Sunday, January 28: 24, Finally!
This Sunday brought about a very lazy day spent quasi in-bed (on bed?) with the Most Attentive Boy On the Planet and Jack Bauer. Honestly, I don't know how the day could get better.
Oh wait, yes I do, give me Jack in HD and don't care (much) that I refuse to talk, look, or otherwise take my attention away from the TV while he's on. Fast forward through the majority of the commercials so that there's no TV down time.
Monday, January 29: Don't talk smack when your team sucks.
I dragged my sorry, sleepy ass into work about 30 minutes late and proceeded to have intermittent panic attacks throughout the day.
Yes, I can do 358495834 things in the afternoon. Breathe?Who needs to do that? Not this girl (apparently)*.
So, hellish day of work. This was offset by the promise of the Bruins/Rangers game at 7:00pm, prefaced by dinner at the restaurant of my vegetarian choosing. Well, my restaurant idea didn't work out so well and we ended up in Faneuil Hall eating from the food stands. Not bad... if you're not a vegetarian. Still, it's my own damn fault for not planning better and I'm just shocked that I wasn't hated for it.
After a very quick dinner, we headed back to the Fleetcenter** to watch the Boston Bruins get served by the New York Rangers.
Seriously.
Served.
6-1 in hockey is not a close game; hell, 6-1 in most sports isn't close.
While witnessing the massacre on ice I was also amused that our seats were located directly next to and in front a group of kids from Albany. Most amusing was the guy sitting directly next to me - hilarious, loud, and from NY? Yes, please, sit me near him.
After the game we headed back to the apartment to watch Jack Bauer kick some more ass and generally reprise lazy Sunday... all well and good except I didn't end up leaving Lazy Sunday: Part Deux until after 1:00am.
NOT COOL when I had to be at the office at 8:30am.
Tonight?
Well, tonight I will be spending some quality time with my bed and my space heater.
*maybe I should have been steadily doing work instead of reasearching coffins on Costco in the morning...
**yes the Fleetcenter. Not the Bank of America Center. Not the TD BankNorth Garden. It's the GD Fleetcenter, ok?!
30 January 2007
29 January 2007
Purchasing for the Afterlife... in bulk
In an attempt to avoid work more often than usual today I decided to check out the Costco website for any sales or promos that they might be having on bulk products such as hot chocolate, mayonaise, or toilet paper.
I have to say, Costco does have some pretty great deals on all of the above - that however, is not all that it carries - apparently in addition to bulk products, discount clothing, and affordable appliances Costco now sells coffins.
Yes, coffins.
Now everyone can be laid to rest in a fancy box without breaking the bank.
I'm not sure how I feel about this - it's a mixture of digust and peculiar approval.
I have to say, Costco does have some pretty great deals on all of the above - that however, is not all that it carries - apparently in addition to bulk products, discount clothing, and affordable appliances Costco now sells coffins.
Yes, coffins.
Now everyone can be laid to rest in a fancy box without breaking the bank.
I'm not sure how I feel about this - it's a mixture of digust and peculiar approval.
26 January 2007
Resolving resolutions like it's our job
So this year Super Best Friend and I decided that we were going to make our resolutions together to ensure they were seen through to completion.
For me, this meant that I needed to find and date a boy who was not a startlingly disgusting bag of douche. For Super Best Friend, this meant taking her first steps into the working world and beginning a career.
It is now January 26th.
I have successfully gone on a date with someone who is not an asshole.
Super Best Friend has landed herself a job.
I know - we resolved those things quick.
So quick in fact that we are currently coming up with Phase II of our New Year's Resolutions. If these are also completed in a month's time I'm going to start calling the phase's monthly aspirations vs. yearly resolutions.
For me, this meant that I needed to find and date a boy who was not a startlingly disgusting bag of douche. For Super Best Friend, this meant taking her first steps into the working world and beginning a career.
It is now January 26th.
I have successfully gone on a date with someone who is not an asshole.
Super Best Friend has landed herself a job.
I know - we resolved those things quick.
So quick in fact that we are currently coming up with Phase II of our New Year's Resolutions. If these are also completed in a month's time I'm going to start calling the phase's monthly aspirations vs. yearly resolutions.
24 January 2007
PhiloNYE in Review
Not only did I not show my lovely lady bits to the genteel folk of Rittenhouse Square and the rest of Philadelphia I also did not do any of the following, a great improvement from BoNYE 2006:
Kiss random strangers or friends in a drunken stupor. I did kiss my fair share of GBFs and had my neck molested in an altogether fine fashion by my GH John. I'm certain that people thought we were madly in love; and we were --with our Grey Goose and cranberry.
Mysteriously vanish from the bar like a sketchball. This act was fast on its way to becoming a LindsoNYE tradition what with leaving Aer with that ridiculous guitar player in 2005 and running away after creating the most ridiculous signature move ever (hint: it involves a hand and it's gentle). I actually missed being Sketchy McSketcherson this year, but the activity was somewhat hindered by my lack of knowledge of the streets of Philadelphia. Sketchy McSketcherson is all fine and good until she turns up dead in the Schuylkill.
Bring a large bag of pepperoni and a Costco sized box of Ritz crackers. I knew this was a mistake from the minute I brought it to BoNYE because, much like the Gentle Hand, the tradition now lives on. Charlie and Asian Mike brought it this year and DAMN did it reek.
What did I do, you ask?
Got propositioned by our cab driver. Of course, this is after he tried to charge us a flat rate of $40.00 for our ride home when it really only costs $15.00 or so. Seriously? You already tried to screw me in one way buddy, attempting to do it in an altogether different manner is going to be met with similar results. And laughter.
Drank a bottle of champagne by 3:30pm. On it's own, not a grand feat for my bionic liver - couple it with the fact that the bottle was placed in my hand at 3:00 or so - after I'd already have a Pom martini - and you've got yourself a story.
Played Mafia. Lots of mafia. I must have been rusty because damned if I was just sucking the entire game.
Fought in Public. That's right kids, John and I got into a fight at the Bellevue hotel party. About my sex life. For those of you who couldn't make it out to this monumental event, I feel sorry for you. It was pretty amazing.
All in all, PhiloNYE went off without a hitch - I had fun, got wrecked, didn't show my unmentionables, and got into a very public screaming match in a very swish ballroom.
Kiss random strangers or friends in a drunken stupor. I did kiss my fair share of GBFs and had my neck molested in an altogether fine fashion by my GH John. I'm certain that people thought we were madly in love; and we were --with our Grey Goose and cranberry.
Mysteriously vanish from the bar like a sketchball. This act was fast on its way to becoming a LindsoNYE tradition what with leaving Aer with that ridiculous guitar player in 2005 and running away after creating the most ridiculous signature move ever (hint: it involves a hand and it's gentle). I actually missed being Sketchy McSketcherson this year, but the activity was somewhat hindered by my lack of knowledge of the streets of Philadelphia. Sketchy McSketcherson is all fine and good until she turns up dead in the Schuylkill.
Bring a large bag of pepperoni and a Costco sized box of Ritz crackers. I knew this was a mistake from the minute I brought it to BoNYE because, much like the Gentle Hand, the tradition now lives on. Charlie and Asian Mike brought it this year and DAMN did it reek.
What did I do, you ask?
Got propositioned by our cab driver. Of course, this is after he tried to charge us a flat rate of $40.00 for our ride home when it really only costs $15.00 or so. Seriously? You already tried to screw me in one way buddy, attempting to do it in an altogether different manner is going to be met with similar results. And laughter.
Drank a bottle of champagne by 3:30pm. On it's own, not a grand feat for my bionic liver - couple it with the fact that the bottle was placed in my hand at 3:00 or so - after I'd already have a Pom martini - and you've got yourself a story.
Played Mafia. Lots of mafia. I must have been rusty because damned if I was just sucking the entire game.
Fought in Public. That's right kids, John and I got into a fight at the Bellevue hotel party. About my sex life. For those of you who couldn't make it out to this monumental event, I feel sorry for you. It was pretty amazing.
All in all, PhiloNYE went off without a hitch - I had fun, got wrecked, didn't show my unmentionables, and got into a very public screaming match in a very swish ballroom.
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