old timey crush: steve martin

 

found this steve martin record for a dollar in the italian market. even if the record was poop, i still would have bought it just for the cover. on the back, there are four more snapshots of him in this getup and on the inside there are a bunch of pictures of him pretending to smoke twelve cigarettes at once. brilliant. the record is a bunch of his stand-up from the seventies - a couple of the jokes are from his movie the jerk though i'm not sure if this record was released before or after the movie came out. this dude is a genius though - if you have a twitter, you should 100% follow him and if you're a fan of muppets, look up his appearance on the muppet show. it's muy excelente. plus, this dude can seriously boogie on the banjo.

new york feasting

 

when i go to new york, i spend the majority of my time eating or planing what i'm eating or researching eating options. the other chunk of my time is spent digesting. due to mikeyaz's total lack of culinary skills, or his inability to grocery shop, we eat out every meal. and we do it well. no fast food for us. which isn't to say we don't do cheap - we definitely do cheap. we're broke college students. or recent college grads. still broke either way. so we'll all about the $3 falafel sandwich and the 99 cent everything bagels with veggie cream cheese. but we do also splurge sometimes. here's what i ate (and drank) last time we hit the town: split a pitcher of beer is astoria with a friend, munched on some amazing waffle fries at no. 7 subs, had breakfast at the keg and lantern where yaz's roommate is the chef, got blood orange margaritas and quesadillas with a friend from high school, and hit up the meatball shop (amazing) for meatballs and an ice cream sandwich. perfection.

a tale of french bread pizza

 

sometimes you find yourself watching king of the hill at a friends house. and sometimes, Dale makes a french bread pizza. which obviously leads to a passionate discussion among friends about the goodness of french bread pizza. and as it gets later and more boone's farm is consumed, the need for french bread pizza grows. and so, a sacred pact is formed - tomorrow is french bread pizza breakfast. you set your alarm and shake hands with roommates, promising not to hit the snooze button for french bread pizza breakfast is on the line. and at nine AM the next day, you trek to fresh grocer's frozen food aisle, grab a box of frozen french bread pizza, preheat the oven, and wait. your roommates trickle downstairs, and every now and then a soft knock at the door lets you know another f.b.p. lover has arrived and is here to partake in the pact. you might watch heavyweights or little mermaid or some other wonderful breakfast movie. and while your pizzas cook, you make a couple pancakes because you found FOUR friggin' boxes of pancake mix in your cabinet and everyone is starving just thinking about the f.b.p. to come. and then, after the pancakes and the first movie, with everyone sitting around on your living room floor, it happens. we all eat the french bread pizza. and there is no talk of 'breakfast food' or appropriate breakfast meals, because we know that f.b.p. transcends all of that. it is so delicious, with it's crispy crust and it's cheesy top, that no one would dare try to box it in and confine it to only one specific meal. french bread pizza is for all meals. and on that morning, the pact was fulfilled and we all lay in f.b.p. comas around my living room.

the dream house

 

this is my most beautiful friend's most beautiful dream house. it was designed by the main man behind the city beautiful project and it's tucked back in the historic neighborhood across from our old high school. it has a wrap around porch, a circle driveway (with enough room for a trampoline in the middle), marble fireplaces, a little watchtower, chandeliers - everything everyone wants in a home. liz checks out real estate the way most of my peers check out facebook and tumblr. obviously, buying this property is not a reality for her right now. but i can't wait until it is. choosing to buy a place means committing to a location and being a part of a community. this vagabond period of time that is college/post college/your twenties seems like a good time, but i can't wait for the day i decide to root myself somewhere and make that place my home. i can't wait to see where all my friends land.  

park wine vs. park whine

 

the police officer or rule-abiding citizen version of this post: the title of this post is a joke! of course we didn't drink wine in a park. that's ILLEGAL. and we are all sticklers for rules. this is just a prank post. we were really doing community service. the end.

for the rebels and laid-back folks: wine in the park is the best. it's cheap and it's delicious, especially when paired with ice cream sandwiches and good company. so much of my time recently has been devoted to complaining about the future - my roomies, some of my closest friends from college, are moving out of town and it's hard to see the silver lining in a situation like that. probably because there's not really a silver lining. maybe for them - they're getting to pursue new project and jobs and meet new people and live in new places. but i'm a big ol' selfish grump and i can't come up with any benefits for me in this situation. hence, all the whining. but a better way to deal with the situation is to enjoy the little time we have left living in this big ol' mess of a house by going to the park or picnicking or wearing wigs and lipstick and watching bad movies. that feels so much better than moping around. the moping around can come after they leave town. in the meantime, while there is still ample wine to be had, it seems like a waste.

color coded

i have a strange habit of accidentally buying things of a similar color palette when i'm thrifting. it's totally accidental, but inevitably when i get to the car and peek in the bag at my purchases, i notice a prevailing color scheme. coral and turquoise happened at salvation army and marshall's last week. red, white, and black was a result of more salvation army and goodwill. wood has always been my thrifitng go-to.

are you digging on any specific color schemes? do you gravitate towards certain shades? what's your deal?

skills

 

i have 'em. see the above scoreboard for reference. do a double-take if necessary. cartoonish take off your spectacles, breathe onto the lenses, wipe off the condensation with your sleeve and check again.

cause homegirl got a 191.

and what's that i see in the fifth, sixth, and seventh frame? i had no idea it was thanksgiving already. but it must be because SOMEONE'S BRINGING HOME A TURKEY. 

there is nothing better than going bowling on a weekday afternoon with your best friend in weird matching socks and getting an amazing score. this was sweetened by the fact that the only other people in the entire bowling alley were middle-school kids in an afterschool program and professional league bowlers waiting for their practices to start. these are exactly the people i'm looking to impress.

speaking of impressive, the only thing sweeter than my insane bowling skills are my victory dance moves. i have a hybrid will smith in his fresh prince days vs. elaine benes vs. chubby ten year old boy without any awareness of socially acceptable movements vibe going on. it's worth seeing in real life.