What A Waster. What A Fucking Waster.
Maybe you think my absence this weekend meant I was off on some road trip following a band around the east coast. Maybe you believe my lack of phone conversations was due to a wild weekend chasing celebrities around town. Maybe you think I'm a loser who didn't even make it out of the house this weekend. If you guessed the latter, you are correct.
After the work week ended, I went straight back to 186. Noah stopped by to get a hang on and we got reaquainted with Zoolander. The problem was Noah and I popped some Lou Miller candy, and I took a shot of Rest Easy (aka Ghetto Nyquil). My tired ass could only make it through the first hour of the movie before readying myself to passout. Noah took off and I was asleep by 10:30pm on a Friday night. If you are wondering, it was glorious.
Come Saturday morning, waking up was a harder task than expected. The drugs kept me in bed until 12pm. At that point, Cami and I decided to make some breakfast. We tooled around KeyFoods for a bit and then returned to my abode to make it happen. Following the big brunch (yes, there was a ton of bacon) we watched this strange documentary called Uncle Sadam. It was a strange documentary about Iraq's long time dictator. It was interesting because the subject matter is so relevent at this point in time, but the production was a bit clownish. Cami said it was a satire. I hope sure hope so. That guy was/is a bastard.
More laziness ensued throughout Saturday, and by 10:30pm, I had already taken 2 more shots of Rest Easy and was ready for bed. At this point my slipping from consciousness was interupted by Cami who was in a bit of a bad mood and wanted to hang. We decided that Whiskey and water would be the best cure for both of our alements. She showed up with a liter of the shit, and we proceded to cap it within an hour and a half. We sat in the kitchen listening to the first two Weezer albums, the White Stripes' Elephant and Pavement's Wowee Zowee. Kids came in and out, but I got so sauced that it didn't really matter. The Whiskey didn't really help my sickness, but it got me to bed by 12:30am.
On Sunday, Cami and I, once again, strolled to KeyFoods to pick up some breakfast food to cook up at 186. This could become a solid tradition. It's a lot cheaper than brunch, and you can catch a buzz while doing it. The key is the Dunkin Donuts coffee. Don't forget the coffee. Noah came by to help us out. We had a big brunch followed by some basketball watching at Beach and Daylen's apartment. If you care, the Knicks got beat up by LeBron and the Caveliers. We went to chill at the dog park for a bit before disbrusing.
Later that evening, Karen came by the apartment so we could catch some dinner. Naturally, we decided to get some grub at the now infamous Festival. This place is the tits for cheap Mexican. I can't thank Beach enough for turning me on to this little L.E.S. treasure. It's across the street from Johnson's so you should be able to find it.
Karen and I ended the evening with a quick discussion on the importance of voting. I'd like to go into it right now, but I'm lacking the energy. In any event, let's be proud of our man Oveis who is driving a minivan in Senator Kerry's motocade all day long. Oveis for president in 2020.
I apologize for the boring update, but as you can see, I didn't do much this weekend besides eat and sleep, and like I said, it was glorious.
Also, I don't know if I mentioned it last week, but Oveis passed the 2nd Season of the BBC comedy, the Office to me last week, and it was hilarious. Make sure you get your eyes on this show as soon as possible. It may change your life.
Here Come's Your Man.
Manchester Unite! Three of the most influential bassists in U.K. indie history combine their forces for what? We'll have to wait and hear.
!!! plan to drop more ass shaking beats on all of us in June. I can't wait to dance around like a drugged out hippie to these boys at Coachella.
Jet plans to quit ripping off Iggy and the Stooges and move on to ripping off music that Noah might like.
More gold from Filter's columnists. This one is a little better from the last. It sheds a funny light on how pop mediums are bouncing off one another. Fuck it though, I love the O.C.
I heard their live performances blow, but Pitchfork seems to like Chromeo's debut full-length record.
Dave Grohl and the rest of the Foo Fighters plan to rock out with their cocks out on their next full-length record.
Johnny Rotten gets more strange press. This time he is claiming that he and his wife were scheduled to take the Pan Am flight that exploded in 1988, but his wife took to long packing and they missed it. Another chance for this old fart to go out in a blaze of glory has been wasted.
Speaking of over the hill rockers, Ozzy will join Slayer and Judas Priest on OzzFest 2004.
In even older rockstar news, Mick Jagger claims it wasn't me, I was framed. A 1969 drug bust has been exposed, and Jagger is fighting for his right to keep party'n.
The International Noise Conspiracy finish their 3rd full-length record with Rick Rubin. This could get interesting.
Hamilton, from the Walkmen, sits down with Junkmedia and tells us everything we already know. Ok, he didn't sit down. It was a call in interview. I'm sorry.
Who let the Daily News into my apartment for a photo opp last night? Ok, you got me. It isn't my apartment, but look at that poor guy in the bottom left corner. What a juicebox.
Sorry for the delay, but have a great day.
Maybe you think my absence this weekend meant I was off on some road trip following a band around the east coast. Maybe you believe my lack of phone conversations was due to a wild weekend chasing celebrities around town. Maybe you think I'm a loser who didn't even make it out of the house this weekend. If you guessed the latter, you are correct.
After the work week ended, I went straight back to 186. Noah stopped by to get a hang on and we got reaquainted with Zoolander. The problem was Noah and I popped some Lou Miller candy, and I took a shot of Rest Easy (aka Ghetto Nyquil). My tired ass could only make it through the first hour of the movie before readying myself to passout. Noah took off and I was asleep by 10:30pm on a Friday night. If you are wondering, it was glorious.
Come Saturday morning, waking up was a harder task than expected. The drugs kept me in bed until 12pm. At that point, Cami and I decided to make some breakfast. We tooled around KeyFoods for a bit and then returned to my abode to make it happen. Following the big brunch (yes, there was a ton of bacon) we watched this strange documentary called Uncle Sadam. It was a strange documentary about Iraq's long time dictator. It was interesting because the subject matter is so relevent at this point in time, but the production was a bit clownish. Cami said it was a satire. I hope sure hope so. That guy was/is a bastard.
More laziness ensued throughout Saturday, and by 10:30pm, I had already taken 2 more shots of Rest Easy and was ready for bed. At this point my slipping from consciousness was interupted by Cami who was in a bit of a bad mood and wanted to hang. We decided that Whiskey and water would be the best cure for both of our alements. She showed up with a liter of the shit, and we proceded to cap it within an hour and a half. We sat in the kitchen listening to the first two Weezer albums, the White Stripes' Elephant and Pavement's Wowee Zowee. Kids came in and out, but I got so sauced that it didn't really matter. The Whiskey didn't really help my sickness, but it got me to bed by 12:30am.
On Sunday, Cami and I, once again, strolled to KeyFoods to pick up some breakfast food to cook up at 186. This could become a solid tradition. It's a lot cheaper than brunch, and you can catch a buzz while doing it. The key is the Dunkin Donuts coffee. Don't forget the coffee. Noah came by to help us out. We had a big brunch followed by some basketball watching at Beach and Daylen's apartment. If you care, the Knicks got beat up by LeBron and the Caveliers. We went to chill at the dog park for a bit before disbrusing.
Later that evening, Karen came by the apartment so we could catch some dinner. Naturally, we decided to get some grub at the now infamous Festival. This place is the tits for cheap Mexican. I can't thank Beach enough for turning me on to this little L.E.S. treasure. It's across the street from Johnson's so you should be able to find it.
Karen and I ended the evening with a quick discussion on the importance of voting. I'd like to go into it right now, but I'm lacking the energy. In any event, let's be proud of our man Oveis who is driving a minivan in Senator Kerry's motocade all day long. Oveis for president in 2020.
I apologize for the boring update, but as you can see, I didn't do much this weekend besides eat and sleep, and like I said, it was glorious.
Also, I don't know if I mentioned it last week, but Oveis passed the 2nd Season of the BBC comedy, the Office to me last week, and it was hilarious. Make sure you get your eyes on this show as soon as possible. It may change your life.
Here Come's Your Man.
Manchester Unite! Three of the most influential bassists in U.K. indie history combine their forces for what? We'll have to wait and hear.
!!! plan to drop more ass shaking beats on all of us in June. I can't wait to dance around like a drugged out hippie to these boys at Coachella.
Jet plans to quit ripping off Iggy and the Stooges and move on to ripping off music that Noah might like.
More gold from Filter's columnists. This one is a little better from the last. It sheds a funny light on how pop mediums are bouncing off one another. Fuck it though, I love the O.C.
I heard their live performances blow, but Pitchfork seems to like Chromeo's debut full-length record.
Dave Grohl and the rest of the Foo Fighters plan to rock out with their cocks out on their next full-length record.
Johnny Rotten gets more strange press. This time he is claiming that he and his wife were scheduled to take the Pan Am flight that exploded in 1988, but his wife took to long packing and they missed it. Another chance for this old fart to go out in a blaze of glory has been wasted.
Speaking of over the hill rockers, Ozzy will join Slayer and Judas Priest on OzzFest 2004.
In even older rockstar news, Mick Jagger claims it wasn't me, I was framed. A 1969 drug bust has been exposed, and Jagger is fighting for his right to keep party'n.
The International Noise Conspiracy finish their 3rd full-length record with Rick Rubin. This could get interesting.
Hamilton, from the Walkmen, sits down with Junkmedia and tells us everything we already know. Ok, he didn't sit down. It was a call in interview. I'm sorry.
Who let the Daily News into my apartment for a photo opp last night? Ok, you got me. It isn't my apartment, but look at that poor guy in the bottom left corner. What a juicebox.
Sorry for the delay, but have a great day.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home