...serving up your daily dish.
He played football at Montclair High School. She played tennis. They traveled in different circles and never even thought about going out. Then years later, at a class reunion, Christina Joseph and William Robinson III met again. The story of the Montclair couple's slow but steady courtship -- which started after she turned down nine dinner invitations but finally accepted an invitation to breakfast at Bluestone Coffee -- is over at the New York Times website. You have to register to see it, but it's free.
May 7, 2006 in Buzz | Permalink
This is a very sweet story.
Posted by: appletony | May 7, 2006 8:44:55 PM
am i the only one or there others who wished that paulie walnuts has a tumor the size of a watermelon? he's a friggin prick, if ya know what i mean
Posted by: Iceman | May 7, 2006 10:07:38 PM
No, Ice, I don't wish that on Paulie.
But I do wish that you keep your Soprano comments to yourself until at least the next day, not seven minutes after the episode is over, so people who haven't watched the episode yet don't learn anything they don't want to. Thanks.
Posted by: The Bird | May 7, 2006 10:42:26 PM
Sorry, Bird, the rule is you gotta watch it when it first airs, or be prepared for "spoilers" everywhere you turn.
Posted by: latebloomer | May 7, 2006 11:05:13 PM
yeah, i feel your pain. i will try to put a 'spoiler alert' before i post. but like latebloomer says it's hard not to hear or read a spoiler the next day or two.
Posted by: Iceman | May 8, 2006 6:58:53 AM
See, I told you the coffee at Bluestone is the best...
Posted by: Jon Bonesteel | May 8, 2006 7:26:28 AM
SPOILER FOR SOPRANO'S********************
I wish Paulie a few things but I am trying to break an addiction to them....how many episodes do we have left?? This so sucks to lose my every reason for loving Sunday nights. As for American Idol (now you know my 2 weaknesses.....actually T and the biys have always come first)....who flies this week? One of you out there has a family pool and called it correctly last week....now who? Methinks it has got to be Elliot or Taylor and what a damn shame. Paula's gonna bawl.
Posted by: DiPoz | May 8, 2006 8:47:07 AM
It was me, DiPoz...with the family pool. Hmmm, tough call. Both my BF & I picked Taylor to go last week and we were wrong (he, in my opinion, had the weakest performance). I really find him annoying. He dances as if he's having an epileptic fit. Well, we'll see what happens after *Elvis week* (the King must be turning over in his grave right now).
I think Chris is gonna win, though, no matter what happens.
Posted by: Miss Martta | May 8, 2006 8:54:25 AM
BTW, I think I saw Soprano Sue last night, just as she said we might! (It's on her web site). She was looking at T-shirts at the Italian festival.
Posted by: Miss Martta | May 8, 2006 8:56:14 AM
Yes, Martta, that was her!
Posted by: The Barista | May 8, 2006 9:25:38 AM
OK you guys, who is "Soprano Sue" and where is her web site?
Posted by: Byron | May 8, 2006 9:59:52 AM
Some say "awwww..." to this kind of thing. Others might aptly term it, as a very witty essay on Slate just did, "the gentrification of exhibitionism."
Posted by: cathar | May 8, 2006 1:58:31 PM