I Saw Caesar Naked.
So I am fresh off the plane from New York and the trip went down like this:
- seeing almost all of the new MoMA (6 floors people, that is so much art in one visit to the museum)
- seeing Glen Close, Howlin' Pelle of the Hives and Jennie Asplund of the Sahara Hotnights at the MoMA
- Sooooo much shopping
- the Met
- "Spamalot" (holy crap that was funny! The make fun of musicals! in a musical!)
- an...intersting version of "Julius Caesar" with Denzel Washington as Brutus
- killing time at the Plaza
- never being asked for my ID
- breakfest across from Liv Tyler
- almost crying when someone said "Guggenheim" because I was so damn sleepy
- party in room 608! with a little help from Nate the security guard
- being asked to "please keep it down." for anyone who has ever heard Martha laugh, you understand.
- the most badass make up job I have ever seen, double points because it was on a man.
- like wise for the cocktail dress and peacock feathers
- limo to the airport
- the snootiest art galleries I could find
- yelled at by someone begging for money on the subway so she could "feed her family" while she was wearing designer clothing and holding a 6 pack of beer.
- Martha's mom buying my a bitchin' light up ring for easter (it is so awesome!)
- waking up the guy next to me on the plane by dropping a glass of ice on his lap (oops!)
-drinks at Carlyle's (the whole inside was painted by the guy who did illustrations for the Madeline books)
and oh so much more. I will post some pictures after I sleep for awhile.
I'll Miss You
well children tomorrow I leave you for a few days. I am off to New York but will be back Saturday.
I Can Sleep When I'm Dead
Notice the time. 5.45am. Between 9am Thursday and now I have slept only a few hours. Why you might ask? Because I am having too much damn fun....and am a bit of an insomniac as it turns out.
St. Patty's and the following day (which in my mind are one in the same) included a true all nighter. A 40 hour day. Whoot! not to mention drinking whiskey out of the bottle in an alley, stealthy ninja moves down the street, lot's of love from a very drunk Kiyomi, banjos and guitars, irish drinking songs, freaking out in a car while trying to figure out how we were going to get booze and what would happen if we were carded, celebration that we weren't carded, movies, music, hugs, a 7am stroll to 7-11 after being up all night armed with the remains of the whiskey Willie opening a packet of cigarettes with his teeth and me with a bag of doritos shoved up my shirt so i could keep my hands warm, St. Mark's, watching Hazel's sister throw bananas into the ceiling fans at the Marble Slab, late night middle eastern food, new short hair! sleep at 2am.
Today: I have been to the Grilled Cheese restaurant, worked, St. Mark's, the director's cut of Donnie Darko as the midnight movie where I recruited a new friend to help me reserve an entire row for our group, then freaked him out, spent more time in my house than I probably have all week, watched a crappy sunset in a cold park with a friend, driven the repulsive "barf car" as we have now named my dad's car (my dog got a little car sick earlier), had a keep warm dance party on the street at 3am, late night/early morning Weezer sing alongs, watched "Penn & Teller: Bullshit" at Willie's (if you haven't seen it, you totally should. It is amazing society can even function) and cake.
Now it is after 6 and i am debating just staying up, I mean, it is light out the worst part is over. I am also noticing just how...hmm....college kid-y i sound. Whatever. I only get to do this once, let the good times roll!
Ocean Fresh Fish
Things that happened tonight.
-St. Mark's (naturally, that is where it always begins)
-a trip to the west side of town to pick up a banjo
-rocking out to japanese music
-milk shake at Annie's
-taking someone new to the Grilled Cheese restaurant
-realizing I don't have any money to buy grilled cheese with, trip to 7-11 for money
-realizing that 7-11 is no longer there, on to Safeway
-having a drunk attempt to climb up my leg while he is being arrested as I get money from the ATM
-picking up Hazel and getting halfway to St. Mark's before she realized that Becca was in the front seat, not Kiyomi
-tour of King Supers for sushi
-Seeing two vegetarians kissing in the meat department while Hazel searches for something to throw at them
-Hazel and I keeling over in laughter at the irony of it all
-15 minutes later still laughing, they are a little pissed
-fixing it all with a Bohemain Rhapsody sing along
-Monty Python
-Name that cell phone ring, complete with groping action! (don't ask)
-a vulgar off
-Whiskey in the Jar banjo sing along
-cat woman impressions
-go go dancer practice for when Hazel goes on SNL (you don't want to know)
oh man. good times.
She's On To Me.
So I think that girl who sat in front of me in Anthro lecture found out i was reading over her shoulder. Not only does she no longer sit in front of me, but she doesn't bring her computer anymore. Now I actually have to listen to the professor talk about monkeys. Damn.
Trashy Romance Novels and Mormons
The following conversation took place at about 4am:
Willie: have you sold any gripping amorous page-turners recently?
Me: possibly. I had to stop looking at the covers and often the titles. they make me laugh too much.
W: It just occured to me that yours is a pornography store for women. which is a testiment to the superiority of the female intellect.
M: because we don't need visuals? or because we will wade through that much plot and crap to get to the sex scene?
W: a little of column A, a little of column B. it's not because you don't need visuals, just that female porno, if it truely could be defined as romance novels, is much more delicate and subtle and refined and well, books are just a smarter way of getting off.
M: you realize that I am never going to look at my place of work the same again, right?
W: yeah. Just look for that twinkle that means loneliness in the eyes of your customers.
Damn it.
oh. and i have to include this:
W: I saw two mormons today in suits on their bikes today, i wanted to slam on the gas, but then i thought, hmm, what would jesus do? so i ended up flipping them off.
R.I.P.
I need a hug. My poor fish Hank died.
Things I Have Decided
-It's really hard to have a bad day after seeing someone walk through campus in lederhosen. It's like when you see someone in a kilt, it just makes your afternoon.
-Had I listened to my Lab TA on the first day I would have known that 60% of your grade is based on you showing up, not what you learned. That means I could fail every test and still pass the lab portion of Biological Anthropology. brilliant. I think I should listen more....or now that I know that valuble bit of information, less.
-I need to find a way to get paid for sitting around in St. Mark's as it is now my second home. Last week I spent more time there than school and work combined, and that's just sad. Or impressive depending on how you look at it (thanks Amy for making me feel better about that)
-If your philosophy professor blows your mind 3 times in the first 15 minutes of class, you should go home. Your brain will not recover. Trust me.
-I probably shouldn't follow through with my lab partner's idea of bringing my computer to anthro lecture and start IM'ing the girl that sits in front of me about her shroom/Greeley adventure over the weekend. Chances are it will only end badly.
-And, I should probably catch up on some reading for school instead of spending so much time fucking around on the internet and with people in coffee shops. Though I have decided that this is a fantastic idea, I'd say the chances of me following through with it are very slim. Who wants to go get coffee?
If you know whats good for you, you will click on the link and watch the dubbed superhero cartoons. I highly recommend T.P.S.
