there's no place like home

This post isn't spoiler-y unless you click on the links. Don't worry.

For "Lost" enthusiasts, tomorrow brings a bittersweet day: hopefully the best episode of the season but also the final one.

From 8pm-9pm ET, last week's episode "There's No Place Like Home (Part 1)" will be rebroadcast, though this time with extra footage. From 9pm-11pm, "There's No Place Like Home (Parts 2 & 3) will be aired.

TV Guide is noting that for full finale-viewing pleasure, please be sure you are up to date with the goings-on in these six episodes:

"Pilot" (Season 1)
"White Rabbit" (Season 1)
"Live Together, Die Alone" (Season 2)
"Through the Looking Glass" (Season 3)
"The Shape of Things to Come" (Season 4)

I'll be geeking it out at a "Lost" finale party (but of COURSE) for the second year in a row.

Don't tell me what I can't do!

endless weekend

Friday was 1-2-3 and girls in b.o.o.t.a.y. shorts with Scarny, TRich, DMcG, Paul, Josh, Justin, et al. Fast forward to me singing "Hangin' Tough" and (naturally) "Against All Odds" in the East Village while drinking overpriced wine. Was simply knocked -- knocked! -- off of my feet by Paul's rendition of "Rosalita". Seriously, you should hire this guy to sing at weddings. He also does a mean Morrissey.

Saturday was gettin' roots done and gettin' the fear of God put into me by my stylist, who warned me that my hair was on the verge of serious breakage. Like, you're-gonna-have-to-pull-a-Britney-Spears-and-shave-that-shit situation. Frown. Ran home, baked vegan blackberry oat bars, and made it to P'chop & Colleen's for graduvacation party with green-ish (but yummy!) Tofurky Beer Brats in tow.

Sunday was Coney Island and sunburns and snacks and Cyclone.

Monday was drinking in Central Park with Scarny in the morning and then a pound of cherries at P'chop & Colleen's with Paul and Justin and Mindi and Josh and more Tofurky and more light beer and more sunshine and...

Tuesday was exhaustion.

climb climb climb

As part of my Get More Awesome plan, I'm getting more active at the gym. I've seen Frank-the-Trainer twice now, have taken kickboxing and yoga and total body conditioning... but nothing scares me more than what I'll be experiencing tonight:

My first spinning class.

My goal isn't too far out-of-reach: I just want to be in the best fucking shape of my life. Forever.

Or at least, you know, get to the gym a couple times a week and stop eating crap.

makes me feel fine

For those of you not in the NYC area next month, here's what you'll (unfortunately) be missing:

THE SECOND ANNUAL SUMMER BREEZE* POTLUCK.
*Note: May or may not feature Summer Breeze.

If you recall last year, Summer Breeze was the drink concocted by the fellas and mixed in a victory cooler in my bathroom for the First Annual (So Icy/Stuffed) Summer Potluck. It included Coors Light, vodka, Red Bull, and other beverages that escape me at this time. It was (surprisingly!) tasty.

This year, piggy-backing on the fact that the drink of yesteryear was named for a brilliant Seals & Crofts song, I'm declaring the theme to be music-related: your contribution to said potluck should be inspired by a song.

For instance:

"Pour Some Sugar on Me" -- Def Leppard
"Scarborough Fair" -- Simon & Garfunkel
"Savoy Truffle" -- the Beatles
"Mashed Potato Time" -- Dee Dee Sharp
"Know Your Chicken" -- Cibo Matto

You get the idea.

This stomachache-waiting-to-happen goes down on Saturday, June 14th. I've already thought of one or two dishes, myself. We'll see what others come up with.

(And, boy, I've never realized how many songs refer to candy until today.)

get by

The Get More Awesome Plan (which brings to mind Kanye and Talib):

1. Get a pet: Mine is a Siamese Fighting Fish. He is purple and his name is Cecil.
2. Get your own place: As of August 1, I will live alone for the first time in my life. Apartment will be decorated with milk crates and cinder blocks.
3. Get a personal trainer: He is muscular and his name is Frank.
4. Get your learn on: I'm finally tackling "Crime & Punishment", which most of you probably read in 11th grade.
5. Get a new hobby: Mine is cross-stitch.
6. Get a new kitchen tool: Mine is a French Press.
7. Get an indulgence: Mine is semi-regular manicures.
8. Get rid of your bad habits: Mine shall remain nameless here.
9. Get an ashram: I'm visiting an ashram in NYC, yes, but an ashram nonetheless.
10. Get some perspective: I may not stick with all of this in the long run, but I'm on a kick to try.

jet set domino

Taking a personal day because the last four were some of the most ridiculous in recent memory.

Between two flights on Friday, a sub-par Greek salad in Detroit, a Derby party, nonsense nonsense nonsense until the early morning, recovering on Sunday, two flights on Monday, dinner with Dennis the bartender in Irvine, a bath of tears, broken wine glasses, two flights on Tuesday, and devouring "Eat Pray Love" in 32 hours, I'm a little out of my gourd.

road azz

Going to Detroit and back tomorrow and then off to L.A. (yay!) (I mean, actually Irvine -- boooo!) on Monday. Will return on Tuesday night a very weary business traveler.

Somewhere in between those two grown-up trips, I shall find time to don a hat, drink a mint julep, and bet on a horse.

But right now, first thing is motherfucking first: TAE-BO. Like it's 1999.