there was abuse in my family, but it was mostly musical in nature.
When I woke up this morning, I was in a room with no fewer than 25 paintings, all framed, and all PAINT BY NUMBERS. A dream, says you?
Just a night drinking with the girls, says I.
So, here was the original plan: At around 8, we would all head down to Gramercy to Andrea’s and Tim’s apartment. Tim is out of town and said she could “have friends over.” Thanks, Dad! So we rented a movie, got three bottles of wine, and settled in. I would say that for the first hour, all was normal. We watched the movie, ate great pizza, made fun of people we work with.
Then we reached that all important point at which we were all sufficiently drunk. It’s then that the leather bustier and the blonde wig came out.
You see, Andrea and AMC are going to dress up as the 80’s band Heart for Halloween. They decided to give us a little preview of their karaoke performance, which quickly disintegrated into the dance party which always seems to happen when we girls get together and wine is involved. So yes, Catherine and I joined in, but not before taking tons of pictures which are sure to keep any of us from holding public office in the future.
Shortly after that, we were told that it was time for salsa lessons. Andrea takes salsa lessons every week and gave us an impromptu lesson right there in the living room. I discovered that my ability to Irish step dance helped me learn salsa and I think if I were to take lessons, I’d pick it up pretty quickly. It was a blast.
Then, at 2:30am, after leaving the living room a wasteland of empty wine bottles and Hershey’s wrappers, we went to bed. AMC and I slept in Tim’s room. Tim has THE most comfortable bed in the whole wide world, and a very interesting decorating style. He collects paint-by-numbers paintings, frames them, and hangs them on his wall. That brings us to this morning when I woke up in his room surrounded by impeccably painted winter scenes, deer in the woods, sad clowns, and three different paint-by-numbers Jesuses. It was fabulous.
Not surprisingly, I am hungover, so don’t talk too loud, okay?
Thanks.
Dos, a beer, a Mexican beer...
...
Ray, the guy who buys me beer,
Me, the guy I buy beer for,
Fa, a long way to the bar,
So, I guess I'll have a beer,
La, la la la la la laaaaa,
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beeeeer,
And it brings us back to...
I woke up Sunday morning to that all-too-familiar kick in the face from my liver, berating me for drinking so much vodka the night before. Only this time, I was kicked in the face in the comfort of my old bed in my parents’ house.
Yes, I graced Fairfax, Virginia with my presence this past weekend, and it was great. I got in Friday evening, at which point my mom, dad, sister and I went out to Kate’s Irish Pub in the extremely cosmopolitan town of Springfield, Virginia to have a few Smithwicks, play darts, and watch these two old guys play drinking songs:
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http://www.nationaltheatre.org/monday/art/1999spring/DoubleDown200h.jpg)
They’re hilarious, Irish, chatty, and extremely amenable to playing songs requested by yours truly.
Saturday I had lunch with Pri and Em, and it was lovely. Then it was back home for the annual October Birthdays party at my parents house, to which many of my relatives came. I proceeded to stuff my face with (FREE!) food, and await the arrival of Christen.
Christen got to my house around 8:30pm, and by 10:30 we were on our way to Velvet, courtesy of Garth and his new gas-guzzling SUV. It was a pretty nice ride though, I have to say.
Everyone was at Velvet and it was a typical good time had by all. Ed and Mike came, as well as my sister and various Velvet friends, who I never see in the light of day but with whom I’ve had hour long, heart-to-heart discussions with over the years and in various states of inebriation. And yes, we danced in the cage. Which brings me back around to the vodka. For there is no cage without vodka. Sober people do not dance in cages.
Anyway, Sunday consisted of being hungover at church, then watching my Redskins beat the tar off the San Francisco 49ers. It was beautiful.
Just a fantastic weekend, and exactly what I needed. This is a great city, but you gotta get out every once in a while or you’ll just go insane.
all up ons
Hey all.
So, the main reason I wasn't posting for a while is that I didn't have access to the Internet at home. Now I do. And you all who are reading this will suffer because of it. Mindless drivel, stupid comments, and most likely, drunken rambling, will fill this page, now that I can sit in my pajamas, drink a large glass of wine, and write my thoughts to The Void (and friends). And holy shit, that was seven commas in one sentence.
My money troubles, the ones which have been causing me psychological distress as of late, will soon be over. All this thanks to a little place called
NAME REDACTED. (hell if I'm getting dooced.) Starting tomorrow, I will tutor 4 days a week (evenings and weekends), thus making enough money to SELL MY FREAKING CAR back home...you know the one...the one that I pay close to $400/month for it to sit in my parents' driveway collecting dust and age? Yep, that's the one. It will be gone. Anyone wanna buy a car?
It's almost Halloween and Danny and I are thinking of Halloween costumes. If you're reading this and wish to comment, it would be greatly appreciated. We are thinking of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. What do you think?
Ok, I must go to the grocery store...you know the one, right across from the gambling bookies and past the projects.
Bye!
Memiors of a Shiksa
Cool Thing About New York City #15,239:
Jewish people.
They have these two crrrrazy holidays, Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. They get to take off work on those days to go to temple, atone for sins, and catch up on episodes of Lost. And the best part about living in New York City is that there are SO MANY JEWS! Business practically shuts down in the city on these days. And today is one of those days. Happy Rosh Hashanah everyone! Hamentashen for everyone!
And speaking of The Chosen People, I spent the weekend with Danny and his family in South Florida celebrating his grandmother’s 90th birthday party. I have never met a family which talks about sex more than this one. You name it, I heard about it in the last 48 hours. They are a lovely family though, highly entertaining, and they don’t seem to hate me, so that’s good.
Last night, Matt and I went to the Alligator Lounge: (
http://www.freewilliamsburg.com/bars/archives/2005/03/_alligator_loun.html)
This place is awesome. With every purchase of a (reasonably priced) draft beer, you get a free pizza. You heard me, a free pizza. Not a free slice of pizza, but an actual, 10” pizza. And it’s good pizza too. So, Matt and I hung out there for a while to catch up and bitch about how Time Warner Cable is just as incompetent as Verizon *gasp* in that they came to our apartment while Matt was sitting on the couch, but didn’t bother buzzing to get in, instead assuming we weren’t home and driving away. Two more weeks without Internet or cable. If I have to watch the DVD of Rudy one more time or actually resort to reading (god forbid), I’ll be ready to move into The Projects next door. I’ll bet they have cable.
I joined a gym! I even managed to get up at 6:30am and work out before work. We’ll see how long this newfound commitment lasts.
