this made me laugh and laugh

flex: I might be dragging you.

---------

Greetings class of 1999,



What's going on? What it is? What the haps? What the dill-E-yo?



We've been discussing it, and we feel that it has been far too long since any of us has partied like its 1999. Now, don't be alarmed, this isn't quite our reunion yet. We're not that old, thank god, we still have a few years to go for that, but this year we're celebrating (high school's) 50 th anniversary. Many of you might have already heard about the anniversary, but the registration deadline is fast approaching, so we wanted to encourage everyone to take the 2 minutes, register for the festivities, and make their arrangements to celebrate (high school's) 50 th Anniversary back in warmth and safety of our alma mater.

We will be holding our own mini-class reunion at 7:00 PM that Friday evening October 20th, at our favorite old lunch spot, Vincent's in the Waldbaum's shopping center at 1004 Willis Avenue. After Vincent's, we will all head over to a local bar of choice.

--------

my response: YEAH FUCKING RIGHT.

ew, i haven't thought of these people in a long time. bar on long island = EXACTLY how i'd want to spend my night.

an ethical challenge

so i interviewed a few prospective interns today. one of them was a girl with a wonky eye. and i'm not talking paris hilton bad, i'm talking like, looking in two directions bad. on top of this, her hands were shaking violently, as was her voice. i'm not that scary! i felt uncomfortable looking at her... i guess she would do an ok job, but...

major pet peeves

when i am standing in front of the elevator, clearly waiting for it, and someone comes up and pushes the elevator button. why thank you, i was just standing here admiring the paint job.

lateness - people who are perpetually and chronicly late. my mother is one of them, so when i was little, i was always 15-20 minutes late, if not more, to everything. this included my 6 year birthday party. i dreaded walking through the door and having all eyes on me, which is pretty much a shy kid's worst nightmare. now people who are late, are they not implying that their time is more important than yours, and it is no big deal if you're left waiting around, wasting time? i think it's rude.

ps, i'm 90% sure i saw the killers outside their hotel last night. brandon is tiny, and waved at us twice. so cute.

blessed be

my noise cancelling headphones. they've saved me, probably more times than i'm aware of, from hearing the filth that comes out of boys' mouths on the street. i wish i could be 100% unaware of it, but today i saw a fucktwat's shadow turning to gawk at my retreating ass. anyway, sunnies and headphones are the best defense to this bullshit that i have found. please let me know if you've discovered something better. i will crack soon.

ahem

am i the biggest dork ever for thinking this is a brilliant fucking product?

so this was one of the "shots" i had.



apparently, the bartender didn't know what the fuck he was doing and this was the result for a baby guinness shot request. i got a baby guinness drink, which was at least 3 shots big. you can see totally see the line where i began drinking too. i burped the next day and tasted baileys. thanks to everyone who made it out!

note. to. self.

try not to leave the meeting time off of email invites.

also a good idea: refraining from sending email invites out whilst slightly intoxicated.

oh yeah, i saw the klaxons last night. not sure if it was just me, but the sound was just one big mush. i couldn't really differentiate the instruments at all. i dunno...

hot for teacher

ryan gosling in half nelson... can we say hot damn? yes, i think we can. i'd always thought rachel mcadams was getting the short end of the stick. good movie, too.

garlic/onion soy crisps are oddly good in an ultra artificial salty goodness way!

wait, where'd my buzz go?

HINT HINT
Jam Donut recipe


Ingredients
Scale ingredients to servings

2/3 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1/3 oz Chambord® raspberry liqueur
1 tsp sugar syrup
2 pinches sugar

Directions of recipe >>
Coat the rim of a shot glass with sugar using sugar syrup to stick. Add the Chambord raspberry liqueur to the shot glass, and carefully layer the Bailey's Irish Cream on top. Serve.

[thanks dan]

birthday dilemma

where to hold the festivities? this is the age old problem. it has to be large enough, not too loud, have decent prices, and most importantly, not be yuppified. which is a tall order for manhattan on the weekend. i would totally do it in brooklyn, but that would make it difficult for most of my friends. i could have it the same place as last year, but that's kind of boring. what to do, what to do. this is when i want a boyfriend, to take of this for me. also to open jars, kill bugs...

hiiiii

brooklynvegan readers. how ya doing? i almost choked on my breakfast this morning when i saw all the hits coming in.

chicago.

i think i would move here if it didn't get so cold. the lack of pretension is a breath of fresh air.

i will elaborate. i went to the touch & go block party last weekend. the show was sandwiched between two very rough days. friday, 20 minutes after getting into o'hare, n called me to say that k had lost the fucking ticket i was going to buy off her. the show was sold out. djfdkrie. ok, so i go to the hotel and settle myself into their swank computer room and do some work on craigslist. i get a response from a guy selling a pass for $15 above face value. fine. i book ass over to his office in a cab, seeing more of chicago than i really wanted to. at the show later on, a, the friend whose place we were staying at later on, said she had k's ticket all along. more sdjfhfjSryhuwe.

the show itself though, gets a logistical double thumbs-up from me. two stages on opposite sides of a large parking lot, making it easy for people to get from one side to the other for the bands. lots of portapotties (with sanitizer!), $1 water, GOOD beer for $4 (none of that bud/heineken shit in sight)... i wish siren fest could be more like this. the weather on friday night was perfect, couldn't have been nicer. we heard, all in all, girls against boys, ted leo, didjits, negative approach, scrath acid, man... or astroman?, big black, shellac, seam, brick layer cake, black heart procession, and cocorosie. the only bands we saw were !!!, pinback, and calexico. the nice weather did not hold up, and i was freezing my ass off on saturday and sunday. i looked longingly at leg warmers and down vests. i was wearing 2 hoodies and a thick scarf, and was still shivering. i think i'll have me a nice cold right in time for my birthday. excellent. saturday we had dinner with an indie rock legend and his supernice wife, went show/bar-hopping, and ended up at a diner in the early morning hours. there was a line for a table, and an off-duty copper with gun doing security. there was a b-c list actor.. someone help me out here iding him. always plays a bad guy/asshole, blue eyes, very curly brown hair with a high hairline. anyone??? anyway, he was at the diner with two far more attractive females. ah, fame.

other stuff i like about chicago: people are really sososo much nicer. and we went to a bar on saturday night and it wasn't overrun by yuppies. yes, you read that right! the yuppie contingent was under control! cheap beer. and hey, did i mention cute boys with no attitude?? i'm becoming more and more disenchanted with the bullshit that comes with ny.

it was quite an experience on very little sleep... so on monday, as i'm walking to get on the train to get to o'hare while it's still dark outside, i get a call from united that my flight's been cancelled (no explanation) and i'll get to cool my heels at o'hare for an extra hour. more fuck you, united. when i look in my wallet for my id, i realize my debit card is missing. i left it in the atm on sunday - by far the dumbest thing i've done in a LONG time. i call to cancel the card, and find out someone has made a fraudulent charge. fantastic. so there it is, chicago wrapped up in a little bow.

last night i went to see ratatat. as they started playing, a threesome of those obnoxious people who shove their way forward at the last minute shoved their way in my way. a tall guy parked himself right in front of me. i tapped his shoulder, intending to ask him to move. before i could say anything, mre shoved him. it was really too funny. mre, i love you for doing that.

mike stroud is trying out the caveman look to try to disguise how hot he is. it almost works too. i've never seen someone balance their guitar on their hipbone quite like that.

unfortunately heard: DUDE, BRAHHHH, THIS SHIT IS TIGHT. I LIKE THIS CLUB (bowery ballroom).

sweet jesus.

haista vittu

is a finnish saying i'm very fond of. it means, 'smell a cunt.' to be used interchangably with fuck, or fuck you. (right, stella?) so!
haista vittu, united, for making my life so difficult. you suck.
haista vittu, to my life. please stop sucking so much.

as an aside

i am happy as a pig in shit watching the amazing mens action at the us open this year! yay tennis!

the night of reality tv stars

last night, i tried to go to what was supposed to be a good indie night. however, when we got there, we saw a massive crowd trying to get in. normally, when i see a crowd and a velvet rope, i leave immediately and go somewhere less sceney. but for some reason, we stayed last night and tried to get in for awhile. the crowd scared me. these were people who go to swishy places, and waiting to get in was nothing new to them. there was this bizarre desperation to get in. behold a crowd, inside must be great, we must get in or die trying! i heard eurotrash accents, long island accents, lots of for a lack of better words, posers. obnoxious preppies shoved their way self-importantly to the front, only to be told they were rude and not getting in. (ohmygod! but his collar is popped at the exact right angle!) sprinkled throughout the crowd were indie types who looked as baffled as we felt by the rush of people. why the fuck were these asstards invading our night? a pit of nausea spread from my stomach and i got over it pretty quick. as we stood around trying to decide where to go, daniel v sauntered past. daniel v! i ADORE daniel v! that kind of made the ridiculousness worth it.

we found our way to a less obnoxious place and molly sue from next top model cycle who knows what sat next to us. it was somewhat funny.

pieces of the people we love

my analysis of the new rapture cd is as follows:
tracks 1-6 - absolutely killer
tracks 7,8, and 10 - disappointing filler
track 9 - ok

i'm thinking that the first halfs' fucking amazingness outweighs the last half of the cd.