Me and Mom, circa 1984.
Mom looks exactly the same. I do not.
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October 12, 2009
August 2, 2009
Fall Scene
I have been living in the north entirely too long because I'm actually looking forward to fall.
Me -- the girl of perpetual summer (although I do love Florida winters - hoodies and flip-flops ♥)
A nip in the air that makes you snuggle deeper into your hoodie, running around with Ryely on sun-splashed chilly days, seasonal hot coffee, the bright blush of the leaves, football season, the way the stars seem brighter and more crystalline in cold weather, wearing boots (when have I ever favored boots over flip-flops? Pennsylvania, what are you doing to me?), sweatpants, new fall television (Dollhouse and Fringe come back!), Thanksgiving, sleeping in on cold Sunday mornings and cuddling under the covers.
It's been a great summer and it's going to be a lovely fall...
June 18, 2009
What do you think of when you think of Philadelphia? Ben Franklin? The Liberty Bell? Rocky? Cheesesteak? A witch shooting milk out of her tits?
Philthadelphia got a little dirtier last weekend when Dana, Steve and Jerry came to visit. I can't believe how much we managed to squeeze into three days -- Pat's and Geno's, the Liberty Bell, the Mutter Museum, Reading Terminal Market, Olde City, Va La Winery, the NBA finals at Stadium Grille, tromping around nature and a mini True Blood season one marathon.
All in all, a great visit (despite the fact that their plane was ridiculously delayed and they ended up getting to my place at 3:00 a.m. -- dub, Southwest? Dub?) and I can't wait to see them again.
We started with The Great Philly Cheesesteak Taste-Off -- Pat's vs. Geno's. Our first stop was Geno's where the food was mediocre, the decor was touristy and garish and a framed photo of Sarah Palin made our collective stomachs turn. No bueno.
Then, we hit Pat's -- it's a little less flashy than Geno's, but the meat's better, the bread's better, the fries are better and there's no framed photos of halfwit politicians, so it was the obvious winner.
After checking out the Liberty Bell and learning that Ben Franklin was essentially a frat boy (all about beer, broads and farting, that dude...), we hit up the Mutter Museum. The museum is essentially a medical library founded by the Philadelphia College of Physicians and while small, is stocked with all sorts of crazy stuff -- paraphernalia on conjoined twins, creepy fetal skeletons, a nine-foot color containing 40lbs of fecal matter (too many cheesesteaks?) and books bound in human leather. Totally bizarre and totally awesome.
Looking at skulls and malignant tumors left us feeling peckish, so we hit the best lunch spot in the city -- Reading Terminal Market. I love this place. You can get crepes, dolmas, samosas, fresh produce, Amish goodies and BBQ ribs all under the same roof. What's not to like?!
In regards to the above picture, this is basically how it went down:
*CLICK*
Jerry: You know that's a garbage can, right?
Jaime: What? Oh, gross! You couldn't have told me before I licked it?
Jerry: It's funnier this way.
My friends are assholes.
I needed something to get the garbage can taste out of my mouth, so we went in search of a bar. A near impossible feat in Philly, right?
We ended up at Brownie's -- an Irish pub where the bartender was surly, the Tom Collins' were refreshing and the upstairs room was ours for the taking. We spent our time rocking out to The Faces, Better Than Ezra, Guns 'N Roses, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye and The Dropkick Murphys, playing darts, pool and basically acting like idiots. It was awesome.
Then, Dana and I got into a bar brawl with some dude named Bruce Banner. You wouldn't like us when we're angry....
After a day of Irish pubs and comic book stores, we decided to do something a little more sophisticated, so we headed to Avondale to the Va La Winery.
It was pretty sweet. Especially when Dana and I heard the magic words -- "Let me get you some more cheese."
Yeah, wine is pretty magical.
As I said before, it was a fantastic trip and it really made me miss living near my best friends. Everything from big stuff like wandering museums to little things like listening to truly awful music on the radio. Even though I live 1000 miles away from them, I am so incredibly lucky to have people like this in my life. So damn lucky and so damn loved.
All in all, a great visit (despite the fact that their plane was ridiculously delayed and they ended up getting to my place at 3:00 a.m. -- dub, Southwest? Dub?) and I can't wait to see them again.
We started with The Great Philly Cheesesteak Taste-Off -- Pat's vs. Geno's. Our first stop was Geno's where the food was mediocre, the decor was touristy and garish and a framed photo of Sarah Palin made our collective stomachs turn. No bueno.
Then, we hit Pat's -- it's a little less flashy than Geno's, but the meat's better, the bread's better, the fries are better and there's no framed photos of halfwit politicians, so it was the obvious winner.
After checking out the Liberty Bell and learning that Ben Franklin was essentially a frat boy (all about beer, broads and farting, that dude...), we hit up the Mutter Museum. The museum is essentially a medical library founded by the Philadelphia College of Physicians and while small, is stocked with all sorts of crazy stuff -- paraphernalia on conjoined twins, creepy fetal skeletons, a nine-foot color containing 40lbs of fecal matter (too many cheesesteaks?) and books bound in human leather. Totally bizarre and totally awesome.
Looking at skulls and malignant tumors left us feeling peckish, so we hit the best lunch spot in the city -- Reading Terminal Market. I love this place. You can get crepes, dolmas, samosas, fresh produce, Amish goodies and BBQ ribs all under the same roof. What's not to like?!
In regards to the above picture, this is basically how it went down:
*CLICK*
Jerry: You know that's a garbage can, right?
Jaime: What? Oh, gross! You couldn't have told me before I licked it?
Jerry: It's funnier this way.
My friends are assholes.
I needed something to get the garbage can taste out of my mouth, so we went in search of a bar. A near impossible feat in Philly, right?
We ended up at Brownie's -- an Irish pub where the bartender was surly, the Tom Collins' were refreshing and the upstairs room was ours for the taking. We spent our time rocking out to The Faces, Better Than Ezra, Guns 'N Roses, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye and The Dropkick Murphys, playing darts, pool and basically acting like idiots. It was awesome.
Then, Dana and I got into a bar brawl with some dude named Bruce Banner. You wouldn't like us when we're angry....
After a day of Irish pubs and comic book stores, we decided to do something a little more sophisticated, so we headed to Avondale to the Va La Winery.
It was pretty sweet. Especially when Dana and I heard the magic words -- "Let me get you some more cheese."
Yeah, wine is pretty magical.
As I said before, it was a fantastic trip and it really made me miss living near my best friends. Everything from big stuff like wandering museums to little things like listening to truly awful music on the radio. Even though I live 1000 miles away from them, I am so incredibly lucky to have people like this in my life. So damn lucky and so damn loved.
May 29, 2009
Have you ever been to Florida? It's a criminal population. It's America's Australia.
Florida is all humidity, sun-baked palm trees, six-second showers and heat that smothers around you like a thick, heavy blanket.
It's big bombastic thunderstorms that rattle the windowpanes and cause car alarms to blare. It's rain so heavy, you can't see five feet in front of your face. It's the nostalgia and familiarity of Jason Davis and the Elevator From Hell. It's driving 20 mph on 95 due to the weather, singing along to non-offensive pop rock from the 90s and Steve Miller's Rockin' Me over and over and over again.
It's trying to surprise your mom but failing (thanks for keeping the secret, asshole) and walking into her work shouting, "Hey lady! How much for a shirt?" It's remembering just how tiny your Mom is. It's giving your dad a big hug and surprising yourself by getting teary-eyed over how much you missed the guy.
It's the world sweetest, smartest dogs -- Phoebedog's noises, Maya's wagging tail, Nala's big brown eyes, bellyrubs, stinky kisses and stealthy poops.
It's hugs-hugs-hugs-hugs, new jokes with old friends, apologizing for apologizing for calling one of your best friends a bitch while playing video games, dirty words on the board at Lush Manor, margaritas, Sparkletinis, berry vodka with soda while watching your memories flicker on screen and listening to the craziest, dirty-dirtiest hip hop.
It's homemade Indian food and the constant pestering to eat more, gossiping until midnight, the omnipresent prattle of the Indian satellite channel and watching Mom go gangbusters on bugs with her broom. It's the world's most comfortable couches, the head-nodding lullaby of the fan and raindrops hitting the big window, discovering ancient Judy Blume books in your old bedroom and laughing hysterically at Just As Long As We're Together and Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret.
It's Spanglish on the radio, reggaeton blaring from souped-up Hondas, the excitement of discovering Jarritos in plastic bottles, it's talking about the space-time continuum from Lost and the grandfather paradox at the kitchen table and seeing condoms and pregnancy tests next to one another in the clearance aisle.
It's home. It's family. It's your heart. It's never wanting to leave but knowing you can always come back.
May 2, 2009
That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo!
Love is decorating each other's hands with bingo markers (orange and teal -- Go 'Fins!)
True love is terrorist fist jabs.
March 2, 2009
Funny Men in Flesh-Toned Pudge Suits
These dames ain't got nothing on these guys:
And sidebar -- damn, Paul Rudd! Like a bag of hammers....
October 11, 2008
July 28, 2008
Hell, I Still Love You New York
Living in South Florida, you learn to dislike New York very quickly. Every winter, New Yorkers descend on your life like locusts who can't drive and make everything miserable. There's more traffic, more lines everywhere and worst of all, more Jets/Yankees fans -- I swear, they're like sperm. Only one in 30,000 has a chance of being a human being.
So, the idea of a South Floridian hitting NYC for the weekend is, in theory, a pretty terrible idea. But I've had a crush on big cities ever since I can remember and a weekend in one of the biggest seemed like a pretty great way for Dan and I to celebrate our anniversary.
My crush quickly bloomed into a full-blown love affair.
The noise, the crush of people, even the smell -- a heady mix of bus fumes, perfume, street food (particularly roasted nuts and hot dogs) and that X-factor makes you grimace momentarily. It's amazing and I can't wait until we go back.
Because we're all about riding in style, we took the Bolt Bus to NYC. It's efficient, it's clean and it only cost us $20 each for a round trip. Highly recommended.
We're here! The first thing we did was head over to see our friend Bryan at work. He was sweet enough to play host/tour guide all weekend and he was amazing. Bryan works at HBO and because of this, we actually got to eat at the HBO eatery, cleverly titled tHe BistrO. Get it? Yeah.
Because I am a nerd, I dragged Dan to Nintendo World where I spent a good ten minutes searching frantically for a Link plush toy. My search came up empty. Sadface.
Ladies and gentlemen, my fiance is a member of the Dharma initiative.
Dan and Bryan at the Brooklyn Promenade. God, I'd kill for this view. It's gorgeous.
We had breakfast at the Nectar Coffee Shop on Madison Avenue. I had a bialy -- which is like a bagel crossed with an English muffin (a buffin?) and the best iced coffee I've ever had in my life. Seriously, after drinking this -- I wanted to start a petition to change the name of Dunkin Donuts to Dunkin Garbage.
My breakfast was so good, I became a little gangsta. Just a little. Polish Ashkenazi cuisine will do that to a girl.
Then, we headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They have the coolest exhibition going on right now called Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy which not only features actual superhero costumes (Christian Bale's from The Dark Knight, Michelle Pfeiffer's from Batman Returns, Rebecca Romijn's from X-Men, Tobey Maguire's from Spiderman....) but also interpretations on each costume by designers like Marc Jacobs and Versace. It's amazing and I highly recommend it.
There was another pretty fantastic exhibit on the roof of the Met. Jeff Koons' exhibit runs through October 26 and if you get a chance, you should check it out.
My favorite of Koons' pieces.
All the pretty artwork got to me. As Bryan put it, I look like, "the overaggressive girl in second grade who just had to kiss you."
After the Met, we headed to Broadway where I saw my first show titled [Title of Show]. The plot's very clever and very meta -- it's about two guys playing themselves writing a play about two guys playing themselves. It's hysterically funny, the music is great (Heidi Blickenstaff has an incredible voice) and there's a shirtless guy and a lesbian kiss. A perfect musical.
55 Central Park West. Also known as "the Ghostbusters building." Dan was so excited to see this in real life. Cutest. Movie Nerd. Ever.
"Nobody steps on a church in my town!" -- Peter Venkman.
Red Mango frozen yogurt is effing delicious. As witnessed by my bare-empty cup here.
Keeping with the dessert theme, even the cookie cake knew what was up.
So, in closing -- yeah, the place is filled with Jets fans (i.e.: scum of the earth douchebags) and schmucks who are stupid enough to roll joints right there in the middle of the street (you know what's funny? When a gust of wind picks up and blows all their weed away. Hilarious), but in the words of Ryan Adams -- Hell, I still love you, New York.
So, the idea of a South Floridian hitting NYC for the weekend is, in theory, a pretty terrible idea. But I've had a crush on big cities ever since I can remember and a weekend in one of the biggest seemed like a pretty great way for Dan and I to celebrate our anniversary.
My crush quickly bloomed into a full-blown love affair.
The noise, the crush of people, even the smell -- a heady mix of bus fumes, perfume, street food (particularly roasted nuts and hot dogs) and that X-factor makes you grimace momentarily. It's amazing and I can't wait until we go back.
Because we're all about riding in style, we took the Bolt Bus to NYC. It's efficient, it's clean and it only cost us $20 each for a round trip. Highly recommended.
We're here! The first thing we did was head over to see our friend Bryan at work. He was sweet enough to play host/tour guide all weekend and he was amazing. Bryan works at HBO and because of this, we actually got to eat at the HBO eatery, cleverly titled tHe BistrO. Get it? Yeah.
Because I am a nerd, I dragged Dan to Nintendo World where I spent a good ten minutes searching frantically for a Link plush toy. My search came up empty. Sadface.
Ladies and gentlemen, my fiance is a member of the Dharma initiative.
Dan and Bryan at the Brooklyn Promenade. God, I'd kill for this view. It's gorgeous.
We had breakfast at the Nectar Coffee Shop on Madison Avenue. I had a bialy -- which is like a bagel crossed with an English muffin (a buffin?) and the best iced coffee I've ever had in my life. Seriously, after drinking this -- I wanted to start a petition to change the name of Dunkin Donuts to Dunkin Garbage.
My breakfast was so good, I became a little gangsta. Just a little. Polish Ashkenazi cuisine will do that to a girl.
Then, we headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They have the coolest exhibition going on right now called Superheroes: Fashion and Fantasy which not only features actual superhero costumes (Christian Bale's from The Dark Knight, Michelle Pfeiffer's from Batman Returns, Rebecca Romijn's from X-Men, Tobey Maguire's from Spiderman....) but also interpretations on each costume by designers like Marc Jacobs and Versace. It's amazing and I highly recommend it.
There was another pretty fantastic exhibit on the roof of the Met. Jeff Koons' exhibit runs through October 26 and if you get a chance, you should check it out.
My favorite of Koons' pieces.
All the pretty artwork got to me. As Bryan put it, I look like, "the overaggressive girl in second grade who just had to kiss you."
After the Met, we headed to Broadway where I saw my first show titled [Title of Show]. The plot's very clever and very meta -- it's about two guys playing themselves writing a play about two guys playing themselves. It's hysterically funny, the music is great (Heidi Blickenstaff has an incredible voice) and there's a shirtless guy and a lesbian kiss. A perfect musical.
55 Central Park West. Also known as "the Ghostbusters building." Dan was so excited to see this in real life. Cutest. Movie Nerd. Ever.
"Nobody steps on a church in my town!" -- Peter Venkman.
Red Mango frozen yogurt is effing delicious. As witnessed by my bare-empty cup here.
Keeping with the dessert theme, even the cookie cake knew what was up.
So, in closing -- yeah, the place is filled with Jets fans (i.e.: scum of the earth douchebags) and schmucks who are stupid enough to roll joints right there in the middle of the street (you know what's funny? When a gust of wind picks up and blows all their weed away. Hilarious), but in the words of Ryan Adams -- Hell, I still love you, New York.
June 29, 2008
I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.
New hair. It's pretty sweet.
Also, I could totally devour some huevos rancheros and a tall frosty mojito right about now. Anyone wanna hit up Honey's with me?
Also, I could totally devour some huevos rancheros and a tall frosty mojito right about now. Anyone wanna hit up Honey's with me?
June 10, 2008
December 11, 2007
Baby, baby say I do...
Went to the Eagles-Giants game at the Link on Sunday and The Grinch proposed marriage to me.
Nothing says romance like Seuss, Sharpie Markers and RC Racers.
Oh and completely unrelated but I just found out that the closest Tijuana Flats is in Bensalem, PA -- about an hour away from where I am.
Now, I have to figure out how to convince Dan to travel 47.1 miles so I can procure some seriously yummy Tex-Mex. Suggestions would be much appreciated!
Nothing says romance like Seuss, Sharpie Markers and RC Racers.
Oh and completely unrelated but I just found out that the closest Tijuana Flats is in Bensalem, PA -- about an hour away from where I am.
Now, I have to figure out how to convince Dan to travel 47.1 miles so I can procure some seriously yummy Tex-Mex. Suggestions would be much appreciated!
November 9, 2007
Another bright spot for the resume
I can now add published photographer to my illustrious list of accomplishments (pop culture junkie, blogger, published writer and little girl who can eat a remarkable amount of pizza being the most impressive. I'm not a very accomplished individual).
Schmap.com published my photograph of the Pennsylvania Convention Center and you can check it out here.
Guess that photography class I took in college paid off after all :)
Oh and a congratulations to my dad and uncle who won the Tallahassee Chamber of Commerce's Drycleaner of the Year award. Good job, guys! Keep cleaning my stuff for free :)
Schmap.com published my photograph of the Pennsylvania Convention Center and you can check it out here.
Guess that photography class I took in college paid off after all :)
Oh and a congratulations to my dad and uncle who won the Tallahassee Chamber of Commerce's Drycleaner of the Year award. Good job, guys! Keep cleaning my stuff for free :)
February 25, 2007
January 15, 2007
A shot of The Best Friend I took for photography class
I used the incandescent light setting outdoors and think it actually looks pretty interesting.
January 12, 2007
You gave me the best mixtape I have...
I spent the better part of tonight working on this:
Silly really, but doing stuff like this makes the long-distance thing easier.
Ditto making mix CDs. Since we've been together, he's made me about twelve mixes (eleven of which I got for Christmas and still haven't gotten all the way through) and I've made him thirteen.
I put a lot of effort into my mix CDs and fully adhere to Hornby's axiom:
I'm really proud of the mix I'm working on right now. It's a Valentine's mix -- lots of honeyed acoustic guitars (Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jack Johnson), twinkle-toed pianos (Something Corporate, Butch Walker) and the requisite sonic surprises (Queen, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy).
One of my favorite quotes about writing comes from German novelist Thomas Mann. He said, "A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."
As a writer, I could pen a thousand pages, telling Dan how I feel. How he makes me feel. I could wrack my brain and come up with anapestic analogies and indelible imagery.
But you know what? None of it would ever sound as good or make as much sense as, "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
Six little words would completely K.O. anything I could ever write.
And God, do I love that.
That's the beauty of the mixtape. Mixtapes, like love, make poets of us all.
Silly really, but doing stuff like this makes the long-distance thing easier.
Ditto making mix CDs. Since we've been together, he's made me about twelve mixes (eleven of which I got for Christmas and still haven't gotten all the way through) and I've made him thirteen.
I put a lot of effort into my mix CDs and fully adhere to Hornby's axiom:
To me, making a tape is like writing a letter — there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention (I started with "Got to Get You Off My Mind," but then realized that she might not get any further than track one, side one if I delivered what she wanted straightaway, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs and...oh, there are loads of rules.There's got to be balance, there's got to be some semblance of eclecticism (even if you're making a mix dedicated to a single artist, you can mix it up a little by including a couple of live tracks and some really tasty covers) and every good mix should inspire at least one, "Oh my God! I love this song!" moment -- either from a forgotten gem or from a breath of fresh air.
I'm really proud of the mix I'm working on right now. It's a Valentine's mix -- lots of honeyed acoustic guitars (Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jack Johnson), twinkle-toed pianos (Something Corporate, Butch Walker) and the requisite sonic surprises (Queen, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy).
One of my favorite quotes about writing comes from German novelist Thomas Mann. He said, "A writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people."
As a writer, I could pen a thousand pages, telling Dan how I feel. How he makes me feel. I could wrack my brain and come up with anapestic analogies and indelible imagery.
But you know what? None of it would ever sound as good or make as much sense as, "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
Six little words would completely K.O. anything I could ever write.
And God, do I love that.
That's the beauty of the mixtape. Mixtapes, like love, make poets of us all.
October 30, 2006
Random picture post time!
WORLD CUP 2006
To celebrate the World Cup final between Italy and France, The Best Friend, Pepe and I met up with Will and Paul at Alehouse. Football, beer and food so good/bad that it'll probably give you a coronary just looking at it? Ahhh, sounds like heaven to me
The chicken nachos exemplify this good/bad food thing. A veritable mountain of chicken, chips and cheese, I swear I felt my arteries hardening when they arrived at the table...and I'm a vegetarian.
Pretty much everyone at the restaurant except me was supporting the Ities.
This is because everyone at the restaurant was stupid. On the money, yes, but still stupid.
Italy won [those bastards!] and because he's part Sicilian and a big Mario Bros. fan, this made The Best Friend very happy.
Will was happy too. He doesn't have any cultural ties to Italy but their win put money in his pocket and he got to make fun of me (which is always fun).
I, on the other hand, was not a happy camper...until Zidane head-butted Matarazzi right in the solar plexus. That was awesome on a level comparable to Mortal Kombat and the only way that could have been better was if the crowd had growled, "Finish him!" afterwards.
WEEKEND FUN
Every year we've gone to school, we've always been too busy with classes to attend any of the homecoming festivities. However, this was not the case this year. On Friday, UCF had a free concert featuring Amberlin, Mae, Story of the Year and Jack's Mannequin, so The Best Friend and I decided to attend.
On our way to the show. I look like I've been honey-dipped.
We got to the Memory Mall and realized just how old we are. We were the only two people who wanted to hear some Freebird.
Mae took the stage....
...and we weren't impressed. They were thoroughly generic.
Then, Dana called and said she was back from Rome, so we junked the show and went to hang out with her instead.
I was starved so we headed to Qdoba for dinner. I like food and explained to Jerry where it goes -- in my mouth.
If you love queso, you'll love Qdoba's nachos. I do not love queso.
In the pantheon of Mexican cuisine, here's how the totem pole goes:
Tijuana Flats
Chipotle
Moe's
Qdoba
Something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe
Something science can't even identify
Taco Bell
Tijuana Flats > EVERYTHING. Know this. Understand this. And the next time you go, check out the 'Don't Be A Chickenshit' Sauce. It's yummy.
Kelly's one of my favorite people to eat with because she appreciate fine dining [and ermmm, queso] more than anyone I've ever met in my life.
Dana bought us back boxed wine from Rome. She said she saw homeless people drinking it on the street. If it's good enough for the hobos, it's good enough for us [note: the only redeeming qualities of the aforementioned wine are a) it's cold and b) it's wet. Apart from that, it tasted like a combination of urine and anti-freeze]
And as usual, more dry-erase grafitti was added to the board. Instead of scribbling about bodaggets and bonches, though -- we went a sweeter route.
I think this is because D and I both miss our respective boyfriends [Steve's in Sicily, Dan's in Philly].
RANDOM
Yay orthodontia! Living with these guys is the best thing that ever happened to me. Without them, I would have never known the glory that is The Legend of Zelda.
Zen from a Hooters wet-nap. That's deep on a whole 'nother level. By the by -- Big Daddy Beers = ♥ of my life. $5.00. 24oz. Happy Jaime.
And finally -- something a little more inspirational than booze and fake Mexican food:
Steven Spielberg calls them 'God Lights.' I'm inclined to agree.
Happy Halloween! Be safe!
To celebrate the World Cup final between Italy and France, The Best Friend, Pepe and I met up with Will and Paul at Alehouse. Football, beer and food so good/bad that it'll probably give you a coronary just looking at it? Ahhh, sounds like heaven to me
The chicken nachos exemplify this good/bad food thing. A veritable mountain of chicken, chips and cheese, I swear I felt my arteries hardening when they arrived at the table...and I'm a vegetarian.
Pretty much everyone at the restaurant except me was supporting the Ities.
This is because everyone at the restaurant was stupid. On the money, yes, but still stupid.
Italy won [those bastards!] and because he's part Sicilian and a big Mario Bros. fan, this made The Best Friend very happy.
Will was happy too. He doesn't have any cultural ties to Italy but their win put money in his pocket and he got to make fun of me (which is always fun).
I, on the other hand, was not a happy camper...until Zidane head-butted Matarazzi right in the solar plexus. That was awesome on a level comparable to Mortal Kombat and the only way that could have been better was if the crowd had growled, "Finish him!" afterwards.
WEEKEND FUN
Every year we've gone to school, we've always been too busy with classes to attend any of the homecoming festivities. However, this was not the case this year. On Friday, UCF had a free concert featuring Amberlin, Mae, Story of the Year and Jack's Mannequin, so The Best Friend and I decided to attend.
On our way to the show. I look like I've been honey-dipped.
We got to the Memory Mall and realized just how old we are. We were the only two people who wanted to hear some Freebird.
Mae took the stage....
...and we weren't impressed. They were thoroughly generic.
Then, Dana called and said she was back from Rome, so we junked the show and went to hang out with her instead.
I was starved so we headed to Qdoba for dinner. I like food and explained to Jerry where it goes -- in my mouth.
If you love queso, you'll love Qdoba's nachos. I do not love queso.
In the pantheon of Mexican cuisine, here's how the totem pole goes:
Tijuana Flats
Chipotle
Moe's
Qdoba
Something you scraped off the bottom of your shoe
Something science can't even identify
Taco Bell
Tijuana Flats > EVERYTHING. Know this. Understand this. And the next time you go, check out the 'Don't Be A Chickenshit' Sauce. It's yummy.
Kelly's one of my favorite people to eat with because she appreciate fine dining [and ermmm, queso] more than anyone I've ever met in my life.
Dana bought us back boxed wine from Rome. She said she saw homeless people drinking it on the street. If it's good enough for the hobos, it's good enough for us [note: the only redeeming qualities of the aforementioned wine are a) it's cold and b) it's wet. Apart from that, it tasted like a combination of urine and anti-freeze]
And as usual, more dry-erase grafitti was added to the board. Instead of scribbling about bodaggets and bonches, though -- we went a sweeter route.
I think this is because D and I both miss our respective boyfriends [Steve's in Sicily, Dan's in Philly].
RANDOM
Yay orthodontia! Living with these guys is the best thing that ever happened to me. Without them, I would have never known the glory that is The Legend of Zelda.
Zen from a Hooters wet-nap. That's deep on a whole 'nother level. By the by -- Big Daddy Beers = ♥ of my life. $5.00. 24oz. Happy Jaime.
And finally -- something a little more inspirational than booze and fake Mexican food:
Steven Spielberg calls them 'God Lights.' I'm inclined to agree.
Happy Halloween! Be safe!
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