I do what I know, and I know Drunk Brunch.

kjohnson: lookmom: this chair would make my day Cute, though I...

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 17:20:27 -0400

lookmom:

this chair would make my day

Cute, though I don’t know how I would feel about sitting on them.

From Tropic Thunder:
“Not everything is black and white.”

Amanda and I charm a whole bar and I get phone calls and emails all week from our new "friends".

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:47:00 -0400

drunkbrunch:

feistyred:

Amanda and I can party like rockstars sometimes. We managed to befriend the whole damn Liars Saloon last friday night and I have been fielding emails all week from our new friends. I don’t know why we don’t go out by ourselves more often.

Unfortunately, I can barely remember half of the people we met. Who is Judy? She called me at work to tell me she was emailing me. I barely remember skipping/dancing/twirling home from the bar while singing and the cops who stopped to see if we were okay.

Good fucking times.

OMG! I’ve been meaning to ask you all week: did we meet a girl named Beth? Because I found a scrap of paper in my purse with a phone number on it and it’s not my handwriting.

Why doesn’t this happen to me more with guys? That’s what I want to know. Still good to know that sailors and fishermen like me. And the occasional construction worker. Mmm… tool belts…

Weathered old Cougar?

I thought her name was Kathy. Dammit, now WOMEN are giving me fake names in bars? Oh wait, I do that… says “Amber”…

I threw away the weed she gave me. Decided it was a bad idea to take free drugs from a stranger who wanted to molest a 19-year-old at a Montauk dive bar.

Amanda and I charm a whole bar and I get phone calls and emails all week from our new "friends".

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:38:00 -0400

feistyred:

Amanda and I can party like rockstars sometimes. We managed to befriend the whole damn Liars Saloon last friday night and I have been fielding emails all week from our new friends. I don’t know why we don’t go out by ourselves more often.

Unfortunately, I can barely remember half of the people we met. Who is Judy? She called me at work to tell me she was emailing me. I barely remember skipping/dancing/twirling home from the bar while singing and the cops who stopped to see if we were okay.

Good fucking times.

OMG! I’ve been meaning to ask you all week: did we meet a girl named Beth? Because I found a scrap of paper in my purse with a phone number on it and it’s not my handwriting.

Why doesn’t this happen to me more with guys? That’s what I want to know. Still good to know that sailors and fishermen like me. And the occasional construction worker. Mmm… tool belts…

Day Four

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:23:00 -0400

I haven’t cried today. Just thought that was something to share.

Mom e-mailed to say that my aunt tried an experimental chemo this week and felt so well that she went to work! Isn’t that insane?

Anyway, I laughed a lot last night and hope this feeling continues through the weekend.

Drink the Kool-Aid, so to speak

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:00:00 -0400

This morning’s interview was a slam dunk. I’m fairly sure that they will give me an offer; I was told by my interviewer that they were quite taken with me and my work experience. They even offered to discuss salary this morning at the first interview but I wasn’t ready.

As a nonprofiteer, it’s very important that you can get behind the organization’s mission. I just don’t know that I care enough this organization to do it full-time. Or that I can make the compromises necessary to do this job (for one, the location sucks). I’ve often joked that I’d have to be offered my dream job in order to leave where I work now, as it’s such a wonderful and dynamic place.

My Gchat status currently says:
“Friends, I need help. Talk to me about ‘money vs. happiness.’”

I’m grateful to have so many people in my life who have responded with very insightful input.

For the time being, I’m making a list of Pros and Cons. I really don’t know what to do. Shit.

My latex glove-covered finger, pointed at Boo the dog. Why the...

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 00:10:00 -0400

My latex glove-covered finger, pointed at Boo the dog.

Why the fuck did I drink vodka tonight? I can’t even explain this picture!

Even worse, my friend snatched my phone and inappropriately texted my phone book. No more liquor during the week… ever!

Am drunk in a cab. With a chihuahua.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 23:27:34 -0400

Am drunk in a cab. With a chihuahua.

I couldn't agree more.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:49:05 -0400

“There were other times, particularly as of late, that I felt as if I had attended an overpriced finishing school.”

One of my classmates just posted a note on Facebook about her experience at our undergraduate alma mater. I have very bittersweet memories about the college I attended.

I love my Boo Man. I’m taking him to my friend’s...

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:40:00 -0400

I love my Boo Man. I’m taking him to my friend’s dinner party tonight. Little Man is picking me up from work at the request of my coworkers. They all recognize him from Facebook!

You're not a cow chewing your cud.

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:27:56 -0400

The sound of someone smacking their lips as they chew their food right next to my ear is revolting. Please stop.

The artist's vision

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 13:22:00 -0400

S. and I continue to discuss her design for the artwork she is creating for my apartment.

Her thoughts on texture:

“plus, if you want it to be representative of your figurative bedroom’s revolving door, some grit is good.”

Day Three, or No Use Crying Over Spilled Guacamole

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:22:00 -0400

Today I woke up feeling alert and well-rested. No crying yet today. It’s been a welcome change from the past few days. Yesterday I informed my director about my family situation and wept in her office for 15 minutes. She kindly offered a hug but I said that would push me over the edge and then I’d cry all day. As it turned out, I was weepy the rest of the day anyway and frequently cried at my desk. (Hey guys, I’m single! Come and get this!)

I should mention that I work for the best place ever. They said I can leave work whenever I want to be with family. I was reminded to take some time off for myself too, should I need it.

I think getting high last night (which led to my dropping a Chipotle burrito bowl on the floor) and seeing Tropic Thunder provided the necessary distractions to calm me down.

I’m a little anxious today as I’m filling in for my boss at a big meeting (he’s out of the country). I’m also preparing for tomorrow’s interview for a job I’m fairly sure pays a lot more than I make now. We shall see.

In other news, my sunburn is peeling and I feel like the most unattractive person ever. I’m a monster!

My friend just invited me to see Girl Talk with him in November, so today’s already looking up. A day at a time, right?

I'm not too old for this... right?

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 20:37:00 -0400

I’m stoned at Chipotle. Just saw Tropic Thunder. Good day.

Choosing a size for said painting

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:17:02 -0400

S: how large are you looking to go?
Me: that’s what he said.

I'm commissioning a painting...

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:12:45 -0400

… by my amazingly talented friend S. She painted a template over a year ago and posted it on Flickr. I took one look at that abstract piece and realized it was exactly what I wanted in my own apartment.

So today, we talked seriously about her painting a large canvas that would cover one of my (very white and bland) walls. S. said that the artwork might not look the same as the template because the original work was painted in anger.

I tried to help her get started:

“try to incorporate the seediness of random guys who will see the painting in my apt. and never call me again”
“try to capture the mania of finding love in NYC”
“you could hate-fuck the painting”

Maybe I should shut the hell up and let her find her own inspiration.

soupsoup: sporkorfoon: The LA Times did a great piece on the...

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:10:55 -0400

soupsoup:

sporkorfoon:

The LA Times did a great piece on the perfectly scrambled egg. Impress your friends.

Yes, please!

What a sensual article! I emailed it to my staff with the caption: “Today’s food porn: Eggs. It read like a Jackie Collins novel to me.”

Godspell canceled

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 12:25:36 -0400

The Broadway revival of Godspell has been canceled, according to Playbill.com.

“Producer Adam Epstein said in an Aug. 19 statement, ‘I am devastated that, due to the loss of a major investor in the harsh reality of a slowing economy, there were no other options at this time than to postpone.’”

Sadly, I expect that we will see more cancelations for this fall.

This show has a lot of significance for me (the music, not the subject matter).

Day Two

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 11:32:00 -0400

Emo email to Mo (ha, the alliteration makes me smile):

“I might be hitting everyone up for more drinkin’, that’s for sure (if only to stop the crying for a few hours). I feel really lost right now. Can tequila cure that?”

(She wisely responded that yes, yes it can.)

This is Day One.

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:42:09 -0400

I’ve been crying on the phone all night with my mom. It’s going to get worse before it gets better.

I typically go through a seven-day period of constant crying and extreme sadness. Then, on the eighth day, it just stops. It’s like my body says, “Ok, you have this one week to be a hot mess then you have to get back to normal.” And I do. It’s always been that way.

My family has seen an inordinate amount of tragedy over the past seven years. Our hearts are breaking.

Mean Ass Craving

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:32:01 -0400

lovepuppy:

Mashed Potatoes, Saurkraut (sp?!?) and pork roast. I think someone is cooking in the house because I never crave meat anymore. Also, I’m hungry.

Sauerkraut!!!

I’m a (ahem, lapsed) Roman Catholic Polish kid from Indiana. I’d kill for my mom’s roast beef and noodles right about now.