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cocktails with kevin cocktails with kevin monday, november 12, 2007 reading is fundamental my 18-month-old daughter loves to be read to. this is reason to rejoice of course because it means that instead of turning on the television to entertain her, she brings me books to read , climbing up into my lap while wearing a big smile across her face. sometimes she likes to be read the same books over and over several times in a row.if you've not had the occasion to read children's books recently, specifically those geared toward toddlers, i can assure you that there are some old favorites from way back when that still remain. margaret wise-brown must have a cult following with goodnight moon. i don't even know if she's still alive but i can assure you the three bears sitting in chairs are. so is the young mouse. incidentally, where does the author get off making toy house one word as in "a young mouse and a little toyhouse [sic]"? i'm not passing judgment; i just think she should quote a source.meryl also is a fan of everyone poops by taro gomi. really though, if you're a toddler, what's there not to like about a book that features illustrations of people pooping? whenever i turn the page to the picture of the man pooping on the potty as he smokes a pipe and reads a newspaper, meryl points to the picture and says dada dada. for the record i don't smoke a pipe.i love the line that says, "some poop and pay no attention." according to the picture hippopotamuses are in this category. who knew?there are of course other books in my kid's collection that make me cringe when she hands them to me. this may come as a surprise to many, but baby books aren't always what i would classify as page turners. this is especially true for the lift-the-flap books which without fail seem to evolve into rip-the-flap books. the books must be well written for the intended audience though because meryl continues to bring them to me. i have to confess i'm really getting tired of karen katz's where is baby's belly button?first of all, does this really qualify as a brainteaser? my kid's not two years old and she knows where her belly button is. she also likes to lift my shirt and show me where mine is. the girl knows her belly buttons. and even if she didn't, reading this book more than once seems like rereading a mystery novel over and over. i don't mean to spoil it for anyone who hasn't yet read the book but it's under her shirt! you find out on the last page if in fact your last page of the book still has a shirt. for us, the shirt is one of the ripped flaps, having been long retired to the trash can.where is baby's mommy? is by the same author and offers an equally intriguing storyline. when i first saw this book i thought it looked like something you might pick up off the table in the waiting room at the department of family and children's services. turns out the baby's mommy hasn't abandoned the baby or anything; she's just playing hide-and-seek. the reader follows baby through several rooms of the house looking for mommy. where's mommy? behind the plant? no, the ball is behind the plant. is mommy in the closet? no, the wagon is in the closet. yadda yadda yadda. the book has similar looking characters to those you find in where is baby's belly button? they all have gigantic baby foreheads and look a little like poorly drawn japanime stills. yawn.that being said, meryl loves it.personally i'm still waiting for the montelesque heart-warming sequel who is baby's daddy?now that's one to grown on. posted by kevin at 9:36 pm 0 belly up to the bar links to this post    friday, november 02, 2007 rome and tuscany: an outsider's perspective still caught up in the last throws of jetlag, wife and i have returned from a ten-day sojourn to the birthplace of western civilization. when i say western i don't mean like bonanza. i mean like people whose ways aren't backward and strange.anyway we went to italy, and as you can possibly imagine, my stories are many. because i could go on for days about how wonderful the trip was, i'll try and limit myself to only a brief epistle and hit the highlights.our journey started with alitalia. i wanted to like this airline. really i did, but the cabins were in various stages of disrepair depending on what seat you were in, and the flight attendants were some surly bitches. the women flight attendants weren't any better. at one point i walked back to their secret hiding area behind the curtain to return my meal tray and utensils. one stewardess just looked at me abruptly and said no before returning her attention to her own piss-poor airline food. oh well, at least they got us to our destination and then stepped in to help when those lazy air france people went on strike.a few days in rome proved to be a remarkable experience. i'm not normally one for monuments and museums, but this city has relics older than any i'd ever seen. it wasn't out of the ordinary to see modern buildings constructed around two thousand-year-old pillars that still remain. as i stood in the colosseum gazing out into the arena i thought to myself you're in a building that dates back 30 years after the death of christ.speaking of rabbi jesus, i did add yet another country to my list of places that have welcomed me with open arms, namely vatican city. i opted against going into st. peter's basilica as the line was almost as long as the one at the airline ticket counter in the rome airport thanks to those anti-work numbnuts at air france (my wife had to wait in line eleven hours).i did make it into the vatican museum though. individual artworks in this place were incredible and even the gardens it overlooks were beautiful, but a travelling friend of mine put it well when he said, "it's no wonder they had a protestant reformation." in just fifteen minutes the vatican museum starts to get a little overwhelming. so much stuff. too many notes.in florence i did little other than pick up a rental car and buy a few clothing items (our suitcase would not arrive for another three days). i did end up going to the large market in the center of town where i had a yummy panini and coke zero, or as they say in italian coke zero but that was on the return trip. florence was an easy train ride up from rome and made for a great jumping off point for the trip through tuscany.not enough wonderful things could be said about montestigliano, the site of the restored farm house we stayed in for the bulk of our stay. same goes for susan pennington who, in addition to running the place, went to great lengths to help us retrieve our suitcase from alitalia. because she was a native english speaker (the queen's though; not w's) she was able to share her passion for the area with us and help us drum up some wonderful ways to spend our holiday. if you've stumbled across my innerweb site by googling montestigliano, please oh please feel free to email me at cocktailswithkevin@hotmail.com and i'll tell you all the wonderful things about it. better yet, just go ahead and book the place. there are eleven guest homes in all and of the people we met during our stay, everyone loved where he was staying. in the days that followed i visited (not necessarily in this order) chianti, assisi, pisa, perugia, sovana, orbitello, ercolo, porto san stefano, pitigliano and you mixed up sicialiano. just kidding. i never went to sicily. maybe next trip. the chocolate festival in perugia was like nothing i had ever seen. for those who have never ventured beyond hershey and nestle, perugia chocolate is akin to lindt, cadbury or ghirardelli in that it tastes yummy and costs a pretty penny. each year the town of perugia hosts a chocolate festival where you can buy anything and everything so long as it contains chocolate. i got a chocolate panini complete with cocoa-laden salami and bread. words cannot describe the mayhem that was this festival. the entire downtown was closed off to traffic so that pedestrians could roam freely and eat their weight in chocolate. it was just surreal. the strada panoramica around the coast of porto san stefano lead us to a frightful knuckle whitening journey bordering both the sea and our own deaths. views were spectacular but so were our lives flashing before our eyes. if we weren't staring down a quarter mile into a watery abyss we were trying to maneuever a mercedez a class across dangerously rough terrain without getting stuck in no-man's land without any way to call for help other than honking at passing ships.castelina in chianti is a quaint little town to stop in and have a glass of its namesake, but interestingly enough the sr222, or chianti highway as it's affectionately known, on the way from siena to florence is lined with hookers. it's weird because the beautifully scenic drive is essentially desolate of people with the exception of a lone woman in tight fitting clothes and an ill fitting wig at every other pull-off. we passed.in assisi i saw the cathedral of st. francis. now i wasn't raised catholic so my knowledge of st. francis before this trip was limited to what i had learned about him at pike nursery. he's made of indoor outdoor resin and likes birds. i do know the story of how he had preached to birds and animals, but if you think about it televangelists across the country preach to flocks of mindless sheep everyday so what's the big deal.the cathedral, though gothic in style, had a more modern appearance than many in the country perhaps because it underwent major restoration after an earthquake in 1997. the patron saint of animals, birds and the environment is buried in a tomb that is accessible via a double staircase going down from the nave. we saw a monk on his knees praying while he extended one hand through the grating onto the tomb. upstairs a priest with a north american accent was giving mass in english. again we passed.all in all, italy was a country i had not been particularly crazy about visiting and yet i'm so glad i took the opportunity to go. i had assumed it would be like many other western european countries in that it has the major items on the checklist: cathedrals, castles, a famous bridge slash monument and pricey food and accomodations. indeed italy does have all those things, but there's something magical about the country in a way there isn't about many others. from the time of the etruscans to the romans to the early church there's just a vibrancy about the place. it's like its own mesopotamia for what we like to think of as the modern world.belgium is a country i've been to and won't necessarily feel the need to revisit. same goes for chile. they're fun places and all; i've just put a check mark by them and that's that. italy is a country i hope to go back to. this time elaine and i will take our kid. hopefully she won't want to climb that bell tower in siena. rarely have i ever felt so sick. chocolate panini on its second time around is not a pretty sight. posted by kevin at 8:11 pm 2 belly up to the bar links to this post    language lessons for travelling abroad in less than a week now my wife and i take off to italy. as with any international trip i try and learn a few key phrases before i go so that i don't come across as a dumbass to everyone under the tuscan sun. with a little practice anybody can learn to fake a few phrases well enough to get what he wants provided expectations are kept to a minimum. czech and hungarian were each a real doozie , but italian seemsto me to be less problematic.when i was teaching french i once had a band director come up to me and ask what tape series he could use to become fluent in spanish. i held back my guffaw but i did let him know that language learning wasn't something that generally takes place through audiocassettes. to a good listener the tapes can provide a sampling of what the individual phonemes of the language sound like, but that's about it. to someone who already has a vague idea what the language sounds like, i think phrase books are more useful, but even they are quite limited.the berlitz phrasebook i picked up for instance has translations for where is the passport control?; i'm here alone; and artificial sweetener. let's just take these three for example:no one really needs to know how to ask where passport control is. if you don't find passport control shortly after going through the customs line, passport control will most likely find you. that's if the country you're going to even cares that you've entered. on more than one occasion i've entered europe without going through passport control. one time passport control consisted of four kepi-wearing frogs who had their feet propped up on a table. three of them apparently just studied the travel fashion trends of american tourists while the fourth guy just kept waving us all through the corridor with his hand. if no one asks to stamp your passport, just enjoy living off the grid.the phrase about being here alone is found in the romance section of the book. i'm sure there are people who venture overseas and start a budding romance, but something tells me their language skills would be above that of phrasebook level. if not, i'd fear the romance i was starting was going to end with me waking up alone and penniless in some third-rate motel or worse yet a back alley. and then there'd be that lasting itch. yuck.artificial sweetener? don' get me wrong. i use artificial sweetener too. hell, i've already had cancer. what's the worst thats going to happen? but traveling abroad is a time to throw caution to the wind and leave some petty comfort slash obsessions at home. i'm sorry, but for me going to italy and asking for artificial sweetener is like going to italy and saying, "hey, do y'all have any grits?" until you get back home, let that shit go.here's what you need to know before going to a country where they speak another kind of talk. you won't likely be invited to join in on any conversations dealing with international politics or nuclear physics. you probably won't have too many conversations with locals period other than the short routine service-oriented discussions. so keep it simple.figure out how to say these things:hello (there's usually only about fourteen different ways to say this depending on time of day)thank you, sirthank you, ma'ampleasethose biggies will get you much further than you think because most americans won't even bother to learn those. you will stand out among your tennis shoe and sweatpant wearing comrades because you made an effort to be polite. politesse always goes a long way in europe because they frankly don't always expect it of americans,. of course the definition of polite varies from culture to culture but that's a whole 'nother issue.once you've got those phrases down you can pick up a phrasebook or look on the innerwebs to find out how to say the things you'll most likely want or need. here are a few suggestions:room, bed, and shower (that takes care of the hotel);water, wine list, menu, coke, diet coke (everything else will be listed on the menu once you get it)check please? (if you don't get this one down, just practice that fake scribbling on your hand -- as stupid as it looks this is an internationally recognized symbol.)other than a few other nouns that might come in handy, those are all you really need. you can always ask a question by saying the thing it is you want and tacking on please at the end. i'll be visiting the vatican so i'll probably also try and learn the street will flow with the blood of the nonbelievers. just kidding.passenger watch list, here i come.mbick said... first off, hello from a reader/lurker who has enjoyed your blog the past few weeks. i agree with you that learning the most basic phrases of a foreign language will put you great lengths ahead of most americans abroad.i have to say, though, that when i was visiting in rome and browsing a shop of sundries, the shopkeeper and i conducted our entire transaction of my purchase of a lighter with several nods and smiles. i think i probably was able to choke out italian "good morning" and "thank you." i treasure that lighter now more for the way we transacted our business that the lighter itself for function or beauty. 5:44 pm karen said... haven't you been on the watch list for, like, years now? 8:28 pm anonymous said... give the pope a shout out for those you are leaving in the bc to watch your baby!! 11:33 am posted by kevin at 7:57 pm 2 belly up to the bar links to this post    friday, october 12, 2007 nanaonwales screwed me over more on this later.labels: ebay, retaliatory feedback posted by kevin at 10:45 pm 1 belly up to the bar links to this post    monday, october 01, 2007 toddler speak: repeatedly saying the same thing twice again over and over parenting a toddler is no easy chore, and now that words have started to come out of little meryl's mouth, i find myself somehow devolving into a monosyllabic caveman whose vocabulary bank has been robbed. yesterday i dropped my wife off at the airport and the conversation in the car on the ride home with meryl went something like this:mama?mama's going out of town?mama?mom's getting on her plane, sweetie.dada?dad's driving.mama?mama's going to washington d.c.shoes?yep, you've got your shoes on.mama?going out of town.dada?driving.pizza?no pizza today.mama?plane.dada?dad's in the car.car?car.mama?plane.we went on like this for roughly twenty miles. we made a brief detour into little five points to eat lunch and walk around, partially so meryl could stretch her legs after being in a car seat for so long but mainly because i needed to break the monotony before being driven insane.we parked in a meter that thankfully still had time left from the previous parker who was obviously either more paranoid of being towed than i usually am or at least less cheap. i almost never put money in parking meters. for one thing, i don't carry change and secondly i'm a scofflaw.i learned the trick years ago from my driving instructor who came from the taggart driving school. he said that in the event i got a parking ticket i shouldn't pay it because it would only be $1o and if the city of atlanta had to ever track me down to get their money it would only increase to $25 and they weren't likely to go that route. the only parking ticket i ever got was in belgium so i don't know if the instructor's theory was correct or not. incidentally i didn't pay the ticket i got in belgium either.as i open the back car door, meryl says to me, "car?" and thus the conversation continued:yes, dad's getting you out of the car.shoes? yep, you've still got both shoes on.mama?mom's out of town now. we're going to eat lunch.[meryl makes a smacking sound to show me she understands lunch] pizza?no, we had pizza yesterday.pizza. no.that's right. no pizza.mama?no, mom is not here. it's just you and dad.little five points, one of atlanta's more esoteric and nouveau hippy neighborhoods, was just opening up about the time we pulled in. meryl and i tooled around and found ourselves hanging out among some heavily inked longhairs, one of whom had apparently just been to starbucks. the coffee drinker just looked so hypocritically dichotomous to me. who comes to a neighborhood as avant garde as little five points so they can order something so suburbanly vanilla as starbucks? oh well. who am i to judge?cup?yes, he's got a cup.hot?[at this point the local chimed in.] yeh, it's hot.shoes?yep, he's got shoes on.[again the guy humors meryl with a response.] yeh, they're flip-flops.someone with a key showed up and unlocked the door to a tattoo parlor slash tchotchke boutique and all the longhairs went in. even with all the tattoos they had between them, it hadn't occurred to me that they were artists themselves. come to think of it, it hadn't occurred to me any of them even had jobs. i'm judgmental that way. sue me.meryl and i walked around some more, ate lunch at a corner tavern where she subjected fellow diners to volume ten screams and happy squeals before moving to a secluded corner table in a back room. there she littered the floor with hummus, roasted asparagas, and goat cheese pita wrap.yes, i'm one of those parents who isn't afraid to take his kid into a place that doesn't generally cater to children, but i try and always leave extra generous gratuity to make up for the extra work a good server is willing to do. besides, if the restaurant has highchairs (and this one did), i take it to mean a baby's welcome.on the drive from little five points home meryl's mood started to dwindle. her talking turned into whining and eventually that tearless cry that denotes extreme discontent. as loud as it was, it was somewhat of a relief not to have to carry on a conversation about mom being out of town, me driving and meryl having both shoes on.just when i was about to carry her into her room and lay her in her crib she said, "pot." we are toilet training and this means she has to go to the potty.you wanna go sit on the potty?pot?ok, dad'll put you on the potty.mama?mom's at work. out of town. in washington. dad can put you on the potty. pot? yep, here we go. she successfully uses the potty and then looks at me with her arms up in the air. up? you want up? up. ok, dad'll get you up.another successful bathroom visit. as we flush she looks into the swirling water and waves.bye bye. bye bye. bye bye. posted by kevin at 2:13 pm 4 belly up to the bar links to this post    monday, september 24, 2007 project961.com i suppose since i watch a minimal amount of television and listen mainly to am radio that it should be acceptable for an fm station to try and target their advertising to me via a mailed postcard, but come on -- at least make it appealing to the reader. a local station is apparently running a promotion where they're giving away fully restored muscle cars to their listeners. huzzah!on the front of the postcard are three cars deemed "muscle cars" by the ad folks at atlanta's wkls 96.1. recognizable to me is the 60-something-model mustang, mainly because in college i dated a girl who drove one. she always complained about having to change the spark plugs. lucky for me she wasn't one of those chicks who expected her beau to be car-savvy. this may surprise some of you who know me, but my knowledge about automobiles extends only to cranking them and filling them up with gas. i don't know a sparkplug from a mucus plug.what gets me is the youngspeak language used on the card. get this:nothing says "guy card" like owning a fully restored american muscle car!what does it mean to be a "guy card" holder? isn't guy too broad of a term to merit cardship? it just sounds too much like saying "human card" or "omnivore card" to me. or am i wrong to assume by guy they mean male? here's another one:plus, we're hookin a brotha up for the fall race weekend at atlanta motor speedway.call it narrow minded on my part, but i think the term brotha should be reserved for men who have at least some degree of sub-saharan african ancestry. you know what else? i've never been to the atlanta motor speedway, but something tells me the aforementioned brothas aren't in high number at a venue known primarily for offering beer-swilling white guys a place to watch souped up racecars crash into each other. the postcard may as well say plus, we're hookin a brotha up with full hockey gear and two backstage passes to barry manilow. those folks at wkls 96.1 sure know how to help a brotha out, don't they?oh well. guess i have to cash in my guy card. posted by kevin at 2:30 pm 0 belly up to the bar links to this post    monday, september 17, 2007 county seat presents the philadelphia story at the aurora theater my feet are of clay. do you know it?or shall i say do you know what having feet of clay means? i didn't, so i axed the google.having feet of clay means to have some weakness that your admirers weren't aware of before but have only recently come to discover. one innerweb reference sites james joyce, that dead irishman, as the source but i think somehow the expression dates back to the bible. i don't know for sure that it came from the bible. i'm just guessing. hell, i went to public school.i don't get to say the line; the lead actress does. lead actresses get all the best lines but the question is: who gets the girl in the end? i know already.so there!another favorite line of mine is you! all of you! and your damned sophisticated ideas! i know this sounds a bit antiquated, but the play takes place in the post-depression thirties. why don't people talk like this anymore? hell, i don't know. i went to public school.come to think of it, i'm 35 and my 20s were a nightmare. am i in my post-depression thirties?anyway, back at the ranch . . .community theater is like a drug for me. i know when i sign up to be in a show that i really shouldn't take the time and energy away from my family, but somehow the altered state of consciousness known as the stage beckons to me in an impelling voice that somehow can't be ignored. so i take that first hit, enjoy that momentary euphoria felt while on stage, and then i crash and burn when it's time to take down the set at the end of a run.i can't very well knock community theater though. i met my wife that way. and as far as lead actresses go, she's the tops. the absolute tops, my dear.more theatrical banter from me -- sorry.for those unfamiliar with community theater, let me briefly summarize. a bunch of people come together to prance around on stage pretending to be people they're not. they do this for no reward other than the intrinsic value of escaping reality even if only for a few stolen hours of a few tuesday and thursday evenings. almost always, there's some egotistic jamoke of mediocre talent who shows up and gets a part.in our production, that someone is me. i will continue to belt out my lines and hog the spotlight for as long as they'll have me. my view on acting is summed up thusly:blah blah blah my line blah blah blah my line blah blah blah my linethat's what real life's really about, isn't it? what is it shakespeare said?all the world's a stage,and all the men and women merely playerswho can't remember their lines.okay, now i'm just projecting, but you get the idea.in case you were wondering, our little gem of a show runs thursday, friday and saturday evenings at 8:00 pm from sept 20th through the 29th and at 2:30 pm on sundays sept 23rd and 30th. tickets can be purchased by clicking hither. yes, you'll have to register if you don't already have an online presence with the aurora theater in lawrenceville, ga but that's just one of those cyber hoops we have to occasionally jump through. ya dig? alternatively you can give them a ring at 770-476-7926 .furthermore, i realize that the aurora (like many other theatrical groups out there) likes to refer to themselves as a "theatre" with an r-e as opposed to an e-r, but guess what?i don't roll that way.so booyah!my feet are of clay. do you know it?labels: theater posted by kevin at 11:42 pm 1 belly up to the bar links to this post    thursday, september 06, 2007 zoo atlanta panda turns one; human baby not amused. meryl and i went to her first marsupial birthday party today. oh, sure, she's been to a human birthday party, but today was the day that atlanta-born panda, mei lan, celebrated her first trip around the sun at our zoo. there was much ado.the guest list included such dignitaries as atlanta mayor shirley franklin, georgia's lieutenant governor, and various muckety mucks from delta airlines, the city of chengdu in china and zoo atlanta.to make a long story short, meryl, who recently turned sixteen months old herself, started to break down shortly after we got to the event. to her defense, i must say the party's opening ceremonies were anything but kid friendly. i basically spent thirty minutes trying to hold a struggling baby while listening to some suits from far and wide drone on about chinese-american relations, direct flights from atlanta to china and whatnot.to paraphrase it went something like this:mei lan's parents came to us from china applause applause applause it is important that atlanta maintain good relations with the chinese applause applause applause the panda is a symbol of peace applause applause applause.when the vice mayor of chengdu finished speaking in his native mandarin i thought it only polite to applaud for him as well. i was one of the few. then his interpreter went up to the mic and translated into english what he had said. i forget her exact words but it was something about the research center and artificial insemination. i felt kinda dumb having applauded but hey, who doesn't like panda husbandry?the line of vacant strollers outside the tent had led me to believe that taking one inside would be frowned upon. again, i was in the minority with my assumption. for every stroller left outside there were three or four inside. only, the strollers inside were occupied by sippy-cup wielding panda seekers, some of whom had already started to cry.when i tired of trying to hold a baby that obviously didn't want to be held, i made a brief retreat outside in order to reclaim our stroller. meryl refused to be strapped in, so i held one handle while she pushed the thing around in circles. this game entertained her for a few short minutes until she ran into an important looking chinese guy in a designer suit and man purse. he quickly braced her so as not to let her fall backwards and then smiled at me. meryl did not feel the love however and shrieked at him, i imagine, simply for being in her way. i said thank you in chinese, one of the few expressions i know and whisked her and the stroller away.some kids and parents had made their way to a second tent where birthday cake was to be served. meryl and i headed there but found the crowd to be too close-knit and not conducive to a now overly-tired baby with a bad case of stroller rage. so instead i let her push the stroller around the zoo.i tried to point out a small-clawed otter but she paid it no mind. a kimodo dragon also proved to be no competition for pushing a stroller along the pavement. not even an elephant phased her.then she fell. this is when all baby hell broke loose.meryl starts to get clumsy when she gets tired. when she falls this only aggravates the crankiness. after righting her and trying again to put her in the stroller i ended up just standing under the awning of the tiger exhibit and watched as she screamed. it wasn't her hurt scream either. it was just the scream she uses when she tries to get the attention of anyone around. we are still trying to decipher her toddler babble but i think in her blood curdling voice she was shouting something like everyone please look at my inept father!oh, the joys of parenthood.i finally hog tied my kid into the stroller and quickly tried to find the exit. never in my life have i wanted to leave a zoo faster than i did today. to add to my frustration, i could not find the way out for anything, so i just pushed a screaming baby through the serpentine maze we call the zoo while captive animal after captive animal retreated to their respective hidey holes to get away from the piercing noise. it was bad. i briefly pictured my daughter being raised by a nice leopard family.the only thing that calmed meryl down was the rhythm of street musicians outside the zoo in grant park. i briefly pictured my daughter being raised by a nice couple of bongo-playing rastafareans.i'm only joking.they could have been episcopalian for all i know.when we encountered a man playing blues on the guitar meryl stopped crying for a moment and looked up at him as though to say i feel your pain. when he finished one song i thanked him and explained that she too had been singing the blues ever since we left the zoo."i'll play a little somethin' nice for her," he said before strumming a few chords.meryl started crying again so i thanked the musician again and pushed meryl quickly to the car. as i was strapping her into the seat i could still here him singing summertime and the livin' is easy.we never did see any panda, much less birthday cake.oh well.happy birthday, mei lan.labels: mei lan, pandas, zoo atlanta posted by kevin at 2:37 pm 2 belly up to the bar links to this post    about me name: kevin location: lawrenceville, georgia, united states recently decided to overcome my disdain for people who do not use capital letters while typing. next comes the elimination of all punctuation. view my complete profile recent posts reading is fundamental rome and tuscany: an outsider's perspective language lessons for travelling abroad nanaonwales screwed me over toddler speak: repeatedly saying the same thing tw... project961.com county seat presents the philadelphia story at the... zoo atlanta panda turns one; human baby not amused... my destiny just isn't meant to be all nations restaurant and caribbean www.flickr.com this is a flickr badge showing public photos from cocktailswithkevin. make your own badge 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