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4.30.2005
aaaah.
an account of our commemorative sigh of relief weekend a la Wild Wakikki Tacky Tiki Ronjo style (minus the throbbing burn of comedic/free beer R Bar hangover the previous night):
the grand entrance to El Hotel Ronjo
the loverly scenic point at Montauk
awwww...
there were loads of washed up crustaceans, this is probably the smallest and least threatening of them all...
M. hunkers down for an entire fried soft-shelled crab the size of his head
you know, if you need the seasonal job in Montauk...
freaky banana baby on the freaky banana truck heading the freak back on the freakin' LIE
it's hard to believe that less than 24 hours can yield so much relaxation, complete and total gluttony at what has become "our" Montauk dining spot, Lunch, one not half bad movie, kisses in the Montauk gazebo, capped off by a six pack and a load of laughs. not to mention a surprisingly comfortable bed for sleeping, and, uh, ohter things. of course i'm talking about jumping!
trust me, the camera's timer went off right after i landed a double-back flip. such is the case in these unrecreatable moments of life.
all in all, i have to say the Ronjo Tiki experience was more than worth our monies. when we weren't doing the stuff i've captured above, it all pretty much looked like this:
yay Hotel Ronjo!!
:: Shericat 1:05 PM [+] :: speak
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4.28.2005
Ronjo HO!
last year about this time we had our horrible tax downfall, making a trip to Australia and/or moving impossible. the only thing we could do was take sick days and drive out to Montauk for a day in an attempt to forget about it and not let it overwhem us. at one point we were turning around and came across the Hotel Ronjo, in all it's tacky Tiki glory:
of course, the only way to commemorate such an event is to subject ourselves to a night of Tiki glory! tomorrow we head out to this famed site for seafood and beach-combing and hot Tiki lovin'. this will also mark our two months left in nyc before heading forth to far greener and rainier pastures, which is ok, i hear the grass is plentiful and much tastier than Brooklyn grass.
not much else i can think of on this gorgeous spring day...
:: Shericat 8:14 AM [+] :: speak
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4.24.2005
valuable life lessons learned this weekend:
* Nobody knows that RightRides is now available on Friday nights as well as Saturdays - we stayed up till 4 in the morning and not one single call!
* Paul and Marguerite live on the Upper EAST Side, not the Upper WEST Side. you'd think it wouldn't be that difficult to figure out, but then, well, you're not me.
* Paul and Marguerite's apartment, despite it's stiff location, is truly beautiful, and i can totally see why they wanted so badly to live there.
* if Paul ever hands you a drink that looks like whiskey and tastes like Dr. Pepper, run. run far away and never look back.
* husbands are good for so many things, and one of them is holding your hair in one hand and a salad bowl in the other for you to puke in because you couldn't make it out of bed, let alone to the bathroom in time.
* there are some people who definitely should have babies. there are some who shouldn't. being around the ones who really should makes it all look worthwhile instead of like some horrifying inconvienence.
* this movie is a great hangover helper. kind of like hamburger helper but without the hamburger and a lot more soda and popcorn and cold sweats.
* working at Lola's and therefore getting free food all the time is really not good for the waistline. unless a waistline full of beans and cheese and deep fried steak is suddenly "in".
:: Shericat 5:36 PM [+] :: speak
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4.22.2005
right now it is totally silent in my apartment. everyone's out because it's Friday night and Morgan's napping before our midnight to 4 a.m. shift driving for Right Rides. i feel like i should be doing something constructive but i'm just really enjoying the quiet, sipping some coffee doing the crossword online...
i miss being still, having time and space to myself enough to feel comfortable and at ease. yesterday was so beautiful, i ran some errands and just felt better with every step up and down Graham Ave. i can't believe that in this past year, just as we've made our plans to get out, we've finally landed in a spot where i feel that whole New York neighborhood thing. it's really been locked in by working at Lola's, because now i know all the regulars, many of whom are other shop owners or work and hang out right around here so i see them all the time. i have never in my life had that experience of walking out the door and feeling like i'm in my own territory, like the fact that every third person i see is someone i know grants me a little ownership around here. this is a great place to live, despite the crappy apartment. it makes me wish i were more cut out for this city livin', but i can't deny myself some real trees and breathable air. and the hot tubs, of which i'm determined there will be many in the great Northwest.
:: Shericat 5:25 PM [+] :: speak
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4.19.2005
today is a two-post day. after much fretting between trying to make my hand steady with the brush and pacing the apt. in an attempt to shake off the shaking, i decided to fuck it and head into the city for expecting mother purchases. i dutifully trekked over to the Chelsea Buy Buy Baby store, quickly found the nursing satellite our friend requested, and was ready to head out when i started to look at all the cute baby things around and figured, what the hell, i'll splurge a little and get young Logan something to suck on and ruin in five minutes. what i didn't bank on were all the J. Crew-ed, highlighted, 8 months preggers mothers-to-be milling around the place. i'm sure it's all hormonal or whatever, but these women are like deep-sounding whales, responding only to their like-minded whale sisters and otherwise unabashedly bulldozing you whence a Big Bird puppet catches their collective eyes. i kept getting these really shitty leers from them, like my ragamuffin ass better not be procreating near them! i decided that baby stores should have something stupid like little bibs that you can put on when you get inside that say either "I'm an expecting hose-beast, stay the fuck out of my way!" or "IT'S NOT FOR ME!!!" that would just clear up so much bullshit upfront.
the second mentionable item was while i was walking across town, gargantuan BUY BUY BABY bag in hand, and enjoying the pleasure of a tree-lined street filled with little white blossoms. about ten steps in i couldn't seem to shake this truly horrific smell, kind of a cross between a baked dirty diaper and very old brie. i crossed the street to escape it, figuring someone hadn't gotten their trash out in time, but the damned odor followed me. i silmultaneously figured out that it was a) the flowers on the trees, and b) that it was the exact, pungent smell of menstrual blood. ok, i know that is disgustingly graphic but don't you girls tell me you don't know that smell. it may be embarrassing and almost inhuman, but you know it just as sure as you know the smell of your own underarm sweat. now i just want to know, since there must be an adaptive advantage to that smell for the reproduction of said flowers and thus trees, what fucking bee is attracted to this smell??? apparently some kind of bee that you don't want anywhere near you every 28 days. ew.
:: Shericat 7:22 PM [+] :: speak
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i'm starting to freak out a bit. a week ago i got the official news that my application for a table (a half table actually) at this year's MOCCA convention was accepted. now that's a little under two months that i've got to finish up two comics i've been slowly chipping away at, plus try to get together a few little bits and pieces that i'm not sure will turn into postcards or buttons or just mini-comics. it's a lot of work, and my inane technique of brush and ink really doesn't lend itself to speed, so i'm freaking.
last night we stupidly answered a call for late afternoon drinks down at Daddy's, which of course led to more drinks and guacamole upstairs, and finally culminated in my inability to stay on the couch while Morgan and i broke the cherry on this totally awesome game that mimics a teen horror flick. teenagers AND monsters? you just don't get much better than that in my book.
now to shower and try to keep the palsied hand glued hooey-blooey to paper.
:: Shericat 8:26 AM [+] :: speak
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4.15.2005
sometimes fears come to a head. sometimes to big fat gnarly one. and there's nothing you can do but ride it out. in group we have this kind of stupid but cutesy way of referring to our inner Damian's, and while every one there is going through the long, harrowing process of trying to get in touch with theirs, i'm on the bumbly path towards trying to keep mine in his cage. but it doesn't always work, infallable creature i may be, and when it doesn't, and the fit hits the shan, i just wish i could go back in time and take it back. in the aftermath it's hard to tell if people are sincerely forgiving or if, as my fear wants me to believe, they're just doing and saying what they can to smooth it over in lieu of any further exposure to my stupid brain. i wish i could just say, "hey, it's ok, i'm still me, just a little fucked up right now!" but instead i have to accept the fact that my inability to hide every dirty little thing about me is going to inevitably turn people off, and those who don't shy away from me will stand out as the ones who are worth it in the long run. i guess.
:: Shericat 11:37 AM [+] :: speak
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4.14.2005
this morning i had to take one of our poor, furry children to the vet. since we returned from our weekend jaunt, he's been limping around like an old man. of course, this cat is so stupid that he limps on one leg and then holds the other one up when he's sitting down.
anyway, we get to the office after a five minute car ride filled with piercing howls, and it doesn't look too bad, he's given some pain meds for a few days (which interestingly enough taste of banana, as cats like the taste of banana, who knew?), and i'm told that he needs to have his teeth cleaned as there is a bit of tooth disease forming. apparently this is normal for cats over 7 yrs. old, and is fairly routine, involving some sedatives and a cute little kitty-sized smock. it is, however, disgusting to me that i think nothing of the $200 this will cost, nor the $130 i shelled out today for the checkup, meds and shots. money has much less meaning for me when it comes to the health of my pets, which i think is, um, cute or something. however, it did remind me that i have avoided shelling out the $200 necessary for ME to get my teeth cleaned and checked out for oh, five years now, because god forbid i should so frivolously spend that kind of money on my own dental hygiene.
i am such a great example of adulthood.
:: Shericat 8:50 AM [+] :: speak
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4.13.2005
so many moving/seperation/leaving issues boiling over... "house cleaning" gleaned these wise words from a friend who i was the last to see alive:
"I swear that from this day forth, I shall no longer change myself or my appearance to hide myself from scrutiny. I will not laugh at other's ignorance and I will not force my views, thoughts, opinions, vibes, etc. on anyone. I promise to be fair to the world, and generous in my community. I further promise to end my gluttony, and to cease all conniving against those I love...
Still sure that things are getting better, but with little evidence to support it. I don't feel deluded, though I seem to be able to track down most problems like a bloodhound, it's just determining which ones are important that's hard. Consciousness through the continuity of time. Being in sync Living and Thinking and being in the present. Not going off on tangents. Directing attention is hard, but doable. Being creative is scary. In front of others it's terrifying...
It takes much effort to get back to associating with people. The patterns are well carved, and breaking them takes determination and attention. The serpent is alive and well, and must give itself up. It longs for isolation, confinement in its lair where it can rest to go out an suck the energy out of the world again tomorrow. This shall stop...
I hope to rule the next six dimensions I visit, and I will have two cars there. I hope clothes are outlawed...
Go a hundred miles an hour, but where? Motorcycle up in the mountains and make a campsite. Enough cash for gas. Bike out in the mountains and make a campfire and fall asleep with a lovely woman. Kids playing."
i'd like to think the last one was a bit abou me, but we had no campfires, didn't fall asleep together. we "spelunked" and defied our deaths jumping across small chasms in areas off the path we weren't supposed to stray from. before and without death his words were poignant, and he made me see beauty in a world i'd grown to loathe. not many people can be so poetic and move you so deeply while they're still shitting, breathing organisms. now he rests in a bowl of ashes and crimson dirt on my bookshelf. every move i lose a little of him, and i relish the times when Morgan forgets, asks me why i keep lugging this fishbowl of dirt around, and all i have to say is "that's Eliot". RIP my friend.
:: Shericat 8:59 AM [+] :: speak
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4.12.2005
my greatest of dreams has finally come true, i've turned into my enormous cat. now please excuse me while i go lick my butt for half an hour.
:: Shericat 7:28 PM [+] :: speak
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4.11.2005
back to the humdrum of life in Brooklyn. i encourage everyone to read Morgan's little ditty about our trip, because it's far more concise and funny than mine.
however, the weekend was rife with cackle-worthy soundbytes from strangers and bartenders, so here's a small list of my favorites:
*Ron, our scary bartender, bowtie permanenty askew, when we arrived at the hotel bar to grab a beer before the rehearsal dinner:
"Sohey,youguysneedalittlenibbleorsumptinlikechickenfingers,youknowyoucouldjustgetsometin'taholdyaoverlikesomechickenfingersoraquesidillaoryouknow,chickenfingers."
then he proceeded to make these little sound effects every time he's bring or take away a plate or bottle, like "hey,lemmejustgetthatforyaVRRP!"
right before we left on Sunday, we saw him skulking about in the parking lot. since we were of course tight by the end of the night at Local's (see Morgan's blog), he'd told us that he was off until Tuesday, which means we was just there. in the hotel parking lot. hangin' out. ew.
* some random guy in the cracked-out beer store sidled up to Morgan and said
"Ehhh, i shouldn't drink REAL beer but fuggit."
awesome. i totally want to know what qualifies as fake beer to this guy.
* drunk guy yelling at us when we broke into the pool at midnight:
"HEY! this is the CLOTHING POLICE! if you got ya'lls clothing on, you gotta TAKE IT OFF!"
then he went off about how it smelled like propane and he knows because he's a distributor or something Hank Hill-ish. but before he "leaved", he pointed out that there was only one guy and three ladies, thus Morgan shall forever be referred to as "YOU'S the MAN!!!"
i'm sure there were more, but that's about all i can remember now. Jacksonville fucking rocks.
:: Shericat 10:05 AM [+] :: speak
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4.10.2005
just back from our Wild Wedding Wakikki Weekend in totally un-loverly Jacksonville. just a couple of days was enough of that town, though i could have gone for a few more days of lounging by the hotel pool, drinking contraband beers disguised as Arizona ice tea and pushing unsuspecting live girls in the pool.
Paul and Marguerite's wedding was kind of insane. we stupidly left with just enough time to get there, got very very lost and ended up missing the ceremony, which apparently only lasted four minutes but during which Morgan was supposed to read a bit by Woody Allen. i felt like a really awful friend, i can't think of a bigger let-down, but Paul was grinning ear to ear all night and forgave us, kind soul that he is. it's strange to see friends get married - i have no comprehension of their bliss, despite the vivid memories of my own when we took the plunge. in many ways it is such a private thing that cannot be touched by the hubbub around you, yet it's a great excuse for the biggest party you'll ever throw. they both looked beautiful and blissful and exhausted, just as newlyweds should. after much akward chit-chat with other table members, and four courses of scrumptious food, we wandered home for beers and a reenactment of the previous night spent drunkenly flailing ourselves into the cold, refreshing water. but of course i had to back up onto some construction junk at the beer store and make a nice long dent/scratch on the totally uninsured rental car. and of course this had to be followed by a total meltdown on my part, and i was embarrassed and upset for our poor hotel-mates, almost as embarrassed as we both were this morning when they told us they were kept up all night by Morgan's uncanny imitation of a flatuating elephant. i guess with marriage comes the end of those friend-based activities like pillow fights and sharing hotel rooms.
today we said a final goodbye to Ron, our faithful and frighteningly tanned bartender, who bought us rounds of cough syrup disguised as shots of some kind, and said our final goodbye to Jacksonville via six rounds too many at the airport bar. it feels good to be back, but as always i wish we had more time to laze around and pretend we don't have jobs and a scummy apartment. but now it's home to beer and pesto pizza and our furry children who've missed us and are scampering around like kittens. the weather is delicious, and i'm pining for the day we can break out the inflatable pool, throw some meat on the grill, and relax.
:: Shericat 5:40 PM [+] :: speak
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4.07.2005
springtime always makes me a little nutty. today is the third consecutive day of warmth and sunshine, and it's just awesome! i wandered over to Greenpoint for tacky wedding shoes, and let's just say, mission more than accomplished. i wound my way around Beford and caught my flabby, white arms in too many storefront windows, so of course it's back home to some afternoon beers and pita chips. i'm now entertaining the theory that if i just work my way from 'sort of chubby' to plain old 'FAT', then i will no longer care that certain parts of my body seem out of proportion in their flabby fatness.
it is now T-minus 17:00 hours until we hop into a car and board our southbound flight to trashy Floridans and their booze.... boo-fucking-ya-ka-shaaaaaa.
:: Shericat 1:02 PM [+] :: speak
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4.06.2005
today felt like four weekdays crushed into one. after a superfabulous time celebrating the old, decrepit thing that is Kat, i awoke to a blinding headache and vague memory of an appointment with the crazy doctor at some time in the late morning. i had to call my therapist and ask her if my appot. was actually today, not tomorrow, and felt so ashamed. i think going to your shrink hungover is just about as bad as going in drunk. after a surprisingly refreshing head-reduction, i skipped home and into my new sneakers for my first shift at Lola's across the street. it was mind-numbingly slow, but the few regulars who i'm still getting to know came in to sip coffee and chat, making it go by a little more quickly. i ate my fill of chorizo of the gods, my lord if you live here you have GOT to try this stuff, it is the best - and made out with more than i used to net in a day at my old job. in so many respects i really hate food service of all kinds, but in small doses it can feel really good, kind of life-affirming and like i'm sticking it to the "man", with my day's pay stuffed into my pocket and sore feet to carry me the seventeen paces home. it makes me indescribably happy to be able to do this on a temporary, part-time basis.
one of the best things about last night was the car we took home. after shoveling a drunker-than-he-thought Morgan into the backseat, we sped off to some very strange dance remix tune that included a guy with a very thick accent reciting some lyrics about a bull's horns and getting it on somewhere, i don't really remember but it had us in stitches. when M. asked the driver what is was, he said "you like?" and cranked it all the way to eleven before we had the chance to answer. i don't know how much of our flailing in the backseat was due to our unabashed dance-flopping, and how much was the bass tossing us like a fresh salad, but damn it was the best car ride i've ever had in new york.
and now, after a good, honest night's work, i shall sit myself down with a beer and the first of a hundred or so Netflix-ed dvd's of Gilmore Girls. ah, life is gooooood.
:: Shericat 8:22 PM [+] :: speak
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4.05.2005
in the past hour or so three people have gotten to my blog via googling "america's next top model flesh eating". wouldn't it be great if the wanna-be's were actually cannibals instead of just getting ringworm?
worked, or rather 'trained' my first shift across the street last night, what a cool job. it doesn't pay that great for waitressing, but the owners are super cool and i can sit on my ass and do the crossword when it's slow, plus all the free tostadas i can handle, not a bad gig.
this weekend we're off to hopefully sunny Florida for Paul and Marguerite's nuptials with swans. i only hope they're trained to give us pony rides during the reception (Marguerite and Paul, not the swans, of course). i hope it's not thunderstormy the whole time so i can flash my alabaster flab at the beach.
:: Shericat 10:50 AM [+] :: speak
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4.01.2005
and now for something irrelevant and stupid
in the midst of my unemployment, i've become helplessly addicted to Gilmore Girls. i watched this show here and there, for about five minutes at a time, for the past couple of years, endlessly annoyed at the characters and not understanding what all the fuss was about. now that my life can revolve around daytime television, i've gotten totally addicted to my daily dose of Rory and Lorelie's antics every day at 5 p.m. it's kind of disgusting. but what's more disgusting is the fact that i set the reminder timer on the cable box so even if i'm not watching the thing snaps on and goes "bing!" to let me know that only sixty seconds seperate me from Gilmore heaven. unfortunately, Full House is on right before, so every day i rush to the box of obedience and have to sit through a full minute of very young Olsen twins and in-her-own-time budding young sexpot Candace Cameron. what the hell ever happned to her? i remember watching that stupid show when i was about her age, (i guess that makes us the same age now but whatever), and thinking it was so cool to see a girl on tv who actually had body fat.
anyhoo, i think Gilmore Girls is a kind of evil thing. see, we all (us females) love it, because it showcases the exact kind of relationship we imagine having with our own daughters - at least those of us who are keen on the whole reproductive tip. my fucking lord, who the hell wouldn't want to be the best, bestest, bestestest friend of their fifteen year old daughter? i guess all you have to do is squirt one out at sixteen and you're there! i hate the fact that i love watching the relationship between these two girls and at the same time i know that i would be lucky to have my future-fifteen year old daughter tell me when she gets pregnant so i can at least drive her to and fro the abortion clinic. god, televison can just make life sad, sad, sad sometimes.
:: Shericat 7:40 PM [+] :: speak
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i have been really bad about blogging lately. i keep writing these half-posts and then deciding they're irrelevant and stupid and deleting them, which is kind of stupid in and of itself considering that most of my post are irrelevant and stupid anyway.
i'm getting overly psyched and terrified of the impending move. i know it's still months away but i'm already mentally halfway there. after wanting something for so long, the knowledge that it is actually going to happen is a bit much to grasp. the logisitics are also daunting, how to find jobs, get shit packed, find an apartment, etc. all in a short time frame is scary. actually transporting ourselves and the cats out there is scary as well - i may be popping kitty tranquilizers before we hit the PA border.
i will be absolutely dancing when we get ourselves out of this apartment. i don't necessarily hate it so much as it just really gets on my nerves. when the weather finally decides to warm up and we can partake of the yard i'll be in better spirits, but for now i'm sick of listening to K-107 or whatever blasting through the floor from the deli below, tired of looking at these vinyl-tiled floors that i swear were put down on a dare, tired of being woken up every morning at 9 a.m. sharp by the deep, resounding noise of mallots banging things.
guess i have a lot to complain about today. we're also very broke and in one weekend we've got a bachelor party, a hamburgular send-off, then a friend's birthday next week and it all culminates next weekend in a wedding in Florida. thank god i booked rooms and rickshaws beforehand so people will be paying me their parts when we're there, otherwise we'd resort to plucking anything moving from the wadable part of the ocean and cooking it up in the mini-kitchen of our 'suite'.
:: Shericat 10:51 AM [+] :: speak
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