Thursday, March 27, 2003
It’s almost the weekend and I am very happy!
(I wrote that in a singsong voice, but when I just read it aloud it came across boring. Sing that first line to the tune of “na-na-na-na-na-na” oh god nevermind. Trying to describe the tune of a song in words is fruitless. And I only deal with the fruitful!)
Anyhoodle…
I am really excited to go home tomorrow. In fact, that is a complete understatement! I am MADD excited to go home tomorrow. Mothers Against Drunk Driving has nothing on me! The weather has been unbelievable lately and every time I get off the subway at work I smell the Hudson River in the air and that makes my insides go all mushy. (cuz the Hudson River runs from my work all the way up to my neighborhood) I love the suburbs. How could I not? I spent 21 years of my life in them. So going home tomorrow, when the weather is amazing is just about the best thing on the planet. My parents and I will have some wine while sitting on our deck in lawn chairs and we will breathe the fresh and clear air of Albany, NY. Cept we will also be smoking our brains off and that makes the air not so fresh. EITHER WAY YAY!
When I spoke with my mom earlier today, she asked me how I would feel about having buffalo chicken roll ups for dinner tomorrow night. “But mom, what are buffalo chicken roll ups?”
Moms: “They are buffalo chicken sandwiches rolled up into something that resembles a pita pocket. But it’s not pita and instead of a pocket, there is a ton of blue cheese in it”.
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “So what do you think? Do you want to have that for dinner?”
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “So…hmm….do you want to have it??”
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “Joe, do you want to have this for dinner or not?”
Joe: “YEM!?
Moms: “What’s ‘yem’ mean?”
Joe: “It means YUM!”
Moms: (hysterically laughing) “So you haven’t answered my question…do you want this for dinner or not?”
Joe: “Moms, I think I have answered your question already.”
Moms: “Okay fine. So we will have buffalo chicken roll ups.”
Joe: “SICK! Who could eat such a thing?!?!”
Moms: “But you just said ‘YEM’!”
At this point, I couldn’t stop hysterically laughing at the fact that she can’t stop saying “yem”, so I say:
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You said YEM! Buffalo Chicken Rolls ups sound amazing.”
I can’t wait to see this woman. Both her and my dad make me happier than anything else.
So LAST NIGHT Paul took me out to dinner at Leshkos in the East Village. We had THREE COURSES! It was a BIT ridiculous as to how much we ate, but after we left, I asked him if we could stop for dessert. Paul reminded me that we just finished a brownie sundae and a cheesecake and I reminded him that I was doing my best to grow up into a fat beastie, and he said that I could have butter cookies when we got home. I said “ok” and ate 37 of them the minute I got the chance.
We both laid in bed farting and clutching our stomachs for at least an hour before falling asleep.
In other news…had lunch with my boss today. Thought that I was going to be yelled at for one reason or another, but instead I had two glasses of wine and waxed philosophical about whatever shit came into my mind. I always think that lunch with my boss is going to be some big and scary thing, but every time it turns out that he just wants someone to sit with him and talk for an hour. Eh…fine with me.
Tonight I am off to “THE HOLE” to pay $10 for all I can drink. Want to know something weird? When I just typed “THE HOLE”, I said the words to myself in a very deep and scary voice. I was like the HOLLLE. Then I laughed at myself. Yeah, it was pretty weird.
Ok…I have been doing TOO MUCH playing today and now I have about 3 piles of work to get done before I go home. Maybe something exciting will happen tonight and then tomorrow I can relay stories of drunken sex and debauchery. Are sex and debauchery the same thing? Hmmm…either way, I hope they both happen to me tonight.
ROCK!
(I wrote that in a singsong voice, but when I just read it aloud it came across boring. Sing that first line to the tune of “na-na-na-na-na-na” oh god nevermind. Trying to describe the tune of a song in words is fruitless. And I only deal with the fruitful!)
Anyhoodle…
I am really excited to go home tomorrow. In fact, that is a complete understatement! I am MADD excited to go home tomorrow. Mothers Against Drunk Driving has nothing on me! The weather has been unbelievable lately and every time I get off the subway at work I smell the Hudson River in the air and that makes my insides go all mushy. (cuz the Hudson River runs from my work all the way up to my neighborhood) I love the suburbs. How could I not? I spent 21 years of my life in them. So going home tomorrow, when the weather is amazing is just about the best thing on the planet. My parents and I will have some wine while sitting on our deck in lawn chairs and we will breathe the fresh and clear air of Albany, NY. Cept we will also be smoking our brains off and that makes the air not so fresh. EITHER WAY YAY!
When I spoke with my mom earlier today, she asked me how I would feel about having buffalo chicken roll ups for dinner tomorrow night. “But mom, what are buffalo chicken roll ups?”
Moms: “They are buffalo chicken sandwiches rolled up into something that resembles a pita pocket. But it’s not pita and instead of a pocket, there is a ton of blue cheese in it”.
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “So what do you think? Do you want to have that for dinner?”
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “So…hmm….do you want to have it??”
Joe: “YUM!”
Moms: “Joe, do you want to have this for dinner or not?”
Joe: “YEM!?
Moms: “What’s ‘yem’ mean?”
Joe: “It means YUM!”
Moms: (hysterically laughing) “So you haven’t answered my question…do you want this for dinner or not?”
Joe: “Moms, I think I have answered your question already.”
Moms: “Okay fine. So we will have buffalo chicken roll ups.”
Joe: “SICK! Who could eat such a thing?!?!”
Moms: “But you just said ‘YEM’!”
At this point, I couldn’t stop hysterically laughing at the fact that she can’t stop saying “yem”, so I say:
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You said YEM! Buffalo Chicken Rolls ups sound amazing.”
I can’t wait to see this woman. Both her and my dad make me happier than anything else.
So LAST NIGHT Paul took me out to dinner at Leshkos in the East Village. We had THREE COURSES! It was a BIT ridiculous as to how much we ate, but after we left, I asked him if we could stop for dessert. Paul reminded me that we just finished a brownie sundae and a cheesecake and I reminded him that I was doing my best to grow up into a fat beastie, and he said that I could have butter cookies when we got home. I said “ok” and ate 37 of them the minute I got the chance.
We both laid in bed farting and clutching our stomachs for at least an hour before falling asleep.
In other news…had lunch with my boss today. Thought that I was going to be yelled at for one reason or another, but instead I had two glasses of wine and waxed philosophical about whatever shit came into my mind. I always think that lunch with my boss is going to be some big and scary thing, but every time it turns out that he just wants someone to sit with him and talk for an hour. Eh…fine with me.
Tonight I am off to “THE HOLE” to pay $10 for all I can drink. Want to know something weird? When I just typed “THE HOLE”, I said the words to myself in a very deep and scary voice. I was like the HOLLLE. Then I laughed at myself. Yeah, it was pretty weird.
Ok…I have been doing TOO MUCH playing today and now I have about 3 piles of work to get done before I go home. Maybe something exciting will happen tonight and then tomorrow I can relay stories of drunken sex and debauchery. Are sex and debauchery the same thing? Hmmm…either way, I hope they both happen to me tonight.
ROCK!
