Thursday, May 24, 2007

Just for Carolyn

Because it's her birthday week, and since she spent all of last Friday reading every post on every blog, I figured I'd reinstate the full two years worth of entries that I had disabled. Let's just say I'm in a better mood these days.

Happy birthday Carolyn!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


This past weekend marked the one year anniversary of MOSI and I. Let's all take a second and contemplate that one for a moment. . . . Yes, the impossible has become the surreal. Obviously, I'm elated to have him back in the area, and we had a wonderful time.

Because we are the most unphotogenic couple ever, instead the cameraphone picture of the day is of one of the ties he gave me. In no way does it represent an attempt to impose his style on me. ;)
Love you MOSI.

Friday, May 18, 2007


First off, I'm in Dover, DE. It's not the look. And Dover Downs is definitely not the look. I think it is were most people here go to die. Anyway, I complain too much, because the nice rent-a-car drive out here with A.R. and our couple of meetings have been a great work reprieve.

But that is not why I write this morning. I write because all week now I have had the worst case of itchy ass. As in my butthole itches. Not all the time, mind you, but enough to make it hard to handle. This feeling reminds me of our college senior-year roommate, Doug, a muscle-kid/hippie who moved in from Wisconsin after the ex and his mistress took flight from our seven-member den of depravity. Doug immediately set up his basement bedroom to blow glass, which he would take breaks from to swallow one of his dozens of vitamins. When he took breaks from those rituals, he would stroll around the apartment shirtless, his thick chest hair well manscaped, and complain of his itchy ass.

This would, as always, turn me into complete hysterics. He, of course, would look at my very, very seriously and say: "It's really not funny. I have had itchy ass my whole life, and there is no cure." Queue more laughing.

All this is to say I hope I don't have whatever incurable case of itchy ass Doug had. And if so, F* you karma.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

"You're glad? You don't look glad. Are you sure you know what glad means?"

-Homer Simpson

I actually am glad, for two reasons:

MOSI is returning tomorrow!

I set up the NYC skyline on my new cube divider. Thanks Sis! [The post-it (I mean "fire") breathing buffalo was added by A.R., my cube neighbor:

Friday, May 11, 2007

A Nation Destroyed

It appears that Nation, a club I first attended in either 1998 or 1999--and then what seems like hundreds of times until it closed last year--is finally being demolished. I'll have to pull together some of my best memories at a later time, but meanwhile (no not that meanwhile) here's what I found when I walked by today after TranniLuver allerted me:

For some really stunning photos with narrative of the demolition, check out this photo set on flickr.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Picture Book Update

Hi! I am bored to death, so time to share this past weekend with--you guessed it--camera phone shots! Friday night was a birthday party for our Denver transplant. I got no boob action, but this picture definitely makes it look like I did--and that was early in the night. I'll admit to being a camera ham.
The clear highlight, though, was a Cinco de Mayo wedding on Saturday that included a long-overdue reunion with MOSI:
Obviously, we had a great time. But seriously, we went to bed at 2am, leaving the bride and wedding party still drinking in their hotel room--and the bridge beat us to brunch the next morning! Real serious.
Meanwhile, I was getting camera phone shots pouring in from the Kentucky Derby:
Including this one, which I didn't think was very K Derby-like:
So now, I am in Nashville, and my camera phone shots are as boring as this:
But yeah, most of my time here is spent on the top floors of the Sheraton in my room, or the Renaissance in hospitality suites. Industry hospitality suites rule.

I'm home tomorrow, DC. Can't wait to see you!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, when his wing is bruised and his bosom sore...

I ain't gonna call her out (unless she wants me to), but damn girl, you make me wish I was having some crazy sex like that. Maybe my trip to Bound got me hooked. Any way you look at it, them's some sweet bruises.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.

[author unknown]The coffee club died today. Okay, I'm not good at lying--it potentially only went on hiatus. We hid our beloved coffee pot (look at how sad he was!) in a box in hopes that we might find a way to continue relying on him once we are settled in our new office building.

Still, it has been a long, sad, caffeine-free day.

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