has some faction of pop culture that i don't pay attention to - i.e. american idol, SNL, perez hilton, youtube, anything played on the radio - brought back the exclamations "yowza" and "wowza"??
i've been noticing them creeping up into conversation and correspondence with friends/acquaintances/colleagues for the past few months, but recently i've been seeing the words SO often i've decided it just has to be some new trend that i'm not privy to.
so what am i missing? or is this just happening because i'm getting older, so yowza is a necessary language adjustment i have to get used to, like calling the guy next to me "sonny boy" and exclaiming "oh my heavens".
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
raining laughing cats and dogs.
Monday, March 24, 2008
hoppy holidays peeple.
the breakfast cereal ones are my faves.
and as we're just now coming out of our peep-induced sugar coma...if you did celebrate easter yesterday, a happy belated one.
in what could be deemed as a slightly sadistic twist to the holiday, my grandmother opted to bring back an age-old family tradition and served rabbit - amongst a ton of other things - to celebrate. this caused major debate over dinner, and divided the family into the "i won't eat peter cottontail" - a phrase actually uttered during the course of the day - and the "screw the easter bunny! rabbit braised in red wine is just damn good" camps.
loveandcyanide was of course in the latter group, and we proved victorious. hoorah.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
possibly the most math i've done in a decade.
at the deli across the street from my parents house - where i was this morning - they don't have an actual metrocard vending machine, so they have pre-packaged cards in denominations such as $10, $20, $50. normal, round numbers.
as i asked for a $10 card, the cashier laughed and said "oh, you mean the new $7 one?". i said sure, since i only needed $5 to get on the bus and into the city, and said bus was coming up the street and i didn't want to ask questions and miss it. but i thought a $7 card seemed ridiculous, especially being sold at this particular store in front of an express bus stop, since a buyer wouldn't even get a Staten Island round-trip out of it.
when i got on the bus and read the little package the card came in, things got even more ridiculous. the card came with a $1.05 bonus. what?! what genius came up with this? also noted on the package was this cheerful little notice:
after use, 5 cents will remain, which you can use when you refill your card.
really, mta?? how helpful! thank you!! so i actually have to fill the card forty times to get enough of these bonus nickels to equal one stinkin $2 subway ride.
as i asked for a $10 card, the cashier laughed and said "oh, you mean the new $7 one?". i said sure, since i only needed $5 to get on the bus and into the city, and said bus was coming up the street and i didn't want to ask questions and miss it. but i thought a $7 card seemed ridiculous, especially being sold at this particular store in front of an express bus stop, since a buyer wouldn't even get a Staten Island round-trip out of it.
when i got on the bus and read the little package the card came in, things got even more ridiculous. the card came with a $1.05 bonus. what?! what genius came up with this? also noted on the package was this cheerful little notice:
after use, 5 cents will remain, which you can use when you refill your card.
really, mta?? how helpful! thank you!! so i actually have to fill the card forty times to get enough of these bonus nickels to equal one stinkin $2 subway ride.
Monday, March 17, 2008
some sisters just eat their frosted flakes. without inspection.
i don't know about you guys, but i've eaten at least 1000 cereal flakes that looked like this one.
little did missy and i know that we've been missing out on oodles of money-making opportunities!
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and while i'm on the subject of scamming, the riches starts its second season tomorrow night. its an awesome show, and we highly recommend tuning in if your Tuesday, 10pm EST time slot isn't already filled.
little did missy and i know that we've been missing out on oodles of money-making opportunities!
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and while i'm on the subject of scamming, the riches starts its second season tomorrow night. its an awesome show, and we highly recommend tuning in if your Tuesday, 10pm EST time slot isn't already filled.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
mollusks and me.
according to my sources, today is National Baked Scallops Day. happy happy! i hope everyone goes out and celebrates accordingly. the scallop is one of the items from the sea that i find most enjoyable (most likely because it doesn't look, taste, smell or act fishy). most especially when the little mollusk is wrapped in bacon...
and speaking of bacon, my favorite pig part was the theme of a most incredibly awesome and factual belated birthday present post from dear reader soulspeak23 - thank you again! - i was once part of a Staten-Island-Mall-bought best friend charm with her (it was one of those snazzy three-part ones, for all us BFF trios out there), and this was clearly a reason why. but enough of my nostalgia - just go over there and read it!
and speaking of birthday present postings, i did celebrate a birthday over the weekend - a kickoff to my late 20's, filled with flowers and fun and friends and a most awesome dinner. and then an awesome dinner party. and then an awesome family dinner. and then 3 more dinners to come between this week and next. whew! at the rate i'm being fed, i may not see my thirties.
its funny though, as i hadn't thought of 28 as a big deal age - then suddenly there are high school reunion talks and the realization that i'm reaching the "OMG, we've been friends for a decade. a whole decade!" point with a bunch of college friends - and i guess that 28 is some sort of milestone (even if its only really a milestone because its a milestone distance from the milestone of 18).
and then i read an article on christina ricci - an actress i never liked for the sheer fact that her name is rather similar to my own - and she brought up how she believes in 7-year cycles, and that everything in life changes in these 7-year phases, and as she just turned 28 too, she was looking forward to her new fourth cycle. i found this kind of interesting as i've been dealing with a number of big changes lately, so i'm just going to attribute them to the fact that my big shiny new fourth phase is starting as well.
i was now supposed to nicely tie this in to the life cycle of a scallop, but hell, they apparently can live until age 18, a number not easily divisible by 7. ah well.
and speaking of bacon, my favorite pig part was the theme of a most incredibly awesome and factual belated birthday present post from dear reader soulspeak23 - thank you again! - i was once part of a Staten-Island-Mall-bought best friend charm with her (it was one of those snazzy three-part ones, for all us BFF trios out there), and this was clearly a reason why. but enough of my nostalgia - just go over there and read it!
and speaking of birthday present postings, i did celebrate a birthday over the weekend - a kickoff to my late 20's, filled with flowers and fun and friends and a most awesome dinner. and then an awesome dinner party. and then an awesome family dinner. and then 3 more dinners to come between this week and next. whew! at the rate i'm being fed, i may not see my thirties.
its funny though, as i hadn't thought of 28 as a big deal age - then suddenly there are high school reunion talks and the realization that i'm reaching the "OMG, we've been friends for a decade. a whole decade!" point with a bunch of college friends - and i guess that 28 is some sort of milestone (even if its only really a milestone because its a milestone distance from the milestone of 18).
and then i read an article on christina ricci - an actress i never liked for the sheer fact that her name is rather similar to my own - and she brought up how she believes in 7-year cycles, and that everything in life changes in these 7-year phases, and as she just turned 28 too, she was looking forward to her new fourth cycle. i found this kind of interesting as i've been dealing with a number of big changes lately, so i'm just going to attribute them to the fact that my big shiny new fourth phase is starting as well.
i was now supposed to nicely tie this in to the life cycle of a scallop, but hell, they apparently can live until age 18, a number not easily divisible by 7. ah well.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
a berry good evening.
because we adore food, and missy loves to cook, and i love to do everything involved with cooking besides the actual cooking itself, we tend to make dinner a lot more than most of our friends do. which keeps us pretty consistent with how we grew up, as our mom didn't work back then, and so we rarely ordered out, or ate the pre-made quick stuff - we actually did not own a microwave until i went off to college. no, seriously. - as there was some sort of home cooked meal on the table every single night.
due to these two facts, we've missed out on the pleasure that can be found in a simplistic evening meal. like having cereal for dinner.
we did it last night on a whim, and it was so super exciting. it just might have been the best bowl of cap'n crunch's crunchberries i've ever had.
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and speaking of crunchberries, my obsession with them stems from the fact that as a kid, one of my absolute favorite cereals was smurfberry crunch - and go figure, crunchberries taste exactly like smurfberries. do you guys remember them? anytime i bring them up, people loo
k at me like i'm crazy. (look to the left folks - i'm not)
i mean, i guess it is possible the cereal was only in stores for a short period of time because my grandmother was the only person buying it...but there must have been at least one other kid out there enjoying this smurfalicious treat.
due to these two facts, we've missed out on the pleasure that can be found in a simplistic evening meal. like having cereal for dinner.
we did it last night on a whim, and it was so super exciting. it just might have been the best bowl of cap'n crunch's crunchberries i've ever had.
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and speaking of crunchberries, my obsession with them stems from the fact that as a kid, one of my absolute favorite cereals was smurfberry crunch - and go figure, crunchberries taste exactly like smurfberries. do you guys remember them? anytime i bring them up, people loo
k at me like i'm crazy. (look to the left folks - i'm not)i mean, i guess it is possible the cereal was only in stores for a short period of time because my grandmother was the only person buying it...but there must have been at least one other kid out there enjoying this smurfalicious treat.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
totally tattler tuesday.
i've been all wrapped up in this today, which i suppose is partly because i work in the industry, but i guess mainly because i am a reader.
and as a reader, i care about a story itself, not so much about the circumstances under which the story might have been written. sure, blatantly lying to get a book published is wrong, but similar to all that james frey nonsense awhile back, i feel like all the "shocker! this isn't a memoir" hoopla isn't so much about morals as it is about saving face for the media who had previously heaped praise on a book that they thought was something it wasn't.
anyways, what i find most fascinating about this particular tale of literary hoodwinking is that the author's sister ratted her out. goodness! and here missy and i thought that sometimes we tattled too much on the other.
and as a reader, i care about a story itself, not so much about the circumstances under which the story might have been written. sure, blatantly lying to get a book published is wrong, but similar to all that james frey nonsense awhile back, i feel like all the "shocker! this isn't a memoir" hoopla isn't so much about morals as it is about saving face for the media who had previously heaped praise on a book that they thought was something it wasn't.
anyways, what i find most fascinating about this particular tale of literary hoodwinking is that the author's sister ratted her out. goodness! and here missy and i thought that sometimes we tattled too much on the other.
Monday, March 03, 2008
chrissy and the chamber of secrets.
on each floor of our apartment building there are 2 apartments and a hall closet. when we moved in, our broker told us that the sizable hall closet was up for grabs, and whichever apt requested it first would get it, and then have it locked up. missy and i inspected the space, and while we could have easily filled it with all our miscellaneous crap, decided it wasn't worth the extra $25 a month rental fee, when we have our parents' house a mere 40 minutes away to serve as our (free) storage facility.
months went by and our closet wasn't claimed (we know this because every time we were out in the hall waiting for the elevator we would give each other the "let's check the closet" look, and every time we tried the door it was unlocked, closet empty), and since it technically is on our side of the building (the hall is like 8 ft. long, so i suppose this isn't saying much) we mentally staked claim on the chamber, figuring we could use it whenever we saw fit.
and then one saturday i heard all this ruckus in the hallway, and later that evening we tried the closet door, and wouldn't you know - it was locked. our neighbors had claimed it.
and while i know i'm bitter about this now only because we finally realized a perfect use for it* after it was gone, i really do wonder what they need to store in there. (they don't have bikes - i know that's the obvious one) they are one couple in a good-sized two-bedroom, the same good-sized apt that two sisters and a stuffed Bear, all with shopping fetishes, manage to share. what could they possibly need an extra closet for?
anyways, they were outside my door rustling around in their closet before, and i had to use all my willpower to keep from bursting into the hallway to see what their closet cache contains.
i will find out someday.
*perfect use: as a photo booth during our parties. (ok, so, fine. we don't have authentic photo booth equipment. but stick a polaroid, a stool, and some drunk people in there and a good time was guaranteed). we have also, for years, have been so desperately wanting to host a real world party**, and the closet would have made for a marvelous confessional. damn you, apt 5A!!
**can you believe that NONE of our friends have a video camera? this has been a massive hindrance to this party theme. we need to make better electronically equipped acquaintances.
months went by and our closet wasn't claimed (we know this because every time we were out in the hall waiting for the elevator we would give each other the "let's check the closet" look, and every time we tried the door it was unlocked, closet empty), and since it technically is on our side of the building (the hall is like 8 ft. long, so i suppose this isn't saying much) we mentally staked claim on the chamber, figuring we could use it whenever we saw fit.
and then one saturday i heard all this ruckus in the hallway, and later that evening we tried the closet door, and wouldn't you know - it was locked. our neighbors had claimed it.
and while i know i'm bitter about this now only because we finally realized a perfect use for it* after it was gone, i really do wonder what they need to store in there. (they don't have bikes - i know that's the obvious one) they are one couple in a good-sized two-bedroom, the same good-sized apt that two sisters and a stuffed Bear, all with shopping fetishes, manage to share. what could they possibly need an extra closet for?
anyways, they were outside my door rustling around in their closet before, and i had to use all my willpower to keep from bursting into the hallway to see what their closet cache contains.
i will find out someday.
*perfect use: as a photo booth during our parties. (ok, so, fine. we don't have authentic photo booth equipment. but stick a polaroid, a stool, and some drunk people in there and a good time was guaranteed). we have also, for years, have been so desperately wanting to host a real world party**, and the closet would have made for a marvelous confessional. damn you, apt 5A!!
**can you believe that NONE of our friends have a video camera? this has been a massive hindrance to this party theme. we need to make better electronically equipped acquaintances.
Friday, February 29, 2008
on what day of the year can we celebrate the neutron dance?
i'm finding it humorous that the minute i started reading an article on leap day, the pointer sister's song "jump" got stuck in my head.
when we were kids, missy and i used to get up on the couch whenever this song would come on the radio. then as the pointer sisters sang the chorus, the loveandcyanide sisters would jump off the couch, scramble back on, and repeat the cycle every time they sang that magical word.
i am certain my parents and the people who lived below us on the second floor must have loved this little show we put on.
happy leap day!
when we were kids, missy and i used to get up on the couch whenever this song would come on the radio. then as the pointer sisters sang the chorus, the loveandcyanide sisters would jump off the couch, scramble back on, and repeat the cycle every time they sang that magical word.
i am certain my parents and the people who lived below us on the second floor must have loved this little show we put on.
happy leap day!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
new excuses for not picking up your phone.
my father called me earlier, which isn't too surprising as he left me a message last night and i never called him back, and when that happens then typically missy or i receive a call the next morning to make sure we're alive and well.
my father's phonecalls, as i'm pretty sure we have mentioned before, while made out of care and concern (and while we laugh/complain to each other about them, we know we're lucky to have this and do truly appreciate this) usually are somewhat pointless/ridiculous. his small talk kind of fascinates me, as in a 5-minute conversation to find out how his daughter is, he'll never once actually ask me how i am. i complained about that fact to him last week, and still, these were today's topics during our brief chat:
1. how cold it is today. (ok, a pretty standard parental concern, that you're dressing warmly...although i am a functioning adult, on the verge of 28 years old)
2. my thoughts on/general speculation about whether or not missy knew it would be so cold out today, and if she dressed for such cold. (considering i did not see missy this morning, something he was aware of, nor am i missy or inside missy's head, i had no response for this one)
3. valerie bertinelli. (i gave up)
my father's phonecalls, as i'm pretty sure we have mentioned before, while made out of care and concern (and while we laugh/complain to each other about them, we know we're lucky to have this and do truly appreciate this) usually are somewhat pointless/ridiculous. his small talk kind of fascinates me, as in a 5-minute conversation to find out how his daughter is, he'll never once actually ask me how i am. i complained about that fact to him last week, and still, these were today's topics during our brief chat:
1. how cold it is today. (ok, a pretty standard parental concern, that you're dressing warmly...although i am a functioning adult, on the verge of 28 years old)
2. my thoughts on/general speculation about whether or not missy knew it would be so cold out today, and if she dressed for such cold. (considering i did not see missy this morning, something he was aware of, nor am i missy or inside missy's head, i had no response for this one)
3. valerie bertinelli. (i gave up)
new excuses for lateness!
i spotted this health ad on the subway today (the following advice was accompanied by a photo of some nasty looking, pollen coated little plant):
pollen counts are highest between 5am and 10am.
stay indoors if you can.
so come april, i suppose my work arrival time will be sometime around noon.
pollen counts are highest between 5am and 10am.
stay indoors if you can.
so come april, i suppose my work arrival time will be sometime around noon.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
what's playing.
when i first heard about vampire weekend i got all excited about the vampire part of the band name, how fun it is, imagine a weekend with a bunch of musical vampires?!, blahblah. i of course never got around to listening to them, and in the past weeks got all caught up in the hype/backlash/constant buzz about the band and wound up resorting to my "you're overexposed and so now i hate you" stance with them (cutesy name and images and all).
after an accidental listen i got hooked...andddd i've been enjoying the vampires all week now.
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two other entries in the "music i'm into this week" category:
the raveonette's "aly, walk with me" - puts me in the mood for a tarantino movie marathon.
bob mould's "again and again" - the lyrics kinda make you want to cut your heart out and put it in a cabinet (i mean that in the nicest way possible).
after an accidental listen i got hooked...andddd i've been enjoying the vampires all week now.
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two other entries in the "music i'm into this week" category:
the raveonette's "aly, walk with me" - puts me in the mood for a tarantino movie marathon.
bob mould's "again and again" - the lyrics kinda make you want to cut your heart out and put it in a cabinet (i mean that in the nicest way possible).
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
going bananas.
i hadn't noticed it, but i guess i've been eating a lot of bananas lately.
mother donated a bunch to me, and then whilst grocery shopping the other week i picked some more up, since i knew a wisdom teeth extraction was on my horizon and i'd probably want a soft fruit around. and then the following week my mouth still felt a little tender, and so i bought more bananas...
but i wasn't aware of all this. until today, one of our interns was in my office, and a banana, my future breakfast, was sitting on my desk, and the girl said to me "you really like bananas, huh?"
which means that i am now the creepy banana girl and i can't have any more until july.
mother donated a bunch to me, and then whilst grocery shopping the other week i picked some more up, since i knew a wisdom teeth extraction was on my horizon and i'd probably want a soft fruit around. and then the following week my mouth still felt a little tender, and so i bought more bananas...
but i wasn't aware of all this. until today, one of our interns was in my office, and a banana, my future breakfast, was sitting on my desk, and the girl said to me "you really like bananas, huh?"
which means that i am now the creepy banana girl and i can't have any more until july.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
odd couple of the week.
this week's award goes to....
donny osmond and martin lawrence.
two men i didn't think my brain could ever associate together.
which is why i thought my 2+ plus weeks on antibiotics, decongestants, painkillers, and beyond* was finally catching up with me, and that i was hallucinating this morning when the below poster caught my eye as i walked to work. was that...donny osmond behind that pig in the front seat? noooo....but yes, after extensive research i discovered that these two are indeed starring in a movie together.
i almost want to see it (that could very well be all the meds talking).
*don't worry readers! i'm not trying to off myself. the sinus infection ran its course into last weekend's wisdom teeth removal - fun, fun times over here lately - and a wide variety of medicines needed to be prescribed to bring my face back to normal (which should happen by sometime in march). i of course checked with my regular physician before taking all of them at once, since, you know, to quote the recent advice from my office sage, "heath ledger and all".
donny osmond and martin lawrence.
two men i didn't think my brain could ever associate together.
which is why i thought my 2+ plus weeks on antibiotics, decongestants, painkillers, and beyond* was finally catching up with me, and that i was hallucinating this morning when the below poster caught my eye as i walked to work. was that...donny osmond behind that pig in the front seat? noooo....but yes, after extensive research i discovered that these two are indeed starring in a movie together.
i almost want to see it (that could very well be all the meds talking).
*don't worry readers! i'm not trying to off myself. the sinus infection ran its course into last weekend's wisdom teeth removal - fun, fun times over here lately - and a wide variety of medicines needed to be prescribed to bring my face back to normal (which should happen by sometime in march). i of course checked with my regular physician before taking all of them at once, since, you know, to quote the recent advice from my office sage, "heath ledger and all".
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
thoughts on karaoke.
i don't karaoke very much - not because i'm against it (although you most definitely do not want to hear one of the ___ sisters attempt to hit a high note), but i just generally don't seem to find myself in karaoking situations.
however i did this past sunday, when we had an outing for a friend's bday, and as luck would have it, the bar that she picked due to its amazing jukebox was having a karaoke night (amazing jukebox was therefore turned off). now as i said, i'm not an expert on the field since i don't do it very much, but the few times i have done it, the exact same slightly annoying/baffling things have occurred.
1. the evening started off with a girl's rendition of celine dion's "it's all coming back to me now". WHY would you pick this song? does anyone really want to listen to celine dion in a bar (besides my mother)? the rest of us can't sing along to it, or drunkenly dance around to it, and frankly, its a downer. no one wants to listen to depressing songs when they're drinking*. so that leads me to believe that the only reason she picked the song is because she sings it well.
which is my 2. she did sing it well; she hit every single note - which is great for her and all - but shouldn't karaoke be about the rest of us? the great equalizer for the general populace who can't hit the high notes, who can only harmonize well to songs by the ramones and young mc**? if you can sing that well you don't need to be singing to a bunch of wasted bar patrons, who will cheer you on simply because you did an inspired little jig to "rebel yell". you should be trying out for american idol, where i imagine the judges will better appreciate your lovely voice and your sissy little ballads.
*have you ever been intoxicated at a coldplay concert? yeah...weeping ensues.
**"bust a move" is a song that missy and i are convinced we can handle, along with salt-n-pepa's "shoop". we won't even need the teleprompter for that one.
however i did this past sunday, when we had an outing for a friend's bday, and as luck would have it, the bar that she picked due to its amazing jukebox was having a karaoke night (amazing jukebox was therefore turned off). now as i said, i'm not an expert on the field since i don't do it very much, but the few times i have done it, the exact same slightly annoying/baffling things have occurred.
1. the evening started off with a girl's rendition of celine dion's "it's all coming back to me now". WHY would you pick this song? does anyone really want to listen to celine dion in a bar (besides my mother)? the rest of us can't sing along to it, or drunkenly dance around to it, and frankly, its a downer. no one wants to listen to depressing songs when they're drinking*. so that leads me to believe that the only reason she picked the song is because she sings it well.
which is my 2. she did sing it well; she hit every single note - which is great for her and all - but shouldn't karaoke be about the rest of us? the great equalizer for the general populace who can't hit the high notes, who can only harmonize well to songs by the ramones and young mc**? if you can sing that well you don't need to be singing to a bunch of wasted bar patrons, who will cheer you on simply because you did an inspired little jig to "rebel yell". you should be trying out for american idol, where i imagine the judges will better appreciate your lovely voice and your sissy little ballads.
*have you ever been intoxicated at a coldplay concert? yeah...weeping ensues.
**"bust a move" is a song that missy and i are convinced we can handle, along with salt-n-pepa's "shoop". we won't even need the teleprompter for that one.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
holiday greetings.
as we all know, today is valentine's day.
as we all might not know, today is also ferris wheel day.
years back i discovered this, and never one to care much about V-day*, whether single or in a relationship, i fully embraced the fact that i could celebrate another holiday - a more entertaining-sounding holiday - instead. i managed to get a couple of friends on the ferris wheel bandwagon, and there's been a select little group of us celebrating the holiday ever since.
so where am i going with this, since i make it a point not to talk about my personal life on here? well, i'm making a slight exception today, since i have time on my hands and a holiday story** that i've always felt warranted a little commemorative spot on the internet.
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it was 2 years ago, february 14th. i was single, missy was single, and a good friend of mine (A., for the remainder of the story) was single, and so we plotted for a night out boozing. A. and i met up first at this bar downtown and settled down at the bar. by the second drink, we had made friends with the bartender as well as this guy, Jose, who was sitting on the other side of A. (an apparent regular at the bar), and were all chatting. during this time, another guy, we'll call him the musician because the fact that he was one factors prominently in this tale (and i forgot his name, sadly), settled in to the right of me, and before long was swept up in our conversation.
well, by the time missy arrived at the bar a little later, our group had become BFF - taking pictures together, swapping war stories, etcetc. missy joined right in on the fun, and even wound up sketching a picture on a napkin for the musician. the musician wound up taking a bit of a liking to me, and so when i revealed my belief in ferris wheel day, he promised that he would perform a ferris wheel day song for me, if a little later on we would accompany him to this open mic shindig he was going to. we agreed, and so at some point later there we all were, traipsing to this other bar to watch this complete stranger sing a song about ferris wheels to me.
and he did. and i know you're sitting there saying "oh cliché! girl falls for boy who can sing to her". but frankly, i'm not the sort of girl you sing to -- i find that more creepy than cute, and i'd probably snicker at you the entire time. and so i wasn't completely entranced and blinded by the promise of this song, but i must admit when the time came i was quite pleased to be serenaded with a tune about a basically fake holiday that this guy just found out about a few hours early but would sing about it simply because i had immense enthusiasm for it.
fast forward to later in the evening, bar #3 - our little group of strangers is finally disbanding and missy goes to hail us a cab. as i'm saying my little goodbyes to the musician (i.e., drunkenly making out on the corner) and as he was without cell phone for the night, he had me write my number on his hand. getting into the cab i knew that number would not be legible after a few minutes and so i chalked it up to an interesting february 14th and mentally bade him well.
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2 days later, i come home from work and there is a message on our answering machine in our apartment - and its the musician. the musician who i gave my cell phone number to. turns out, as i predicted, the number rubbed off his hand, and dismayed and wracking his brain to figure out how to find me, remembered that missy had signed her name on the little drawing on the napkin that she had done for him. once procuring my last name from the napkin, he looked me up in the hopes i was listed - and so i was. and we made a date to hang out that weekend.
this was one of those stories that made my friends swoon. everyone was eager to find out what romantically ridiculous thing would happen next.
and wouldn't you know - nothing. day-of supposed date, i didn't hear from him. and never since.
but at least i got a pretty great ferris wheel day story.
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*except for conversation hearts. i really really like those.
**this story was originally meant to be included in a 2006 roundup of loveandcyanide's ridiculous experiences with men, since '06 was a year that was fraught with such experiences, and missy was working on a humorous month-by-month account of the nonsense. this would've been the february story. of course we got sidetracked and missy never finished it and just wound up stopping her contributions to the site altogether, and so here i am writing this giant post two years later.
as we all might not know, today is also ferris wheel day.
years back i discovered this, and never one to care much about V-day*, whether single or in a relationship, i fully embraced the fact that i could celebrate another holiday - a more entertaining-sounding holiday - instead. i managed to get a couple of friends on the ferris wheel bandwagon, and there's been a select little group of us celebrating the holiday ever since.
so where am i going with this, since i make it a point not to talk about my personal life on here? well, i'm making a slight exception today, since i have time on my hands and a holiday story** that i've always felt warranted a little commemorative spot on the internet.
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it was 2 years ago, february 14th. i was single, missy was single, and a good friend of mine (A., for the remainder of the story) was single, and so we plotted for a night out boozing. A. and i met up first at this bar downtown and settled down at the bar. by the second drink, we had made friends with the bartender as well as this guy, Jose, who was sitting on the other side of A. (an apparent regular at the bar), and were all chatting. during this time, another guy, we'll call him the musician because the fact that he was one factors prominently in this tale (and i forgot his name, sadly), settled in to the right of me, and before long was swept up in our conversation.
well, by the time missy arrived at the bar a little later, our group had become BFF - taking pictures together, swapping war stories, etcetc. missy joined right in on the fun, and even wound up sketching a picture on a napkin for the musician. the musician wound up taking a bit of a liking to me, and so when i revealed my belief in ferris wheel day, he promised that he would perform a ferris wheel day song for me, if a little later on we would accompany him to this open mic shindig he was going to. we agreed, and so at some point later there we all were, traipsing to this other bar to watch this complete stranger sing a song about ferris wheels to me.
and he did. and i know you're sitting there saying "oh cliché! girl falls for boy who can sing to her". but frankly, i'm not the sort of girl you sing to -- i find that more creepy than cute, and i'd probably snicker at you the entire time. and so i wasn't completely entranced and blinded by the promise of this song, but i must admit when the time came i was quite pleased to be serenaded with a tune about a basically fake holiday that this guy just found out about a few hours early but would sing about it simply because i had immense enthusiasm for it.
fast forward to later in the evening, bar #3 - our little group of strangers is finally disbanding and missy goes to hail us a cab. as i'm saying my little goodbyes to the musician (i.e., drunkenly making out on the corner) and as he was without cell phone for the night, he had me write my number on his hand. getting into the cab i knew that number would not be legible after a few minutes and so i chalked it up to an interesting february 14th and mentally bade him well.
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2 days later, i come home from work and there is a message on our answering machine in our apartment - and its the musician. the musician who i gave my cell phone number to. turns out, as i predicted, the number rubbed off his hand, and dismayed and wracking his brain to figure out how to find me, remembered that missy had signed her name on the little drawing on the napkin that she had done for him. once procuring my last name from the napkin, he looked me up in the hopes i was listed - and so i was. and we made a date to hang out that weekend.
this was one of those stories that made my friends swoon. everyone was eager to find out what romantically ridiculous thing would happen next.
and wouldn't you know - nothing. day-of supposed date, i didn't hear from him. and never since.
but at least i got a pretty great ferris wheel day story.
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*except for conversation hearts. i really really like those.
**this story was originally meant to be included in a 2006 roundup of loveandcyanide's ridiculous experiences with men, since '06 was a year that was fraught with such experiences, and missy was working on a humorous month-by-month account of the nonsense. this would've been the february story. of course we got sidetracked and missy never finished it and just wound up stopping her contributions to the site altogether, and so here i am writing this giant post two years later.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
a snowy, fruity, fantastic voyage.
4 things i am loving today:
- SNOW! - i won't be excited when i walk outside in it in my non-snow-appropriate shoes, but it has looked really pretty coming down outside my window all day long. it finally feels like winter.
- Yogi Tea, "Breathe Deep" variety - yes, i'm the dork who buys tea that claims it can help you breathe better. but it really does. and it also leaves a nice tingly feeling in your mouth.
- Mutant Grapes - well, not really. but this bunch i'm snacking on are the largest green grapes i've ever seen. if disguised in a purplish wrap, they would totally pass for figs.
- Coolio's new online cooking show - needs no explanation.
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