Today I was rear-ended (I was stopped at a red light. The person behind me apparently didn’t feel like stopping. I’m fine, it’s fine.). Then I had to run around my office/the city like a maniac to make a certain project HAPPEN. Then I had to cab it to my other office to make a meeting (that seemed to last forever and was in a FREEZING, and I mean FREEZING conference room) … and that brings us to now.
I am drawing a blogging blank. So instead of boring you with statements like “What’s with the AC?!” or “This weather. UGH.” or “My car. WAAHHHH.”, I’ll leave you with a photo I stole from Miss Fabulous from this weekend. It is what I would like to be doing now. And probably what I will be doing in … oh 45 minutes.
Don’t we look like two little devils. RAWR.
Also before I go - details are coming together for Boston Blogtoberfest ‘08. I’m going to check out some venues and hit up some sponsors this week. If you are a company or an individual who is interested in sponsoring, please shoot me an email: jenny@alleyesonjenny.com!
“GIRL! You are looking FIERCE tonight!” (Man to a man.)
“Go ahead. Touch my butt!” (Man to a girl.)
“I wish I had the legs for that mini dress. Sigh.” (Man to a woman.)
“Ohh give me that yummy gin lemonade drink with extra fruit. HAY!” (Man.)
“I LOVE showtunes.” (Everyone.)
Showtune Tuesday at dbar for Andy’s birthday was a time and a half. There are few places you can get together with a group of people and sing your heart out to Wicked, Little Shop of Horrors, Moulin Rouge, Cabaret, Chicago, Miss Saigon, Hairspray, etc and have everyone around you know all the words too.
Here’s a few pics and video if I need to further convince you locals to head over to dbar …
Danielle, Me, Sarah, and birthday boy Andy … I’ve known these people for decades (plural).
Me (looking a little Tranny-ish) with the South End crew. GIRLS!
Believe it or not, about a decade ago, this was me. Red hair? Check. Pearls? Check. Cat ears? Check.
This is Showtune Tuesday VJ/DJ Ryan trying to look official as I crash his booth. I went to high school with Ryan which makes it my right to crash his booth.
And finally … Vide-oh! (Note: these are all REALLY dark. The lighting in dbar is ROMANTIC. And by romantic I mean not conducive to video taking … and probably for good reason.)
A really crappy dark “vlog” from the beginning of the night.
A couple drinks in singing some Moulin Rouge …
And finally … you try to not dance and bop around while listening to this little ditty.
This weekend my friends Danielle, Murf, David and I went to Maine. The trip started out fabulously in that I had already ingested a bottle of champagne by the time the crew picked me up. Champagne + me = silly.
Things I do while under the influence of champagne:
Unsuccessfully try to find bottles of Maine’s own Poland Springs Club Soda in a Maine convenience store and exclaim at the top of my lungs “Where’s the Poland Springs at? C’mon! Isn’t that what it means to be from Maine?!”
Or maybe buy a $1 scratch ticket only because it was so ugly, I felt bad for it:
Over the weekend the whole crew of us made some really important discoveries. And now this is the portion of the blog where I show you.
“What does a $15 bag of cherries look like?” you might ask. Well lucky for you, I not only know, but have a photo for you.
It is a rather unremarkable bag of fruit, so maybe you can appreciate the horror in our faces as we checked out at the supermarket.
Or if the cherries aren’t interesting, maybe you would like to know what rocket balloons look like.
Luckily I have a photo of the ever adorable David and a sad excuse for a rocket balloon RIGHT HERE:
David wasn’t so good at blowing up the balloons. He was only good at breaking the pump that they came with, but we love him anyway.
So maybe the balloons can’t hold your attention. What about a label for idiots?
“Sit down child while I julienne your marshmallows. Please be sure to have NO FUN while eating them. Thanks.”
Next up I have something I know everyone will enjoy discovering the answer to. I mean, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked myself “Gee, what would it look like I filled a tommy gun with tequila?”
The answer, my friends, is “awesome”.
Awesome and HOURS of tequila fueled fun. For instance:
Or perhaps:
(Things to note about that picture and why it is especially awesome: tequila filled tommy gun of course, Taboo in the background, my LUNGE, and Dink’s FACE.)
I’m not really sure where else to go with this entry, so I leave you with THIS, the perfect ending to any weekend get-away and blog recap:
I’ve been slightly MIA the past week … or so. I’ve been busy seeing people, hanging out and doing things - but have very little to report. I do have some photos (and one video) that you can look at though, if not for anything else but just to prove I’m still alive and kicking (oh, and I got bangs)!
This is me (looking rather INTENSE) with my friend Danielle. She trimmed my bangs and then we went for a celebratory cocktail at Eastern Standard.
The following night, I put on a scary face (seriously - wtf) and went to a show with with a bunch of friends including Kim who is leaving us for the Big Apple in a couple of months. She’s a smarty.
The next day, some a-hole came into town and I’ve been spending a good chunk of time hanging out with him.
We did a whole Boston day and started off in the South End ….
And moved on to Back Bay and hung out on the Charles where Hooker took a series of photos in which we both look horrible, this being the least offensive.
So that pretty much sums up my past week. Now I will leave you with a video from that show I mentioned I went to on Friday. I went to see my current favorite local band Lovers Muggers & Thieves.
Before you watch you should know that a.) this show was pretty much all of my friends bands playing in their hometown, so it was kind of a mess and b.) Kiley (the lead singer of LM&T) had completely lost her voice from playing a show the night BEFORE so this is hardly a representation of how GREAT this band is, but really shows how FUN they are.
*I wrote this entry early this morning again on little sleep. After some coffee and a re-read I realize it makes little to no sense. Too bad. I’m too tired to rewrite ;)
So Friday I left work early to go see the Sex & The City movie with my girls, Andy, Kate, Sarah and Jill. Post-movie, we grabbed a cosmo (clearly) and dinner. I had to take it WAY easy on the drinks since I was scheduled to shoot a wedding the next morning which required me to a.) get up at 6:30 b.) drive 1.5 hours west of where I live c.) work the wedding for 8 straight hours - not an easy task hungover I assume. Sarah was also taking it easy on the cosmos since she was the designated driver of the evening.
Of course then within the next two hours the following happened: Sarah broke two bones in her foot (I’m not kidding - she STEPPED off the curb. We are all so incredibly perplexed how it even happened!), I lost my cell phone and my car/apt keys at some point entering the ER, and Andy lost both his cell phone and his wallet. We are not a lucky bunch.
(I did end up finding my keys and phone - and by “I found” I mean “hospital security found” (in the back of the wheelchair I used to get poor Sarah into the emergency room.)
I had to call my sis to get me home and I crawled into bed around 1:15 am. Except I didn’t fall asleep right away (of course) and then woke up for the morning around 4:30.
I got up, worked the wedding all day, which went perfectly. Then decided 2ish hours of sleep is FINE to go out for the night. Right? Right. So I showered up and headed immediately in town to go see my friend Kiley’s band play.
And I decided to treat myself to two drinks at the bar. Then my friends Danielle, Justin and I had one more drink at a friend’s house post-show.
Here’s a little math for you 2 hours of sleep + 3 alcoholic drinks = crazy Jenny. I was so over tired I felt drugged, not drunk, and decided to pass out dead asleep on Danielle’s couch somewhere around 2 am. And that’s exactly where I awoke at 6:45 am.
But here’s the best part: when Danielle woke up she asked if I locked Justin out. I hardly remember chatting on the couch before I passed out and I was pretty sure I was out cold for four hours. OH NO.
Apparently after I fell asleep on the couch, I got up (what?!), walked in to Danielle’s bedroom (huh!?), kick off my shoes (really!?) and had a conversation (uhhh?!) in which I LIED to Danielle about Justin’s where abouts (riiiight.).
Danielle: What’s going on? Is Justin asleep on the couch?
Jenny: No.
Danielle: Did he leave?
Jenny: Yes.
Meanwhile Justin was on the couch. And then I proceeded to have yet another conversation with him.
……..
I think this not sleeping, insomnia, sleep walking/talking/lying is getting out of hand, no?
So last night, I went for a long run to tire myself out as much as I could, took a hot shower, and decided to tuck myself into bed about 9:15 pm. Except, things don’t got that easily in Jenny-land.
Despite the fact that it was a SCHOOL NIGHT, the mother next door shooed her 3 year old and 5 year old kids outside to play … at 9:30 pm.
……????!!!!
I wish I was kidding. (If I sound totally crazy in that video, please forgive me, because I am.)
I really, really, really hate my neighbors. And the worst part is, the kids are still in school. Their mother only allows this to get worse and even more unbearable when they are off for the summer. Sigh.
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