the big...draw

i get that a draw is good for the american team...but didn't the big game seem just a little anti-climactic without an out and out winner?

i watched the game with a few friends...it was a spirited time, especially for the brit:

anthony, rich, mark.

zovig, teresa, anna, little miss vittoria, and me, trying to represent, in the red, white and blue.

i almost felt a little sorry for rich, the biggest football fan i know, having to watch the big game outnumbered by a bunch of girls. and a baby. a girl baby, at that. i let slip the observation, "our team is cute." "oh great, yeah," said he.

but rich and t have a gigundo TV--there'd be no better true viewing opportunity at a bar. and at least in the comfort of his own home, he was completely free to stand and swear. and did he ever.

good times, good times.

pimms no 1 + lemonade+ mint+ cucumber = surprisingly yummy.

i'm going to have to make some of these at home once wimbledon starts next week...

anthony brought this glorious brooklyn blackout cake, from ladybird bakery....

i brought the smores. i tried to brit it up a bit for our host by using cadbury chocolate...