Addendum... because there had to be a "woof" to yesterday.
"Is that a vine or a dragon?" I had to ask someone last night.
In addition to the year of nicknames, this has also been the year of bad tatoos. I don't really know which has been the worst of the worst. Probably the tatoo of the last paragraph of the Great Gatsby, point 8 font, on the wrist. That was seen at a party in Williamsburg this winter.
Or the giant turnip?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesdays
Yesterday was one of the best full days of summer to date, so instead of trying to leave the house just yet and make this one top it, which it won't, I'm going to sit here in front of my AC and write about it.
I spent the early part of the day at Peerless with my stepmom, stepaunt, and my cousins Graham, 6, and Dylan, 4. Peerless usually makes me anxious and overwhelmed, and I would much prefer to be at the Vic, but it was fun being there yesterday and being cool cousin "Yi-yy." My cousins are the cutest boys ever. I wish I took pictures. We played all sorts of pool games and had a picnic. They left in the early afternoon, and I stayed at the pool for about 2 more hours (all the day camps had left, so there was some peace) because the sun was high and my book (The Devil in the White City) has got me hooked.
In the evening, Moira, Kara, Caitlin, Jocelyn, Bob, and I went to a Saratoga Phillies game at East Side Rec. It wasn't a thrilling game, but fun regardless.
It was a Tuesday, so of course, this perfect summer day ended with a perfect summer karaoke night at the Alley. Lately I have been describing good karaoke nights as "epic," but I mainly do that to make the people who leave early or don't come at all feel bad. I use this a lot on my friend Jake who used to come all the time, but now works on a farm and wakes up early and lives in Greenwich, so he doesn't come anymore, and it's a shame. I don't really know why last night was epic. It's a sort of "you had to be there" scenario. Good thing that the few people who read my blog were! Bob stayed out! Ally (duh) and Dede came. Some Skidmore kids came. I sang "Allison" by Elvis Costello (for Ally). I also tried a new song: "So Far Away" by Carole King, and was apparently dressed well for it.
I did some "vintage" pop stuff (ie "Sk8r Boi") when the Skidmore theatre (loud) kids arrived. Two theatre majors told me I was better than Avril herself, so really my life is fulfilled now.
We met a lot of interesting characters.
The night ended with Ally, Dede, and I dancing on the sidewalk to "American Boy" playing in someone's pick-up on the corner of Circular and Caroline, our parting intersection.
Oh, Saratoga.
I spent the early part of the day at Peerless with my stepmom, stepaunt, and my cousins Graham, 6, and Dylan, 4. Peerless usually makes me anxious and overwhelmed, and I would much prefer to be at the Vic, but it was fun being there yesterday and being cool cousin "Yi-yy." My cousins are the cutest boys ever. I wish I took pictures. We played all sorts of pool games and had a picnic. They left in the early afternoon, and I stayed at the pool for about 2 more hours (all the day camps had left, so there was some peace) because the sun was high and my book (The Devil in the White City) has got me hooked.
In the evening, Moira, Kara, Caitlin, Jocelyn, Bob, and I went to a Saratoga Phillies game at East Side Rec. It wasn't a thrilling game, but fun regardless.
It was a Tuesday, so of course, this perfect summer day ended with a perfect summer karaoke night at the Alley. Lately I have been describing good karaoke nights as "epic," but I mainly do that to make the people who leave early or don't come at all feel bad. I use this a lot on my friend Jake who used to come all the time, but now works on a farm and wakes up early and lives in Greenwich, so he doesn't come anymore, and it's a shame. I don't really know why last night was epic. It's a sort of "you had to be there" scenario. Good thing that the few people who read my blog were! Bob stayed out! Ally (duh) and Dede came. Some Skidmore kids came. I sang "Allison" by Elvis Costello (for Ally). I also tried a new song: "So Far Away" by Carole King, and was apparently dressed well for it.
I did some "vintage" pop stuff (ie "Sk8r Boi") when the Skidmore theatre (loud) kids arrived. Two theatre majors told me I was better than Avril herself, so really my life is fulfilled now.
We met a lot of interesting characters.
The night ended with Ally, Dede, and I dancing on the sidewalk to "American Boy" playing in someone's pick-up on the corner of Circular and Caroline, our parting intersection.
Oh, Saratoga.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
It's Probably How the Native Americans Discovered Popcorn
I went to my dad and stepmom's today because my step aunt, uncle, and cousins are in town from Portland, OR. I got there while all but my dad were over in Manchester, so Dad and I got to have some quality one-on-one, which lately means he has stuff to show me on YouTube because he's cool. Today, he showed me this:
I think it's supposed to scare me, but I kind of want to give it a try. Looks fun.
In other news, Dad and I sat on the porch with a map and a calendar and planned the drive to Chicago. I now have a date of departure. I am thankful Dad will be driving me and helping me move in. It will make it easier. I hate the physical act of moving, especially in the summertime, but it will be different than how I imagined it; I imagined moving alone, I guess.
The rest of the fam came back and I sat outside with my 6 year-old cousin playing with his new science kit for a long while. We made glow in the dark dough and alien blood. I wish we could have done the cell phone experiment, too, but we didn't have popcorn.
Woof of the day: I want to know the identities of the tools on the back of the new Skidmore SCOPE wearing green and yellow mix matched (as in one has each color)Converse with their graduation gowns. Creative Thought Matters. Yeah. Good one.
I think it's supposed to scare me, but I kind of want to give it a try. Looks fun.
In other news, Dad and I sat on the porch with a map and a calendar and planned the drive to Chicago. I now have a date of departure. I am thankful Dad will be driving me and helping me move in. It will make it easier. I hate the physical act of moving, especially in the summertime, but it will be different than how I imagined it; I imagined moving alone, I guess.
The rest of the fam came back and I sat outside with my 6 year-old cousin playing with his new science kit for a long while. We made glow in the dark dough and alien blood. I wish we could have done the cell phone experiment, too, but we didn't have popcorn.
Woof of the day: I want to know the identities of the tools on the back of the new Skidmore SCOPE wearing green and yellow mix matched (as in one has each color)Converse with their graduation gowns. Creative Thought Matters. Yeah. Good one.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
85 Degrees. Feels Like 86.
Last summer I had only one encounter with a minor celebrity. Bobby Flay. And he was a jerk to me and Laura.
This track season I expect I will have a few more since I am now working in the restaurant biz.
I had my first last night. Server Scott came up to the host desk and asked me if I had ever seen Happy Gilmore. I told him, yes, but that it had been awhile. He asked if I remembered the character Striker, or Slider, or something like that. The bad guy. I said I thought so, wondering why he would be brining this up. He told me to go look at table 11. He was pretty sure that Sniper was at his table. The guy looked familiar and I returned to the host desk to IMDB it. Surely it was Christopher McDonald. Shooter from Happy Gilmore.
(He was also on the "hit" show Veronica's Closet and in over 50 other movies, including The Faculty, which is coincidental because it seems as if every celebrity my high school friend Katherine and I have encountered post-high school is somehow linked to someone we mildly obsessed over in high school...Bobby Flay is an exception to that rule.)
So, later in the night, Shooter decided to buy a piece of art that was on display at the restaurant and wanted to do some calculations. He asked me if I had a calculator and someone suggested just using the one on the laptop. I said sure and then realized the browser was open to his IMDB profile, so I kept the computer closed and told him it would be easier to just use the one on my cell phone. So we used my cell phone calculator.
That's my story.
In other news, Emily was here. It was nice. Except we reminisced too much about last summer.
According to weather.com it's 85 degrees today, but feels like 86.
This track season I expect I will have a few more since I am now working in the restaurant biz.
I had my first last night. Server Scott came up to the host desk and asked me if I had ever seen Happy Gilmore. I told him, yes, but that it had been awhile. He asked if I remembered the character Striker, or Slider, or something like that. The bad guy. I said I thought so, wondering why he would be brining this up. He told me to go look at table 11. He was pretty sure that Sniper was at his table. The guy looked familiar and I returned to the host desk to IMDB it. Surely it was Christopher McDonald. Shooter from Happy Gilmore.
(He was also on the "hit" show Veronica's Closet and in over 50 other movies, including The Faculty, which is coincidental because it seems as if every celebrity my high school friend Katherine and I have encountered post-high school is somehow linked to someone we mildly obsessed over in high school...Bobby Flay is an exception to that rule.)
So, later in the night, Shooter decided to buy a piece of art that was on display at the restaurant and wanted to do some calculations. He asked me if I had a calculator and someone suggested just using the one on the laptop. I said sure and then realized the browser was open to his IMDB profile, so I kept the computer closed and told him it would be easier to just use the one on my cell phone. So we used my cell phone calculator.
That's my story.
In other news, Emily was here. It was nice. Except we reminisced too much about last summer.
According to weather.com it's 85 degrees today, but feels like 86.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Instructions for Leading Obnoxious, but Mildly Entertaining Conversations
In a small crowd of self-proclaimed hipsters (if they are real hipsters, they won't proclaim this), follow one of the two following paths:
1. Ask which Cat Power album they like best. Whatever they say, insist that the last album, The Greatest, was truly the greatest Cat Power album. They may agree, they may fight you on this, but defend it with zeal and using only the words "great," "greater," and "greatest." It's fun.
2. Ask where they stand on the Mars Volta vs. At the Drive-In debate. If you are really brave, claim you think Sparta should be given some credit, too. They might even be the greatest. Wait for someone to say they had this debate already in 2003 when Deloused came out.
(Inspired by real events... last week)
1. Ask which Cat Power album they like best. Whatever they say, insist that the last album, The Greatest, was truly the greatest Cat Power album. They may agree, they may fight you on this, but defend it with zeal and using only the words "great," "greater," and "greatest." It's fun.
2. Ask where they stand on the Mars Volta vs. At the Drive-In debate. If you are really brave, claim you think Sparta should be given some credit, too. They might even be the greatest. Wait for someone to say they had this debate already in 2003 when Deloused came out.
(Inspired by real events... last week)
Friday, July 18, 2008
Peachy
I have this fear that if I talk too much about the good things that come my way, something really bad will happen. (I guess that's pretty common...like HPV). But, I'm happy right now and I'm gonna write about it.
I am happy because I just returned from a pretty hastily planned Chicago trip. I now have a rad apartment with a rad roommate named Lauren on a tree-lined, brick-building-lined street between Ukranian Village and Wicker Park. My interviews were good, but I am going to spare details and let my superstition rule me on this one. I saw Chloe and Chelsea. I saw Amanda before she goes to Paris. We drank wine outdoors on Bastille Day and watched little boys play baseball in Welles Park. I stayed with Maggie and Peter and had a lovely time with both of them even though they took me to a really shitty Thai restaurant on my first night, but made up for it with great falafel, my own key, Office DVDs, a comfy couch, train and bus assistance, a good cereal collection, drinks at Bluebird, and their proximity to Trader Joes (45 second walk!). I learned that Jewel is to Dominick's what Price Chopper is to Hannaford's. I had dinner in Andersonville with a family friend I haven't seen in years. I walked miles and miles. I got tan and freckled. I sunned, read, talked, and walked on the beach and waded in Lake Michigan. I found an Amy Hempel book for $3. I made friends with the owner of a vintage store and got a large discount on a dress and sandals. I ran into one of my favorite clients from ex-job at Midway and shared flight back to Albany with him. I remembered I had beer and cable in my room upon my return and just watched last night's premiere of Project Runway. I am really excited about everything. Especially my beautiful apartment because it's the most tangible object of all this right now.
Don't worry, tomorrow I will probably go back to whining. I forsee an influx of slow walkers on Broadway and an increase in craziness at the restaurant....Woof!
I am happy because I just returned from a pretty hastily planned Chicago trip. I now have a rad apartment with a rad roommate named Lauren on a tree-lined, brick-building-lined street between Ukranian Village and Wicker Park. My interviews were good, but I am going to spare details and let my superstition rule me on this one. I saw Chloe and Chelsea. I saw Amanda before she goes to Paris. We drank wine outdoors on Bastille Day and watched little boys play baseball in Welles Park. I stayed with Maggie and Peter and had a lovely time with both of them even though they took me to a really shitty Thai restaurant on my first night, but made up for it with great falafel, my own key, Office DVDs, a comfy couch, train and bus assistance, a good cereal collection, drinks at Bluebird, and their proximity to Trader Joes (45 second walk!). I learned that Jewel is to Dominick's what Price Chopper is to Hannaford's. I had dinner in Andersonville with a family friend I haven't seen in years. I walked miles and miles. I got tan and freckled. I sunned, read, talked, and walked on the beach and waded in Lake Michigan. I found an Amy Hempel book for $3. I made friends with the owner of a vintage store and got a large discount on a dress and sandals. I ran into one of my favorite clients from ex-job at Midway and shared flight back to Albany with him. I remembered I had beer and cable in my room upon my return and just watched last night's premiere of Project Runway. I am really excited about everything. Especially my beautiful apartment because it's the most tangible object of all this right now.
Don't worry, tomorrow I will probably go back to whining. I forsee an influx of slow walkers on Broadway and an increase in craziness at the restaurant....Woof!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
What Dave has done
DM and DMB have brought oh so many people enlightenment. Really, I have heard them say that. It could also be really good pot, but whatever.
Yesterday, DM finally helped me open my eyes.
I was walking down Maple Ave towards the house where I am house/catsitting and heard music in the distance. It sounded blocks away. Band practice, I thought. Wonder what Skidmore kids I'll pass by... As I came closer, I realized they were covering "Crash." (Yes, even though I do not like DM & DMB, I can identify a few songs. Duh.) But no, it was no live band. It was a recording. A really jazzed up, almost elevator music version, but with lyrics intact, blasting from someone's porch speakers. There was no one on the porch. No one in the yard. No sign of anyone in first floor of the house. Just Dave, as the true fans call him, blasting for the listening enjoyment of the entire North Broadway neighborhood. Gee, thanks, neighbor.
But really, gee thanks, Dave. I have been getting quite sad lately about leaving Saratoga. Each summer day, I think, shit, son, this will be a hard place to leave. Just like that. My words. Summer here is magical. And this is my fourth summer at that! And I'm still loving it. But because of this experience yesterday, I am ready to move on. Call me a snob, call me naive, but I am convinced this will not happen in a city. This will not happen where they have guns. Nope.
Yesterday, DM finally helped me open my eyes.
I was walking down Maple Ave towards the house where I am house/catsitting and heard music in the distance. It sounded blocks away. Band practice, I thought. Wonder what Skidmore kids I'll pass by... As I came closer, I realized they were covering "Crash." (Yes, even though I do not like DM & DMB, I can identify a few songs. Duh.) But no, it was no live band. It was a recording. A really jazzed up, almost elevator music version, but with lyrics intact, blasting from someone's porch speakers. There was no one on the porch. No one in the yard. No sign of anyone in first floor of the house. Just Dave, as the true fans call him, blasting for the listening enjoyment of the entire North Broadway neighborhood. Gee, thanks, neighbor.
But really, gee thanks, Dave. I have been getting quite sad lately about leaving Saratoga. Each summer day, I think, shit, son, this will be a hard place to leave. Just like that. My words. Summer here is magical. And this is my fourth summer at that! And I'm still loving it. But because of this experience yesterday, I am ready to move on. Call me a snob, call me naive, but I am convinced this will not happen in a city. This will not happen where they have guns. Nope.
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