Monday, February 19, 2007

weekend entertainment.

i'll start by apologizing for the irratic font thing we have going on - i like everything looking uniform, but lately i don't know if i'm tired of using trebuchet, or tired of the general look of our little site, or just getting old and blind and finding it harder to read what we've been posting, so i'm trying to change some things up. bear with us until we find our groove.

so a few snippets from this blissfully long and incredibly enjoyable weekend,

i knew i was being a bit of an ass on saturday when leaving the house in a pair of ballet flats, but i had a lot of roaming around to do that afternoon and evening and my feet have bored of being booted up all the time, so slush be damned, i trotted off in them. while on my way to the met (their 'glitter and doom' exhibition was awesome) i managed to find an even bigger asshole - the guy attempting to navigate his way around the snow piles on his segway. it took him about 5 minutes to find a way off the curb, as he circled around our fellow pedestrians and the mounds of snow piled up on the corners. i think segways are naturally hilarious, so spotting one in such a ridiculous situation had me in stitches for the rest of the afternoon.

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did you know that pharell's clothing line makes a hoodie with an all-over print of beepers and cigarette butts? i didn't either until this 12 year old (ok, he was 21 but looked 12, as missy and i learned when he approached us smirking and stating "i couldn't help but notice you lookin' at me" and missy informed him "yes, we were trying to figure out exactly how old you are. our guess is 19.") at a bar the other night was rockin one. we tried to steal it, to no avail, as it was definitely the most ghetto fabulous article of clothing we had seen in some time.
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i was addressed last night by a random stranger with "hey rockstar", which is definitely the most creative greeting i've gotten in awhile. and really if you're a male trying to get my attention in a bar, calling me a rockstar gives you a vastly better chance over those sheep using 'hey baby' and 'you're hot'.

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alternatively, what should you not say to a random stranger? while up at the bar getting us drinks my friend found this guy celebrating his bday and as we were out for a birthday as well, invited him over to our table. i somehow wound up being the one left to entertain him, which i suppose was fitting since it turns out he was in fact a 'rockstar' himself, a man in a band, wearing more eyeliner than i was and toting his drumsticks around. in the midst of chatting i noticed he had pulled out a pair of gloves and was putting them on. i could tell they were gloves for drumming, but as he wasn't going onstage and the only thing in his hand was a miller lite i thought this to be a little bizarre, and thinking it was amusing, inquired if he planned on murdering someone at the table. he gave me a short little 'no' accompanied by a scowl - not at all the reaction i was expecting considering i was laughing hysterically at this inside my head - and conversation died down shortly after. oh well. lesson learned - perhaps men in eye makeup don't take jokes as well as others.



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