I love Halloween in NYC because you're never really sure if someone's wearing a costume...

It was home to Michigan for me and my sister this weekend. Instead of going home for Thanksgiving we like to pick a University of Michigan football game to go home for (my mom has had season tickets for as long as I can remember). I was super excited because the Tigers were also playing in the World Series and I thought maybe I'd be home for the last games in Detroit...

Well, those hopes were soon dashed as they choked a biggie Friday night. BUT I did get to see The Hold Steady at Magic Stick Friday night. Yeah, I went from Brooklyn to Detroit to see a band from Brooklyn... Heather and I were curious to see what their fan base was like in Detroit since they sell out every show here. Well, Magic Stick was pretty packed by the time they came on, so I'd say they have a lot of Detroit fans. Apparently no girls like music in Detroit though- my sister and I were 2 of probably 8 girls at the venue. Major sausage fest. Also, there was a group of (maybe) 16 year old boys there that was so wasted but so excited. It really might have been the first time they had ever been drunk, and I must say, it was pretty amusing. One of them literally yelled "Cigarettes and alcohol!!!" before the show (and then they all high fived). The show was really great. I actually don't dig listening to their albums so much, but they put on a heck of a show.

Saturday Michigan took on Northwestern (and won) in the pouring (and freezing) rain. Yahoo. Luckily I brought my sleeping bag coat with me, so I managed to stay relatively cozy. Nothing can compare to seeing a game at the Big House. Nothing. Attendance is over 100,000 every game-- even this one in the nasty weather.

Saturday night was spent at Caribou Coffee & The Village Place...cause that's how geeky my friends are...BIG shout out to Miss Lauren, who is the biggest fan of this blog and one of the major reasons I started it in the first place. She says I will never get a boyfriend if boys I like read this blog...she may be right...shit. Tracee also happened to be in town AND I got the super bonus of seeing Pei Un. It was like a middle school reunion.

Sunday we did some good old fashioned mini-mall shopping and had Buddy's Pizza for dinner. Mmmm Buddy's.

I don't know about you, but I love Laffy Taffy. Not only do you get a delicious piece of candy, but you get two hilarious (ahem) jokes on every wrapper.

How fitting that I got this gem today:




What do you call a cow with a twitch?




(give up???)




BEEF JERKY!!!

Listen up:

Making jokes about how girls dress like sluts on Halloween is played out.

We all saw Mean Girls.

We get it.

If you think that you are the first person to “hilariously” point this fact out…well, you’re an idiot.

Shut your pie hole.

Now then, I would like to point out something everyone seems to be ignoring. Woman may dress like sluts on Halloween, but men dress like absolute morons. There ain’t nothing sexy about men’s Halloween costumes.

Case in point, the Top 10 Bestselling costumes from www.halloweenmart.com. The top women’s costumes range from “Lacy Pirate” to “Vixen Pirate Wench”—but the men’s costumes contain the following gems:

Weighing in at number 5...it’s the “Chick Magnet”



Wow. I don’t know about you, but I’m laughing my ass off. No, not because this costume is so clever, because you are an idiot if you purchased this. If you are wearing this costume, you are most certainly NOT a chick magnet. In fact, you probably haven’t gotten laid since you went to that luau this summer (ba-dump-ching!). note The “Chick Magnet” is sold out for the 2006 season…

Just a few spots down at number 8…it’s the “Heart On”



If you think this costume’s a winner, maybe you should just go ahead and dress like a giant dick, it’s what everyone thinks you are anyway.



And you aren't seeing one of these any time soon...

Sam's Town, Indeed!



Tonight Andy took me to the Killers concert for my Birthday. LA Reed was there (I recognized him from his kid's Super Sweet 16 episode...) and we had better seats! I really love Brandon (lead singer), but he really needs to shave that mustache off.

Fun times.

The Tigers are breaking my heart.

Heather and I watched Game 3 at Angry Wades tonight. The only plus side was free chicken fingers, cheese sticks and shots from a semi-shady dude.

Argh.

Meredith sent me her photos from the Black & White Birthday Party we had a few weeks back...I just had to post this one.



We look like the girls of Delta Gamma or something...I am SO into it.

Saturday night was Oktoberfest (aka Sausage Fest 2) at Pat & Joe's.



Once again, Pat and Chip encased some succulent meat, and we drank only German beer. I had spent the entire afternoon with Stephanie and the gang tailgating at the Columbia football game so I was running on fumes, but I plopped on the couch and watched the Tigers lose...



"Look the Tigers scored one run!"



We're really into costumes lately...



Yet another fun-filled weekend that has left me totally hoarse...maybe I'll take a trip to Mamoun's and get some tea later...yum!

GO TIGERS!!!

After a devastating loss last night, the Tigers won tonight and the series is now 1 and 1.

I couldn't be more excited for the Tigers, and, really, for the City of Detroit. I'm extra excited because I'm going home next weekend...If the Tigers win, the energy will be unbelievable- ALSO if game 6 and 7 are necessary, they will be happening Saturday and Sunday in Detroit. Obviously, chances are slim that I would actually have tickets to the games, but you can bet your bottom dollar my sister and I will be part of the masses huddled outside Comerica Park!

So exciting!

(Pics courtesy of my trip home last August)

Well, it’s official: I’m the girl with no gaydar.

Andy pointed my attention to this article this morning...

My beloved George from Grey’s Anatomy is gay. Sadness all around. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with the fact he’s gay, I have a problem with the fact it means that, yet again, I have developed a crush on a guy that likes guys…which only hammers home the fact that I am desperately attracted to gay men- WHICH is clearly a problem for a straight girl. What is a girl to do when she’s fundamentally attracted to guys that don’t like women?

I don’t think I’ve ever had a crush, or even dated anyone that my friends haven’t questioned the sexuality of at least once…Obviously the guys I have dated were, in fact, straight (or at least I think so…) but it worries me a little that I’m never sure at first…

I rarely give someone “the eye” but lately there have been a few times when I tried giving a guy “the eye,” thought I was doing a pretty good job of it…thought to myself, “you go girl, work it!” …And then the guy I was giving “the eye” to started giving another guy a sensual back massage…DAMN. Foiled again. It actually happened just this morning on the subway. Not the massage part, but the checking out a guy and then realizing he was flirting with another guy thing.

The overall problem, I suppose, is that I like artsy, nerdy types with good style- and the intersection of these traits is the corner of Gay Street and Questionable Lane.

Friday night was my Goth-chic-themed Birthday party. I was glad to see everybody (well mostly everybody) get into the whole costume thing.

Wigs are so much fun. I had on a wig that made me look like some sort of bordello babe and my friend Vanessa walked by me about three times before she recognized me. Katie looked completely different with this black wig on.



As a whole, I was going for an 80s Goth prom queen...I think my sister liked it. She likes any time I actually make myself look remotely hot.



Dressing Goth really goes to your head. I just couldn't take a picture without making a snarl or some sort of sultry face.



Chip and I have an ongoing quest to master the "come hither" look.





Emily came all the way from State College, PA for the occasion. Okay, so, actually her mom and aunt were also going to be in town, but it was really fun to have her there. A few years ago she totally surprised me by coming here from Austin for my Birthday and it was the best surprise I've ever gotten.



I really got into decorating and doing crafty things to promote the theme. I made "bloody" red velvet cupcakes, red punch, and this obscene red raspberry Jell-O mold.



I also made a pinata for the occasion. I used to make pinatas all the time for extra credit in high school (yeah, public school) and have become a pinata expert of sorts...It had been a while since I made one, but I managed to turn out a semi-decent bloody unicorn...





...which I took outside and beat to a bloody pulp.





I wanted everyone to take turns, but apparently everyone else liked just watching me destroy the thing, so I got infinite whacks until the street outside my apartment was strewn with gummy fangs and boxes of Nerds.



And then I celebrated by wearing its corpse as a hat.





But my sister got angry and bit me...



Stefan looked like my prom date, so we took the quintessential prom shot.



There was a whole lot of skin and eye makeup goin' on.



Emily and I purchased the same spider web sleeves...I have to admit, I really dig them. I might just start wearing them to work...



I put in red "party" bulbs.



It was so Hell-ish it was heavenly.

What? You want to see MORE pictures?

Fine.



I made a dirty alcoholic Jell-O mold.



"Tell me, have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale candle light?"



Wigs are fun.



From Texas to Tennessee to the Carolinas to Georgia to BROOKLYN, Emily and Sam rock the house wherever they go.



I have no idea what's going on in this picture, but, whatever it is, I like it.

MORE photos...

My road trip buddy may have lived in Austin, but she knows more than the "hook 'em" horns...



Pour on the Sauce...



I filled the pinata with gummy fangs and Nerds...



I slaughtered a unicorn and wore its head as a hat.

Cardamom? More like carda-YUM

After a fun, but exhausting Birthday weekend (pictures to come) and a sketch show last night, I was left a little hoarse so I decided to get some tea at lunch. Most people know Mamoun’s for their falafel, but I actually go for shawarma and tea. I was disappointed because the shawarma wasn’t ready when I got there today (lamb is pretty much my favorite meat), but the tea totally hit the spot. They serve some sort of black tea with cardamom and it’s the tastiest tea on a crisp fall day. Go there and order a hot tea with one sugar and you won’t be disappointed.

I heart cardamom in general, and another one of my favorite treats is Hampton Chutney Co.’s cardamom coffee. It’s a little pricey, but very tasty indeed.

Both places are pretty close to work for me and I consider myself very lucky.

In other food news, I have recently discovered a great new jerky product. Jack Link’s has a bunch of new lines out and my favorite is the Premium Cuts. I bought a pack of the Teriyaki Beef Steak Nuggets the other day and they were delicious. Great for breakfast!

Due to my widely-known obsession with meat, half my Birthday presents were meat-related…I got bacon Band-Aids, gummy bacon, a steak lunch box, and an assortment of Italian cured meats…Yum!

The Birthday party itself went off without a hitch. I’ll write more about that later, but for now, here are some pictures I was forwarded by friends today. They’re a little “Last Night’s Party” cause apparently the moment you put on Goth clothes you turn into a slut…there’s just something about it.

The TV Night Girls:



"My hood shades me from the dark realities of life..."



Couples that hate together stay together...



Gloomy roomies:



Dance Party:





That's all Blogger wants me to post for now, apparently...more to come...

My Weekend Stats:

2: Number of softball games I played in.
0: Number of softball games my team won.
1: Number of soccer games I played in.
3: Number of sports games I watched.
2: Number of games with a victorious score of 6 to 0 (Tigers & FC Kitchen Sink).
0: Number of games the Yankees have left in the season (go Tigers!).
45: Number of bruises on my body.
1: Number of sketch shows I performed in.
1: Number of sketch shows I attended.
3: Number of loads of laundry I did.
1: Number of home cooked dinners I attended.
0: Number of Canadian Thanksgiving dinners I attended (damn traffic!).

All of this adds up to a whole lot of tired.

My Birthday is in exactly one week. I know most have you have already gotten me an amazingly fabulous present, but for all you slackers, here are some more things you might want to buy me...


The "I Love Meat" Sticker Collection: Now, we all know that I love meat, but don't you think the WORLD should know? Me too.

The T-Bone Shower Curtain: Because I have the T-Bone Bath Mat...and don't you think my curtain should match my rug?

The Monkey Stool: Cause I want to live in Graceland and that means monkeys, lots of monkeys...

Okay, I admit it, that part was for a contest on the Archie McPhee website...but I do want that stuff...I also really want...

A Black Velvet Elvis Painting: Because, again, I strive to live in Graceland.

Which leads me to the:

Elvis Bust Lamp: I have always wanted one of these. I ask you, what goes better with a brass monkey lamp? Nothing.

And now for the party invite that rocked the world...



I know, completely disturbing. And yet you can't look away, can you? And you are starting to laugh cause it's kind of funny really, isn't it? Yeah, I'm sick in the head. But, FYI, fake blood is tasty...