stuff like this makes me wish they put prozac in our water

The Alabama Slama sent this link to me today. It's a joke, right? Right?

going out gonzo

The father of gonzo journalism, Hunter Thompson, died today, leaving this world much in the same manner in which he had inhabited it: with a large bang.

I might need to go out and rent Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas tomorrow...

cultural matters

The Phillips Collection is having a reception for the opening of their new Modigliani exhibit next Saturday, February 26th. $40 for individuals and $75 for couples. Open bar and hors d'oeuvres. Who wants to go?

180 degrees

Tapas. Sangria. White riojas and jerez. These things make. me. intensely. happy. Even more so when I can share them with wonderful friends like Bunsy and Multi. You two give me hope. You also make me want to frow up. In a good way. I totally love you guys and promise to come return from NYC with a much better attitude.

On top of that, I have this AMAZING new blog design that I owe completely to Chewy at Watermelon Memories. Chewy, you have made my week 100 times better and you've now made a firm friend. Seriously. Bring yourself and the babe out to visit. I'll make you that lemon poundcake and TMS will make her fantastic Greek salad. Maybe Bunnykins will make his lasagne (which I've yet to taste).

Anyways, I hope everyone has a good weekend. Wish me luck with the Chinatown bus.

i'm not ALL about the boobies...

Compared to many, I've got it pretty easy. Great family, great friends, great job, roof over my head, nice entertainment budget... But it has been a trying week.

First, there was the control-freak/ex-girlfriend-stalker that I went out with last Friday. Done. Stick a fork in him. Then there was the the excessively drunk man who would not take no for an answer at 4 am at Casa de Bunny (to clarify, NOT a friend of Bunny's) last weekend. Finally, last night, there was the Stick-In-The-Mud who made it clear that I was not thin enough for him. SITM was wearing a tie chain, mind you, and I wouldn't have gone out with him again even if it had been between him and Mr. Stalker.

So, I find myself at a point where, even though I'm so excited for a couple of my friends and their newfound happiness, I cannot bear their demonstrative affection right now. Knowwhatimean? It feels petty to me, and this makes me feel worse. I alternate between mirth and dejection. At least I'm only dejected half of the time.

In addition to my marathon of frog-kissing, I have to go to court tomorrow as a part of the US Gov't's proceedings against the idiot who tried to steal my purse last October. I have every faith that he will be sentenced to 30 days in jail and then released to steal other and better handbags.

Grrrrr...

I think it is time for some cocktail/retail therapy with my New York posse. And to see the Gates exhibit in Central Park. TAS and Freck: get ready.

addendum to the boobs post - more things we've got going for us

TAS wisely (and tipsily) adds, "At least we haven't got our asses knocked up."

So true, TAS. I think it might be against the Rockstar code. Will be checking with my sensei, The Bunny, for confirmation.

i like my boobs

Really. I really really like my boobs. The Alabama Slama says it best when she says, "They don't sag." So at least I've got that going for me.

Has everyone seen The Bunny's Ode to Steve Perry? Go. Go and find your inner Steve.

my greatest x

A la The Bunny's latest missive (I'm such a friggin' follower):

The Best Wine I've Ever Drank Straight From the Bottle: I don't think I've ever had wine directly from the bottle. But there was this bottle of 1987 Renaissance Winery Cabernet Sauvignon (that was discovered on Congressional Staffer/Air Force boondoggle)...

The Best Comfort Food I've Ever Had: It's a tie between mashed potatoes with gravy and Milka chocolate bars.

The Best Temperature I've Ever Felt: Washington DC on a crisp Autumn day - somewhere in the 50's with no humidity. The leaves have all changed but are mostly clinging to their branches still and the sky seems like it's never been so blue.

The Best Rock Concert I've Ever Attended: Was the Rolling Stones Steel Wheels tour in 1989 during my first semester at Clemson. The worst was the Guns n Roses concert where the crowd rioted after Axel had a little shitfit about a fan having a camera and refused to return to the stage. I took my little sister and one of her high school classmates to that concert, and it was a tad scary.

The Best Beer I've Ever Had: Can I substitute ale for beer? If so, I pick the cassis lambic that I had on Friday night (during an outstanding first date).

The Best Snack Food I've Ever Had: Okay. I've never had a consistent favorite. But during high school, when I was thin and could eat anything I damn well wanted, I loved frozen Snickers bars.

The Best Bullshit Excuse For Not Calling Me I've Ever Heard: Can't recall. If I'm the one not doing the calling, I usually throw out the good ole, "I have no excuse; I'm such a bad friend." This generally elicits the good ole, "You're not a bad friend!" Just another example of how the truth is almost always the best route.

these are a few of my latest favorite things

I do the majority of my dvd renting in winter. The winners so far include:

Monsoon Wedding - a very non-Bollywood Indian movie. Quite adorable and sexy. Suitable for Valentine's Day.

Saved! - Brilliantly funny. Slightly poignant. Ya down wit' G-O-D?
Cassandra: There's only one reason Christian girls comes down to the Planned Parenthood. Roland: She's planting a pipe bomb?
Cassandra: Okay, two reasons.

Music:

Scissor Sisters - Take Your Mama is just the fluffy icing atop the chocolatey disco-punk goodness that is their album.

Low will be playing at the Black Cat on Monday, and I'm hearing all sorts of great things. Who wants to go?

Books since Christmas:

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides - I liked Middlesex better, but this one was a pageturner. Now I need to rent it.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel - Amazing. It won the Man Booker Prize. Read it.

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris - I love his stuff. Very funny and awkward.

Don't Even Think About It and Single White Female by Lauren Henderson - I got both of these for Christmas from The Brooklyn Freckler as she knows the author. Henderson's My Lurid Past is still my favorite.

Overheard:

"I have a strong desire for revenge." - TMS

"I will not be tolerated and I will not be plotted against!"
"I detest cheap sentiment."
..."barroom-benzadrine standards..." - Bette Davis in All About Eve.

And lastly, I am very keen about my Bionaire humidifier.