the early bird gets drunk

yesterday, around 3pm, my boss comes back from a somethingorother having to do with the business expanding and pops open 3 bottles of champagne and one really nice bottle of whiskey. for the next 3 hours, people keep coming into the showroom regardless of the fact that all of us are pretty trashed--which means that the salespeople have to keep popping altoids every time they go to help a customer.

then we closed, went around the corner to a bar and had a lot more to drink. i somehow got home and passed out in my bed at 9:30.

that's 2 nights in a row of (free) heavy drinking with all my co-workers. that could be good, or it could start to get awkward. also, it's starting to affect my 5k time. sigh.

my seven hour trip to mexico

Last night I dreamt I took a trip to Mexico with some friends.

First of all, I forgot my passport (is that even necessary anymore?) so I just wrote my birthday on a piece of scrap paper (a la high school bars in new orleans) and gave it to the dude at the border. Then we did a bunch of fun things but the highlight was something I saw on a roadside---there was some busted up traveling circus/freak show with a mariachi band and a money smoking a cigar. But I actually found that incredibly banal.

What REALLY excited me was the lobster smoking the cigar. Now that's a new twist on an old thing! It looked something like this:



Then I woke up and wondered what type of tequila I had that made me blackout for the whole flight back to New York.

Then I really woke up and thought that was the stupidest dream ever but really wished it were all true.

Tim Russert

I can't find any good picture that can cheer me up...no LOLcats or anything.

I always admired a guy whose show was Sunday mornings. Also, he was the nicest person on television by far.




well, i must go off to do other things than blog at work.

also, note to self: i need to come in at 8:30's from now on. something about "summer hours"...i thought that meant coming in late..?

i haz cheezbrgr. ew

I got a little sad today, so I ate a cheeseburger :(





brgr is a much talked about burger place, but it's not so great. not for the 13 dollars i paid. granted, i got a turkey burger...but i've had way better. and the sweet potato fries were just disappointing. i hope shake shack is way better. sigh. a day of sadness. then i just got sadder and ate some ginger snaps.

whz i sad and eatz grosz brgr? becauz...literally all my friends ended up in NOLA and i am dying a not-so-noble death in yankeeland. i am here by CHOICE, dudez. the choice to become an aging old desk woman who has lolcat pictures in her blog.

and mah friends are all living together in some house with a dining room, living room, sunroom, and 2 bathrooms. that's 8 million more rooms than i have.

and then my parents were planning to go out of town for july 4th, so i didn't book tickets, and now they're not leaving and want me to come in town. for 500 dollars!?!? HMPH.


and also because the cleaning guy who is supposed to sweep around my desk "disappeared" according to his company. he was always sketchy and staring at me...i'm just glad i didn't happen "disappear" with him.

so now there's lint on the floor and not so good chzbrgr in my stomach.

also, the scaffold license for the thing they're building across the street expired two months ago. hmph!

melting

At least in New Orleans when it's so hot that you can't sleep, you can pretend you're in some Tennessee Williams play and numb your body with bourbon while waiting for the .01 mph breeze coming off the gulf.

but this is new york and i'm living in my over-priced 8x10 foot convection oven.

sacredheartburn jesuschrist. please give me a cocktail now.

it may be my last....

This borough is crazy!

Approximately 100 feet from my apartment is this coffee shop called Connecticut Muffin and they have a gazillion muffins and lots of frozen yogurt (different flavors every day!) They also play Purple Rain all day long! Somebody's getting fat and reminiscy this summer!

It is 95 degrees here in Bklyn and I lurv it.

I went running round my hood the other day and quickly discovered that super white girls shouldn't be running alone on certain sides of Prospect Park. In other unrelated news, I ran my fastest 5 miles ever in 35 minutes!

Last night I went to (and was invited to) an art gallery showing in Chelsea courtesy of my swank connections at work. I had a lot of wine and champagne, which led to a furious brainstorm about crashing gallery openings...which means I won't need to rely on seedy old men who ask me my shoe size for my liquid medication!

At the showing, I was also convinced by a friend at work to join the Brooklyn food co-op!

I also opened my nyc bank account the other day and the banker saw my ID and said "you know, it's not that hard to go over the 34th and 8th and just get a NY state ID." To which I had to say, "It's pretty much near impossible to do that if you're from New Orleans." And then Larry said, "You New Orleans people are so loyal."

Yes, and...?

I have to go...the heat and concrete are calling me!

Dispatches from my momma

"I am just so with it. One of the great things about working at a law office in Metairie is that we have ditched the panty hose. Except that the office is cold as h_____. The day I wore pany hose because I was going to meet with one of Pat's clients I was so much more comfortable--until I left the office. I'm voting for pantyhose only if I go to court or meet with clients. Or if the men have to wear black or white tie.

Just call me a 20-something 59 year-old."

yawwhhn

Today is boring. I wonder if everyone else here is trying to look like they have something to do. Cue my role from How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying.

I don't think the coffee here is caffeinated either. I may convert to shots of espresso.

Oh boy! Now I have something to do!

Goodnight, Brooklyn.

Manhattan, you're missed.

it's too quiet here in the 'burbs.

Good to know

Reading an article about schools that produce the most millionaires:

"A dubious distinction goes to New York University. The school has five dropouts who have gone on to become billionaires."

I find this out 3 weeks too late. Am doomed.