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.

every day is a wasted day

What a weekend. Time to eat salads and drink sparkling water for oh, twelve days.

skytopless

T-minus 20 hours or something and counting, and what does T stand for again? Scarny & I will be in the sky and three Bloodys deep in no time flat.

baby come back

"I want you to find someone who makes you as happy as I wanted to make you."

even steven

Boating season again. GYC. A gaggle of us drank pitchers under the Christmas lights and then went in various directions; five of us ended up at a party in the Burg or the Wick or somewhere that is apparently ATM-free and then I found myself in a sketchy SUV at 2am. Watched the Peaks extras when I made it home, as I've completed all 30 episodes at a lightning-fast pace. (Damn good coffee - and hot! The owls are not what they seem! Fire walk with me! I could go on.)

Awoke and met Scarny for a brunch of trout and egg and horseradish cream. Enjoyed one of the best Bloodys ever at the Johnson's -- perhaps in future times we'll say 'fuck the pomp and circumstance', grab a Subway 12"er and once again fawn over Nancy Wilson's high note with the bartender.

	Heart - Alone
	Found at skreemr.com

Taking it easy tonight. Will soon be knee-high in a Lynchian film festival in my bedroom.

xxi

This is what shopping sounds like.

	Kleerup ft. Robyn - With Every Heartbeat
	Found at skreemr.com

lol bob lol

KB came to town last week and we had two Mexican meals, a Vietnamese dinner, and a few beverages. Snagged a garden table at La Palapa and enjoyed the Bloodys.

Josh turned 30 and I made a chocolate and cinnamon and espresso four-layer cake with mocha buttercream frosting, adorned with coconut marshmallow cookies. (It all fit together surprisingly well.) Ended the night at a pool hall in a horseshoe-shaped booth, attempting to not elbow Paul in the eye as I devoured the fried calamari before me.

I have a terrible addiction to "Twin Peaks" and have successfully, within two weeks or so, caught up to Scarny -- who has been watching for months. I do this every so often, as you know: binge on the television shows via Netflix ("The Wire", "Lost", "Battlestar Galactica" -- yes, I have impeccable taste) and then my world is colored with the characters, settings, and storylines and it's nearly all I can think about.

I head to Georgia for Twilight Delirium 10 in 10 days. Prior to that I shall spend some QT with AC in NYC and wait patiently for Episodes 23+ to arrive in the mail.

Let's rock.

a b & c

In the end, it all works out the way it's supposed to work out, yes, but this middle part is murky.

where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me

Things are good.

Heading to Georgia in less than a month. Saw Wuxtry and the REM office on CBS's "Sunday Morning" today. Remembered the time that AC and I had to drop off a cat carrier to the latter establishment when he was doing community service for the Humane Society. (It was to be autographed by the band members and auctioned off for fundraising purposes.) I volunteered a few times, just because I enjoyed being around him. He drove the red Cavalier and would ride his brakes, making me nauseous.

I haven't thought about that in years.

I also heard "The Boxer" by Simon & Garfunkel today and thought about drinking Zima-with-Jolly-Ranchers in Creswell and listening to AC's roommate sing the praises of the saxophone in the song. We were in the dark, sitting on the floor. I was 17.

Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking evenly
And I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be, but that's not unusual
No, it isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

I guess that time has been on my mind. It's not often that I take trips that far down memory lane anymore.

Things are good.

faaaaaamous

Okay, so I look lame, but I've made it to MTV.

I'm one proud sister.

it's the smile that does it

Perpetually tired-ass-tired. Almost fell asleep on the train on the way to work this morning, if only because I could. (One train!) Watched "Meet the Press" and pondered Tim's diet.

Didn't fall asleep on the way home, though, as I had company.

Despite the exhaustion, I like my new digs. Quite a bit. The proverbial view is spectacular.

It's like Bizarro 2006. Or 2005. Or something. It's like the same, but different. No more trips to 2112, no, but J and I discussed the blessed '90s today and oh, how nice it was to discuss even the Gin Blossoms with a coworker. How nice it was to discuss anything with a coworker. How nice it was to hang with J again.

After two days, I already feel out of touch with my GChat friends, sadly. How dependent upon GChat I became in the last twelve months! My God. Hitting up the Big East tournament tomorrow night at MSG with Josh, however, so all is not lost.

KM and Scarny say I'm a grown-up. I guess I'll try it on for size.

last day last day last day

('Twas I.)

No more workin' in Brooklyn. No more three trains in the morning. No more Dunkin' Donuts for lunch.

fierce!

i've sunshine enough to spread

Scarny and I kicked out the birthday jamz this weekend, what with the shopping, the haircut, the double-trip to Esperanto, Bloodys, pigeon fights, cupcakes galore, THERE WILL BE DRAMA, new iPod, reading material, "Twin Peaks", vid chat with KB, dance party on the couch, UES vacation, maddening Dean Martin loop over omelettes, coffee brandy, lotto tix, taking cabs like I got some money, quotable stoop-dwellers of Alphabet City, my viewing of Da Gremlins, and this jam:

	Van She - Kelly
	Found at skreemr.com

Happy birthday to us.

Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you to everyone who came out on Saturday night, to everyone who wished us well, to Josh & Mindi & Porkchop & Colleen for the delicious cupcakes, to my friends for dealing with me when that Jameson hasn't exactly done me right, to Scarny for being the best birthday buddy ever, and now-I'll-stop-before-I-sound-like-my-blubbering-mother.