thanksgiving? um yeah. so,anyways. the wine flowed, i ate tons and tons and tons, while my family did miserable touristy stuff in the rain (im not a total jerk, I took them down the village the next day). anways, i gave thanks and made merry and my family let me (read: i threatened them) DJ for most of the evening. So latrz, I dialed up Ryan Key who's big bro was in town for the holidays. His name is Derek and he does PR in Houston TX and Ryan had hyped him up as the craziest person alive, but I was all, whatever man, I can handle crazy. So I went to meet them at Welcome To the Johnsons, which was pretty dead (everywhere we went afterwards was too) due to the holidayz and the rain and whatnot.

Anyways Derek seemed really nice and normal and was just chillin and drinking some Guinnes with Ryan when I arrived. They were cute.


I drank some PBRs and looked stupid


ANYWAYS, we had to show Derek a *time*, yknow because he was in town and all for this special occasion, and he had yet to unleash the beast, so I suggested the open bar at Lit. And that was pretty much the beginning of the end.

This is me looking at Derek all suspicious like as he bought us a round of shots that tasted like lemonade while we waited for the open bar to start.


So the open bar started and Derek was like hell yes. Dude was insane, drank like 8 drinks in 30 seconds, started getting all crazy like and hitting on the uber hip bartender and whatnot. She kept having to tell him that he could only get one drink at a time, at which point he would gesture at me and Ryan and we would shrug and hide our drinks. Needless to say, we shortly had an impressive collection of vodka tonics.


and that was really the end.


The place was dead, we posted right up on the bar and continued ordering drink after drink after drink (the open bar was only a half an hour.) Look at me flashing all the cash that I was not spending.



anyways then I started dancing or something and everything is fuzzy after that.


somehow I ended up back uptown at my aunts. Drunksgiving 2k6. holla!

um.... why is the new Joanna Newsom album the best thing ever? (at least for next like 3 days)

i am blogging from the library. everyone here hates me. yeah!
uhhhh so this past weekend.

well, Noah and I got out of class and after I bought some clothes and we ate some pizza we decided to go to some bizzaro land bar on 3rd and 13th where everyone had accents and was really into some groovy techno music and they played some good Daft Punk and Gorillaz remixes and some Gnarles Barkley but other than that I sat the couch and awkwardly drank beers we snuck in.

Then we went to Lit where it must have been super retro rock/ old school punk Thursday and Noah reminsced about how cool he was when he was younger because he knew all these songs, and I was like, hey I'm 20 and I still don't know what any of these songs are. Then we drank like a million (approx) beers and made fun of some crazy bitch who was wearing ugly clothes and dancing like she wished like she was Molly Ringwald. I mean she shou be Molly Ringwald, if Molly Ringwald was fugly and tried to make out with gay boys.

Then I tricked Noah into going to Hiro by promising to pay for a cab. Not much happened there. We pretty drank beers we snuck in and tried to get people to sell us drugs or something. We mostly looked like this:


So yeah. Then we were so over that. So we called up our buddy Jun. Who took us uptown to some bar and bought us beers and shots of Patron and then we like hung out in the bathroom until the place shut down. Then Noah thought it would be an awesome idea to paint his room at 6 in the morning. And I totally agreed. So we did.
Anyways, by 8 in the morning I was feeling pretty crazy, so I called Beth Gula and was like "Beth, lets get on a bus! Theres some silly Boston Party" and she was all "Fuck yeah!" So we did.

Anyways John Mahoney was the bomb.com and hosted pre/post party festivities. Everyone in Boston that I'm in love with represented hardcore (except Chris, but he was sick and he's precious, so he gets a no-shit pass from me). Here are some pictures with some captions:


Beth and Stephanie were pretty.


I joined the fun and just looked really emo-y and pissed off. awesome.


Then we saw this dude, Brian, John's friend tearing up the dance floor with some dope chick and we decided to get in on it.


John was a dancing king as per usual. Well he was lookin' a little slim, so he was more like a prince. But still awesome.


and then Celia and Ashley rolled up and it was like FREAK OUT TIME slash time to spend like 50 bucks on Bud Lights (yuck).


and then the fucking Elk's Lodge Mascot showed up and everyone really freaked out... but then we were really like, wait, why is there a mascot here, why are these drinks so expensive and why is no one here dancing but us so.....


We relocated to John's house for a private party!


when I looked at this picture later, I was all "wow, thats the biggest bottle of beer EVER!" then I realized that it was a bottle of wine and then I am really stupid and should probably kill myself.

anyways, when everyone reunited at John's house at the end of the night we all got more krunk and drew some crazy ass art until like 230 in the morning. Then Beth and I went and got obscene amounts of the best falafel ever and I drunkenly cursed out Boston to no one in particular and almost (sorta) got into a fight with some dudebros.

I'm not really sure how I got home that morning in time for work in NYC, but I know it was through the magic of Beth Gula, so thanks Beth. Remember that time we broke that chainlink thing? Not embarrasing at all.


p.s. Michelle is a fox.

yeah, boston still sucks. oh well. but my friends there totally rule and are really pretty and fun and nice..... they need to come visit me all the time always.

something that does not suck. this:



a full report on all 16 hours of boston shenanigans and tons of photos coming soon.....

it is 9:12 on a friday morning and i am getting ready to go to boston for something..... totally insane... i havent slept in like 28 hours, its awesome.... work at 2 tommorow..... last weekend was annex with Beth, Ryan, and Andrew. Andrew was a pimp and tried to straight up sleep on the sidewalk outside the club, Ryan was a pimp and slipped some bait to get him and beth in sans ID after the *cut off* point (love it!) and everything else was dancing/moshing.... pretty standard, pretty gay..... Saturday I saw Borat with Beth, she fell asleepe for all of the boring points, but other than that i drank wine at a diner and yeah. last night was Lit then Hiro with Noah. and then some uptown nonsense. yeah yeah yeah. we started painting noahs room at like 6 in the morning. i apparently have no idea how to paint rooms. and despite noahs detailed instructions i just got no painting room skills. so i made a mess and he fixed it and what not. and then it was right now. and right now i am going to boston? yeah!

HOT TRASH!!!! (Cake Shop 11/2/06)

so like. yeah. last night Anna Schoenfelder and I both managed to loose our wallets. and that is why we are probably themost amazing people you know. recap time.

soooo thursday Noah and I hit up the Todd P. shizz at 3rd Ward which is a seriously awesome space. They had two stages set up so that band were playing B2B. Proffessor Murder, Matt and Kim, and Flosstradamus were all really awesome. Everyone else was just enh.

Friday Annascho came into town super late and we hit the Vice Party at like 1am. We met up with Noah Fuller and engaged in some shenanigans involving a cardboard box and illegal substances. Once we actually got inside we saw the flosstradamus, Kid Sister, Chromeo and A-Track. All the Free Sparks and Bud Light you can handle, what what what. Dance party for sure. Ran into Nick from Cobra Kai and Ian and Frank from Identity Crisis of way back when. Check out these super sketchy pictures some dude took of the show. The last one is a picture of Naoh and Nick? Stalkerzzz. He must read my blog...(lolz!...ugh)


CHROMEO!


KID SISTER!


NICK AND NOAH?

we couldnt get into the afterparty across the street because we got there at 4 in the morning and the bouncer was a douche slash the party was totally over. But we talked to the guys from Flosstradamus afterwards and they were toally cute and nice and yeah. anyways then we called it a night.


Saturday was crazy. Galapagos to say hello to Matt Leddy, Studio B to rave for a bit for the Justice set, but we missed it anyways because my drunk ass insisted we go to Southpaw to catch the end of the Rub. so after all of that nonsense I.am.so.poor. but it was worth it? Bansheeing out everywhere. Saw Nick again and ran into Brilliant Mistake Mike..... Ended the night with Annascho at Kellogs in BK sharing a table with two ridiculous gay guys who thought that we were crackwhores. We are. And we both lost our phones over the course of the night.

So I started a new blog because I forgot the password to the last one and Beth never really wrote on it because I never really told her how to,,,.

Anyways, past few days have been kind of retardedly awesome.

Weekend: went home chilllaxxed with the fam, got freeee foods with my mommma. Good times….. just bummed that I missed all the NYC weekend Halloween action, but wahtevs, only like 365 more days. Saturday night met up with Anna Schoenfelder to go to motherfucking GIRLTALK at the black cat backstage. Wanted to get there at 8 to ensure entry/awesome dance positions, anna said that I was a crazy person and insisted that we didn’t go to the club until around 10. Thank jesus for her becaue the Bliss people played a dirty trick by not putting homeboy on until 1 in the am…. But jesus when he went on the place went APESHIT. He seriously came out, set up a fucking little coffee table with his laptop on it busts out a full suit (which he completely stripped out of over the course of the show) and starts the jams. People awkwardly swayed for the first few beats then he just grabbed some schmo from the front row and pulled him on the stage and then basically all 150 people in attendance got on the teeny tiny stage as well. The sweatiest, grimiest, most serious dance/sing along session ensued. Anna got all up on the piece and poured beers on him to cool him down. She poured some beers on Rohan too, but that was just to get him to fuck off and stop trying to pull off her clothes. I mostly just dumped all the shots anna snuck me on the ground/on myself because….. yknow. Anyways aside from a few unsavory characters in the crowd,,,,, girltalk killlllllllED it. Lookkkkeeee:





Post concert I hopped on the Chinatown bus back to NY in order to work at grounded where I made Nikolai Fraiture smile when I told him that his new hair cut “like…. totally rules” (It’s fauxhawk type thing and actually does rule, he got a black coffee and a brownie)

Monday was a school day. Whatever.

Tuesday was my 24 hour halloween extravaganza. It started at 5 in the morning when I woke up to go to work at grounded. We wore some cute masks and crazy colored lipstick. Tips were still average though, but whatever. Kumar of “Harold and Kumar” came through and got a large black coffee and a choclate chip cookie to stay. I peeped over his shoulder at one point and he was reading script breakdowns for a movie. He’ls much taller in real life than I would have expected, I guess after I saw Aziz (www.azizisbored.com) I assumed all Indian comics were short (I’m retarded, say what?) Walked out of work and right into Noah Fuller who was eating at the corner bistro. I went with him to get some lemonade from Citarella that he could not shut up about. It was kind of not that great but whatever. We parted ways and I jetted out to BK to put some final touches on my costume and then it was back to the city for some stupid class where they didn’t even take attendance.

Met up with Noah and we went down to Water Street to meet up with Ryan Key, Andrew Gellar, and the always lovely Beth Gula for a little pregame action. With all of the parade madness though, by the time we go there we barely had time to do more than blast a frew jams, chug a few beers and throw on our costumes. I was a zebra, Beth was the girl with a green ribbon, Noah was a grimy 80esque workout dude, Ryan was Bill the Butcher from Gangs of New York and Andrew was a dead Red Sox fan… I have to find some pictures to put up here, everyone looked great.

The reason that we were in such a rush was because we were going to see these guys:





I once again insisted that we get there ludicrously early. Basically got there a bit before the Presets went on. The lead singer was Steve Irwin with a stingray in his chest. While we were waiting for the Rapture to go on we chugged some tepid PBRs and liqour from a baby bottle in the bathroom. and I decided that without my mask, my costume was essentially Leigh from the misshapes. Then we got decent spots and were surrounded by a ton of CMJ goons who were essentially all teenage boys who write for stylus magazine or some shit. This one kid from Kansas kept trying to talk to me/Beth and I just kept telling him that he sucked because he worked at Banana Republic. Then he kept trying to offer Noah, who was fucked up on acid, his girlie liqour drink. I felt kind of bad later, because 1. I would probably suck too if I was Kansas and 2. the kid had some sick dance moves. The place was still pretty empty when the Rapturetook the stage (according to www.brooklynvegan.com it was because people were lined up around the block outside... suckkaazzzz). They came out in super serious glow in the dark skeleton body suits and did a good portion of the monster mash. SO GOOD. The new album is hella good, and H.O.J.L. sounded good as evaa. Anyways it was a dance fiesta for me and Beth and Noah and a bunch of hickfucks for sure, the guys in the band all have dope dance moves that get the crowd pumped. I kind of maybe was a little insane.....Luke Jenner is the sweetest dude ever and totally talked to every fan that wanted to talk to him post concert (Mostly stupid girls who thought that he would actually just let them go backstage if they asked him....) Apparently he just had a kid with his wife. If he was my dad, my life would rule. obviously.

Post party we struggled with the meeting up with the other kids and it essentially never happened. We went by Home Sweet Home and there was a serious hipster vs. ganster fight going down that we stopped to watch. The black kid kept screaming at the stupid skinny white kid " THIS IS MY HOOD, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ALL JUST MOVED IN HERE, I WAS HERE FIRST!" it was pretty intense/entrancing.

After that we went to Welcome to the Johnsons for a minute where I ran into Hannah who I lived with over the summer, she and her friends had silly string and were basically pissing everyone there off, but I thought that it was great. After a few rounds and me recounting the Josh Scannell puking on the ground there over the summer story, we decided to try to get into the CMJ party at Annex, where basically we saw Rohan who was a douchebag, the bouncer strong-armed me out of the club after I gave him guff when he stopped me for not having an ID, and Beth and I said loud mean things about the slutty girls that were talking to the members of the rapture (who had just arrived) while there were like 2 feet away, Then I peed at a bar called "BAR" on Ludlow? or maybe orchard... whatever, the bouncer was named Ro and totally dug my crazy bitch withough an ID routine, so I think we're going to have to go there again. We ended our traipsing around the L.E.S. at some Mexican themed bar filled with white people that had reasonably price dranks.... About halfway through our drinks we decided that it was time to go to Kellogs. So we his our drinks in sweatshirts and hopped in a cab. Then I dumped all the drinks all over the table and floor once we got to Kellogs and then I ate a delicious veggie burger deluxe. Then I crashed at Beth's

Tommorow Steve Aoki and Oh No! Oh My! @ Puma Store, then Proffessor Murder in BK. Friday MSTRKRFT in the afternoon, then a little babysitting uptown, and then who knows what. So many CMJ shits. Working the rest of the weekend. bleh gay.

wow that was long. p.s. i have no life.