WOT 2006 Favorite: P-Unit Tea Partay
Labels: Tea Partay
Lloyd Cole, in his delicious prime. A guy at my high school was a dead ringer for old Lloyd and used it to his advantage with underclass wood-beez with asymmetrical haircuts and low self-esteem. Good for you, Robert!
Labels: '80s hot guys, A Tiny Sip of Absinthe, Lloyd Cole, Morrissey, The Three Toed Sloth
Sparkly outfit assembled: check.
Labels: New Year's Eve checklist
Labels: Matt Johnson, The The
No, not James Brown. I don't particularly mourn for former President Gerald Ford, either. Today my grief and sorrow marks the passing of the Lodge.
Labels: karaoke, Three Crowns Lounge, Travelodge
Never a "do"
Who should wear overalls:
* Children under 10
* Grownups who work in messy occupations, such as farming
and hog butchering
* Psychotics, especially those in horror movies
* Pregnant ladies
Who should not wear overalls:
* You
Labels: fashion don't, overalls
Update: Due to an emergency surgery my surgeon had to reschedule my doomsday appointment.
Labels: appointment
Labels: Ft. Collins, Jet Blue, Park Meadows Mall, troublets, Uglydolls, zoo lights
The Fabuloso El Vez
JetBlue rules. I barely remember taking Air France as a teenager and thinking that was the ultimate in consumer aviation, but hot damn! Believe the hype, people.
Arrived earl-lay in the mornin' yesterday and kept going until we absolutely dropped. Before even checking into our lovely hotel suite we made the all-important Chipotle stop, followed by an even more important nap. Met up with the extremely adorable, outgoing, and single Max, who is a pilot-in-training. He's lonely, girls. You probably wouldn't miss anything about NYC (or wherever you live)if you were this mensch's hot yiddishe momma, you know.
Superfly, Max, and I had got some delish eats (World's Greatest breadsticks, Fat Tire beer, and walnut pesto ravioli with olive oil and shaved fresh parmesan) at Pasquini's and then headed over to the Bluebird Theatre to catch El Vez's Merry Mex-Mas show.
Oh, sure it's a campy show, and the socio-political stuff is at times grating. But for pure showmanship and cheeky fun you'd be VERY hard-pressed to out-do El Vez.
The crowd in Denver was an interesting mix of punks, aging hipsters, yuppies and friends and family members of the band. It wasn't overly crowded, no one acted like a jackass (well, there were those El Vez groupies shrieking up front...), we got a seat with a table on the balcony, the smoking ban passed (finally!) in Denver, and the line for the bar was non-extistant.The show was awesome,I highly recommend you check out the tour schedule to see when they're gracing your hometown's independent music venue. I looked and looked, but didn't see anyone I knew, although I thought I saw old dirty Colin.
As exhausted as we were, a trip to Club 404 was a must: I hadn't seen my best friend, who I will call LuLu in an effort to protect her privacy. Unfortunately, she had shitty news to share with me and I'm now very worried about her. She and I have been through so much together and are so close that we can go years with little contact and still pick right up where we left off, as if we'd just been to the nail salon together that afternoon. I know she'll be all right but I worry anyway. It's my goddamn right.
As we left the bar, who should I see but Colin, the skinny, Irish, bad-tempered Waldo. He looked at me, blinked, said, "Howreyou, honey?" and went back to being dirty old Colin, the bar fly in training. He's 30, maybe. Oy.
I don't know how we made it back to our hotel without driving off the road and sleeping peacefully in a ditch, but we managed. Today is another whirlwind day in Denver and I'll likely post more later.
No apologies if this bores you, sucka.
The Supe and I are off to the land of purple mountain majesty for Chanukah, to see my Troublets and other family and friends. Supposed to be in the '50s all weekend! I'm pretty sure the kids need a Chanukah refresher, and I'm excited to teach them to play high-stakes dreidel.
Tonight is the night our little office of car nuts, new media mavens and code monkeys gather together to exchange gifts (the Veep is a HUGE The Office fan, and we're recreating something they did on the show — a Yankee Gift Swap. Um ... ok.) We weren't allowed to be cheap or buy a gag gift, nor were we to go nuts.
Labels: Holiday party, The Office, yankee gift swap
Workday mornings are all about routine:
Labels: Katie Couric, re-gifting
I withdraw all respect for you earned by your humanitarian deeds such as Habitat for Humanity and peace efforts in various countries.
Labels: "Palestinians", Jimmy Carter
My doctor says it can't wait: I'll go in for a surgical consult on December 21. So, I guess the illness-of-the-month for December 2006 will be breast cancer.
Labels: breast cancer
• Everyone on the street hears voices. It’s called Bluetooth.
Labels: Bipolar, New York City
Anyone watching Season 7 of Tyra's model farming show? Me either. Mad Love for Tyra, don't get me wrong — small doses, small doses. Anyhoo. Gawker did a quick spoiler on the apparent winner, another pretty giraffe with a stupid name; this time Miss Cover Girl Ad Extra is named after a shopping avenue in L.A.: Melrose. The episode airs December 6, if you want to check it out.
Labels: America's Top Model, Gawker, Mah Jong Solitaire
Attention Whoville: You Suck!
Labels: December, illness-of-the-month