On Saturday, the kids all poured out to see Colleen and help her celebrate her twenty-ninth birthday. Again. First, we crowded the booths at 7B to watch the Cowboys get their asses kicked. Then, unable to find a bar large enough to contain our love, we created an impromptu party back at the girls’ place.
The evening turned into your standard St. Marks late night affair—all sorts of drunken living room dancing. Of course, in the end, it just got ugly.
Happy Birthday Colleen!
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On an unrelated note, last night I cleaned my place and cooked chicken and dumplins. Sometimes staying in is a thousand times better than going out.
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SOTD: On my way to work today, all I noticed was discarded Christmas trees, which are so pathetic looking. My friend Rachelle, took some pictures of trees in her neighborhood.
On Saturday, the kids all poured out to see Colleen and help her celebrate her twenty-ninth birthday. Again. First, we crowded the booths at 7B to watch the Cowboys get their asses kicked. Then, unable to find a bar large enough to contain our love, we created an impromptu party back at the girls’ place.
The evening turned into your standard St. Marks late night affair—all sorts of drunken living room dancing. Of course, in the end, it just got ugly.
Happy Birthday Colleen!
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On an unrelated note, last night I cleaned my place and cooked chicken and dumplins. Sometimes staying in is a thousand times better than going out.
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SOTD: On my way to work today, all I noticed was discarded Christmas trees, which are so pathetic looking. My friend Rachelle, took some pictures of trees in her neighborhood.
Good party. I’m hungover. That’s all for now.
Good party. I’m hungover. That’s all for now.
When I went to the train station yesterday to catch the Three Rivers back to NYC, I was informed that the train was standing room only. While I stood in line with fifty other people waiting to board, a young woman who had just disembarked told me that the train was uncomfortably full. On a side note, her eyes told me that I was having a good hair day. Instead of standing for seven hours to get home, I traded my ticket in on a reserved seat on today’s train.
So as not to waste my extra day and the unseasonably warm weather, the folks and I took a walk around Glendale Lake.
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Get ready, New York. I’ll be back at 8PM. Please be at a bar waiting for me.
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SOTD: Kill some time today with this game.
When I went to the train station yesterday to catch the Three Rivers back to NYC, I was informed that the train was standing room only. While I stood in line with fifty other people waiting to board, a young woman who had just disembarked told me that the train was uncomfortably full. On a side note, her eyes told me that I was having a good hair day. Instead of standing for seven hours to get home, I traded my ticket in on a reserved seat on today’s train.
So as not to waste my extra day and the unseasonably warm weather, the folks and I took a walk around Glendale Lake.
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Get ready, New York. I’ll be back at 8PM. Please be at a bar waiting for me.
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SOTD: Kill some time today with this game.
Dan and I joined Carrie and her new husband Chris at the Altoona Hotel last night. We all enjoyed a local talent playing the hits on guitar, but we appreciated the drinks more. I seldom leave the house when I’m home, but I was glad Carrie talked us out.
The rest of my vacation has been bonding with the cat, playing video games, and day-long games of Monopoly. Dan won, the dirty, lawyer bastard.
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Site Of The Day: Make a snowflake.
Dan and I joined Carrie and her new husband Chris at the Altoona Hotel last night. We all enjoyed a local talent playing the hits on guitar, but we appreciated the drinks more. I seldom leave the house when I’m home, but I was glad Carrie talked us out.
The rest of my vacation has been bonding with the cat, playing video games, and day-long games of Monopoly. Dan won, the dirty, lawyer bastard.
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Site Of The Day: Make a snowflake.
It’s not Christmas unless Jerry and I get lost in the woods and almost die. Apparantly, the sun also sets, and it is hard to see a snow covered trail in the dark. We just closed our eyes and walked toward the smell of cooking turkey. Met some very nice strangers that way who drove us home. …
Since I’ve been home I’ve done:
– 3 loads laundry
– Driven 100 miles
– Loaded the dishwasher twice
– Played 14 hours of PS2
– Wrapped 27 gifts
– Made 62 meatballs
– Drank 7 Guinness
All is well. Merry Christmas.
It’s not Christmas unless Jerry and I get lost in the woods and almost die. Apparantly, the sun also sets, and it is hard to see a snow covered trail in the dark. We just closed our eyes and walked toward the smell of cooking turkey. Met some very nice strangers that way who drove us home.
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Since I’ve been home I’ve done:
– 3 loads laundry
– Driven 100 miles
– Loaded the dishwasher twice
– Played 14 hours of PS2
– Wrapped 27 gifts
– Made 62 meatballs
– Drank 7 Guinness
All is well. Merry Christmas.
Thanks Mary and Aaron for the party. We had a happy and rocking time. …
I have my camera and internet access at home, so there may be a holiday update.
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SOTD: Go to TMN and pick a charity.
Thanks Mary and Aaron for the party. We had a happy and rocking time.
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I have my camera and internet access at home, so there may be a holiday update.
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SOTD: Go to TMN and pick a charity.
I love cookie dough. Colleen loves cookies. We both love the Grinch. I stopped by Colleen’s last night with a roll of cookie dough and a quart of milk to help her finish decorating her tree. To our delight, the Grinch was on at 8–the only way to watch it is to catch it when it airs. You just can’t rent it.
Colleen and I watched Seuss’s masterpiece more intently than ever before and I realized how wonderful it is, but also how strange. What are the Who’s? Animals? Weird people? “Why does Cindy Lou Who have antennas?” asked Colleen.
I also forgot how fantastic and twisted the Grinch song is, especially the long drawn out sentence at the end of each verse:
– “You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!”
– “You’re a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich…with arsenic sauce!”
– “Given a choice between the two of you I’d take the seasick crocodile!”
Inspired genuis.
We got so worked up for the show, that when the Grinch becomes Super-Grinch because he feels the love, I was right there with him.
Boy, do I have the Christmas spirit now.
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SOTD: From Mike, Sean gets an early present, the Olsen twins are coming to NYU. Welcome to the Village, ladies.
I love cookie dough. Colleen loves cookies. We both love the Grinch. I stopped by Colleen’s last night with a roll of cookie dough and a quart of milk to help her finish decorating her tree. To our delight, the Grinch was on at 8–the only way to watch it is to catch it when it airs. You just can’t rent it.
Colleen and I watched Seuss’s masterpiece more intently than ever before and I realized how wonderful it is, but also how strange. What are the Who’s? Animals? Weird people? “Why does Cindy Lou Who have antennas?” asked Colleen.
I also forgot how fantastic and twisted the Grinch song is, especially the long drawn out sentence at the end of each verse:
– “You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!”
– “You’re a three decker, sauerkraut, toadstool sandwich…with arsenic sauce!”
– “Given a choice between the two of you I’d take the seasick crocodile!”
Inspired genuis.
We got so worked up for the show, that when the Grinch becomes Super-Grinch because he feels the love, I was right there with him.
Boy, do I have the Christmas spirit now.
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SOTD: From Mike, Sean gets an early present, the Olsen twins are coming to NYU. Welcome to the Village, ladies.
I like monkeys. (I didn’t write that.) …
Some people stop halfway up the steps from the subway and open their umbrella, petrified that they might get struck by one drop of rain. This holds up the people behind them and often they unknowingly poke people entering the subway in eye with the points of their umbrella. The people that do this…I hate them.
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If you are a gal and you need a gift idea for your fella, consider Hanes tagless t-shirts. A guy can never have to many t-shirts and every time is neck his itch free due to the new tagless technology, he will think of you. And your breasts.
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SOTD: Cats and politics.
I like monkeys. (I didn’t write that.)
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Some people stop halfway up the steps from the subway and open their umbrella, petrified that they might get struck by one drop of rain. This holds up the people behind them and often they unknowingly poke people entering the subway in eye with the points of their umbrella. The people that do this…I hate them.
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If you are a gal and you need a gift idea for your fella, consider Hanes tagless t-shirts. A guy can never have to many t-shirts and every time is neck his itch free due to the new tagless technology, he will think of you. And your breasts.
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SOTD: Cats and politics.
The folks at MMD purchased me tickets for last weeks Steelers’ game, but I couldn’t go because of the snow. I was able to trade my tickets for seats at this weeks Steelers-Jets game at the Meadowlands. It’s like a Christmas miracle.
It was cold, so Susan and I wore every layer we had. In the pic, I’m showing off my snowboarding pants. The most exciting thing about the game was the snow. Even though the field was covered until thirty minutes before gametime, they were forced to plow before kickoff. Groundskeepers shoveled the lines continiously and we would bet on which one would make it across the field first when they all started on individual lines during TV timeouts.
Steelers lost because they suck. Still, I was warm and had a beer and a hot dog in a stadium, which is always a fine way to spend a Sunday.
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SOTD: David Copperfield is a putz. If you fall for this, please join my weekly poker game, rube.
The folks at MMD purchased me tickets for last weeks Steelers’ game, but I couldn’t go because of the snow. I was able to trade my tickets for seats at this weeks Steelers-Jets game at the Meadowlands. It’s like a Christmas miracle.
It was cold, so Susan and I wore every layer we had. In the pic, I’m showing off my snowboarding pants. The most exciting thing about the game was the snow. Even though the field was covered until thirty minutes before gametime, they were forced to plow before kickoff. Groundskeepers shoveled the lines continiously and we would bet on which one would make it across the field first when they all started on individual lines during TV timeouts.
Steelers lost because they suck. Still, I was warm and had a beer and a hot dog in a stadium, which is always a fine way to spend a Sunday.
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SOTD: David Copperfield is a putz. If you fall for this, please join my weekly poker game, rube.
WEEKEND RECAP:Friday: I decided what I consider to be the best slice of pizza in New York: Pizza Gruppo. They have table service, so on Friday night, Lauren, Susan, and I sat and enjoyed three pizzas. I ordered one with anchovies and pepperoni, but it had asparagus instead when it arrived. The waiter corrected the matter, but I got to eat both pies. The nice thing about liking anchovies is that often you do not have to share. C’mon, people, free your mind!
After dinner, we met Mike, Ben, Holly, and Alex at Leon where we met an older man who claimed to be the producer of Broadway shows like Cabaret and other shows that I can’t remember, because I hate Broadway shows. Interesting guy, though. He joined us at the Tile Bar for more martini’s and drunken embellishments.
Saturday: during the day, I braved Century 21, the department store, not the yellow clad realtor. Even when the place is shoulder to shoulder packed like it was that day, it’s a great spot to buy a shirt and tie.
Saturday night, Tyler, Erica, Erica’s sister Colleen (pictured above), and I went to a Christmas party in a very nice Brooklyn Heights apartment. They had good snacks, wassel, and lots of drinks. The folks were well-dressed and adult, so we were juvenile. No one minded. I love Christmas parties.
Sunday: Steelers vs. Jets in Snow Bowl 2003. Description tomorrow,
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I’m halfway through Grapes of Wrath and have begun to affect a depression era Oklahoman accent. That should piss of my brothers over the holidays. “Dan, I done near git you a large, if’n I could remember what size ‘Nana ‘Public sweater you’d fancied.”
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SOTD: Feral Children
WEEKEND RECAP:
Friday: I decided what I consider to be the best slice of pizza in New York: Pizza Gruppo. They have table service, so on Friday night, Lauren, Susan, and I sat and enjoyed three pizzas. I ordered one with anchovies and pepperoni, but it had asparagus instead when it arrived. The waiter corrected the matter, but I got to eat both pies. The nice thing about liking anchovies is that often you do not have to share. C’mon, people, free your mind!
After dinner, we met Mike, Ben, Holly, and Alex at Leon where we met an older man who claimed to be the producer of Broadway shows like Cabaret and other shows that I can’t remember, because I hate Broadway shows. Interesting guy, though. He joined us at the Tile Bar for more martini’s and drunken embellishments.
Saturday: during the day, I braved Century 21, the department store, not the yellow clad realtor. Even when the place is shoulder to shoulder packed like it was that day, it’s a great spot to buy a shirt and tie.
Saturday night, Tyler, Erica, Erica’s sister Colleen (pictured above), and I went to a Christmas party in a very nice Brooklyn Heights apartment. They had good snacks, wassel, and lots of drinks. The folks were well-dressed and adult, so we were juvenile. No one minded. I love Christmas parties.
Sunday: Steelers vs. Jets in Snow Bowl 2003. Description tomorrow,
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I’m halfway through Grapes of Wrath and have begun to affect a depression era Oklahoman accent. That should piss of my brothers over the holidays. “Dan, I done near git you a large, if’n I could remember what size ‘Nana ‘Public sweater you’d fancied.”
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SOTD: Feral Children