Now I need to wash my brain.

I just remembered that I had a dream last night that I was still in high school living with my family and we all went over to this other, bigger more amazing house that we also owned and had just forgotten about. I was all excited about getting to choose my own room and thrilled to see there was a swimming pool in the front lawn. I was the first one in the house and I was opening up closets and looking all around when a man popped out of one of the rooms dressed only in whitey-tighties and ran out of the house, as though he had been hiding in the empty house all along. When I ran after him outside, I caught up to him and realised it was Bob Geldof.

???

It kills. And you know what I am talking about.

Spied this lovely fellow as we were tucking into a delicious brek at Gato Bizco yesterday morning. Nearly put me off my soysage. Nearly.

Past Weekend Keywords: Debauchery, Excess

Gin was in town this weekend. We went ninety-to-nothing the entire time. To sum:

Plane
Dinner
Drinks
Lunch
Nails
Rain
Beers
Dinner
Wine
Green Market
Park
Lunch
Sangria
Pet Store
Dog Wash
Coffees
Video
Dinner
Rain
Campari and sodas
Drinks
Pool
Beer
Wine
Brunch
Plane

I came home and flat-out crashed-out. Voice is reedy and awash with exhaustion. Will to live weak. Really want to read The Dante Club (which I am FINALLY getting into) over lunch, but just realised I left it at home. I also missed my dentist appointment this morning. I'm a mess.

Above is a picture of Ginny posing against a ghettofabulous car we spotted on Friday. The funny thing about it is I suspect Ginny would rather be set on fire than actually be any kind of driver-of or passager-in this car.

This is how exciting our life is

Can you see this? Like, actually read the words? Because if you can't, there's no point to this post. As is, there's very little. I just wanted to illustrate what morons my sister and I are. This is how it is pretty much everyday. We also spend a lot of time saying "Heeeello?" in weird voices on the phone to each other and then silent throat laughing for a few minutes after we crack ourselves up.

Important Announcement

I'd just like to let you guys know something. One of my favourite moments of all time is the Looney Toons cartoon in which Daffy is shown on a island veeeeeery far away from the camera angle. He announces, "I'm ready for my closssth-up!" to which the camera responds by moving just a little bit closer. Daffy indignantly responds, "THIS IS A CLOSSSTH-UP?" and the camera immediately zooms in and smooshes his beak.

Comedy classic. Highly recommended.

The Life of the Work-Life Balance

So I had a date last night. I can't remember the last time I went on a bona fide DATE. I wore a skirt and everything. Of course it was my Sri Lankan longi (which is technically a man's skirt), but a skirt nonetheless. I definitely appreciate how much more relaxed and confident of myself I am at 29 than I was at, say, earlier in my twenties. I remember being very nervous and chattery on dates then--and it was completely irrelevant if I actually liked the fella or not. I guess I'm saying that I like the feel of my own skin. I'm also way less of a shallow stuck-up bitch than I used to be, things that used to be ABSOLUTE DEAL BREAKERS aren't really anymore. And by ABSOLUTE DEAL BREAKERS, I mean stupid shit like what kind of car he drove or his name (although I do still draw the line at Wayne or Dwayne).

The car thing reminds me that my freshman year roommate broke up with a guy once because he drove a Monte Carlo.

Hmm, thinking about mean guy treatment reminds me that I once ended a date by saying, "Well, see ya never," and slammed the door in his face. I also told a guy after a TERRIBLE HORRIBLE date when he still wanted to walk me to my car that I would rather have a bunch of gorillas jump out of the bushes and rape me than have him walk me to my car. Then I ran away.

So anyway, the date. Jesus, 900 tangents. It was good. I'll see him again.

Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.

Action shots of our bowling excursion this weekend. I like Erich's look of SHOCK in the second one. Must have been in reaction to me KICKING ASS in the first game. Game two was tight, but Erich squeaked by in a naaaaaarow victory. I tell you, nothing prepares you for the game like an undergraduate course in the sport. Needless to say, arm pretty sore all day yesterday.

Documentation of my illness for your viewing pleasure.

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Ah lovely, the receptacle for all my snot rags! It's veritably teeming at the moment.

More sick pics

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Close-up of sick bed. Note thermometer to capture wildly varying readings. Various remotes to telly and DVD player. Book that I don't have patience to read right now. It's called The Dante Club. Interesting premise but it's moving veeeeery slowly.

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Note tomato soup and orange juice waiting for me. They won't help. Note box of tissues waiting to torment me. They are the unlotioned kind. My nose feels like ground meat. POOOOOOOOO!

Shit some kid just lit a pile of fireworks right out in the middle of the street. I about had an aneurysm. Thank god I sedated the dog. I have a mind to go out and breathe on the street kids.

Casa de la Enfermedad

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God I love three day weekends. So much so that I got REALLY sick and stayed in bed the entire time! Here is my sick bed. Note pillows in prop position. This is so I can breathe and not drown in my own mucus. Note book and used tissues. Discarded robe when I was HOT. It will go back on in approximately three minutes when I am ICE COLD.

Independence Day

I'm listening to about a skillion fireworks going off right now. It's almost 9:30pm, I'm in my jammies, and the dog is sedated. It's been a very exciting weekend for me, let's see. . . Friday: not feeling that bad, got some meds to stave off a sore throat that has been getting worse over the last week. Boom! The fireworks are really kicking in. Okay, Saturday AM: wake up. Feel like death. Venture out for essentials, then back to bed. Watch telly and some films. Sleep. Sickness progresses. Voice grows deeper. Breathing becomes more belaboured. Pattern begins to emerge:

cough
sneeze
watering eyes
hot
cough
sleepy
sneeze
cold
cough
blow nose
covers
no covers
sleep
cough
sneeze


And so on and so forth. To sum, I am sick. Day three of definite sickness. Cabin fever is raging. Happy Fourth!

Holy freaking crap.

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Do you know what this guy did? This guy here to the left? This little old seemingly fragile sweet looking old man? HE KILLED A LEOPARD THAT WAS ATTACKING HIM BY RIPPING OUT ITS TONGUE. I shit ye not. Read it for yourself:

http://www.eastandard.net/hm_news/news.php?articleid=23419

This man is 73. I'm 29 and I would have just quietly crawled into the leopard's stomach with no resistance whatsoever and waited to be dissolved by its stomach acid.

A shout out to my girl Kat Pace for bringing this breaking news story to my attention. Peace what up boo?

Screen on the Green: Mommie Dearest

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SOTG was last night. I can't believe it was the first (and likely only) one I went to this year. Skillions of people there--the pic is pre-show milling about. Warm air, blankets and chairs, drinks and munchies with thousands of your closest friends. It was great. During the show, the audience shouted out famous lines, cheered and clapped, ooh'ed and ah'ed. It was fun. I love the city for things like this. More below.

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More people wandering around pre-show. So many peeps there, the queens of ATL were definitely in full force. It's Pride Weekend here, so this was the unofficial opening event really.

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And ah a beautiful sunset to cap it all off. Now hurry up sun and go down--we need our Mommie Dearest fix.

Tina, bring. me. the. ax!

MUSIC MIDTOWN 2005

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I went, I listened, I was rained upon.

Friday night was AMAZING. Interpol (picture taken during their set) were very good, but nothing prepared us for the almighty White Stripes set. My god those motherfuckers can rock. They were fantastic. I heart them. Even though Jack has a little black worm for a moustache now. Meg's breasts were bobbling up and down as she drummed, very sexy but perhaps painful? Anyway, so worth it. So great. More pics beloooow.

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This is Music Midtown during the day. Sunday, in fact--the band playing here is Def Leppard. The guitars/drums/whatnot still pretty much sounded the same, but poor Joe Elliot must have one paper-thin single reedy reed left for his vocal cords. He didn't even bother with the high notes.

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This is my favourite pic of the night. Loitering outside the porta-potties, two-fistin' it with a hoodie on.

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Here is Tat a little while later, veritably ROCKING OUT. A little scary, non? Tip: Never mess with a woman who can headbang.