More to come tomorrow, but here's everything that's going on tonight.
1. If you wanted, you could go to Baltimore for that Dan Deacon thing. I wish, but I think I want to stay in Philly so I don't have to sleep on somebody's floor. SHIT! That makes me so OLD!
2. Or you could stay in Philly. Everything fun is happening in NoLibs until late, when the party train moves down south.
SPOOOOOOKKKKYYYYY:
7pm: Remember Bethany Brooks from Houghton? She has a bluegrass band now called--hell yeah--Wissahickon Chicken Shack. I'm really excited about the videos on their myspace. It finally feels like autumn outside--don't banjos and hard cider sound like the perfect way to kick off the evening? (At the Fire, 4th and Girard.)
8pm:
It seems everyone has the same idea this year: "Top Model" with the ANTM crew of your choice--in costumes. Maybe I'll dress as that horse bitch Ebony this year. Thank Christ she spoke up last week, right?
9pm:
Assuming we skip "Gossip Girl" -- and really, maybe we shouldn't, because everything will still be there an hour later: House parties in Northern Liberties--they're everywhere. Plus North 3rd has a party, and of course the legendary party at the Standard Tap -- the costumes there have to be seen to be believed. People work on them all year. Anyway, if you're hungry, I'll get you free pizza next door.
PARTY O'CLOCK:
Yes please...hey, I just noticed the free drinks from 9-10...maybe if we do "Gossip Girl," we should keep running over and taking shots at commercials, right? RACE YA!
This month-ish must be coming to an end, and I guess we'll either remember it as the "Time We Went Through a Million Glowsticks", or "The Time Everyone Wore Those Glow-in-the-dark Sunglasses (and had their picture taken)", or "The Time All Anybody Listened to was Beach House All the Time".
Anyway, here's a favorite moment:
Last night SN finds out it's the last day of McDonald's Monopoly. So at in the middle of the night, we rented a car, with intentions of collecting a mil discarded (for now they're obsolete!) Monopoly-piece-ridden cups from McD's dumpsters. Our minds filled with visions of collecting all the right Park Places and hitting the half mil (or whatever) jackpot. We hit five Mickey's, between 1:30 and 2:30am, no dice. No dice/no cups/no pieces/no reason to quit our jobs BUT we had some awesome radio sing-alongs.
(Another funny thing is when I accidentally posted this blog somewhere else. To strangers.)
Oh, and thanks A, for hosting "Tuesday Night Euchre with the Kolos Boys".
"one two three jump!" sue said every time we approached the corner with a puddle of water she wanted to jump over while walking, holding onto my collar and sharing an umbrella. "i don't want to jump sue" "i know im sorry..its ok...i wont do it again, two three jump!"
sue apparently likes the def.
from any room in the house or outside ryan and i could hear sue.
$5 bet to talk everything sexy instead of drunk.
walking home sue told me (literally) every thirty seconds that my outfit was so good. she kept looking back up from the ground and thinking i was actually ben franklin.
sue lost her keys. again. but really, they were in her wallet.
while making me look for her keys sue admitted to being so drunk that she should stay home instead of party number two. once we got to party 2 she decided to go with conrad to party's 3,4 and 5 ? i told sue she was too drunk to go out and she said "if conrad doesn't come get me it's not like im going to find another ride but if he does i will go out." "because you want to makeout with someone?" i asked. "please are you kidding me...if i wanted to make out i could just make out with someone here. we all know it. i could make out if i wanted to. i just kind of want to go to another party."
I got a rude awakening to how my life as a student may be when I missed the whole weekend. Actually, I had a great weekend -- mostly snuggling with the boyfriend and watching movies when I wasn't working 38 hours in three days. But it seems he and I missed some good times.
First of all, congratulations to Tim and Charmaine. He proposed to her at their Hallowe'en party the other night with the help of a magician.
1. Text from Sue: "End of an era, target's tapped out of glow."
2. Downtown Kimmy Brown's Robin the Boy Wonder costume was anatomically correct. I accidentally molested her.
3. Dan K and Mike went out for a cigarette at Kurt and Julia's, and when they came back, Kurt was locked in his room watching "Family Guy" and everyone else--the entire party--had left. We were all going to RUBA, but only half of us made it because Julia started throwing up in people's bathrooms, so that crew decided to go home. Meanwhile, we were the only people at RUBA, and I got yelled at for having beer in my bag.
4. Still drunk at Rustica all morning on Saturday. I sobered up just in time for one of our ovens to break down for two days.
5. Foie gras protesters at the Standard Tap. They were so loud and annoying. The staff went out with a plate of foie gras samples, and one of the regulars, who's a vegan, went out and started yelling at various protesters for wearing leather shoes.
6. I got a text from Sue that said: "Andy?" She did not remember sending it.
7. Marilyn's text on Sunday morning: "Funny things = 9 missed calls from an unsecret admirer, then me turning around and doing the same to an unsecret crush...maybe [X] and I have more in common than I thought. Lesbians love me. & genna and me spending the majority of the night trying to figure out how crad & chris decide who gets to make out with sue & settling on rockpaperscissors. You were missed."
8. Now I go to Skinner's sometimes. I may be philosopartying next month in Chicago.
9. Overheard at Skinner's: "You're a fuckin' frownie brownie."
10. My phone was dead all day at work yesterday, and when I turned it on, I had texts from Woods asking me about which planet Deanna Troi was from.
Betazed. She's a Betazoid.
OK, fine, I had a good weekend. I feel better now.
(Like I told Chris, IT'S A HALLOWEEN MIRACLE! BEULAH HAS THE WORLD WIDE TODAY!)
Last night wasn't exploding with FT, so here's a partial:
1. outgoing text to Marilyn: "ok. Lost my outfit. oops." 2. RA fell alseep on the couch, sitting up with his legs crossed. Woke up at 6am to find his legs rendered totally useless. 3. Sarah decided to run home (from 6th St) in the morning. In her costume. "Look! It's Ben Franklin! Running!" 4. A purse full of glowing glowsticks. 5. MLB thinks he can sleep over whenever he wants now or something. Has learned to manipulate his little cat thumbs, and opened my door. 6. LOST: earring, eyelashes. 7. The Best Laid Saturday Plans: getting up, having breakfast and immediately hitting the Riverview. Staying there until dark. $7.50 well spent.
(Imagine pictures too, okay? It's just not happening for me today. See some Halloween here.)
2. CHRIS D TO ME: "just finished grading (BONG RIP) h h h h also Im now going to say socratic so that it sounds like CROTCH"
3. CHRIS D TO ME: "ew yikes meeting eric for quicky (beer) at ten at white dog"
4. (after I asked her about the bus) SUE TO ME: "I think i see it. maybe. or a truck."
5. SUE TO ME: "People on this bus are rad. how the heal scary, steal yr soul, voodoo sort of way."
6. SUE TO ME: "sorry abt a lot of mys-spellingz, and see you in, like, 5."
7. ME TO SUE: "It is so funny when I leave you guys to find Eric and accidentally at the same bar run into Brian Chessington. Funnier when he happens to be winning a chess match."
8. ME TO BEN AND CHRIS D: "They are playing Cake at this bar."
9. About ten or eleven completely disgusting "your mom" texts back and forth with me and Ben. I was impressed and horrified when I woke up and read them.
10. DAN K, THIS MORNING: "today the lady at thriftway just told the guy in front of me she quit smoking by focusing her attention on her hobby of collecting coca-cola memorabilia."
Probably about a million people have lived at Beulah before Sarah and I rolled in and turned it Magical Tour Ride Experience.
We get mail for all these people. Sarah usually throws it out, but I like to open it and read it (perhaps heralding back to when I used to get to open Brad Pitt's creepy fan mail?). Anyway, last night we got a real gem:
(unsigned, typed, and simply addressed to "Marti" on the envelope)
Marti, Marti, Marti,
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! you are not doing your job girl. You man has been a naughty boy these days. He is messing with a couple of people who you probably consider friends; Meeky (Iysharee girlfriend) and Nadiya (Snooky's sister) but they do not seem to think so. I also hear he is messing around with one of those Myers girls. I see it like this if your man is doing it you know his cousin is too. I hear he is messing with one of those Myers girls also. This seems to be enough to swallow for the time being, look to hear from me soon!!
Anonymity! Grammar reminiscent of something from Conrad 4's blog! Names possibly pulled from a late 80's Spike Lee Joint!
last night i watched mtv. then i thought about whether or not i should be embarrassed that when given the opportunity i would almost always want to watch mtv. this is what i decided. half the shows on mtv motivate me to try and do something with my life. the other half make me feel good about myself for not being such a fucking idiot.
Last weekend I had so much fun that it's taken me until today to recover enough to blog about it.
How about twenty funny things to celebrate?
1. J.K. Rowling announced that Dumbledore was gay and in love with Grindewald. Our entire understanding of the flaming phoenix, the long hours spent gazing at reflections in Pensieves, and the awesome anagram "Male bods rule, bud!" changed overnight.
2. At Silk on Thursday, Genna told us about an 18-year-old boy who's trying to date her. No. I told her, "He's a child, not a choice."
3. Later, Marilyn told us about the 22-year-old who looks like an 18-year old who's trying to date her. Yes. I told her, "He's a choice, not a child."
A lot of funny things happened at Making Time.
4. I got a text from a number I don't know with a very impressive and disturbing animated gif of a naked girl doing something to herself. If you need me to tell you what it was, find me and ask me. I don't really feel like putting it up here. It was funny, though.
5. Bizarro Chris!
6. Genna's text: "So that dude who looks like Chris told me he's seen me before. I've never noticed him. I'd better open up my other eye and pay attention!"
7. I was asked permission by a friend who wanted to ask out my sister. Listen, people, she's gonna make her own decisions, but that is one classy touch. I'm serious. If you want me to root for your team, that is the way to do it.
8. On Saturday, M and I followed my mom around Philly on a 10-mile diabetes walk that went up and down 100 flights of stairs all over the city. GO MOM! At the end of it, we walked into the Liacouras Center at Temple and found her talking to Mother Love, a late-nineties daytime trash TV talk show host who used to weigh about 300 pounds more or something and is now a star in the world of diabetic celebrities. My mom was totally gushing about her, and she wanted a picture with the four of us. Mother Love asked me if Marilyn was my girlfriend and looked a little embarrassed when I explained she was my sister. We took the picture, and then Mother Love looked at us and said, "Oh, now I see it." Then she pointed to me and said, "You would have been a pretty girl."
Duh, Mother Love.
9. We found Sarah on "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia." A tiny head in the background when they are drinking mimosas at the nonexistent cafe across from the Gleaners.
10. At Rustica, Luis tried to play White Zombie. Dan told me the whole time I was in Spain, he was slipping it on. I love family restaurants! Mexicawesome.
So many funny things happened at Jo's birthday party.
11. Josh ate like three cupcakes. Dude was fucked.
12. Sue heard that if you left batteries in something--I don't know if it was water or whisky or whatever--for half an hour and then lit it on fire, it would explode. Nope. Not true.
13. Somebody Jo didn't know came to the party and gave her a new TV.
14. Oops, the philosophers missed Erol Alkan and the surprise Justice show in New York, and then they came to Philly and got to the Justice show in time for the encore. Chris's text that came after the first few notes of the encore: "Ah! I am here!"
15. After nearly ruining Jo's birthday by accidentally not getting her a Justice ticket, I got her one and couldn't get a hold of her. Oh well, at least Genna got to go.
16. Imri! On crutches! That dude has come back from hibernation as an incredibly party-responsible person. If I had fractured my heels, I don't know if I would have been there.
17. Party of the year at Silk! Oh man. Crowdsurfing, stage diving, beer spraying everywhere, people swinging from light fixtures and breaking tables and glasses everywhere, Marilyn getting her ass grabbed by Spank Rock, the whole crowd, in fact, going berserk for Spank Rock when his song came on, and Justice showing up to their own afterparty. Much later, when I was locking up my bike outside of Silk City for the night, Mark Bee came out and said, "Were you at that party? That was fuckin' awesome! I mean, that was a good party, right? Right? That was a good party, right?" I said, "Yes," and he just kept saying, "That was fuckin' awesome!" It was four in the morning, and he was in there by himself cleaning up the aftermath.
18. We raced to RUBA. Running is the new not running. I got to make fun of Chris for getting beaten by a fag and a girl.
19. All of Northern Liberties and everyone from the Justice show was at RUBA. Everyone wanted to talk to my sister. The next day, somebody asked me when he was going to get my sister's phone number. Seriously? I said, "I don't know. I guess you'll have to ask her."
20. I am now a future graduate of Temple University. What? Weird. I can't wait to see how this pans out. There may be way fewer parties in my future...or way more. Only time will tell.
PS - Way to go, New Young Pony Club, and sorry, Fran, but I really liked "The Darjeeling Limited."
Sometimes Amanda meets creepy Italian men and gives them my contact information instead of hers. As a joke. They send me emails like this:
Ciao Bellisssima!
How was your trip back home? Hope not too boring 9hours in the train... I'm ready to go to play the tournament today hoping to do good as on tuesday. Meeting you has been something special to me, was long time i didn't meet a girl so beautiful and interesting as you,your wonderful eyes are on my mind... i really would love to keep in touch with you! about me you know just a bit...the professional player part :)... today i can tell you my birthday is july 5th and i'm a pretty good cook ;) i send you pics looking forward to read from you lots of kisses, Pier
I've temporarily abandoned being overdressed for things, and instead have been wearing an assortment of dirty jeans, pajamas and slippers. I'll get over it soon I hope.
Weekend was like this: Thursday, Silk, a little messy.
Friday, Making Time, $7 drinks.
Saturday, Jo's birthday (fun), MSTRCRFT @ Transit (a bust. Not just a bust, a super-duper expensive bust. $15?!).
Sunday, JUSTICE (a show, which was way less dance party than I hoped. And $20? Oops.), (a lot of people took photos like this) then Silk (too full for my scene last night, sorry I was out so fast).
(Those pictures probably don't all correspond to the right nights. Sorry.)
Here, a couple things that were funny:
At MT, some sort of Conrad I/Conrad II dance off?
We use glowsticks now to find each other. Some of us gave our glowsticks away, making it harder to find each other. Upset Genna who yells, "DON'T MAKE THE NEON A LIE!"
Bleach, bleach, dye, bleach, dye, dye, dye. Chemical burns on the neck. Getting better everyday, NBD.
A to M: "I think a lot of people, including Conrad, have the misconception that Sue and Conrad make out all the time."
A told me that you hae to clean out some dogs' (like pugs, like Rushmore specifically) so they don't get MOLD between their wrinkles. Gross.
Pinanta filled with lots of funny stuff for Jo's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO.
Okay that's all for this weekend I think. Possible supplements to follow.
For real, though, I have Google Calendar and I am so party-serious now. You tell me about your party, BANG! I text that shit to GCal and it'll remind me in two weeks an hour before the party starts. How much do we love the digital age?
Anyway, this weekend: is this really happening? Like, for real with this weekend? My mind is so blown.
1. When it rained so hard in Valencia, we were eating in the underground cave restaurant, and the rain was pouring through the ceiling. It took forever to get the check because our waitress was fervently mopping. When we ran out into the rain, a very excited and happy girl ran behind us for about a block, holding her giant umbrella out over our heads.
2. When we went to Spanish Making Time, we were excited about the flyers that said M.I.A. was going to be there. Oops, she was, but it was just a white German girl DJ who is also named M.I.A. All the Spaniards were really excited about her.
3. When Sue and I explored the city, we found it easier to talk about where to go next if we referred to Valencia's neighborhoods by the name of the Philly neighborhood they most closely resembled. We lived in Old City; trees are in West Philly; you get falafel on South Street; you eat in Northern Liberties; trash on the streets means you're in South Philly.
4. Speaking of things on the street, Spain is kind of my favorite place in the world right now, and its cities are, for the most part, immaculate, but if traveling there, make sure to watch where you step. People let their dogs shit literally everywhere. Then, during the siesta, old ladies come out and sprinkle cornmeal on the ubiquitous piles of turd, and an hour or two later, they sweep it into the street.
5. Sometimes, when Marilyn goes to Spain, she likes to find out how many H&Ms there are in Barcelona (two) and go to both of them right away.
6. Marilyn, to Sue: "Times a million...to speak your language."
7. You could only get free wifi at McDonald's. Hence, Conrad: "We are totally gonna go McBlog about that tomorrow."
8. Waitress, to me: "I like your jacket. And I like [Conrad's] tie. You should switch ties so one of you looks very good and the other one looks like a fool."
9. Sometimes, when I go to Spain, I like to iron clothes for literally hours a day. And spread an inch or two of Nutella on everything.
10. We bought a jug of wine that looked like a plastic gasoline canister. Gasovino.
11. Siesta is more than just real. Sometimes people don't go to work at all or open their shops because, you know, they don't feel like it. Sometimes people close early because, you know, they've made enough money for the day.
12. Bidets.
13. When I got back, the first thing I did was read Philly blogs and myspace bulletins for five hours. The next day at work, I spent an hour gushing about the trip to Dan, and when Conrad came in and Dan asked him if he had an amazing trip, Conrad said, "No."
14. Ben and I went to the P.O.P.E. that night for drinks, and while he ordered some kind of imported craft beer, I told the waitress that I had been in Spain for the last nine days and that all I wanted was the familiar stale-water-and-ashes swill that is PBR. You're so glad to have me back, Philly. You have no idea.
Sunday: JK takes us to the airport. Conrad and I fly on different flights, so I wait for him at VLC. While I'm waiting, I figure out the Metro, buy tickets that will get us near our apartment. I wait and wiat. No cell phones in Espana. So, after keeping waiting, I think we've missed each other, and I decide to meet him at Home Base. Take the Metro to our neighborhood. Arrive during siesta. Carry my bags to HB, but no sign of Conrad. Wait and waitn and wait in the neighborhood, employ an elaborate system of notes to direct Conrad to my hotel. Check in. Spend 10 Euro trying to call people. There's a carnival outside my hotel room and I can't sleep, and also can't figure out how to work the lights. No where will let me buy food with my Visa.
I am sad and alone in Spain. Fall asleep after a Spanish dubbed episode of the OC. Wake up around 11 and C is outside, and has found my hotel room! YES! We drink and watch Spanish tv. Sleep in 'til check out.
Monday: We move to our apt. Siesta. Another series of notes and we find M & A. We see the city a little, cook, drink wine and we watch LOST en Espanol.
Tuesday: We sleep a mllion. Grocery shop. Drink 2E bottles of wine and explore Valencia on foot. We go to the modern art museum.
Later, Conrad walks into a glass door at HB.
Hard. A dirty boy with a mohawk says he likes my (doggie) eyes, and asks Andy to "trade girlfriends", steps in dogshit and somehow put a peanut into my mouth. Andy tells me not to eat it, and we sucessfully avoid him for the rest of the night.
Wednesday: More of the same and we're sleeping a million, eathing, drinking, learning the tiny crooked streets. Things are closed all the time for holidays.
We rent bikes and take super great bike rides. Go out to eat.
Thursday: Conrad picks up our addition, Nick. A & I ride all over. A, M & I go eat tapas in a cave.
It pours rain, and we're wetter than we've ever been. We go home, drink wine, watch Sunny 'til we cant' anymore.
Friday: C & N wake early to play Magic, but it's been rained out. They return and we watch Spainish tv. We play cards during the day, and go to the Carmen at night to scope out parties. Find a fllier that looks like it might be Making Time. We go out for tapas again, and try to hit the club around 11. Oops Serious clubs in Valencia don't open 'til 1:30pm or later. We hang out at the harbor. Return to "the Mill" Drink a million 7E drinks. We dance with foreign boys and sparkly girls.
People want their picure taken with us. We're denied (!) 3x to go to the upstairs room, it seems only the trashiest euro kids get in. We dance 'til 6. Take 2 taxis home. A, M & I sleep so hard. C & N get up early for Magic.
Saturday:
A, M & I walk through the city.
See churches, eat Doner Kabob. See tiny cat houses.
Buy awesome America themed tattoos that we wear to clubs later.
Stop and see C play Magic, and it's everything we expected. We go to bars at night, everyone wants us to speak French. Foreign boys are confusing: A's new friend actually wanted to go home with us, not Andy. Pass. More bars, walk home, drinks, get Sunny.
Sunday: A & M fake leave. C & I do one last lap around the city, try to find the beach. City is too big for our tired feet. Come home and find a note from Crowleys, their train is full. We find them, siesta, dinner. C & I stay up super late watching movies and cleaning the apartments. The amount of recylcling we've accumlated is both astonishing and expected. We get to the airport at 5 or something, along with a million Magic boys.
Monday: I get a new flight which allows for a 28 hour layover (!) in Madrid. Check my bags, start dating the luggage locker boy. I see Madrid.
Learn a whole new Metro.
Tuesday: Spent most of the day at the Madrid airport. It's cold and huge. Spend the morning writing down what happened in Spain.
Lessons learned: 1. Euros are a trick. 2. Siesta is for real. 3. Boys all have this haircut with short hair in the front, dreadlocks in back. Terrible but grows on us. 4. The rain in Spain does NOT stay mainly in the plains. 5. Super cheap to drink in, super expensive to drink out. 6. Spanish television just won't make sense. 7. I love Beach House (thanks JB?). And Sunny. 8. Anybody who told me that everyone speaks English in Spain is a LYING LIAR. 9. Things without cellphones and computers aren't so bad. 10 days? NBD. 10. We still like Philly.
