Confusing moment of the day
Date: Mar 28th, 2007 12:26:32 pm - Subscribe


Okay, so I started out as a girl-next-door-quasi-hippy-type, Grammy nominated British soul singer -- and now I'm one of those freaky models on the cover of Sephora with the green eyeshadow and purple blush and plastic fangs in my mouth.

I think the Onion said it best, though.
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Repeat after me. Pepper.
Date: Mar 27th, 2007 10:59:41 am - Subscribe


I'm so excited because I just stumbled on a weekly Huffington Post blog by Nora Ephron. I'm rather new to the Huffington Post (I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes), and while a brief perusal of the commentary site doesn't really seem to pique my interest too much, this blog does. I've always admired Nora Ephron's writing and yes, it started with When Harry Met Sally (where, it seems, most every 'start' with me began there).

You made a woman meow?
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Ho-hum Sunday
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:28:51 pm - Subscribe


John headed off this morning to NYC for business. He's gone for a week. I'm feeling particularly PMS-y so him leaving has put me in a glum mood. He goes on business trips two to three times a year, so you'd think I'd be pretty much used to it. Well, I am used to it -- until he actually leaves, again, and then I realize exactly how lame I am. I really don't know what to do with myself. It's so boring. And then, eventually, I start resorting to how I was when I was single: I start mumbling to myself, spend all my time at the gym, eat like crap, drink more than I normally do, and go to bed late.

LAME.

We made up for him being gone this week by having a fun weekend, though. Friday we went out to dinner and drinks at our old haunt, Harvard Gardens -- and realized they changed the menu. They had THE best spinach and artichoke dip. Now it's not even on the menu. I was crushed, but got over it. We split a couple of apps and he had a whiskey, me some pinot. We wandered up to Central Square to Rodney's and finally bought a 2007 calendar. We wanted another pinup girl calendar like last year's but we waited too long. So we bought some weird trivia one instead. It was a nice night so we walked back to Union.

Saturday we went shopping at the Pru/Copley, and Downtown Crossing. We took a disco nap around 8 p.m. and then headed to the Abbey to hear a couple of our favorite bands -- The Alrighters and the Raging Teens. It was awesome. We finally found the cure for that sudden tiredness that hits around midnight while watching bands: the disco nap. Seriously. A half-hour nap before you go out does wonders. We were able to rock right to the bitter end. The Pug Uglies also played -- they were a punk band neither John nor I had heard of but they were awesome. I'm not as big of a punk fan as John is but they had a good sound nonetheless. We both decided after hearing the Raging Teens that those swing dance lessons needed to happen soon.

Oh, my bitter moment of the night: there was this annoying couple in front of us that irritated the shit out of me. They were that typical couple that really don't look like they belong there and just stand their and make fun of the bands. Annoying! I mean, why bother to come if you're going have that sour puss expression on your face when the lead singer from the Pug Uglies yells, "FUCK YOU, MUTHAFUCKAHS!"? The girl was one of those poor-man Burberry chicks with her necklace from Claire's, sipping her Long Island Iced Tea, and the guy was looking around nervously and tossing back his PBR pounder. John noticed it, too -- this was not just one of my own little, bitter observations.

Anyway.

And today I've done basically nothing beyond two loads of laundry and dorked out to the Sims.

Ah, I'm just whining, really. It's just one of those Sundays, you know?
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Wow, really?
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:28:11 pm - Subscribe


You know, it never occurred to me that anything that's deep fried, batter dipped, breaded, consists of reconstituted meat, or has enough sodium to make the Dead Sea hang its head in shame, could actually be unhealthy.




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'May I Help You' Get the Hell Out of My Face?
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:27:03 pm - Subscribe


Once in a blue moon during my lunch I take a five-minute walk to Faneuil Hall, just to get some air and stretch my legs (Christ, I sound like an old woman). It's not half-bad on days like this because the place isn't teeming with obnoxious, camera-clad tourists when the temperature outside clocks in at 22 degrees.

So, this afternoon I chose to first visit the near-bankrupt Gap and once I saw that the place really had nothing for a person older than 22 anymore, I walked downstairs to Ann Taylor Loft. I always forget how much I hate that particular store. First of all, a rather involved Petites section makes up 1/3 of the miniscule store. Apparently there's an influx of 5'4" and shorter women shopping in the Faneuil Hall-area. Who knew? Secondly, the salesgirls in there never have anything to do. They're so desperate to do something, anything, beyond folding v-neck sweaters that all you get the moment you walk in is, "Hi, welcome to Ann Taylor Loft! If you need anything just let me know!," followed by "May I help you with anything?," after 30 seconds of you wandering around, trying to figure out why the place has such a large Petites section. I had four separate salesgirls give me the Greeting schpiel today; one girl actually said it to me twice in five minutes. Add this grating annoyance to the sad bastard music(zak) and you have yourself one fit-to-be-tied DrknStormy. Oh, and apparently when a salesgirl accosts you with the aforementioned greeting, that greeting counts at the register as "being helped." You could find a sweater all on your own, take it to the dressing room to try on ,and then bring it back for another size -- all by yourself -- but those greetings seemingly count, now. The following is an actual exchange between me and an Ann Taylor Loft salesgirl when I brought my purchase up to the register:

Salesgirl: Hi, did you find everything you were looking for today?!

Me: Yes, I did -- thanks.

Salesgirl (scanning price tag on sweater): Did anyone help you out today?!

Me (quickly tries to recall anyone helping her with sizes or fashion advice, etc): Um, no.

Salesgirl (waits a beat and folds up sweater): Well, I helped you today -- I mean, I asked if you needed help . . . So, did anyone offer to help you today?

Me (giving Salesgirl a look): Uh, okay -- then, yes, you offered to help me today.

Salesgirl (punches in her sales code with marked emphasis): Thanks.

Me: You're welcome!
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This is why I need to move
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:24:41 pm - Subscribe


For the past three days last week we had beautiful weather: low-mid 60s -- we even managed to crack 70 on Wednesday. Instead of a wool jacket, I've been wearing my light fleece. When I jog in the morning I'm not freezing my ass off.

I just looked outside a few moments ago. It's fucking snowing sideways.

BITE ME.

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Tonics in Eastie
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:23:47 pm - Subscribe


We took a little trip over to the Orient Heights-section of Eastie. John's colleague has a 2-bed apartment in their 3-family house up for rent in July -- the price is right and I guess the place is huge. Since neither of us have ever considered living in East Boston (let alone ever went over there for any reason), we thought it would be a good idea to see what the area was like. During out jaunt, we grabbed lunch at this place called Victory Pub, a townie joint that was really big on Keno. After ordering the normal pub fare, the jolly, grandfather-like waiter came by to check up on us. He looked quickly at my half-full Coke and said, "Hey hun, would you like another tonic?"

I almost fell over. After almost a decade living in this city and seeing those email forwards of "You Know You Live in Boston When…," I've never heard anyone refer to soda as "tonic," even though it's apparently a Bostonian term. That made my day, seriously. Haha.

Oh, and the Orient Height section of Eastie reminds me of the Winter Hill section of Somerville -- well, minus the shootings, of course.
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Being tagged
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:23:10 pm - Subscribe


11 Random Things About Me

1. I don't like to shop for clothes. While I love the clothes in certain stores, I will do everything in my power to not shop. I will wait until the very last minute when I absolutely need a particular item of clothing before I will shop. However, shopping for random shit at the Apple Store, Best Buy, or a book store -- well, then, that's another story.

2. I cannot stand Zach Braff. To appease a friend of mine, I've made myself sit through at least two-and-a-half episodes of Scrubs and I still do not find him, or the show, funny at all. Garden State was probably one of the worst movies I've ever seen. Whine whine whine I can't figure out what to do with my life whine whine whine. As if that topic hasn't been explored ad nauseum. Oh, but set those quasi-pensive, angst-ridden, trying-ridiculously-hard-to-be-film-school-"deep" moments of metaphorical silence against a soundtrack of Coldplay and The Shins and, by golly, you have a fucking epic on your hands. Mark it!

3. I loathe reality television.

4. As a kid, I re-created Terabithia in the woods behind my house after reading the book, Bridge to Terabithia. The trees were too weak to hold a rope swing so I jumped 13 chapters ahead and used a wooded plank across the brook.

5. As a teenager, I used to record episodes of Cheers on the radio using the local NBC affiliate's frequency and then type out the dialogue into my own, personal television scripts.

6. I was first engaged at the ripe old age of 23.

7. I don't understand women's fashion, especially the following trends: UGG boots, wearing UGG boots with tiny mini skirts, pointy-toed shoes, those lip plumping lipsticks, gaucho pants, baby doll dresses that could double for maternity garb, and any designer who thinks all women wear size 0-2 and are hipless, breastless freaks.

8. When I jog, sometimes I imagine a cougar running after me.

9. I took 13 years of classical piano lessons.

10. When I had cable, I absolutely loved The Travel Channel, and any good paranormal documentary on the Discovery Channel.

11. I love reading medical studies.
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I failed to do my civic duty
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:21:51 pm - Subscribe


After work a couple of weeks ago, while walking to the train, I turned onto Otis Street and I happened to notice a green, enclosed, plastic container-item on the sidewalk, laying next to a street sign. I noticed it immediately because it looked very out of place. Plus it reminded me of a small animal trap in size and shape -- either that or I thought maybe it had something to do with, I don't know, utilities or NStar. I did find it strange to be there, though, just hanging out in the open, next to the sign. I'm a nosey person so there was a part of me that was going to walk back and take a look at it but I had a train to catch so I kept going.

This morning as I'm walking the same route back to work, I come up to the same street as last night and this time I'm diverted to another route as there are cops, an ambulance, the Boston Police Department Bomb Squad van parked in the street, and a quarter of the block was yellow taped-off. I walked by and of course, gawked, trying to see what was going on beyond the yellow tape. Nothing looked out of place until my eyes found the green box, again, as it was still sitting next to the street sign, this time accompanied by something that looked like a duffel bag.

Now, it's almost noon and I've checked Boston.com a few times to see if there have been any news flashes about a bomb being three blocks up from my building but there hasn't been anything posted. I'm guessing it wasn't anything to begin with.

There's a part of me that thinks, maybe upon seeing the green container, I should've said something to someone. But then again, it seriously looked like just a green plastic box shaped like a trap for some small animal. It's like John said when I IMd him the story this morning, the whole problem with the "see something and say something" logic is that there is a lot of stuff on the average street that could look threatening.
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'Sliders' v. Sliding Glass Doors
Date: Mar 26th, 2007 1:21:14 pm - Subscribe


A few weeks ago, we had tickets with another Couple Friends to see Bob Marley at the Comedy Connection. He was okay. I laughed more hearing the opening act, Kelly MacFarland, whose apparent claim-to-fame (beyond being a comic) is Season One of "The Biggest Loser." She was pretty bitter, in a funny way. Her voice was a little grating at first -- sort of like "Karen" from Will and Grace but more hyper like she was strung out on 17 Red Bulls.

Anyway, yeah, so, Marley went to the same college as me (that's a freebie for your next Trivia night) and I saw him perform a couple of times during our Spring Flings, which are weekends held in -- duh -- the Spring and that never failed to be either 1) too cold, still, to do anything outside, or 2) cold and rainy, so everything was held in that godforsaken cafeteria, including whatever BBQ/Circus Food they cooked up to serve. Nothing like sitting on the floor of a cafeteria, chomping down on grilled chicken and corndogs while Bill von Tobel does magic.

Anyway, I didn't laugh as much on Saturday as I thought I would. I was hoping he'd tool on Maine a bit but the only thing he did were some bits with a really over-the-top accent and one on sliding glass doors -- which he called "sliders" and claimed that all Mainers called them that. While I'm trying to wrap my head around that one (my family never referred to them as "sliders"), he went on to explain that the way Maine people locked their "sliders" is by placing a wooden 2x4 in front of it. Wha --? Apparently everyone agreed with him because I jumped as the entire room burst out in laughter and applauded, as if they wholeheartedly, why, yes, of course! agreed with Mr. Bob Marley on this particular Maine tidbit.

I looked at John. This outburst also confirmed the bet between us how the entire state of Maine took the Downeaster to Boston on Saturday just for the Bob Marley show. We joked about it when we first arrived 45 minutes before the 6 p.m. show and there was a line out the door that wrapped around the stairs. And then when we saw the couple with mullets and wearing Budweiser t-shirts, we pretty much assumed that was the case.
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