here is the picture that i thought looks like (e:terry)'s headshot twin. he is in the background wearing a black shirt.

anyways...i did everything on my birthday checklist. and more. i am not super proud of it. i feel like crap. i didn't sleep all weekend. my body HATES me. but here are some highlights:


-sang leather and lace at tudor - and kevin was the WORST don henley ever

-danced so violently everywhere that we literally knocked people over in the pink




-had a bowie dance party til 9am at my house that got kinda wierd


at the gallery opening friday i got propostioned for a pornogrpahic photo session from an elderly black man. apparently this is a retirment project he is working on. i gratiously declined - but kept his card if anyone is interested in "money & erotica."

the zepplin tribute show saturday was awesome. i am sad i missed (e:salvatore) tho :(


oh and if anyone knows a good recipe for carrot cake let me know. i need to make on for an office birthday tomorrow.

thanks for the birthday wishes. so far 24 isn't so bad. i got a cookie cake at work - yum.

i found this awesome website today. it shows Olivo Barbieri's work - who takes these crazy aerial shots that make things look like models.



schedule of rocking out for evening:

6:30 pm - leave work
6:45 pm - get home
7:45 pm - eat a fish fry
9:00 pm - go to opening at 1hour gallery
11:00 pm - go to karoke nite at tudor
1:00 am - go to hardware
2:30 am - go to pink
3:45 am - make out in a shadowy corner
4:00 am - be dragged out by theresa
4:30 am - have a bowie dance party at my house

oh man i lovvee wednesdays.

people were getting pissed at the $2 cover charge recently instilled at the door of luna. i find this amusing. they are free drinks people. are you not going to go anymore now because you have to pay $.10 a drink. come on.

the boys got throw out of big shots for mancing. seriously. i don't know what is funny - that they were at big shots or were thrown out for dancing to sexually with eachother.
speaking of - i have a picture of them dancing last nite with who i think is (e:terry) in the background. or maybe his twin. i can't get the picture up though. i will try tmw. it is driving me nuts.

10 things you may not know about me

- i love when people call me kiddo
- i have always driven stick
- my parents are sickeningly in love
- i am vaguely terrified of clowns and jack-in-the-boxes
- i am obsessed with binary code
- i watch david lynch's daily weather report every morning
- my younger brothers are both 3 times the size of me
- i am really scared of my basement - i have only been down there once since i moved in
- i can't say the words 'specifically' and 'particularly'
- i get really, really pissed when people don't say 'bless you' when i sneeze

what a bizarre weekend.

friday
planned on only going out for an hour or so. went to a party on lexington. kicked some butt in pictionary - drew 'incest' and my roommate actually got it. i got her representation of 'bloated.' a lot more people showed up and i soon forgot the early bed time i had set for myself.

after a bunch of calls from the girls that nite i figured something kinda weird was going on. but i would have never expected what it actually was. they hunted me down at this party with no one else then collen in tow. she had driven up from queens to surpize me! regardless it ended up being a late nite.

saturday
let me tell you. waking up at 9am on a saturday morning after a late nite pink nite is probably one of the worst things in the whole world. especially when it is to go shopping. i puked at the mall.

now on to the party
a.) thank you so much for those of you estrippers that came! i feel terrible i didn't get to talk to a lot of you. i was kinda overwhelmed.

b.) seriously i knew like 10 people there. the people i expected to show up didn't. which is crap. and there was like 593470 dudes there.

c.) someone got beat up in my backyard. if it is anyone reading right now i am really, really sorry. my housemates are Neanderthals.

d.) there was a bowie dance party in my living room til 7am. and that was sweet

e.) i played spin the bottle at mr. goodbar at 3:30am.

f.) in the morning i woke up to broken glass everywhere. projectile vomit covering the couch and the walls. basically hiroshima on ashland.

h.) someone drank a really nice bottle of champagne i got for my birthday and i am pissed.

i.) happy birthday (e:paul) !



also. my partner in crime here at work just briefed me on CES in vegas. we got specs on some awesome new electronics coming through the pipeline. the theme this year, it seems, was basically ramping up technology. a lot of time there will be an amazing new innovation. this year it was making what is already out bigger and better. and the HDDVD vs blueray debate. (blueray is the clear winner it seems as sony and apple picked it up)
the funniest part of CES is that everyear it in the same convention hall as the AVM convention...so it was one big jumble of nerds and porn stars.

oh man the ER is seriously the wierdest place in the world. what i would not have given to still have my camera phone (is that legal?) at the wee hours of the morning today.

while waiting, a man, probably pushing about 60, grabbed my attention as he walked out of his room naked and tried to grab his bag of clothes from behind the triage station. when the nurses tried to stop him he just started screaming in frustrastion - "i am getting out of here! do you know how long i've been here!" then, no joke, lit up a cigarette and just starting smoking in the middle of the ER. i seriously have never laughed so hard.

i kinda sympatized with the poor guy. believe me, that is the last place i wanted to be sitting at 6am too. luckily i was clothed.

a.) king kong is a wierd movie

b.) i just got back from hardware in which my gay husband mortifed me by announcing (very loudly) that last semester he used to shart a good deal everytime he drank too much.

oh and our new years pics are up for the world to see. does anyone else find something disturbing in this one:

i just found out that tourettes guy (http://www.tourettesguy.com/), a man that has provided me with humor for months, is a fake. blah. i suppose it is still kinda funny that there is a person out there with the time on his hands to pretend he has tourettes.

so quitting isn't going to great. sunday and monday i had one for 24. tuesday all hell broke loose. broadway joes. i smoked a pack-ish.

i hadn't been to broadway joes since my roommate quit working there. it was like coming home. i had a great time. a lot of my best memories from college are there. every tuesday for years everyone i know was there. i love that place - as filthy and gross as it is. my junior year of college it was at its pinacle. my best friends band (Philly B-eats) would play every tuesday along others we knew. everyone would come out - it was like a house party for all my friend in the bar every week. relationships started and ended there. a lot of the people i still hang out with are from the original Blu/Broadway Joes group.

i got free regal passes from work. i wanted to go see munich. but i was outvited by jon simon for king kong. i don't think i am gonna make it sitting that long. i am going to sneak in snacks like a rebel mom.

well i am almost embarrassed to be writing right now. i am weak. weak weak weak. friday nite when i was drunk i smoked 3 cigarettes. saturday nite i smoked a few more. blah. last nite i got so excited over 24 i smoked another.

back to square 1.


last year i befriended a girl about my age here at work. we took to eachother quickly as we were a.) the only ones under 40 and b.) the only females in the department. at the time she was in a rough spot as she was living with an ex among other things. finally i convinced her to get out of the apartment. within a few months she got her own place and her own car. it made me so happy to watch this transformation. i could only imagine how hard this was for her as her entire family is in puerto rico. in this time also i convinced her to get on myspace ( and by 'convinced' i mean begged and pleaded.) she was very skeptical. a few days later a guy (a soldier) sent her a message. he requested her a friend. again - skeptical. she asked me what to do. i told her to go for it. i remember saying - "go for it, he is probably just bored. what is he going to do? he can't rape or murder you from Iraq."

this morning she told me they are getting married !


also - as for the party issue. i gave in. saturday nite at my place. byob. come celebrate the anniversary of my birth 24 years ago.

i just comtemplated for the past 10 minutes whether or not to put my address up. i decided against it. email me if you would like to drop in - the more the merrier.

okay i am 2 and a half days in.
last nite i almost did not survive. after spot it was so nice out wandering back down elmwood to 1039 with jon simon. he was chain smoking as usual. back at his house i sat in the tiny front room as him, tony and brian all chain smoked around me. i was dying. my hand hovered over the parliments thrown carelessly on the coffee table. but i stopped. i kept thinking of: a.) how chris would punch me in the face if i gave in before him and b.) how after all you gave me such nice advice and encouragment i would have to write today about how i gave in
so i didn't

tonite is going to be so hard. if anyone sees my smoking tonite grab it and burn me with it.


also. with my new sense of smell i noticed on the way to work this morning that my car smells suspicously of piss. this is very odd. i have had no dogs in my car, nor have i peed myself lately. in the past week i have had a lot of drunk people in and out of my car - jon simon, harrington, theresa, marla, dyan..... gross and gross.
this also may have something to do with the keying incident. yes someone keyed my car. i park in my garage...so god knows when and where it happened. i just noticed it yesterday. blah

my birthday is coming up soon and everyone is obsessing about throwing a theme party for it. in all honesty - i don't really want a party. i just want to go out to dinner and go for drinks after. everytime we have a party all i do worry about who is there and not there and people destroying my house. no one seems to be listening to me though when i say i don't want to have a party. i think they think i am being humble. i am not. but now i feel bad because everyone is all riled up about a strip club themed party in my honor. should i just give in and stop being such a stick in the mud?