Friday, September 30, 2005
I remember all of JR's
I remember being at an EMPTY Green Lantern
I remember leaving the GL and it was completely packed
I remember waking up across the river (shock horror!!)
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Washington Post Article
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Since Bernie always gets mad at me for not giving him track lists for my CD's. Here is the track list for Dance Floor Under Construction 3am. Granted he doesn't have a copy yet, but don't worry girl, it's coming.
PS. Yes I realize some of the songs on there are a bit old (Hide U is circa 2001) but that's the point. There are some oldies but goodies and some new stuff as well.
Monday, September 26, 2005
The trip didn't get off to suck a great start. I was supposed to leave thursday night (at 955) but as I was getting ready to leave work I got a text message from United, "plane departs 1030." Hmmm, delayed a half hour, that's not so bad. then I got another one "plane departs 1100." OK that's a bit worse. I decided to call and the conversations went like this:
Me: Hi, I'm booked on delayed flight xxx from IAD-OAK, I see online that the delay is due to a late arriving aircraft. Has the plane even left the place it's coming from.
Agent: Ummm....let me check *tap tap tap* ummm....no.
Me: Since I have no desire to trek all the way out to Dulles only to have the flight cancelled on me. Can you put me on a flight tomorrow morning.
Agent: Sure. No problem
Great, so I'm scheduled for 8 the next morning. Now most smart people would take this extra time and maybe eat a nice meal and go home and go to bed. Not me. I of course called Chuck to see which bar I should meet him at. Three shirtless-men-drink-free drinks later I was WASTED. So of course I don't wake up until 7. Run out of Chuck's apartment (forgotting to reset his alarms or lock the door) and haul ass to the airport. Knowing full well I'll never get there in 20 mins I called again and got rebooked for a flight at 845 (I heart United). Now picture this: Still drunk me literally running through the airport, carry on over my head, knocking people out of the way trying to get to my flight. I made my flight *phew* and managed to get home to SF relatively on time. I'd normally bitch about how the person next to me smelled like 3 day old tuna casserole, but I probably smelled like a bottle of Zelko so who am I to say.
The rest of the trip was awesome. Nick and I both crashed on friday at like 930. We were gonna try and go out but it just didn't happen. On Saturday we drove up to Napa and went to some wineries. Ok, winery. We stopped at a mall for some sun glasses and two hours, two pairs of jeans, and two button-ups later we finally get back on the road- with only enough time for the Mondavi winery. Still it was nice.
On Saturday night we took a whirlwind tour of SF gay bars. Some highlights:
- Rapunzel and his polyester suit at Mix asking if we had some ganja (duh, I only do uppers).
- Way too many ugly lesbians at The Cafe
- Long Islands at Daddy's (it was only downhill from there)
- Reggae at The Endup (now if we had been smart, we would have noticed the sign that said, "Raggae until 5am" and turned around and left.
- Two redbulls and two hours with Manny Lehman at Mezzanine (remarkably, sans said uppers).
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Here's the story from the Washington Post. They have a video of the landing as well, which you should really watch. And then you'll see what I'm talking about.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
drum roll please..................
David Hasselhoff. OMG I'm so gonna be the first to buy it!!!
I really hope you all know I'm joking. Although, Bernie, you like rap don't you?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
When venturing outside of campus (ie. Adams Morgan) normal rules of fashion apply. This means that you are not allowed to wear Mary Kate sunglasses, spend an hour doing hair and makeup, attach Prada bag, all to put on a pair of white terry cloth sweatpants and flip flops. Now I realize that it was sunday
P.S. If you are going to wear white sweatpants as if they are normal pants, than normal Labor Day rules apply.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
I remember going to JR's at 630ish
I remember leaving JR's and going to the GL
I remember dropping my bag off at work
I remember Chuck disappearing with an unnamed gentleman
Thursday, September 15, 2005
The other big news item, the U.S. House of Representatives approved an ammendment that would expand federal hate crimes laws to included sexual orientation. This is something that gay rights organizations have been pursuing for years, and which as repeatedly been passed by the Senate but failed in the House. The ammendment passed on a 223-199 vote and was attached to the Children's Safety Act. Joe Solomonese, President of the Human Rigthts Campaign called the vote "incredibly historic."
You come north looking for a masterpiece -- or, at the very least, a movie to shake you out of your doldrums and punch you straight in the gut. At this year's Toronto Film Festival, you didn't have to wait long to find one.
Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain, an adaptation of a short story by Annie Proulx set to hit theaters in December, is the director's best work since The Ice Storm-- quite possibly his best work period. It tells the story of two young ranch hands (Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger) who fall in love while working together in Wyoming in the early 1960s. For the next two decades, they carry on a fervent but utterly impossible long-distance romance, trying to keep their passions hidden from their wives. The movie is cut from the same cloth as Brief Encounter or An Affair To Remember, an inconsolably sad drama about two lovers driven apart by circumstance. But Lee has never displayed such raw emotion and power; this movie is a fierce howl of anguish from a director who all too often drowns in his own propriety.
Brokeback Mountain screened here Friday, and it instantly became the most-buzzed-about title of the festival. The feeling seems to be that Lee and the shockingly good Heath Ledger are locks for Oscar nominations. (Over the weekend, it also won the top prize at the Venice Film Festival.) But as Lee's fortunes soared, another brand-name director found his crashing and burning...
PS. If you haven't seen Ice Storm (referenced above) I HIGHLY recommend it. It's one of those movies that, when it ends, you just kinda sit there with your jaw open.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Anyway, as promised, here are my answers to the quiz thingie:
7 Things I plan to do before I die:
- Learn to spin vinyl
- Visit all 7 continents. 3 down, 4 to go
- Live in London (again)
- Pay off my student loans (maybe)
- Marry the man of my dreams (super sappy, I know)
- Learn to be much more patient with my mother
- See Fred Phelps get accused of having gay sex, with real pictures to prove it
- Fall in love easily, maybe too easily?
- Give someone a second (or third) chance
- Recall way too many three letter airport codes
- Get wiggedy wasted (as Chuck likes to say)
- Eat a double quarter pounder meal (large) in under two minutes
- Appreciate good music
- Read a copy of The Economist cover to cover without getting maddeningly bored
- Speak naturally with a British accent (but oh how I wish I could. British accents make me wet)
- Say no to a slice of cheesecake
- Abide people with no ambition
- Fault Jessica Simpson for marrying Nick Lachey
- Resist the urge to buy cheap plane tickets to far flung destinations
- Contemplate having sex with a woman
- Gain weight, no matter how hard I try (see number 5 above)
- Sense of humor (preferably witty and sarcastic)
- Ability to hold an intelligent conversation
for longer than 5 minutesat all
- Self confidence, but not arrogance.
- Short and well built
- The ability to get on a dance floor and dance like no one is watching
- Tall and well built
- HOT (Paris Hilton I hate you!)
- That doesn't sound pleasant
- I'm SO over it (or, like the girl from Rich Kids Cattle Drive: OV-ER-IT. Over it!)
- It happens, what are ya gonna do?
- Paul Walker
- Chris Evans
- Tom Stephan
- Jonathan Rhys-Meyers
- Nick Lachey
- Anderson Cooper
- Christian Bale
- Chuck (most likely)
- Jason (least likely)
- Rachel (if I can figure out what her link is)
Monday, September 12, 2005
Girl, you know I wouldn't be caught dead on JetBlue. Do I look like I'm trailer trash? Of course I flew United, the flight was practically empty. Had a whole row to myself. And besides, unlike you, I haven't made my status for next year yet (well ok, I'm past Premier. But is that really status?).
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Now if you know me, cleaning is definitely not one of my favorite activities. But me being drunk, and assuming that there was no way in hell I'd be able to get a cheap ticket one day in advance, agreed to fly out and help my mom if she'd pay for the ticket and it was less than $300. So on friday morning, only slightly hungover, I went online. Much to my chagrin (sort of, I really do want to help, just hate packing) sure enough I found a ticket for $270, not only that but the flight left in less than 12 hours. So here I am, out in beautiful sunny California, helping my mom pack. Am taking the red-eye back monday night and will be in town tuesday morning. For those of you that don't know: Red-Eye=Grumpy/Hateful Chris on Tuesday.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Kate: So, do you think he's cute?
Me: meh. He's kinda cute. In a "I'm a 19 year old boy" kinda way. But not in a "let me lick your rippling muscles" kinda way.
Let me lick your rippling muscles? Who says that?
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
PS. And for details check out Kiat's blog. He describes it much better than I could :-)
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Monday, September 05, 2005
Winter forecast: Get shovels ready
I'm not looking forward to the winter at all.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
And somewhat related. I'm a little appaled at what seems to be a serious lack of planning for the recovery effort. They thought a Catagory 5 hurricane was going to strike. The most devastating there is, with the mayor of New Orleans predicting widespread flooding. Shouldn't there have been more people/supplies/military help in place?
"Excuse me sir" she says. "But can I have a cigarette?"
"Sorry," I say, "But I left them upstairs in my office." Which was true. I learned a long time ago only to bring one cig with me outside.
She lets out a deep, forlorn breath, "Oh." But then suddenly an idea pops into her big ass head. "Well can I have a drag?
HUH?!? Bitch no! If you think for one second I'm going to put my mouth around that cigarette after your herpes infested lips have touched it you are insane. Oh wait. You are insane. I had half a mind to drop it on the ground, stomp it out, and go inside. But she was bigger than me, and would probably hurt me.
So instead I said, "Here take the rest" and turned and walked away muttering "you stupid cunt."
The nerve of some people. Maybe if she had taken her meds back in '79 like her doctor had suggested she wouldn't be crazy and homeless. And instead could afford her own pack of cigarettes.