Friday, June 30

she told me to come but I was already there

The subtitle to my St. Thomas vacation is: and then we talked about imaginary weddings a lot. And kids.

And then, thank god, I got back to NY where I can easily ignore such nonsense in favor of having three drinks. Three drinks in, it's easy to realize, "Well, I'm not responsible enough for marriage or kids at all." (That realization might be slightly slurred.) And then once I realized that, I celebrated with more drinks.

The best thing to come out of the endless St. Thomas Wedding Discussion was a confession by one of the Jens. (Of course, there were two Jens, and of course, both their last names started in R.) Jen said, "My first song at my wedding is gonna be 'You Shook Me All Night Long' -- it's my favorite!"

We were all drunk, so to check that I had the right song I sang some lyrics to her:
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
I hope I get invited to her wedding; I want to take photos of her dad. Or her mom.

Tuesday, June 20

In the Tropical Tropical
Tropical Ice-Land

I'm leaving tomorrow to go to St. Thomas. I know: it's awesome. To be honest, I'm jealous of myself.

But, if it will make you feel better -- when I try to have a tropical getaway, it rains. Nothing but T-storms ahead.

Friday, June 16

Overheard Conversations

Drunk guy on cell phone, Essex Street, 6:30 PM: I beg to differ. We-all might be drunk; we might have had a few beverages. Sure. That's right. But're drunk on being judgmental, drunk on saying stupid shit. You're drunk on being an asshole.

Lost Albums

The guy I'm dating now lost Beck for awhile after a bad breakup. Couldn't listen to him at all, and didn't want to, either. He says Beck's back in his life now, but I don't know if I fully believe it.

Losing music because of relationships is terrible. I lost Astral Weeks, the Van Morrison Album, and I'm not sure I'll ever get it back.

J's dad played on the nearly every song on Astral Weeks, and the two of us listened to the album on long car trips. Driving between close Boston suburbs, our bad senses of direction would collide. We'd wind up on the New Hampshire border, swerving wildly towards exits to turn around. I did something shitty, and told my friend about it during one of car trips. For once, Astral Weeks wasn't playing -- the Beatles' cover of "Baby It's You" played on the radio. J. was mostly silent the rest of the car ride, but this was no comfortable silence; we haven't been good friends since.

Still, I'm fine listening to "Baby It's You"; it's Astral Weeks (any song, the entire album) that is nearly unlistenable even still.

Monday, June 12

Al Gore Makes A Funny

And it's not the same old tragic "I used to be the next President of the United States joke":

Please see An Inconvenient Truth. Here's my favorite line from the movie: "...there are a lot of people who go straight from denial to despair without pausing on the intermediate step of actually doing something about the problem, and that's what I'd like to finish with, the fact that we already know everything we need to know to effectively address this problem."

Friday, June 9

Leave Off the Last 'S' For...

I wouldn't want to call myself dumb, but I just realized two things that I bet you already knew:

1. When you type in a URL with a https in front of it, the last 's' stands for secure -- and mean that the site is encrypted and (at least theoretically) hackers cannot access your info. Do you know I work for an internet company? How did this knowledge escape me 25 internet-filled years?

2. For over a year (well, a year and two weeks), I've been thinking that since I live on the fifth floor, I have been climbing five flights of stairs every day. Not so! Perhaps my time in Ireland confused me, but here in America, the entry floor is considered floor number one. So living on the fifth floor involves climbing only four flights. I apologize for the complaining I have been doing for a year and two weeks re: walking up five flights of stairs.

And, for a rainy Friday, here's something pandorable for all of you!

Sunday, June 4

I Accidentally Painted My Room the Color of Bile

I switched rooms this weekend with the domestic partner. Hello, Sunshine! Goodbye, airshaft love!

The new room is a bit petite (quote the boy, "it's the exact size of a jail cell! you're lucky the bathroom's not inside your room!), and this morning it was painted lavender.

Tonight it's painted the color of bile.

You know how sometimes you rent an apartment and one of the rooms is painted an atrocious color? And you think, God! this person before me was such an idiot! Who'd pick this color!?!

Well, stop your judging. I'm that idiot! In the store, on the paint chip, the color was a lovely foresty green that I would thought would look perfect next to the closet-like portion of the room that I'm keeping lavender. On the walls of the new room: BILE.