grand Canyon, Arizona
This year?  We’re going to Nassau in the Bahamas via cruise ship.  We started the trip last night by getting a hotel on Miami Beach.  Here was the view this morning:

The view from our room this morning...

And here are some photos from last night’s roaming around town:

Shannon... she loves the @GhirardelliSQ Gingerbread Cocoa on South Beach.

Open 24 hours. Need to remember that for the next @FLSupercon

South Beach neon goodness.

I'M IN MIAMI BITCH (so sayeth the shirts)

(This last one really kind of says it all, doesn’t it?)

More to come… just not so sure about when.

Review: They Call Me Baba Booey

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They Call Me Baba BooeyThey Call Me Baba Booey by Gary Dell’Abate

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Baba Booey, Baba Booey, Howard Stern’s penis.

Yup, I’m a Stern fan. While I type this, I am listening to Howard talk to former governor Jesse Ventura and guest announcer George Takei is with them this week. Thank you Sirius XM on teh Interwebz.

Gary has been in the background of the Howard Stern Show as far back as I remember (NOTE: I started listening in the early nineties.) When I heard he was putting out a book, I figured it could make for an interesting read but it wasn’t on my “must read” list. Last month, though, I was walking down Lincoln Road in Miami, Florida and walked into Books & Books. Lo and behold they has a signed copy so I figured: what the hell.

They Call Me Baba Booey has the feel of two short books weaved into one: the story of Gary growing up in New York and his anecdotes about working with Howard and the crew. Ironically, I found myself more drawn to the stories of his family since (somehow) I found myself relating… especially since my mother has dealt with similar issues.

This wasn’t the great American novel, but it was a fun read worth some of your spare time.

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