Saturday, June 20, 2009
boys will be boys
I know, I know I haven't even finished my last two post. My bad, I just had to share these delicious pieces of model heaven with you. I'm not impressed that he started smoking, but I am impressed he updated his tattoo collection.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
BK Day Four
Beer Garden in Queens.
Ok day four turned out to be a good day. I woke up and went into the city with Kate. She had some errands to run so I tagged along. After getting her things done she headed off to work and I headed off to get lunch. I went to Republic which is an amazing Thai restaurant right next to Union Square. After trying to be lady like while eating pad-thai with chopstick I discovered the bartender was staring at me. This made me a lot self-conscious so I packed up my food and headed on. Well not before the bartender came up to me and said I looked like a younger version of Kim Cattrall and he thought it was funny that my name was Samantha. In case you don't know I get this almost everyday of my life, so no surprises here.
I leave Republic and walk around Union Square, there's a arts and craft fair going. I leave with nothing with took a great deal of self control. I head to Kate's work just to drop off some leftovers, she talks me into trying on a million different pairs of jeans. I stay and talk and hang for a bit and then Grace Marie calls. I'm a little tired so I head back to BK for a nap.
Woke up by my phone ringing and text messages blowing up my piece. I answer the phone to hear Grace Marie telling me I better come to the beer gardens or she's not going to be my friend anymore. I get up, check my hair, brush my teeth and head out on a search for a cab. Bedford Ave. is blocked off due to a art fair and I become aware that finding a cab in BK at 3 in the afternoon is impossible. I get on the subway. I go to fifth ave. hail a cab head to Queens.
The beer garden, what an amazing place. When entering the bar it looks like any other run down piece of crap bar but then the doors swing open and a glorious field filled with picnic tables, shade trees and stage with dance space. We sit, it was friend Rose's birthday. We play a lot of asshole we interupt a lot of games of beer pong. We sing along to the band, they played really great drinking music. We get really drunk.
It is now 10:20 Grace Marie leaves, why I did not go with her I have no idea. I stay, I drink more, I play more asshole. I get more drunk. I leave around 11:00. On my mission to the subway I have some fun encounters. I had received directions from Rose on how to get back to BK from Queens via subway so I felt pretty confident. I'm walking, I'm looking for the streets, I'm feeling confident. I find the subway. I start on my merry way back to BK. Note to anyone who plans on riding the subway do not do it drunk.
I finally make it back to BK around 12am. I call JC, no answer, I call Kate I meet up with them. We go to a bar, I'm already in hangover mode so I opt to go home early. I get home I go to sleep. I wake up for another adventurous day in BK.
Ok day four turned out to be a good day. I woke up and went into the city with Kate. She had some errands to run so I tagged along. After getting her things done she headed off to work and I headed off to get lunch. I went to Republic which is an amazing Thai restaurant right next to Union Square. After trying to be lady like while eating pad-thai with chopstick I discovered the bartender was staring at me. This made me a lot self-conscious so I packed up my food and headed on. Well not before the bartender came up to me and said I looked like a younger version of Kim Cattrall and he thought it was funny that my name was Samantha. In case you don't know I get this almost everyday of my life, so no surprises here.
I leave Republic and walk around Union Square, there's a arts and craft fair going. I leave with nothing with took a great deal of self control. I head to Kate's work just to drop off some leftovers, she talks me into trying on a million different pairs of jeans. I stay and talk and hang for a bit and then Grace Marie calls. I'm a little tired so I head back to BK for a nap.
Woke up by my phone ringing and text messages blowing up my piece. I answer the phone to hear Grace Marie telling me I better come to the beer gardens or she's not going to be my friend anymore. I get up, check my hair, brush my teeth and head out on a search for a cab. Bedford Ave. is blocked off due to a art fair and I become aware that finding a cab in BK at 3 in the afternoon is impossible. I get on the subway. I go to fifth ave. hail a cab head to Queens.
The beer garden, what an amazing place. When entering the bar it looks like any other run down piece of crap bar but then the doors swing open and a glorious field filled with picnic tables, shade trees and stage with dance space. We sit, it was friend Rose's birthday. We play a lot of asshole we interupt a lot of games of beer pong. We sing along to the band, they played really great drinking music. We get really drunk.
It is now 10:20 Grace Marie leaves, why I did not go with her I have no idea. I stay, I drink more, I play more asshole. I get more drunk. I leave around 11:00. On my mission to the subway I have some fun encounters. I had received directions from Rose on how to get back to BK from Queens via subway so I felt pretty confident. I'm walking, I'm looking for the streets, I'm feeling confident. I find the subway. I start on my merry way back to BK. Note to anyone who plans on riding the subway do not do it drunk.
I finally make it back to BK around 12am. I call JC, no answer, I call Kate I meet up with them. We go to a bar, I'm already in hangover mode so I opt to go home early. I get home I go to sleep. I wake up for another adventurous day in BK.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
BK Day Three
... I will write about this soon, when my days stop turning into nights so quickly. Until then I will give you a brief teaser: Day three started like any other day, waking up in LES at 2:30 in the afternoon, laying around watching Sister-Sister until 3p.m and then discovering it is a horrible day outside. I get dress, in the clothes I was wearing the night before and manage to find my way down the steep, narrow, winding staircase in J.C.'s apartment building. I make it out onto the streets of NYC, after freezing my ass off for about 5 blocks we hit a K-Mart!
More to come.
Ok, finally I feel the start of maybe some procrastinating but mostly free time. So my third day in the city that never sleeps began pretty late into the afternoon. After watching a jaw-dropping performance by Pink on thefuse J.C. and I decided we should probably go get some food. After looking outside and seeing nothing but clouds, rain and wind I try to man-up and bare the frigid weather, my manly-ness lasts five blocks.
We hit up a K-Mart, they have crop-jackets for $9 - score. I make my first purchase of the day and we go on our merry way. We walk a bit, trying to keep the umbrella (ella ella ey) in tack is quite a task. the wind is horrible. the umbrella last until our lunch destination, some sandwich place in east village. i get a really cute, but not at all fulfilling basil wrap thing. we exit into the rain storm once more. we continue to walk around aimlessly. the umbrella finally breaks at 15th and 5th (near Kate's job). we ditch the ella and head on.
powering through the rain we spend the rest of the day going in and out of vintage shops, thrift stores, ice-cream and pizza places. as we're heading to happy hour at lit lounge we pass by a psychic and a pizza place (2 slices and a can cola for $2.75) we can't miss either. J.C. ask me if I wanted to get my fortune told before or after happy hour, of course I say after (tipsy psychic encounters, score!)
we go to lit lounge, have two drinks, walk to the psychic get my palms read. i thought the experience was awesome, she was pretty cool. i don't know how much of it was true but either way it was interesting. i'd like to believe at least some of it will happen, like the part when she said i will live to be 87 yrs. old (heck yes i'm going to be the grumpiest old lady ever!)
we leave the psychic catch a cab to American Apparel because we are suppose to meet some of our friends at pianos but i'm in the clothes i was in when they all left me the night before, that would of been a little weird. I grab an outfit we jet off to the bar.
meet joseph in the back room where this lady (the lead singer to this band) is singing a song about lube. she apparently really likes lube and needs it all the time. we leave that comedic performance and head upstairs to see another interesting duo. this couple was a singing duo - opera and accordion. i thought: score!
we drink more, we leave, we go back to J.C.s apartment, we chill, we watch sister-sister (second best show on Tv. next to moesha) i fall asleep, then i leave to go back to b.k. for the night. never to see j.c again, well at least for the remainder of my trip to NYC.
b.k. = sausage party/lame. i go back to the house in order to rest and change. meet back up with kate and friends we go to a bar, i don't have fun, i leave. sleep in until like 11am.
Spotted the backside of hott neighbor (hn). he was sneaking in with a certain roomie of kates late last night. i'll see more of him tomorrow, hopefully! :)
More to come.
Ok, finally I feel the start of maybe some procrastinating but mostly free time. So my third day in the city that never sleeps began pretty late into the afternoon. After watching a jaw-dropping performance by Pink on thefuse J.C. and I decided we should probably go get some food. After looking outside and seeing nothing but clouds, rain and wind I try to man-up and bare the frigid weather, my manly-ness lasts five blocks.
We hit up a K-Mart, they have crop-jackets for $9 - score. I make my first purchase of the day and we go on our merry way. We walk a bit, trying to keep the umbrella (ella ella ey) in tack is quite a task. the wind is horrible. the umbrella last until our lunch destination, some sandwich place in east village. i get a really cute, but not at all fulfilling basil wrap thing. we exit into the rain storm once more. we continue to walk around aimlessly. the umbrella finally breaks at 15th and 5th (near Kate's job). we ditch the ella and head on.
powering through the rain we spend the rest of the day going in and out of vintage shops, thrift stores, ice-cream and pizza places. as we're heading to happy hour at lit lounge we pass by a psychic and a pizza place (2 slices and a can cola for $2.75) we can't miss either. J.C. ask me if I wanted to get my fortune told before or after happy hour, of course I say after (tipsy psychic encounters, score!)
we go to lit lounge, have two drinks, walk to the psychic get my palms read. i thought the experience was awesome, she was pretty cool. i don't know how much of it was true but either way it was interesting. i'd like to believe at least some of it will happen, like the part when she said i will live to be 87 yrs. old (heck yes i'm going to be the grumpiest old lady ever!)
we leave the psychic catch a cab to American Apparel because we are suppose to meet some of our friends at pianos but i'm in the clothes i was in when they all left me the night before, that would of been a little weird. I grab an outfit we jet off to the bar.
meet joseph in the back room where this lady (the lead singer to this band) is singing a song about lube. she apparently really likes lube and needs it all the time. we leave that comedic performance and head upstairs to see another interesting duo. this couple was a singing duo - opera and accordion. i thought: score!
we drink more, we leave, we go back to J.C.s apartment, we chill, we watch sister-sister (second best show on Tv. next to moesha) i fall asleep, then i leave to go back to b.k. for the night. never to see j.c again, well at least for the remainder of my trip to NYC.
b.k. = sausage party/lame. i go back to the house in order to rest and change. meet back up with kate and friends we go to a bar, i don't have fun, i leave. sleep in until like 11am.
Spotted the backside of hott neighbor (hn). he was sneaking in with a certain roomie of kates late last night. i'll see more of him tomorrow, hopefully! :)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
BK Day Two
Ok, so day two was a bit ago, it may not be as detailed as the last. but here it is: today i decided to go out in bk, find a coffee shop, find a bagel, find some free wifi. I found all three. I went to the bagel shop, so appropriately named 'the bagel shop.' I got an egg and cheese on everything, delicious! as i sat there in the window seat overlooking metro. ave i thought to myself, 'wow, this bagel is so good. that guy over there is cute, is he looking at me?' and of course the guy wasn't looking at me, he was staring at the big piece of poppy seed that was stuck in my front teeth. man, i am so classy.
after leaving the bagel shop i took a stroll down bedford found a coffee shop, didn't have free wifi, but did have some tasty green tea and a very cute dog sitting out front. after sitting there for a while i gathered my things and went down - back towards the house. in my adventure i found a sign 'free wifi' so of course i go right in, order a salad (no, i was not hungry but i didn't want to steal wifi without being a customer because i was the only customer in the joint.) this place, what seemed so innocent, this 'papa limas' was a meat market/sandwich shop. i was a little terrified when a man came in and order a slab of beef. gross.
after my meat packing adventure i headed to the house. i sat around, we ordered pizza and i walked to the corner store and bought a coke. we ate the pizza. kate and roommates didn't want to go out so i was wrapping my mind around the idea of just hanging and sleeping. when 12am hits i receive a phone call from j.c. i tell him the situation, he says that's lame and i should come meet him in LES. i do.
this leads to me binge drinking with joesphx3 (j.c., joe, and joseph) until the sun comes up. we hit up darkroom, i dance, i drink, i sing, i'm pretty flipping marry. i convince the boys we need to venture out of the dark so we do. we stroll across the street to some bar i can never remember the name of, it's like san maria or ana maria or something like that. anyway we drink more, j.c. and i act like we're riding on a magic carpet. it was fun.
by this point it's 4am and the bars are shutting down so of course what else can we do, go home - i think not, we buy beer and head to j.c.'s apartment. we sit, drink, talk, become marry and then pot is a must for joseph so him and joe leave. this is when i realize the sun is up, it is 6am and i'm not going back to bk until after i sleep. yeah, drunk girl on the subway at 6am by herself - fun times, not.
j.c. and i crash hard and wake up the next day at like 3 to rain and wind and cold weather. we made the best of it though, more to come about my third day adventures later. at this point i still haven't spotted hot next door neighbor, damn it.
after leaving the bagel shop i took a stroll down bedford found a coffee shop, didn't have free wifi, but did have some tasty green tea and a very cute dog sitting out front. after sitting there for a while i gathered my things and went down - back towards the house. in my adventure i found a sign 'free wifi' so of course i go right in, order a salad (no, i was not hungry but i didn't want to steal wifi without being a customer because i was the only customer in the joint.) this place, what seemed so innocent, this 'papa limas' was a meat market/sandwich shop. i was a little terrified when a man came in and order a slab of beef. gross.
after my meat packing adventure i headed to the house. i sat around, we ordered pizza and i walked to the corner store and bought a coke. we ate the pizza. kate and roommates didn't want to go out so i was wrapping my mind around the idea of just hanging and sleeping. when 12am hits i receive a phone call from j.c. i tell him the situation, he says that's lame and i should come meet him in LES. i do.
this leads to me binge drinking with joesphx3 (j.c., joe, and joseph) until the sun comes up. we hit up darkroom, i dance, i drink, i sing, i'm pretty flipping marry. i convince the boys we need to venture out of the dark so we do. we stroll across the street to some bar i can never remember the name of, it's like san maria or ana maria or something like that. anyway we drink more, j.c. and i act like we're riding on a magic carpet. it was fun.
by this point it's 4am and the bars are shutting down so of course what else can we do, go home - i think not, we buy beer and head to j.c.'s apartment. we sit, drink, talk, become marry and then pot is a must for joseph so him and joe leave. this is when i realize the sun is up, it is 6am and i'm not going back to bk until after i sleep. yeah, drunk girl on the subway at 6am by herself - fun times, not.
j.c. and i crash hard and wake up the next day at like 3 to rain and wind and cold weather. we made the best of it though, more to come about my third day adventures later. at this point i still haven't spotted hot next door neighbor, damn it.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
BK Day One
My trip to 'the city that never sleeps' started out a bit disturbing. As I sit, in and out of sleep, in seat A of row 13 on flight 4002 I catch a whiff of what was going down to the right of me, in the laboratory. As the smell finally drifts away from me I start reading '125 ways to get the pleasure you need.' I'm on number 76 when the train starts to arrive, yes the laboratory train. I think I counted 27 of the 37 people on flight 4002 went to the labs at least once. All I could say to the girl next to me was "It's an 1.5 hour flight, come on people!" She laughed.
I land, I escape the lingering aroma of what seat B row 9 left behind for all to enjoy. Thanks, thanks for the hour of plugging my nose. After claiming my bag I met up with Omar (my driver). We rode in silence.
I arrived at S4th and Berry, Wburg BK where Kate met Omar and I out front of her two-story apartment, where apparently she has a really hot neighbor. We rush inside to get me in my outfit. And this was the start of a glorious afternoon dressing up like American Apparel models.
The afternoon consisted of hanging in Upper Eastside, dressed in our gym-clothes best playing field day. We tried our hand at jump rope - fail, we tried softball - fail, we tried soccer - simi-fail and then frisbee - epic fail. we gave up and headed home to bk.
After stopping for happy hour we arrive back at the circus tent (aka Kate's house). Where I still haven't spotter next-door hottie. We come to a consensus that naps are indeed a most. We nap, and nap and nap some more. Field day really took it out of us.
After getting dressed and opening presents (Sassy Sarah Sasser celebrated her 21 last night!) we headed down to Buddakon in Meat Packing. In case you didn't know Buddakon is the place Carrie and Big have their rehearsal dinner in 'Sex in the City' the movie. It was nice, I wasn't that impressed. I did find it funny that a waiter from SC was trying to get us to go sing karaoke with the staff - we didn't need a karaoke bar last night, we had the backseat of the cab and a radio!
After dinner we headed to Lower Eastside for drinks and dancing. First stop: Pianos where we took shots with the bartender and danced with a 35yr old coked up obese woman. Second stop: Lit Lounge where we all became star struck when we turn and super model, cover of vogue ... etc etc was standing right in front of us. I had to pick Kate's mouth up off the floor. They met boys, they danced with boys, they kissed boys and I, well I was exhausted and not feeling any of those three activities. Third/Last stop: Beauty Bar where it was dead but we danced anyways. The dj's where insane, they were working it harder than anyone in the bar. Sarah had fun, she was enjoying herself.
After an eventful night it was time to go home. This is when the microwave adventure began. Kathleen and I, not completely sober, tried to carry a microwave up to their kitchen, in the act we manage to drop it about six different times, but she was determined.
After the microwave debocle we were summoned upstairs. Sarah, standing naked in the hallway, greeting us with "are you guys turned on? hey, ya'll are you turned on?" probably the hardest I've laughed in a while. Thank you Sassy Sarah Sasser.
I say goodnight BK until tomorrow. Maybe I'll spot the hot neighbor before my next post! :)
I land, I escape the lingering aroma of what seat B row 9 left behind for all to enjoy. Thanks, thanks for the hour of plugging my nose. After claiming my bag I met up with Omar (my driver). We rode in silence.
I arrived at S4th and Berry, Wburg BK where Kate met Omar and I out front of her two-story apartment, where apparently she has a really hot neighbor. We rush inside to get me in my outfit. And this was the start of a glorious afternoon dressing up like American Apparel models.
The afternoon consisted of hanging in Upper Eastside, dressed in our gym-clothes best playing field day. We tried our hand at jump rope - fail, we tried softball - fail, we tried soccer - simi-fail and then frisbee - epic fail. we gave up and headed home to bk.
After stopping for happy hour we arrive back at the circus tent (aka Kate's house). Where I still haven't spotter next-door hottie. We come to a consensus that naps are indeed a most. We nap, and nap and nap some more. Field day really took it out of us.
After getting dressed and opening presents (Sassy Sarah Sasser celebrated her 21 last night!) we headed down to Buddakon in Meat Packing. In case you didn't know Buddakon is the place Carrie and Big have their rehearsal dinner in 'Sex in the City' the movie. It was nice, I wasn't that impressed. I did find it funny that a waiter from SC was trying to get us to go sing karaoke with the staff - we didn't need a karaoke bar last night, we had the backseat of the cab and a radio!
After dinner we headed to Lower Eastside for drinks and dancing. First stop: Pianos where we took shots with the bartender and danced with a 35yr old coked up obese woman. Second stop: Lit Lounge where we all became star struck when we turn and super model, cover of vogue ... etc etc was standing right in front of us. I had to pick Kate's mouth up off the floor. They met boys, they danced with boys, they kissed boys and I, well I was exhausted and not feeling any of those three activities. Third/Last stop: Beauty Bar where it was dead but we danced anyways. The dj's where insane, they were working it harder than anyone in the bar. Sarah had fun, she was enjoying herself.
After an eventful night it was time to go home. This is when the microwave adventure began. Kathleen and I, not completely sober, tried to carry a microwave up to their kitchen, in the act we manage to drop it about six different times, but she was determined.
After the microwave debocle we were summoned upstairs. Sarah, standing naked in the hallway, greeting us with "are you guys turned on? hey, ya'll are you turned on?" probably the hardest I've laughed in a while. Thank you Sassy Sarah Sasser.
I say goodnight BK until tomorrow. Maybe I'll spot the hot neighbor before my next post! :)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
no sleep til' brooklyn
tomorrow marks the first in my life of adventure.
no looking back, no wasting time on strangers.
im ready to branch out of this box ive grown so comfortable in.
watch out baby here comes the storm.
brooklyn, are you ready?
no looking back, no wasting time on strangers.
im ready to branch out of this box ive grown so comfortable in.
watch out baby here comes the storm.
brooklyn, are you ready?
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