She’d probably kill me if she knew I was plastering her photo all over the interwebs, but I figure by now she’s used to me being the annoying person in the corner with the camera and the blog and the need to compulsively document everything. I keep telling everyone, “Some day you’ll be glad you have these pictures!” I have no idea if that’s true. But it’s the best argument I’ve got. I was glad…
[for Sunday, Sept. 9] When a group of people get together, it’s inevitable that conclusions will arrived at. Last night we conjured some universal truths, including: • Britney Spears’ comeback popped and fizzled out the instant the camera focused on her crusty-ass hair extensions. And the world was simultaneously saddened and relieved, not unlike the feeling you get after vomiting, that she has lost all her mojo and will surely be dropping off the face…
It’s hot in my apartment. I accidentally shut Jack in the closet today while I was out running errands. I think he secretly enjoyed it. Friday night Sarah and Brandon came calling and we stayed up until the wee hours, drinking Boone’s Farm (yes, Boone’s Farm; Fuzzy Navel if you’re keeping score at home) and smoking Marlboro Menthol Lights out on the balcony. We kvetched. We danced to Justin Timberlake. It was therapeutic. Some people…
[for Sunday, Sept. 2] Ashley, JD, Courtney and I braved the crowd (seriously, they were down to just Bluff tickets by the time we got there, so we had to get some scalped seats) for the penultimate Redbirds game of the season. The game itself was, as most baseball games go, fairly uneventful, but fun (we lost to Nashville 5-4, I think). But the real treat was the fireworks show afterward. Man, I love me…
[for Saturday, Sept. 1] Coxynoodlenose (okay, where did that nickname come from?) came back to the ‘Boro for some face time over the weekend. We whooped it up at the Campus Pub, which is a seedy little joint on Greenland that offers dollar beers and a foosball table lit by a billiard lamp shaped like a NASCAR car. I don’t remember too much, except for being my usual obnoxious drunk self, and finding someone’s phone…
[for Sunday, Aug. 19] The blur is totally intentional. Really. It’s art. Okay, not really. That up there is Rebecca, preparing her backhand to give me a quick smack across the cheek for taking her picture. It’s okay, folks, I survived. Wish her and her two Bahamaritas a happy birthday and pray that she doesn’t strangle me for putting her picture on the internet. Earlier in the evening we (along with Ashley and JD) saw…
Just kidding. I’m actually heading to bed. My schedule’s all jacked up thanks to a couple of extremely late nights I pulled — Friday night when Sarah was here and Saturday night when Theresa was here — that had me trying to doze off at 4 and 6 a.m. respectively. I’m not complaining at all; I very much enjoyed the company, even if I was a terrible host (I drug Sarah to Wal-Mart with me…
[for Sunday, July 29] Kristin and Lonnie are in town for a few days to visit and go see the White Stripes tomorrow. Yesterday, we went to see the Simpsons movie (my verdict: Meh; too much Homer, not enough of the other characters, etc., but the animation was lovely on the IMAX screen) and then, afterward, when we realized Rendezvous was closed and when the Flying Fish was packed, we ducked into Automatic Slim’s for…
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