“Let me break it down for you what a Dave Matthews concert is like. I’ve been dragged to one. There’s a LOT of hackey sack. And frat douches in backwards baseball caps. But not always the beefy (and cheesy) kind I like. It’s more the tall curly-haired ones in manpris and rugby shirts who haven’t washed their balls in ages. And they’re trying to convince 10 graders who are at their first concert to give them oral in some secluded part of the outdoor concert area. And there’s a lot of people smoking hash (don’t ask). And it all sounds like one big long song. And there’s some of those extended jams that just cause me to drink more and more beer so I can forget what’s happening.”—j harvey- thanks j harvey, you summed it up, but i was there for the MUSIC. sadness.
A bushy-tailed squirrel dressed as a pirate, or a floppy puppy dressed as a pirate?
I make it a point to collect at least one useless item for my office from each major exhibit we have here at work, which is why I have a scarab pencil box (King Tut) and a tiny stuffed Darth Vader and Chewie (Star Wars).
pirate squirrel is more random. that being said i want that chewy.
setting: unc chapel hill- our house aka chateau bleu
occasion: unc in the final game of the ncaa tourny
in attendance: the gay mafia, delta sigs, various girlfriends, and drama kids
we had made unsuccessful calls that week trying to find a place to watch the final game. we were playing illinois and were stoked to be in the finals and wanted to celebrate with all of our friends. since we had a few different groups we hung out with, it was going to be hard to corral everyone.
also a challenge was the fact that most places were full, so being the party house, we decided to get a keg and watch the game at our place.
our little tv wouldnt do, so an illustrious friend hooked up a projector and put the game on the side of our house facing a very busy street and the fire department.
we grabbed all the den furniture and put it outside. i made tshirts from an abandoned pr endeavor i had been suckered into. some online tv station had sent me a box of “fuck television” shirts for me to hand out on campus. when i discovered that the content on their site was mysogenistic, i said fuck mania tv.
so our fuck tv shirts became fuck illinois shirts. i drew an impressively realistic stripper on the back of josh’s which said “bang bang give me the title” since josh thinks the strippers say “bang bang give me your money” when they click their heels together. (slowly realizing my zest for drawing strippers doesnt match my anger at mania tv. im full of contradictions.)
we drank keg beer, cheered our team, brought in a few people from the street looking for a place to watch, and managed to burn our bisexual christmas tree as a present to the basketball gods.
we won. abandoned the apartment and stormed franklin street to burn things and celebrate with 32 oz beers at hes not here.
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With guests: Meryl Streep, James Gandolfini, Dave Eggers, Spike Jonze, Linda Emond, Catherine Keener, Anika Noni Rose, Stephen Greenblatt and others. 92nd St Y. September 15, tickets go on sale TOMORROW.
There’s no way I am missing this. Like, not even if someone I know has a child that night. Sidenote: are any of you seven months pregnant?