Celebrity sightings!
Lame-o alert: So I tried to go to sleep, but can’t until I do the obligatory meetup-followup. I’m a total nerd.
OK, so this evening was the September Happy Hour at Holy Frijole’s. Great bar. Bartender resembled Kevin of Team Neudecker fame [BBC, you remember him]. I dragged Iain along this time, to my delight, and got to have my first-ever sip of National Bohemian beer. Rock.
I can tell you that Holy Frijole’s has a spacious women’s restroom painted pepto-bismol pink. I know this because I spent about half of my time in there weeing, because I’m pregnant and my bladder is as big as a peanut.
Met, for the first time, toast-of-the-town Jason Dove, along with Epiphany, Virginia, Russel, and Jess McD. Plus there were the usual suspects: the now-defunct I Spy Gemini, EEBmore, Fate’s Fool, DaB, Seadragon, Bre, Maphet, Dean. I suspect there were a few there I never did meet, as well, to whom I say: “Eep! Sorry about that.”
Iain got drunk. He’ll deny it and say he was only tipsy, but I know he was drunk, because on the way home he was yelling “I WANT A CIGARETTE, BITCHES!” out the window on Northern Parkway. This is not his normal behavior; ergo, he was drunk. No matter, because he’s cute when he’s drunk. Plus, he’s sleeping right now and can’t prevent me from writing this.
Anyway, had a good time as usual, but am totally ready to conk out. Remember when I used to stay up til, like, 5 a.m. and then would berate myself? Here it is 10:22, and I’m all exhausted. Pathetic. But true. Besides, there’s a department meeting tomorrow, and you know what THAT means: Sandwiches! Boy oh boy, I sure do love sammiches.
Speaking of which, a quick shoutout to Jeffy and Hurm The Sperm and the entire international newspaper design posse, a.k.a. SND, most of whom are convened in San Jose, CA, this very weekend. May your typography be funky-fresh and may your pica pole never wilt. Wish I were there!
This post brought to you by: Bessa from the album “Wild Like Children” by Tilly and the Wall.
They’re grrrrrreat!
Oh, holy Cap’n Crunch, you are so delicious and crunchy. I think I’ve eaten four bowls of your golden goodness today, and I feel terrific.
Mind on my money …
And my money on my mind.
So I learned all about 401(k)s today from Brad Pitt. I’m sure it wasn’t the actual Brad, but from the back of the room without my glasses I could pretend it was. Anyway. Was an informative little session, gave me hope for my retirement. Did you know that to retire comfortably in 30 years you need to save about $950,000? Shah!!
‘Break our house’ party: Anyway. So we’re throwing a party next Saturday, to celebrate the new house and get our drinks on. Gonna grill some burgers and dogs, have some BusterBar, and just hang out on the back deck. I’m extending the invite to established Baltibloggers [as in, if I’ve met you at one or more of the happy hours, and you’re willing to come to Baltimore County, then by all means. The more the merrier!] Drop me an e-mail or talk to me at Holy Frijole’s. And of course my Ohio homies are invited, though I realize y’all live 8 hours away [or farther, Miss Mississippi], but at least you’d have a place to stay.
And did I mention the BusterBar?
PYT at the PYO: We’re headed out to the ol’ apple orchard this weekend for some rural geeking out. Hayrides, pick-yer-own apples, fresh-pressed cider, the works. I told you, I’m a freak for fall. And it’s my birthday, so I can do what I want, nyah nyah.
Craftaholic: So here’s a pic of the iPod cozy I made Wednesday morning. Swear to god, I bounced out of bed at like 6:30 a.m. because I was so excited about making it. If you open the little flap, there’s a window cut out with a whipstitch border that gives access to the display screen. It’s pretty rad.
I have three more projects to add to The Damn Quilt: I want to knit or crochet myself a maternity poncho a la Mimi Maternity; I want to stitch a new maternity shirt out of an old XL long-sleeve T-shirt left over from a Take Back The Night march in college; and I want to make some baby T-shirts which are unabashedly inspired by these.Ôøº
Just too freaking much fun, if you ask me. So I have Photoshop at the ready, my iron-on printer paper on hand. All I need is a couple hours and a value-pack of onesies, and I’m all set.
Lord, I love to make shit.
We have a winner!
… And he flew completely under my radar.
City Paper’s Best of Baltimore issue named Jason Dove [a.k.a. the jayman, of jasondove.com] the winner of the Best Blog award for this year.
Check it out; CP knows what they’re talking about.
Today’s excerpt: “Best neighborhood to be told by an 11 year old, ‘Suck my dick, bitch’ and then have rocks thrown at you: Hampden. Forget what you heard about other neighborhoods, Hampden is the most threatning. You could be in your element one minute and then be surrounded by a posse of 11 year olds who are foaming at the mouth, the next. These kids aren’t your average 11 year olds either. They could care less about Scooby Doo and Ice cream. They want a drink of your 40oz. and if you don’t let them sip they will beam you with rocks and quote from the G-Unit CD. It’s their turf, you just park their for kareoke.”
Quick, somebody invite him to the B-more bloggers’ happy hour next week. He could give a speech or something.
Congratulations, dude. I’m proud to hand the crown over to you.
Time for a homemade iPod cozy!
Ah, but the question is: Knit? [These are funny]. Or
sew? I’m better at the latter, and I think I have some Black Watch polar fleece leftover from a scarf project many years ago. Shall work up a design tomorrow after work.
Whoo hoo! Time for the Quilt [a.k.a. the Fabrication] to take a backseat, if only for a day. By the by, the blocks are all sewn together, and the quilt top just needs a border before I sandwich the whole thing together. It looks pretty fucking kick-ass so far. I oughta take a photo. And I want to make a simple quilt with the scraps from this one for the Beanster. Wouldn’t that be cute? Using pieces of mommy and daddy’s blankie to make one for baby, just like we used pieces of mommy and daddy’s chromosomes to make baby himself. Aww. [Or eww. Can’t decide.]
Also, I’m 25 weeks pregnant. I keep thinking I should put a counter on the ol’ blog somewheres, to like, mark time. Hmm.
This post brought to you by: Paranoid Android from the album “OK Computer” by Radiohead. This one’s also going on the iPod momentarily.
I really should go to sleep.
You shouldn’t have!!
Seriously! I can’t believe you, I really can’t. You have no idea how surprised I am. And if it weren’t so late, I’d call you to thank you, but it is, so I’ll call you tomorrow.
Oh, wow. Ohmigod. Ohmigod, Ohmigod. I’m so excited I think I’m jealous of myself. Oh, dear lord, and it’s engraved, too. Oh, my God.
Really, I can’t believe you did that! I can’t even take it out of the box. It’s too nice. I’m afraid I’ll break it. I might cry a little bit. What if I get tears on it and short it out?! AACK!
Deep breath. OK, I’ll open it. And admire the packaging before I devour the neatly printed instruction guide. I delicately peeled the plastic bits off and plugged it in. I’m already planning my playlists and trying to plan an outfit to match the little white earbuds.
Mom, Dad, you come in tied for third for making my year, right after Iain and the Beanster.
I can’t believe I have my very own iPod. What did I do to deserve this? [Let me know, ‘cause I better keep doing it.]
Oh, holy crap this is cool! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU GUYS!
This post brought to you by: In The Mood from the album “Platinum Glenn Miller” by Glenn Miller. [Yup, it’s goin’ on the iPod].
Orange is the new black.
Oh, the suspense: Is it time for the CP BOB issue yet?? That and the comics one are the best of the season.
Notable appearance: And has anyone seen A Dirty Shame yet? It’s got a scary NC-17 rating, but homeboy John Waters made it and shot it quite close to where I live. [Harford Road holla? Nah …] For those of you outside the greater Baltimore area, Waters is the guy who did Hairspray, along with Cecil B. Demented and Serial Mom, among others.
Bring it: This is my favorite time of year. Candy corn, pumpkins, scarecrows, trick-or-treating, autumn leaves, PYO apples, hayrides, sweaters, cool weather and brilliant sunshine. It doesn’t get any better than this. For the record, however: How in the hell can Superfresh not stock ANY CANDY CORN PRODUCTS AT ALL?!
I think they know not what havoc they wreak on the sentimental pregnant woman.
Bring on autumn!
Love this weather today: brisk, sunny, just like fall.
In-laws are visiting, helping to fix the deck. Very nice. Thinking it’s about that time for a visit to Ohio — it’s been too long.
Coffee perking but I can’t have any — I’ll enjoy the aroma, anyway. Cozy Sunday morning, isn’t it?
Farewell, A-minus club!
Hard to believe, but pregnancy is actually making some of my clothes fit better.
Like my bras.
Serendipity? Perhaps
Ooh, a sale, at Old Navy Maternity. Including size XS. And just in time for my birthday.
Which is on the 26th. In case anyone was wondering.
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