Somehow the lusty month of May slipped through our fingers, proving rather disappointing weather-wise (hello holy hail and upstate tornado) but somehow catching up as only Mother Nature can do. Cooler temps meant that spring had a slow start, which I don’t mind as long as we get it back in the fall. There’s never a guarantee on that. Rather than restrict this post to one week, we’ll encapsulate the last month, since I’m not quite ready give up the magnificence that was May.
May is for Mothers, and Mother’s Day, so I took mine to Broadway. Our annual theater trip was back and better than ever (with a surprise or two, and a walk in Central Park) thanks to productions of ‘Mothers & Sons,’ ‘The Bridges of Madison County,’ and ‘Hedwig & the Angry Inch.’
The lilacs returned, in all their fragrant glory.
Dance. Just dance.
There were sad days as well, as we lost a dear friend.
OMFG.
Love is a hotel room. (Even with a broccoli rampage.)
Preparation for The Party of the Season began – did you get your tickets yet?
The Men of the Met Gala. White bow ties indeed.
Smells like Tom Ford. And Hermes.
Though temperatures here in upstate NY stayed relatively on the low side, that didn’t stop several male celebrities from getting shirtless (or one sexy female from taking off her clothes as well.)
The gardens were late, in this case quite literally.
Madonna was stirring, as was her nipple. It’s that time of the year.
Tom Daley got a wet rub-down in his skimpy underwear.
The sexiest battle of the century: Ben Cohen vs. David Beckham.
Our ‘Profile of a Straight Ally‘ series returned, with one of the gentlemen who inspired it: Hudson Taylor.
Finally, May has always been about Ogunquit. This year proved no different, with a relaxing trip that found new Ports(mouth) of call, old and dear friends, and lots of pretty flowers. A new notebook and an old path neatly bookended the adventure.
