Those of you with small pets or even tiny mobile children know what it’s like to be lying in bed and feel the familiar shift of the mattress and the soft, uneven plod of four limbs as they amble slowly and unsurely toward you. Right? Pretty standard stuff. I was lying in bed, on my stomach, this morning, just enjoying being prone in the sunshine, when I felt the mattress jar and those footsteps come…
Today’s the 75th anniversary of the date the 21st Amendment was ratified, ending prohibition. Tonight? We celebrate by drinking cheap domestic swill! And tequila! Huzzah!
Tasting notes: Nose full of cherries. On the tongue, it’s incredibly tart and, as usual, jammy and not very complex. But, well, it’s not supposed to make you think. The people in this story say it tastes like pears and raspberries. Raspberries I can definitely see. But pear? Maybe by the fourth glass. Suckily, it’s pricier this year — $20 a pop — because of a bad crop (despite news reports claiming that prices wouldn’t…
At the risk of jinxing all my tentative plans just by talking about them in positive tones, I’m pretty excited right now. I’ve got a roundtrip ticket to D.C. I’ve got a couch/floor/box on/in which to stay once I get there. And I’ve got a huge historic moment to witness. Yep. Pretty excited. Preeeeettttttyyyy exciiiited. I’ve never been to D.C. before. Where should I go? I figure I better put some time in at the…
For a few hours now, I’ve been nursing cup after cup of Jamaican coffee. I guess that’s what it’s called — it’s coffee plus brandy plus rum. That’s what The Internet calls it, anyway. I have to add milk and sugar because I don’t want hair on my chest. Well, more hair. It’s a delicious concoction for a chilly autumn night and it makes me want to wear ridiculous multi-colored socks and wear a slanket.…
Dear D of Bitter/Books fame recently threw a can of Drank my way because of its sheer awesomeness, and in the interest of science, I decided to document my first encounter with it. I just want to point out how tough it was to make this video while trying not to fall asleep. I think my delirium can be blamed for the silly sound effects, too. Drinking Drank like it’s meant to be drunk from…
I’ve been going back through my Flickr, reacquainting myself with all the things that have happened over the past few months, and I found this photo, which I truly madly deeply love.
Internet, I almost don’t want to tell you this story because it is so gross. I mean, I have no problem talking about lost tampons or vomit, but this? This pushes my boundaries. But I’ll soldier on. The other night I was hanging out at home, G-chatting with Tamara, when I went to make myself a sandwich. I pulled out a piece of bread (wheat, in case you’re going for a complete mental picture) and…
I can’t believe I forgot to mention in my last post that the sweet and insanely talkative older lady who checked me out at Schnucks (Union) last night was all atwitter over the fact that Tempestt Bledsoe had just been through there a bit earlier. (The lady used this information as an excuse to give me a rundown on the shows she finds herself watching these days — Law & Order and those shows involving…
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