One.
I finally gave in when I found somewhat cheaper Rilo Kiley tickets at www.stubhub.com and bought them before they disappeared. Stub Hub certainly has more protection than eBay so I figured it was a smart move, and now I get to see my favorite band and favorite former child star. (Best line in The Wizard - "He touched my breast!!!")
Two.
I think that Geoff is going to get tickets to see the Sox play in Baltimore, so we get a fun road trip, in addition to seeing our guys play. If I am close enough to see Mike Lowell up close, I may pee a little in my pants. Just a warning.
Three.
This weekend! 3 days off! BAR pizza! Peace and Quiet! Doing whatever I want!
More exclaimation points in my life!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Massholes and Red Sox Fans.
This past weekend was spent in the lovely city of Boston, visiting my bro and his fee-an-cee, with my mom and Geoff.
It was wickedly hot but we still had a lot of fun, and I especially loved the place we went to for Breakfast called Johnny's (located in Newton, Mass.) I had a breakfast burrito and Geoff ate a mashed potato omelette! Keith had something called the Cement Mixer. You gotta love cute little Food Specials names.
I felt very at home there, among the Red Sox hats on passerby, and the merch crowded into the shop windows. It suddenly occurred to me that the Red Sox are infinitely more important to Bostonians than the Yankees are to New Yorkers. Yes, I have met some folks from Westchester County who are pretty Yankees-obsessed, but actual city people seem to have other things on their mind, while the good people of Boston really feel passion for their team. If you don't believe me, just check out The Reverse of the Curse of the Bambino on HBO. (http://www.hbo.com/bambino/)
The one thing that New York does seem to have going for them is their Subway system. Man, the T sucks. It's slow, it's small, it doesn't run on any discernible schedule. However, I have to say having mass public transportation is a pretty great thing in this world of reckless, ignorant drivers. (For proof, visit Greenwich, CT. I am now 100% certain that they don't understand that a STOP sign applies to all.)
I picked up the new Rilo Kiley CD in a Best Buy. ( I apologize to all mom-and-pop stores for this.) I am in love with the first, third, fourth, and ninth songs, but the rest all range from weird to girl music I loved in 8th grade to oddly sexual and squirmy. To be perfectly honest, I just don't want to see Jenny Lewis in anything but a fabulous light. Blowing some guy in bed is not exactly fabulous. More like TMI (too much information.)
Anywho...Am I ridiculous enough to pay $100 for a $25 ticket? I can't decide. On the one hand, this is my absolute favorite band. On the other, $200 and $50 are not even in the same ball park. It's high-way robbery and the good people at http://www.stubhub.com have made it all nice and legal. Yuck.
A car outside my window just stopped in the middle of the road and everyone behind him is beeping like they all have pregant women in labor in their cars. Just thought I'd note in case anyone thought I was overexaggerating about Greenwich drivers.
Back to the Real World. And by that I mean life, not the obnoxious show on MTV.
Blow some kisses to Mike Lowell, Big Papi, Jonathan Papelbon, and the rest of the guys for the game tonight. I'm sure they'd like that.
It was wickedly hot but we still had a lot of fun, and I especially loved the place we went to for Breakfast called Johnny's (located in Newton, Mass.) I had a breakfast burrito and Geoff ate a mashed potato omelette! Keith had something called the Cement Mixer. You gotta love cute little Food Specials names.
I felt very at home there, among the Red Sox hats on passerby, and the merch crowded into the shop windows. It suddenly occurred to me that the Red Sox are infinitely more important to Bostonians than the Yankees are to New Yorkers. Yes, I have met some folks from Westchester County who are pretty Yankees-obsessed, but actual city people seem to have other things on their mind, while the good people of Boston really feel passion for their team. If you don't believe me, just check out The Reverse of the Curse of the Bambino on HBO. (http://www.hbo.com/bambino/)
The one thing that New York does seem to have going for them is their Subway system. Man, the T sucks. It's slow, it's small, it doesn't run on any discernible schedule. However, I have to say having mass public transportation is a pretty great thing in this world of reckless, ignorant drivers. (For proof, visit Greenwich, CT. I am now 100% certain that they don't understand that a STOP sign applies to all.)
I picked up the new Rilo Kiley CD in a Best Buy. ( I apologize to all mom-and-pop stores for this.) I am in love with the first, third, fourth, and ninth songs, but the rest all range from weird to girl music I loved in 8th grade to oddly sexual and squirmy. To be perfectly honest, I just don't want to see Jenny Lewis in anything but a fabulous light. Blowing some guy in bed is not exactly fabulous. More like TMI (too much information.)
Anywho...Am I ridiculous enough to pay $100 for a $25 ticket? I can't decide. On the one hand, this is my absolute favorite band. On the other, $200 and $50 are not even in the same ball park. It's high-way robbery and the good people at http://www.stubhub.com have made it all nice and legal. Yuck.
A car outside my window just stopped in the middle of the road and everyone behind him is beeping like they all have pregant women in labor in their cars. Just thought I'd note in case anyone thought I was overexaggerating about Greenwich drivers.
Back to the Real World. And by that I mean life, not the obnoxious show on MTV.
Blow some kisses to Mike Lowell, Big Papi, Jonathan Papelbon, and the rest of the guys for the game tonight. I'm sure they'd like that.
Friday, August 24, 2007
i heart greenwichibiees
I am not into back stories. They bore me, make me restless, and so I start here.
August 24, 2007. Friday. 2:58 pm.
My office doesn't believe in Summer Fridays, which I have accepted.
So I am here, head slightly pounding, my eyes shifting to the clock to my inbox (where I correspnd with my live-in best (boy) friend all day long) and to the window, framing the Greenwich mommies, who all look about 25 in their tiny Trophy wife bodies, in their gigantic SUVs. Their children are a distant memory, being taught their ABCs and 1-2-3s by their nannies (aka college grads who can't or won't find a "real" job.)
Today I am most disturbed by Michael Vick, reckless drivers and parkers, and the fact that Fall still illicits the feeling that I should be preparing for something big.
I shouldn't have a blog because I am not computer-savvy and I don't even know how to post pictures, but I don't really care.
No one will read this.
I am ok with that.
I recommend-
Not reading the new Jessica Darling book because it will break your heart. Our angst-ridden heroine has become a snobby just-moved-to-Brooklyn bitch. And please...I am not buying that your part-time freelance job is paying your rent and your college loans.
Boycotting Alexis Bledel from doing anything but playing Rory Gilmore.
Falling in love with Michael Cera (from Arrested Development, now playing in SuperBad) just because he is like the little brother I never had. (Don't expect me to be on To Catch a Predator)
and living in the moment, especially if, like me, you have the best hybrid boyfriend/best friend in the world.
August 24, 2007. Friday. 2:58 pm.
My office doesn't believe in Summer Fridays, which I have accepted.
So I am here, head slightly pounding, my eyes shifting to the clock to my inbox (where I correspnd with my live-in best (boy) friend all day long) and to the window, framing the Greenwich mommies, who all look about 25 in their tiny Trophy wife bodies, in their gigantic SUVs. Their children are a distant memory, being taught their ABCs and 1-2-3s by their nannies (aka college grads who can't or won't find a "real" job.)
Today I am most disturbed by Michael Vick, reckless drivers and parkers, and the fact that Fall still illicits the feeling that I should be preparing for something big.
I shouldn't have a blog because I am not computer-savvy and I don't even know how to post pictures, but I don't really care.
No one will read this.
I am ok with that.
I recommend-
Not reading the new Jessica Darling book because it will break your heart. Our angst-ridden heroine has become a snobby just-moved-to-Brooklyn bitch. And please...I am not buying that your part-time freelance job is paying your rent and your college loans.
Boycotting Alexis Bledel from doing anything but playing Rory Gilmore.
Falling in love with Michael Cera (from Arrested Development, now playing in SuperBad) just because he is like the little brother I never had. (Don't expect me to be on To Catch a Predator)
and living in the moment, especially if, like me, you have the best hybrid boyfriend/best friend in the world.
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