me: i might make a shaved brussels sprouts salad with mustard vinaigrette and pine nuts
Barrie: OMG
me: i wish i had better sweatpants
Barrie: i thought you like your aas?
mine are gap
me: those are tight and thin
i want a little thicker
still slim but not totally hugging
Barrie: try gap body
me: ok
$$
?
i thought mbe kmart
Barrie: idk
oh rite
yeAH
or targ
me: yeah
mwah.
Here’s a video of my kewl boss kicking the shit out of some poor woman. Meatloafing on Ice–ers, she’s probably gonna trip you and then skate over your fingers and then laugh when they get cut off.
She’s on the left, in red.
Meatloafing took a little mental health break to take care of some much needed home improvement. When I recently moved, one large wall of my apartment was painted in a lightly textured caramely, rusty brown. I didn’t mind it at first (it wasn’t totally ME, but it felt sort of warm and comforting), but after about a month I began to feel a bit too Shining, and realized that my life in Starbucks could simply not continue. My neighbor Meldon completed the hardest part—sanding away all the gritty and depressing textured shit. Last night my good friend Mathew and I finally finished up the job. The walls are now “China White,” and I no longer feel like sedating myself when I step inside my apartment. Continue reading for BEFORE and AFTER pictures!
First off, I should probably say that I’ve never had to look for an apartment in New York City. Neal (bf) and Steven (bf’s bro) were kind enough to take care of that for me before I first came out here, and we’ve lived in that same apartment for the last six years. So even though I had a ridiculous amount of moving practice in Santa Cruz, I’ve also gotten way out of shape.
The first place I looked at was a basement apartment in South Park Slope for under $1000 (unheard of here, for those who have never experienced the steepness of NYC rental prices). It wasn’t tiny, it actually had windows, and the owner was very nice and seemed easy to deal with. And it had a BACKYARD. But the neighborhood is like a wasteland and I felt like I would have been exiling myself to move there. Plus: 1 tiny closet, no separate kitchen and living room area. I couldn’t see us and the kitties living there or calling it home. A no-go.
Next up, we looked at a railroad apartment in Bushwick for just over $1000. It was a little farther out than we intended to move, but we decided to give it a look. From the moment the guy opened the door, he was clearly taken with us, especially Neal. “Red beard!” he cried out as if he had known us for years. (more…)
The Pond at Bryant Park opens a week from this Friday. Last year was great fun. I went twice: once after my company’s holiday party when I was drunk, and another time I don’t remember. This year, we’re celebrating opening day—and also the fact that since it’s still October, we can skate without being blanketed in down, wool, Gore-Tex®, and so on. Come out and wear your best tube top.
What: Meatloafing on Ice
Who: You!
Where: The Pond at Bryant Park (entrance near 41st between 5th & 6th)
When: Friday, October 26th at 5:30 or 6 p.m. (or something)
Please RSVP in the comments!
PLUS: A nice little video I made of people skating in Central Park. You can see The Gates in the background! (more…)
It’s that time of the year again. As the temperature drops, we suggest 10 ways to boost your mood* and stay healthy throughout those troublesome winter months. Act now—before you’re too depressed to do anything about it.
