scarny's trip thus far.

we met him on union street, drank some more coffee brandy, headed to lilly's in the middle-of-nowhere-red-hook, drank some beer (and whiskey drinks), stumbled home. actually, no, we sashayed home while listening to "p.y.t." on my ipod.

this morn, the three of us woke up and headed to la palapa for a yummy meal complete with a bloody mary. headed up to harlem, him a few h&ms, walked through central park, ended at rock center.

home now to shower, dress, and meet the group for sushi on avenue a in a couple o' hours.

see? good times!

(there is a sad postscript, however: scarny will not be joining us at the across the narrows show on sunday. his place of employment, apparently, is filled with evil killjoys and they're demanding an early return. boooooooooo!)

schnack has the yam fries now. (finally.)

coffee brandy + soy milk + ice cubes = delish!

scarny is in town.

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kate moss just got the text. we're listening to "off the wall" and eagerly awaiting his arrival. he's taking a cab to long island city and then will take the g train to carroll street. we'll be hanging at the gowanus yacht club with pbrs in hand.

holla!

these are the good times.

scarnsworth arrives tonight! and so begins a weekend of drinkin' and brunchin' and seein' belle & sebastian. and beck. and the polyphonic spree.

no work tomorrow! no work tomorrow! no work tomorrow!

i heart jeff mangum.

you probably CAN see in the future!

if you haven't seen "everybody hates chris" yet, you should. i foolishly thought that, even though created by chris rock, it would be another mindless, vapid sitcom. no, it's actually very smart and funny--what one would expect from its creator, i suppose.

google video has it up for free for a couple more days.

25 is the new 40.

pretty much the best weekend ever, and i didn't even go out friday night. instead, i stayed up until 5am just thinking about things. just thinking. for hours.

saturday i jogged to brooklyn and back. unreal. two hours. i'm still recuperating. later, had a delicious brunch at caravan of dreams (avec sangria) and then did a little window shopping with kate moss. went home, took a nap, headed to iggy's where we met up with t.h., and then headed to a horrible bar whose name i cannot recall, and then to max fish, where we met a smattering of nice individuals.

closed the bar down and got a little in-the-booth action in, as well. took a cab back to brooklyn, crashed at 5am, and then got up the next morning and walked to the crown heights side of prospect park. from red hook! for real, i'm still recuperating.

had thai food for dinner, watched some old episodes of "curb your enthusiasm," crashed on the couch, and made my way to work this morning.

for real, one of the best weekends ever.

how to spend an evening in chelsea.

i could live on cashews.

kate moss and i are off the white lady together. this is amusing to me as kate moss' namesake, the real kate moss, is apparently not off the white lady. anyhow, 'tis true. haven't had a lick of sugar in 48 hours. if the room starts spinning again, i'll know that perhaps cutting out this delicious-but-deadly foodstuff might not be the way to go.

so many fun things on the horizon: more "six feet under" tonight (finishing up season two, beginning season three), celebrating the autumnal equinox with an autumn salad on thursday, cheap drinks with cutie coworker on friday, dawgs on saturday, and rockaway beach for a celebratory cookout on sunday, as it's our friend, dave's, birthday. (dave was my bro's college roommate, and then randomly, became j.b.'s roommate a few years ago when she moved to the city from athens--through no set-up of mine or my bro's.)

(again, with the whole new-york-is-ridiculously-small-thing.)

again, happy belated birthday to my girl, s.m. sounds like she had a nice day. we will be celebrating with a delicious indian meal when she finally graces nyc with her presence--in less than a month, now!

loosen it up after a long day at the office.

amber bear is one of my craftiest friends--and used to turn old neckties into belts--but even she couldn't have thought this up in her wildest dreams.

(thank god, because if she had, i'd seriously have to rethink our friendship.)

the one where larry david picks up a hooker to legally enter the h.o.v. lane.

must get off the sugar. must get off the sweet, sweet, white lady.

was going to hit up the chelsea hotel this evening for a gentleman's 30th birthday party, but decided that going home and having lentil soup would be a better evening spent--until, that is, my brother called and wanted to have drinks in the east village, and who am i to deny my brother my company? after a few bacardi drinks, i ventured home, spoke to kate moss, made myself a bowl of oatmeal with a variety of sugars swirled in, and now i'm ready to tackle this week's edition of the new yorker.

to say that i am excited about scarnsworth's upcoming visit to our lovely city would be an understatement.

already thinking about s.m.'s trip up here; please also give props to my girl for turning the ripe age of 29 in 25 minutes.

can't get "six feet under" out of my head--the characters have become like friends in my life. this is what i get for netflixing the entire series and watching it incessantly.

thursday? dinner in the park to commemorate the autumnal equinox. i so prefer "autumn" to "fall."

i used to be with the band.

so this is why cmj is a regular walk down my romantic memory lane?

according to cnn:

(athens, georgia is) a town some say still boasts the world's highest per-capita number of rock musicians.

by the way, i saw yet another ex in town for cmj this past weekend. not a musician (surprisingly!).

i'm tired just thinking about it all.

i win!

to catch you up:

had delicious salmon, broccoli, and tomato & feta salad at mama's food shop in the lower east side thursday night--and then drank bacardi and diet cokes until 2am next door. who happened to be patronizing the same bar? none other than scarlett johanson and her cutie-ass boyfriend, josh hartnett. (i saw 'em kiss; they're both just as pretty as one would expect.) was able to catch up with a myriad of friends i haven't seen in quite some time.

somehow was able to drag my ass to work the next morning, though i believe i was still intoxicated. ate cashews and drank coffee all day long.

last night i hit nana for three glasses of wine pre-show and then made it to southpaw in time for the curtains to be drawn, exposing matt & coley on stage together for the first time outside the state of georgia in two years. i haven't seen maserati play in over three, i believe. they played an amazing set; props to the entire band. 'twas especially wonderful to catch up with scuba and hear he's doing so well--and that he's blissfully happy with a special lady. caught up with matty the night before so didn't talk to him much, but it was great seeing him reunited with the band. most importantly: was able to share some time with coley--had a really good, heartfelt, substantive talk. i wish him only the best forever and ever. i think he's top-notch and i love him to pieces.

woke up today at 8:30, had a delicious mexican brunch with a bloody mary, walked across the williamsburg bridge, hit the san gannero fest in little italy (the parade featured a float populated with nuns and the grand marshall was some guy named cousin brucie. i shit you not.), shopped at anthropologie, had a piece of peanut butter bomb cake from atlas in the east village, and now, finally, am home. going out again tonight--cutie bartender from nana is playing in the lower east side for no cover.

cmj wears me out.

spinning.

i've had two very odd, brief, yet intense dizziness spells today. both while sitting down--and i had one yesterday while walking.

perhaps this is from my lack of sugar?

tick tock.

hanging out tomorrow night with a few old friends in the east village for dinner and drinks (my no-sugar kick will be on hiatus for cmj, thank you very much. so much for willpower. shut it, kb!).

southpaw, friday night. athens reunion of sorts.

gave my digits to mr. politico--who is a) frighteningly funny and b) enjoys color me badd.

after spending $80 at target, i actually enjoy sitting in my living room for the first time. amazing what a rug, lamp, curtains, and candles will do.

j.b.'s birthday is on saturday and there will be a picnic to commemorate--may also hit buster's garage to watch the dawgs play, as it's on ppv only. hmph.

cutie coworker's band was pretty good last night; his drumming impressed me. oh, btw, has anyone heard of a band called phantom tollbooth?

never mentioned that i did, in fact, go on that date last friday night--and while he was quite sweet and asked me a million questions (and lord knows i love to talk about myself) and split a piece of tiramisu with me, there just wasn't a spark on my end. i believe in the spark. i'd love for us to be friends and i believe he would, too. fun fact: aside from being a 7th and 8th grade history teacher, he sings a cappella and speaks fluent russian!

i feel a bit out of sorts. i hope the weekend gets here quickly--and then flies by.

it started with david la chappelle's burger king commercial.

six months ago, i was regularly attending "drinking liberally" at rudy's in hell's kitchen. rudy's biggest claim to fame is the fact that they have free hot dogs, of which i didn't partake.

while frequenting "dl", i met a guy who was crazy nice, good-lookin', funny as all get out, and super-duper politically active. he started an "anti-bush travel agency" in 2004, for crying out loud; it's objective was to get volunteers into swing states to help get out the vote for kerry.

anyhow, i stopped going to "dl" and though he and i emailed a few times, things never took off and he just became a memory.

fast forward six months: last night, i attended a small katrina benefit in red hook (which, if you don't know, is in the fuckin' middle of nowhere) and who happened to be there? mr. politico. turns out, he's roommates with the guy who owns the bar, who also happened to live in athens and whose ex-girlfriend went to high school with my ex-roommate.

i mean, new york is small.

so, now we're emailing again.

i love serendipity.

the white lady.

i'm off of sugar for two weeks: no bread, pasta, rice, fruit, alcohol (!), baked goods... (s'mores luna bars, carob-covered raisins, gingersnaps, vanilla soy milk...)

kate moss, alabee, and i spent saturday night watching the game (17-15 win for the dawgs). conversation turned to nutrition habits and the link between sugar and all things evil that occur in one's body. in order to kick these cravings i have, i'm off of the stuff for two weeks.

if i am an absolute raving bitch to you in a few days, i apologize in advance.

went to rockaway yesterday and got more sun than i thought i would this late in the season. it was the last trip out there until next summer, sadly.

tonight is a katrina benefit in red hook; tomorrow is watching my cutie coworker play in the east village.

oh, and cmj is upon us.

test yr skillz.

i'm embarrassed to say that, last night, i failed miserably at the gowanus yacht club trivia competition. out of 50 or so questions, i believe i answered a scant few correctly--if at all.

the one question that was driving me fucking nuts was to name the kubrick film that took place in 18th century europe. i thought, "god, it's something like 'barton fink'! i know it is!' and my team hadn't a clue, either. (it also happens to be the only kubrick film i haven't seen, i believe.)

"barry lyndon".

other questions included:

who performed the song "maggot brain"?
where is the tennis hall of fame located?
what was the first british play written for children?
who was the first u.s. president to ride in a submarine, plane, and car?
what is the capital of uganda?
which television show featured the character emma peel?
what is the name of a pickled japanese plum in macrobiotic cooking?

any takers?

oh, but the best part was our team name:
"how you gonna rip it like that, son?"

(enter snarky comment here.)

from the onion:

ATHENS, GA—After a prolonged period of declining health and failing morale, the indie-rock scene was officially pronounced dead today in the sleepy college town where it was born. Indie rock was 25.

humpday.

oh, gentle reader(s), it's been quite a while since i posted something meaty for you, hasn't it? this can be attributed to the fact that i haven't done much but park my ass on my mother's couch and eat gingersnaps for most of the last five days. i heart labor day.

(oh, but how 'bout them dawgs?)

if anyone read the post that was up last night until, oh, 11:05 pm or so--yes, it's gone. a certain friend, who shall remain nameless, did his duty and called me up to chew me out for even thinking about doing what i fancied doing. (okay, so how's that for cryptic?)

i have a date on friday. how the hell did i pull this off? especially since the thought of dating doesn't appeal to me in the least right now. i figure, he's nice, i have no other friday night plans, and perhaps i'll make a new friend? he's taking me to dinner and to a comedy show, so at least i know i will laugh. i hope. anyhow, he's a friend-of-a-friend and not some shifty-eyed internet stranger. i swore those fellas off for good.

oh happy day: i found my box of favorite books in my mother's garage over the weekend and was able to finally retrieve "a confederacy of dunces", "catcher in the rye", "as i lay dying", "a heartbreaking work of staggering genius", among others. why it took me so long to bring these books to the city, i haven't a clue. i am currently reading "rammer jammer yellow hammer", thanks to kb's suggestion, and upon completion i believe i will jump into rereading "confederacy," as new orleans rests heavy in my heart as of late.

i have completed season one of "six feet under"--i have netflixed the entire available series.

file under nostalgia: cmj is almost upon us and, funny, i will finally get to see maserati play the damn thing but i had to wait three years and actually move to new york to do it. i was supposed to attend that ol' kindercore showcase back in, when was it? 2002? had a plane ticket and everything. ...but, you know, other things got in the way. i'll be checking them out at the southpaw on september 16th and am quite looking forward to it.

so, i think that just about wraps things up.

i am obviously living the dream, yes?

the man.

i heart d.j. shockley.

my autumn boy toy.

okay, so who wants to drink a few beers with me and then make out like teenagers on prom night?
i never realized that such an innocuous display of my affection would be criticized as it has.