Three Reasons Why TV is Still Great:

1) Dave Coulier ice skating in drag with Nancy Kerrigan. Nuf said.


2) Bill from Freaks and Geeks as a guest star on How I Met Your Mother!


3) Related (WB)-- It has the dad from My So Called Life and there's a whole storyline involving a guy and his sausages...no really, he's a brooklyn deli guy...but they're always talking about his sausages...If you like Related you should also watch Beautiful People (ABC Family) when it starts its second season.

FC Kitchen Sink was victorious last night!!! I played my best game ever and so did the rest of the team. I'm so proud! I'll be a real soccer player yet.

Oh my god, I am pathetic. I am watching American Idol and it made me cry. This girl had a dad in jail and her mom left her when she was a little girl and she lived with her grandpa in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina...COME ON! She had the voice of an angel, and she's going to HOLLYWOOD, BABY! tearjerker. And now I'm laughing so hard I'm going to start crying again. Where do they find these people?! That kid in the tux with his weirdo brother/I-don't-know-AGENT?? My God, this episode has taught me that I am totally justified in being afraid of the south. Everyone's either a nut job or comes from a seriously f-ed up family.

Friday night after soccer I went to Rodeo Bar (I know, ick.) to see this band from Lynn's hometown play some good ole country rock and roll.

Lynn and Erica in the dark...



Angry Johnny and the Killbillies:



Saturday night was Lisa's Birthday party. The bar basically had an arcade in the back and I spent the night playing air hockey and shoot em up games.

Regular Photo Hunt is just not as fun as Erotic Photo Hunt...



Okay, so they had this game called "Target Terror" that I was totally addicted too. Which, is kind of disturbing because basically the game entailed shooting terrorists at different locations: the baggage claim, the Golden Gate Bridge, an oil tanker...they even had suicide bombers that came up and opened their trench coats in your face. FREAKY! ALSO, all the dudes in the game were wearing nappy sweatsuits, but the girl terrorists were wearing bra tops and leather pants. What the hell?! Are all female terrorists sluts? There were also a lot of random "innocent victims" running around-- mostly girls in school girl outfits and some random dude who thought it would be good to stand in the middle of a terrorist attack and smoke a cigarette...not the most realistic game, but, I must say, I am a damn good shot! yee haw

So, I was watching Grey's Anatomy last night and was super excited when one of the minor story lines involved a competitive eater from Japan. She ate too much and f-ed up her digestive system. Anyway, the staff then had their own hot dog eating contest which Sandra Oh won, and I was reminded of the time when I made the moronic decision to dabble in competitive eating myself...the dreaded Schnack 30 inch hot dog incident...I still claim that Steph ruined my chances by allowing me to eat a bagel and cream cheese that morning, but whatever...I'm experimenting with this new Youtube business and uploaded the video that Andy took onto there (I don't know how to put video on Blogger). Here are links:

http://www.youtube.com/w/?v=M-j-Y6jrZfU

http://www.youtube.com/w/?v=53q3axF7zeU

http://www.youtube.com/w/?v=Tq829nL_OLg

http://www.youtube.com/w/?v=9tDhG_FAUAk

http://www.youtube.com/w/?v=uSXkvdTbvH0

I never managed to get my ACL pics up on here...SOOOOOooooo, if you still are curious for some reason, check 'em out at my flickr site...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/32171483@N00/

Word to your mother.

So I'm officially associated in everyone's minds with beef jerky-- yes! My dad just sent this supply to me in the mail. This is only surpassed, perhaps, by the time he got me a one pound block of Vermont cheddar for Christmas.

Jerky art part deux:

My exterior dialogue on the walk to the subway this morning: "motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker..."

Needless to say, no one stopped to help the crazy lady as her umbrella turned inside out over and over again.

Why did I not take the bus from the stop directly in front of my house? Because I'm a moron and apparently a masochist as well.

I just got back from a lovely weekend in the Poconos at CABINFEST 2006. Janelle's family has a cabin and she has people over for a weekend every winter. I couldn't go last year, but this year I made it out and had loads of fun. The weather was a little icky, but we played manhunt in the rain, drank a lot, and, my personal highlight, got to drive a four wheeler. So much fun.

This was the cabin:



Janelle's parents built it with their own hands from a "log cabin kit." So cool.

Drunken manhunt in the rain-- so much fun except for the fact that the extra beer I put in my pocket had a hole in it and soaked my entire right leg...ah well.







Nothing like a good fire...



...and a good old fashioned game of beer pong.









Dante. Pretty much the cutest dog I have ever seen.

Okay, so this guy in my office just announced that his wife is pregnant. Great! Except this got me thinking...it's kind of a weird thing when a coworker's going to have a baby. Cause normally you would definitely NOT discuss this person's sex life with them. It would, in fact, be wholly inappropriate to be like, "Hey, dude, how are you? Do you and your wife have sex regularly?" But in the case of a pregnancy, it is just fair game. It's all, "So, have you been trying?" "Yeah, we've been trying for a while" "That's great!" TRYING means HAVING SEX. Replace "trying" with "having sex" in those last sentences and you get really naughty workplace conversation. It's like when Kirk's wife had a baby and all our coworkers kept asking if his wife's nipples were sore and recommended things for him to rub on her nipples. That's just WEIRD people. Weird.

So, based on the overwhelming response I got about my soccer post, I have decided that my friends in New York all want to get off their asses, but they just don't know how or where to do it. Thusly, I pledge from now on to let you all know when I find out about fun cool activities to do in this town. I, for one, love activities and seem to be a magnet for hearing about such things. Here's some initial info:

NY Coed Soccer

I'm sorry to say it's too late to sign up for the winter session, but I'll drop a line when it is time for spring registration. It costs money, but I definitely think it's worth it. And you get an authentic t-shirt with a number on it. No more scrounging around Salvation Army for that awesome old school soccer tee for you!

New York Urban Professionals League

Not only does it have a great name, but they sponsor both basketball AND volleyball leagues in the city. My friend Katie plays on a woman's basketball team and seems to really love it. I suck at volleyball, so I don't know anything about that...

and if you're not so athletically inclined...

Upright Citizens Brigade Improv Classes

I started taking these classes about a year ago, and I highly recommend it if you are even slightly comedically inclined or if you just have a lot of frustration to vent. These classes are expensive, but I consider it a mental health fee. Seriously, it's like therapy. AND you get to meet a lot of great people.

There are also some cheaper places to take classes that people have recommended to me like:

Magnet

Armando Diaz-- who actually teaches at Magnet now, I think...
http://www.armandodiaz.com/

Anywho, I hope this is a good start for you! Taking classes and joining teams can be a lot of fun and a great way to make new friends. But always remember: "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold." They taught me that in Girl Scouts. It's kind of a weird thing to tell children, actually...

In other news, I was on the subway with the scariest looking woman in the world this morning. She had me entranced with her beady little eyes. They were icey blue and kept shifting around. She was really old, like 80, and had that really wrinkled shriveled face...like she probably smoked for 65 of her 80 years...and she kept moving her jaw around like people with dentures always do...If I were casting a movie that had a part for a "scary old woman" I would have cast her on the spot. Yikes!

Last night was friendship night with Katie and Stephanie. We went to Blondies and watched the Redskins game for Katie. Actually, I was kind of watching the World's Strongest Man competition more...Who the heck makes up these challenges? I remember this one time when the competition was in Vegas and they had an event called the "Showgirl Lift" where the dude had to do squats holding the weight of showgirls on a platform above his head. The goal was to keep adding showgirls until he could no longer complete a full squat...brilliant. Anywho, the Redskins won so Katie was happy.



Then we went up to Stephy's apartment cause we never go there and went to watch the Patriots game at The Roadhouse, a bar on 108 and Amsterdam. I must say, we brought the party. It's a fairly empty bar, but a nice little spot. $8 pitchers of Sam Adams and a friendly bartender (this time...sometimes there's this grumpy dude...). They have lots of games to play, which, in my opinion, makes for a strong bar-- Ms. Pacman/Galaga (or as Steph would say, "Galagulia"), erotic photo hunt (yeehaw!), and the best of all was this punching bag game to test your strength. Stephanie proved to be the strongest of the three of us, and, before we knew it, we had started a competition to find the strongest person in the bar. The entire place was so into it! The strongest person in the bar turned out to be the bartender, which I would expect since he probably hits that bag like 45 times a week, but Stephy held her own pretty well. I was predictably weak. All that punching got us all riled up and I showed Steph all the hitting tricks I learned growing up with an older sister (how to slap opening you hand at the last possible second for maximum effect and how to properly karate chop). I think I have some bruises today (not sure which are from soccer and which are from Stephy abusing me...). Another good hour was spent playing erotic photo hunt. Gotta love any game that requires you to yell, "panties!" "nipple!" "thong strap!" and my favorite, "pearl necklace!" in order to help you fellow players. Definitely got hit on by a few creepy men. One of whom nicknamed me "8 mile" and was all, "8 mile is afraid of me" and I didn't argue...Overall, a fun night. Enjoy the picks.





Karate chops!



My guns weren't packing much ammo...





Creepy dude said this picture was very "Park Slope." Ha!

I have joined a soccer league.

Beat.

That space was for Lauren, Tracee and Haley to laugh out loud. Yes, I spent many of my high school years drooling over the men's soccer team. I couldn't help it, they WERE the cutest boys in our class...

BUT, I've never met a sport/activity I didn't like and, I must say, SOCCER IS SO MUCH FUN!!!

We had our first game last night and will have games every Friday night until mid-March. Yes, we are playing outside. Yes, in the middle of winter. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger... I did discover, however, that I am grossly out of shape. I think I was out of breath after about 3 and a half minutes. I also discovered that I say "fuck" a lot when I play sports.

Here are a few pics of Kitchen Sink United. Sorry, only one is during the actual game. First off, I played almost the whole time. Second, it's dark out. Flash does no good and action without flash ends up blurry. I'll try and work something out for future games...

Julia took these lovely pictures of the sunset last night from our roof. Have I mentioned how much I love my apartment before? Well, I do. I may have a ten minute walk from the subway, but gee golly it's worth it.





Also, I've discovered the downside of everyone and their brother having a digital camera and a blog/flikr account nowadays...there may be lots of hideous pictures of you out there that you don't know exist...I just discovered this slightly scary close up on my roommate's friend's flikr account...

Last Friday night/Saturday morning I went to Motherfucker (the hipster NYC dance party of last night's party and cobrasnake photo fame) ... I know, I know, but my roommate and her boyfriend were going and I though, Hell, if there were ever to be the right time for me to go hang out with coked-out hipsters and trannies, this is it. And so I went. I actually had tons of fun dancing the night away and people watching.

Enjoy some pics that show the side of the party that last night's party doesn't show you, the normal people-- okay, and some trannies too.

The Juan Mclean played...and that blurry guy on the right is the dude from LCD Soundsystem...



I love this picture cause this guy is the antithesis of who you would see on cobrasnake.



Nipple ring and trannie side-boob cleavage.



Go Go Dancer.

New Year's Eve was celebrated at my house this year. Why? Because I'm lazy, dammit. I like it when people come to me. Especially cause I live in Brooklyn and have a ten minute walk to the subway. Thank goodness people came over cause the weather was NASTY on Saturday. We had a lovely intimate gathering. We drank champagne (and/or sparkling white wine), watched the morons on the MTV New Year's Eve Special (hello, Stephen from Laguna Beach?!), and watched some fireworks from my (very slushy) rooftop come midnight. As is traditional, I threw up and my (very kind) sister tucked me into bed with some spare plastic bags...I'm not even sure how this is possible since I really didn't even drink that much, but that's good ole Sam for you: one minute she's happy as a clam and the next minute she's laying in bed with the world spinning around her...

Yay! Here are pics. You know, from before I ran away to my room...