August 12, 2008
LOL WALTER
(This was on my laptop when I got back tonight, thanks to the lovely and talented catsitter: Ms. Angela S. Come to think of it, there also was a used condom in my bed and an empty bottle of Courvesoir in the shower, but I'm giving the benefit of the doubt that these were just forgotten remnants of my last night in Denver and not sordid clues to Angela's double life.)
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July 01, 2008
Phew...Dodged it Again
The second installation of Pecha Kucha is scheduled for Monday, July 14th at the Buntport. I'll be flying back from Massachusetts that night, so am sad to say I'll miss it. Less sad to say I won't be presenting again, but...alas...this fear of public speaking thing I've had since delivering a speech at my high school graduation seems to be here to stay. I can handle about a five-person crowd but anything over that and I stop breathing, which I've read can be harmful.
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June 24, 2008
Foreign Exchange
There's a "teaser" online for Foreign Exchange, the movie my sweet lil duder Elliott wrote!
According to IMDB, it also stars Booger, who sadly doesn't make a cameo in the above. Clint Howard, though? Gotcha covered.
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My Friend is Physically Fit
Kirsten just e-mailed me to say she'll be lurking around my house this September following RUNNING THE FOLLOWING:
The Colorado Relay Classic is a 24-hour+ 170-mile team relay race, and is Colorado's Premier Team Relay designed for athletes of all abilities. The 2008 Colorado Relay Classic will be held on September 12-13, 2008, going from Georgetown to Carbondale, Colorado. Runners leave from Georgetown between 6am and 12noon.
I just had one of those marathony shitsplosions just thinking about it. Especially the "athletes of all abilities" detail. And now I have to go change. That's all.
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June 18, 2008
Teacher's Pet at the Buntport
This Monday, Buntport will host the latest installment of its open-mic show "Teacher's Pet." The theme is "I'm a People Person: Lies Told in Resumes and During Job Interviews."
Sign up to tell your story to the audience and to the entire metro area as KBDI Channel 12 will be there. Sign up starts at 8 p.m., the show at 9 p.m. and free beer at beer p.m.
Still in doubt you'll have a good time? Ah, doubters! For you, I post this, the above, a picture of me and Hannah (one of the founders of Buntport) from junior year in college.
Note my 1997 eyebrows and, uh...awesome shirt...which I stole from MY BROTHER.
See how Hannah makes me laugh despite my appearance.
Laugh, Bree, laugh.
Let Hannah make you laugh as well.
Support independent theater.
Support Denver's cultural institutions.
Support Team Buntport.
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May 29, 2008
Send Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Junkstore Treasures
Though I generally loathe checking my mail, I was beyond excited today to find an envelope from my boy Jake in Seattle containing...a Rolling Stones picture key ring!
I just opened it and the laminated pictures are ancient (from the Tattoo You/Mick in kneepads era), yellowed, and rusted together on the keychain. All and all, exactly my kind of gift. THANK YOU, JAKE!
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May 24, 2008
Amy Had Her Baby!
Addison Mia Axt
Filed under "GIMME!"
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May 20, 2008
Love This
Zoe and her newly affianced, Ronan, killing us with their cuteness. MWAH!
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May 19, 2008
Dazzle 'er with Diamonds
News from the NYC e-mail front is that our favorite hot, happening girl-about-town ZOE is engaged (and no, it's not to that silliness you see next to her up there)! Congrazeeelatutions, little lady!
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Thoughts on Making a Mixture
A friend of mine is going through a tough break-up right now and I'm trying to figure out the just right songs to put on a mix for her. I want to strike that delicate balance between survival anthems and tear-gushers; the first for obvious reasons and the second because, in delicate emotional times, it always brings some comfort to realize you're not the ONLY person to have ever suffered this way. It's a challenging task, though, so I'm considering making two: one for the cry-y times and one for the times when you're just so happy to have the dickbrains expunged from your life that you feel like shouting. And you would shout but the heartache diet (peanut butter and vodka) has sapped you of strength for such exertions. So you just smile to yourself and go put out on an Internet date.
Maybe this is just me.
Regardless, one song I know I won't be adding?
"Yeah! Oh, Yeah!" by The Magnetic Fields.
And the reason I know this?
Because I considered it.
(Male) I've enjoyed making you
miserable for years
found peace of mind in
playing on your fears
How I loved to catch your gold
and silver tears, but now my dear
(Female) What a dark and dreary life
Are you reaching for a knife?
Could you really kill your wife?
(Male) Yeah! Oh, yeah!
(Female) Oh, I die, I die, I die!
So it's over, you and I
Was my whole life just a lie?
(Male) Yeah! Oh, yeah!
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April 20, 2008
Conversation
Me: When I get married, I want to wear a dress like that - I mean, not a real wedding dress.
Matt: Cool.
Pause
I wanna wear a wedding dress.
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April 11, 2008
Equine Design
An unexpected and delightful surprise arrived yesterday. A lovely, Swedish-designed horse head straight from Chicago care of the lovely, Swedish-designed Ms. Jessica B. As you can tell from the portraiture above, it has found new purchase in my study, from which it will only be moved for the biweekly horse-head-in-the-bed game I have started playing with Matt (see below):
Thank you for adding spark and joy to our intimate shenanigans, Jessica! Don't you like Matt's new haircolor? He's aging very well.
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April 03, 2008
I Scream for Cream
I ran into my buddies Chia and Sam last night at Target. (Long, poorly written explanation of who these people are --> I went to college with Chia, and then RANDOMISSIMO - it turned out he was good friends with Paul and Pifuka here [after having lived next to them in Brooklyn] and blah blah he and his lady ended up moving here a few months ago and I got back in touch with him and they rule and the rest, they say, is herstory.) And the fabs news is this, after scrapping plans for a bar, they're now thinking of opening up an ice cream shop (where they would make their own) on South Broadway near the Mayan. Which is *awesome* because a. the name (Sweet Action) and b. the game (my summer spent scooping handmade, organic cream in the mid-90's was the best). Also c. the ice cream in this town is serrriooo lacking. Par ejemps: I wanted an indulgence a few months back and ended up with some crap custard crap with the sprinkles in the bottom of the cone? WTF? Because I eat so fast, I ended up with a Saharian, bland and waxy end to my mediocre 'tard. In summation, it was the anti-cone.
But now! Sweet Action! I'm so happy and excited for them! Plus, with Matt's construction and plumbing know-how and my, er, marketing and consumption know-how, I think we'll really be able to pitch in and help make it happen. They're even talking malted chocolate chip here, people. I just peed my pants in anticipation.
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March 31, 2008
Can You Spell R-O-C-K?
Ahmagod. I just spent a good two hours jamming out the HITS on Marie and Matt's Rock Band set up. (Turn down volume if you hit that link.) HOWLY CRAP, that were fun. I was all reserved at first, all "I'm just gonna watch," but after a mere 20 seconds on the skins, the groove was in the heart. I gave up the sticks to croon, among others, "Orange Crush," "Maps," "Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?" and - by far the hardest - "Sabotage." My soulful singing, accompanied by Marie on the guitar and Matt "Mr. Teeth" G. on the drums, set the dog audience afire, I tell you. AFIRE.
In summation, YOSEMITE STREET ROCKERS took Berlin and then we took Stockholm.
Them shit's fuuuuuun. If they get another guitar, the plan is to cap off our upcoming BINGO double-date with a four-person jam. Yeah, me and my friends? Downtown hip like that. Brother Matt, you have GOT to get this.
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Video Day
This is my friend Kirsten. This is a short movie I took of her by mistake on my digital camera a few years back at the Pub that I just found on my photo delete tour of '08. It also features my coat.
Kirsten is nice and funny and pretty and smart. I like Kirsten.
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March 13, 2008
Eye Level Plightful (Say it Aloud)
The delightful Miss Angela Schwab's spectacular Benta plates have finally made their debut on Umbra's web site! For a mere $42 American, you too can own a piece of the Schwab design legacy. Read her take on them over at her web site, and order yourself up a set here. Do it.
Yay Yay Yay Ang! You're, like, the only one of my friends who has ever accomplished anything of import.
No offense!
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February 22, 2008
A Pictogram of Angela's Week
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February 13, 2008
Vilanch...Vilanch DuBois
Is it insulting or is it sweet that one of my old boyfriends (Hi Mike!) used to point out the comedic similarities betwixt me and schlock-meister Bruce Vilanch? At least, I think it was the comedic similarities. He also liked to call me "Shecky" as in Shecky Green, the King of the Catskills. But that was only during our intimate moments.
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February 06, 2008
Fantastic News
Hot on the heels of my bro passing the Series 7, I heard from the lovely Mrs. H.J. Twhigg last night that she GOT A KILLER JOB as a writing assistant to a super kick-ass and killer journalist/author who I won't link to here (though I will link to her book on Amazon) because I'm discrete like that, but trust me - she's FAMOOOSE and COOOOOOL and all together quite lucky to have the incredible talent and personality and wit that is Ms. Heather J. at her creative disposal. Congratulations to both!!!
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Sugary Goodness
The inestimable Angela just posted gorge-o pictures of her sugar packet/cubes collection on Flickr and her web site. I want to frame prints and hang them in my soon-to-be-painted kitchen as a reminder that life is sweet, even when you wake up with the "mangries" - morning angries - as I did today. Erk.
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January 28, 2008
Tis a Gift to Be Simple
But it's also a gift to get some kickass Adirondack chairs HANDMADE just for you and your sweet, sweet buns by your besties! Thanks Marie and Matt! Forget plastics, the future's in chairs.
"It is here where I will rest while contemplating my horse skull and LP holder backslash table," mused Bree.
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January 15, 2008
Carl and Andrew Got Hitched!
Apparentements, the boys went down to City Hall yesterday and registered for domestic pardnership! Congratulations and best wishes to the coolest two-est e'er seen in the Red Hook hive. Seeing that this is the first marriage of a styley gay couple I've ever had the pleasure of celebrating, I'm thinking a trip to Moss is in order. That and...uh...a second job. But enough about me...CONGRATULATIONS TO YOUUUU!!!
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January 10, 2008
And the Gifts Just Keep-a Coming
The Roman Goddess Flora embodies the flowering of all Nature
Mr. Brown Shorts just brought me a surprise package from Rick! Seems somebody got the memo re: my REAL gift list (Amazon somehow has also held on to one from late 2002, meaning my Christmas was chock full of Black Eyed Peas and The Lovely Bones - whee!) and bought me Slash's autobiography! No! Way! As a delightful bonus, he also included the disturbingly titled - and conceived - "Coloring Book for Big Girls," along with the note: "Because when I think of Bree, I think of two things: artist and ecofeminist."
"It must be my lax attitude towards shaving that inspires such platitudes," she ruminated.
Thanks, Ricke*!!!!! You get the TOTAL TITS award for today, January 10, 2008!
Special Bonus Review:
This isn't a coloring book for everyone. If you're at all offended by pagan-type images, don't bother with it. There are amazon and goddess images all the way through. A number of the images are also nude or semi-nude.
Bo-honus!
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December 20, 2007
Tho Exthited!
The marvelous Angela gave me a **RED** Loyal Loot log bowl last night, and I just can't stop staring at it and touching it and envying the beauty of its existence. Oooowweeee, this just may be the best thing I've ever seen! THANK YOU DURLIN'!
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Gift Tags c/o The Lovely Molly P.
(Click on the above for expanded version, print and festoon.)
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December 19, 2007
Little p. Makes a Big Entry
My homeslices at P Design Gallery just welcomed the latest P into this world!!
Paul writes:
It's a boy! Pearson Toki Hardt came into this world at 2:49 p.m. on December 17th, weighing 6 pounds and 9 ounces. Pifuka is a little tired but she's doing great. Pearson is as strong and healthy as he is cute. And Paul is still breathing.
!!!!!!!!!!BIG GRINS!!!!!!!!!
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Breaking
Marcus just saw Sean Connery at work!
THIS IS THE BIG TIME.
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December 11, 2007
Weather-Resistant PPT Care of Rick
This blog's resident smarty-trousers, Rick "Gimme" Mooooore (of the Simla, CO Mooooores), sent me this heartening powerpoint slide comparing winters in Massachusetts and Colorado. Granted, he's supposed to be studying for finals - and I'm SNOWED IN (hence all the blog posts) but I give him an A++++++ for effort and a smiley face for penmanship.
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December 07, 2007
Old Friends Do It Better
Jenny knew I've been feeling all illitude recently, so sent me a surprise little envelope with a few old pics from some trip to Mike's house on Fishers Island. Behold the laughter; hearken the black hoodie. Indeed, some things ne'er do change.
Captain Spicer making me giggle
Captain Jackass making me giggle
AWWW! I miss my besties! SMOOX!
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December 02, 2007
Titus Andronicus! The Musical!
The boy and I just got back from a special showing (read: free!) of Buntport Theater's latest production, the heeeelarious Titus Andronicus! The Musical! For those close enough to hear the clickety clacking of my typewritery, I strongly strongly urge you to go check this one out. We were pretty much doubled over in guffawdom.
Here's a podcast with my lovely Hannah explaining some of the ins and outs of the play. It's a MUST LISTEN (caps mine).
And here's today's review from The Denver Post, which includes my favorite description ever of our fine alma mater: "Colorado College, an elite liberal arts college that breeds unorthodox intellectuals..." Ah, the accolades just keep on coming.
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November 19, 2007
Urbane Cowboy
Jeff W. taking a bull to task on his 34th birthday.
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November 15, 2007
Baby Sheur
Angela, Rie and I hosted a baby shower for Pifuka at my crib last weekend. Pocky (above) was munched, champagne was quaffed and japes were bandied. Secretly, one of my favorite parts was looking around at all the people whose company I was so enjoying (including those of the boy persuasion who came later) and realizing I had met them all within the last year or so (minus Marie of course). Awww! AWWWWWW!
Pictures here and here (care of Emily and Angela, respectively).
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Melanie and Albin: Once Again Manhandled by Fame
From the Denver Post:
LoDo Santas fuel up on holiday spirits
By Bill Husted
Albin Ulle has seen a lot of things. After all, he and his wife, Melanie Ulle, starred in the Travel Channel show "1,000 Places To See Before You Die" this summer, visiting 13 countries in 14 weeks. And Melanie is about to have a baby. Any second. (True! She was due November 5th! - ed.)
But still, Albin Ulle says you haven't seen anything 'til you've seen Denver's annual Santa Claus Pub Crawl.
Ulle, a mortgage broker, started the crawl in Denver six years ago with Will Hamilton. The Santa Claus Pub Crawl gathers hundreds of Santas to Fadó Irish Pub on the afternoon of Dec. 1. All the guys come as Santa, the full get-up. The women come as Santa, or Mrs. Claus or reindeer or Santa's Helpers. Everyone brings an unwrapped new toy, which goes to SafeHouse Denver and Samaritan House.
This year, more than 250 people have already RSVP'd with a "HO, HO, HO!" After the Santa brigade gets in the mood at Fadó, it moves onward to Code-3, then the Tavern Downtown, then Wynkoop Brewing Co. - finishing off the night at the chimney at Jackson's. That's some sleigh ride.
It's fun at Fadó, says Ulle. "But all the Santas moving on the sidewalk is one of the funniest things you'll ever see in LoDo. It's about three blocks of solid Santas. People go crazy. It's a wild night of stumbling Santas."
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November 03, 2007
Facebook Update
Heather Twhigg removed "blue vekvet" from her favorite movies.
giggs.
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October 26, 2007
Congratulations + Salutations
(c/o the fabulous Mr. Fox)
To Mike and Kristi, who are getting married this weekend in Virginia. These kids and their new-fangled devotion to everlasting love.
¡Viva la good times this weekend and fo'eve'mo'e!
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October 22, 2007
Guest Columnist: Mike L. Previews Hong Kong's Bathing Ape Store
$350 shoes, $100 t-shirts... this shit is urban pimp for the limo set. The store is also mad cool. As you walk up the neon enhanced staircase into the showroom floor, there is a see-through plexi-glass floor, revealing a revolving track display of their latest kicks. Their newest gear is packaged in toy store packaging... think GI Joe figurine packs but larger. Awesome!
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October 04, 2007
Inbox
from: Mikey Macs
to: The assorted clowns
date: Oct 4, 2007 6:42 AM
subject: F Train
I was sitting on the F-train heading toward Brooklyn last night when these two thuggish looking teenage girls got on my car at Delancy Street. Wasn't really paying any attention until I hear one of them reading one of those 'Poetry in Motion' poems out loud, a Walt Whitman one from 'Leaves of Grass'. You've probably seen it.
"STRANGER! If you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?"
"Who wrote that?"
"Walt Whitman."
"Is he still alive?"
"Nah."
"Probably cause of some dumb shit like that."
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October 03, 2007
Open Studio at INV/ALT
open studio at INV/ALT design this Saturday afternoon, October 6, noon-4 pm.
3100 blake street, denver colorado (enter on 31st)
MAGNETIC ceramics, upholstery, furniture
+ wii tournament
+ flipbook workshop
+ food and drink
more information at blog.invaltdesign.com
* feeling ambitious? download this picture, print it out, cut on dotted lines, and make your own flipbook!
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September 21, 2007
Worker Bee(s)
Ang's shot of part of the grueling labor I subjected her (and Marie) to last week:
Priming Bree's Kitchen
Heee. ! Let's just say that my Mom is outside right now deadheading and weeding in my garden. She tried to show me some stuff but I suddenly got a crazy urge to take a shower and check my e-mail. Some things = never change.
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September 17, 2007
Is It Just Me...
or if you got a text from your friend that he was on his way over,prior to 8 a.m. on a Monday morning would you automatically assume he had decided to celebrate the coming Autumnal equinox with a meth addiction?
I'm talking to YOU Mike L*gan. Viva la fall.
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September 13, 2007
Rock the Vote; Viva La GLGS
Go here and vote for Jenny's entry to a contest at Ironic Sans. Her character, "Squirt: the tiniest giant squid" is already in the lead to be drawn by Adam Rex. so let's make some noise and take back that White House once and for all.
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September 11, 2007
Bridget Breeds!
Our girl had a boy yesterday: George Geffry! 9 pounds!
Awwwww. Too much cuteness for one blog to bear.
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August 15, 2007
Boston Baked Bestie
It's pretty obvious to me that the reason I haven't been writing about Rick leaving for Boston is because I'm pretending he hasn't. But today I found myself buying Wheat Thins and Animal Crackers (both staples of the kitchen on Birch) and staring longingly at the Zingers (just a jest - those are so nast) and frozen pizzas (ibid) and wishing I could eat crap and talk things over with my BBF (boy best friend).
Helping in no small part to add to the pain of his absence, I've also had to cough up $25 to get my lawn mowed (hopefully there'll be less of a piss and moan re: Deuce turds and over-active sprinklerization if money's exchanged) and begin to try to figure out else in Denver I'd want to go to shitty Catherine Zeta-Jones movies with, or drive in trucks up into the countryside with, or bake pies and drink beers on a mountaintop with.
Boy I really make Rick sound gay, don't I? And I haven't even mentioned his sixth grade PERM...!!!!!!
BWAHAHAHAHAH. Seriously.
A perm.
In eastern Colorado.
Not gay (just brave - and a dedicated follower of fashion), but I still miss him. I do. I'm looking very forward to Thanksgiving when I'm going to go to Boston and then drag him to Williamstown for the traditional root-vegetable-based New England feast of plenty. I'm also looking very forward to when I actually get photographic evidence of the curly-haired lad (NBENZ: It 'twere a HOME perm!) which I will promptly turn into the splash page of SweetNB. Of that, you have my spiral-waved word.
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August 06, 2007
Little Push
Awww! Look at that! P Design AND INV/ALT got a write-up in "This Week in Denver." Wheeee! Fame! I wonder what the de-ntellegentsia would say if they knew what trouble those three got up to at the Ball Ball...
Abysmal picture not befitting the collective Colorado coolitude (coCoco) represented by this ball-loving trois-some
OH AND BIG NBenz: Look for a FULL-PAGE feature on Angela's snappable wine glasses in September's Bon Appétit.
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July 29, 2007
Congratulations to Mike and Kristi Macs!!
Boy went and done got married at City Hall this past week! Granted, the full church press will be in a few months now, but he and Kristi decided to make things official before she moved out to their new place in Park Slope. Good stuff. And, as a special bonus, his wedding ring is that thing you see above. That's right. With the waves on it? That he bought at a mall on Long Island? Oh Smuckers. You slay me. Like Mandrake the Bundt Cake...you slay me.
Congratulations, Son (and Daughter) of the Hounds of the Sea!!
(NB: Mike promised a full write-up of the experience for SweetNBheads, so look for that this week. Given the people involved, I assume nothing short of full chaos was experienced.)
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July 19, 2007
Dating Dialogue
Bree: Soooooo, I've got my first date with that guy from the CO-DESIGN show tonight...
Pifuka: (heavily accented English) Wear a condom. Don't get an STD.
[pause]
It's not worth it.
[Long pause]
Bree: OK. I'll wear a condom.
[Exeunt]
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July 11, 2007
Big News From the Construction Zone
I am sitting in P Design watching contractors frame walls in this radically deconstructed space. A radically deconstructed space that is going to host the CO-DESIGN show in...oh...71 1/2 hours. They just gave me earplugs because they are about to shoot nails into the concrete with the force - and noise - of a shot from a 22-caliber. This is really not how I was envisioning spending my summer, but alas.
Flexibility.
It's not just a hit in the sack.
Hard to imagine something more invigorating than this situation, but try this on for size: I answered the phone here a few hours ago and at the other end was my old pal from CC, Chia. Now, a few weeks ago, I had run across a postcard Chia had sent Paul and Pifuka and sleuthily deduced that there is but one Chia in the whole wide world -- and that we MUST have the same friend. Paul confirmed that they had lived next to this Chia in Brooklyn and loved him and so forth. We then laughed and hugged and danced and cried and sang, "It's a Small World." I would've blogged about it, but felt it was far too sacred and personal for the likes of you.
But then, then! - the phone rang today with the news that Chia and his GF and their two kitties (Ramona and Meatball) are packing up and MOVING TO DENVER. In two months. It was the first time I've talked to him since the late 90's, and I'm so psyched to be back in touch with that kid - and to get some more creative, cool and fun NYC blood raging in this joint. My fast-forming clique is so swankadanks it's fucking Shabba Ranks. And you can put THAT on my epitaph.
Seriously.
You can. ¡Con permiso y queso!
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July 09, 2007
Happy Birthday J-Person!!!!
Three cheers for JennFrox! You're totes my fave, durlin' lady.
Keep on with your bad self, etc. and amen.
Love,
L. Ron
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July 02, 2007
REMINDER
Watch Wilson on Jeopardy tonight!
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June 28, 2007
Ahmagod! Dr. Love!
Reading ANP's blog this a.m., trying to suck down my suuuper-hot coffee before hitting the road, I came across this bit of insight from her apparently Ph.D'ed (? or something) friend who has the SKINNY when it comes to MEN(ny)...Ready? Brace.
I have two pieces of advice:
1. Make sure your love interest shares your interests and values. Opposites do not attract - after the novelty has worn off, they repel. There is real social psychological data to back this up… If he spends his free time smoking pot and going to parties while you are busy with school, work, and extracurriculars … it won’t work out. If he spends his free time playing football, joining secret societies, and fucking other girls … it won’t work out.
2. Make sure your love interest is totally smitten with you. Does he call or text you just to say hi? Does he ask you out on dates, or do you usually arrange that? Does he bring you cards, flowers, books, music, food? Does he make you dinner? If he’s not the romantic type, does he offer to fix your toaster, leaky faucet, or do your tax returns? If you can’t remember the last time (or anytime) he did something thoughtful for you outside the bedroom, you should dump him ASAP and move on. (PS - You should also do thoughtful things for him).
Sooo, if you guys share interests and values, and he is sweet and thoughtful towards you, you should just tell him that you’re really into him and you want to be exclusive. If he says that he is not ready for that, dump him and move on. Never waste your time waiting for a man to be ready.
I love this. It is EXACTLY the same point my brother made in a text message to me of recent that I've saved and look at often to give myself the briggs:
"Don't waste your tears on him. Dump his ass. Fuck his nonsense and do what's right for you which is to find a guy who wants a relationship more than soccer."
Beginning to see the light...and the appropriate song lyrics.
[cue: "If You Can't Rock Me, Somebody Will" by the Stones]
Is my brother the best or VHUT? I'm sooo glad my parents adopted him.
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June 27, 2007
Weddin' Bells
I just found out (well...I found out last week, but forgot about it until just now, so SUE me, tort-lovin' mofo's) that a dude who PROPOSED to me in college (in a "I'm kind of kidding. Kind of not. Dump your BF and get with this. You and me, kid! We'll knock their socks off!" way minus the weird Humphrey Bogart, old-man innuendo implied in the retell) has his wedding registry at PDG. Damn, cuz! I knew I should've broken off a piece of that when the getting was offered.* Cha-ching!
(*No offenze, Els. You're still my favorite boytoy of the mid- to late 90's. Serious. I'm SERIOUS.)
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June 26, 2007
Four Gifts I was Given This Week
- Cabinet of Natural Curosities by Albertus Seba, thanks be to Jacob J.S. and my mom and pops for giving me a back strong enough to haul that shit back to D-town
- FIVE bags of the *best* cereal ever, MorganGull, straight out of Reykjavik thanks be to Anittah to the NP!
- TURBO - my newest - and most fitting - nickname (and perhaps the only one that doesn't start with "br") thanks be to Jason of the Stonewall Family Jasons. You, Jason, get a giant mixing bowl of Quaker Totes for that one. And that's a LOT of fucking totes, as if I need to tell you that.
- A trim and tidy lawn care of the only lawn boy ever to be accepted to Sloane School of Business, Rick to the Rickalama. It's what I like to call his "grassroots" project.
I am delighted with each and every one of these offerings and will gather them 'round my welcoming breasts as I sing "Cherish" by Madonna, in a round, with Deuce accompanying on dulcimer.
That's right.
All of them.
Even the nickname.
And the grass clippings.
Posted by Bree at 05:38 PM | Comments (0)
New York Friends Make Impression, Money on Area Game Shows
As the title indicates, two of my NYC cronies will be gracing the small screen with their wit and exuberance.
Cash Cab (featuring the finest production work done by a N*ely in the history of production work done by a N*ely, not including Top Chef) will highlight the intellectual derring-don't of J. McPadden on August 6, 6:30 p.m. EST
Jeopardy! will pursue the trivial with bon vivant and man about town Wilson R*ckerson on July 2 at 7 p.m. (or whatever).
For those of you following at home, here is a picture of Wilson about to have his head eaten by Mike:
Company to the contrary, he's very smart.
As for McPadden, all of my pictures of are blurred with the haze of cheap memories, shame and whiskey shots so must remain in the vault. Suffice it, he'll be the Irish one.
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June 16, 2007
Brass Box
Three years ago this Labor Day, Jason and JJ and I went rafting along the Delaware River in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. It was a ridiculous experience. The folks who ran the outfit were part of some sort of Appalachian/umbilical cord-strangled dipshit coterie who tried to repair a leak in the boat with...paper, among other hysterical occurrences. The highlight of the day, for me, however was when scrambling up a rocky embankment, pulling the raft out of the water behind me (which, after an apparent drought of African proportions, was only about 2 feet deep - turning what was supposed to be a four-hour leisurely float into a six-hour PADDLE for survival), the top of my bathing suit fell down and exposed BOTH boobies to the aforementioned braintrust.
That was awesome.
Anys. Stop thinking about my boobs. They are spectacular, granted, but let's get back to the point. Afterwards, we went to an antique shop in Lambertsville, New Jersey. I bought a burnished brass box (bbb) there, inlaid with mahogany...perfect for a guy's collection of collar stays and spare buttons and used condoms. The price wasn't marked, the clerk working there vastly underestimated its value and it was mine. Jason tried to get it off of me, but I held tight.
I knew I would give it to a man I loved.
And since then, I have waited to find him.
Someone who deserved it.
I decided last week, before this latest relationship even busted up, who I was going to give the box to.
The man who's been nothing but a wonderful friend, an unwavering support, a constant companion and someone I can trust to see the deepest parts of me - and still love me. This man is someone who's seen me break down probably more than anyone else in my adult life ('cept Heather, natch.), and still wants to be around me, and scrape me up off the floor when I'm convinced my life is in the shitter. This man has brightened my days since I met him; this man is one of those people that convinces you of the goodness of this world and reminds you of the blessings of your life. Plus he's funny as balls.
Yup. I'm giving it to Rick. I'm giving it to Rick in about 45 minutes when I go to help him put his party together. I'm giving it to Rick because he is my best friend. I'm giving it to Rick because I've never met anyone who deserves it more.
B: "You're my best friend."
R: "You're my only friend."
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June 12, 2007
New Column: Love Advice From Andrea (LAFA)
"I need to be with a man...and if you can't be, you're, like, a pussy 'cause you have to call in a plumber - that's not OK. BUT - if you need to call in a mechanic, that's OK. But there are also stipulations, 'cause if you can't do an oil change or a brake change or a change of an alternator (italics mine - ed.), then there's something wrong there. Then basically, they're not worth it. That's the way I look at it."
"You know, when it comes down to me for me...I don't know about you (bold mine - ed.), but I wanna be with a guy who's not a pussy."
Posted by Bree at 08:25 PM | Comments (0)
May 23, 2007
Me and G in Floridey
I like this picture.
I do not, however, like Florida.
Unless we're just talking short-term flings stylez.
In which case, sure.
I'll take her.
But there's no way she's getting her hands on my PIN.
UPDATE: Brushed once again by the loosest possible definition of fame, I hereby weakly recant with great glee everything negs I ever said about Fla. Good Holy God, this is the club we were at in Miami Beach last week! They too lovingly scoff at the Brit! I knew I had some commonalities with the "trannies and gay guys," I just knew it.
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May 10, 2007
Well, Well, Well...Look What the Flickr Dragged In...
Hint (from the horse's mouf): "Look at me! I’m slouching and playing with my plate cause I’m still hungry! What’s new!"
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May 08, 2007
Inbox (Special Fox Family Anniversary Edition!)
from: Captain Spicer
to: Lady Sawtooth
date: May 8, 2007 1:04 PM
subject : PS
It was three years ago today that you were wearing a seafoam green a-line number and processing down an aisle with Kel.
Indeed, it twere. Happy Annis, milord and lady!
Posted by Bree at 02:03 PM | Comments (0)
May 03, 2007
Worthy of a Post
I somehow realize I have neglected to give adequate mention to an important development in the life of Bree over these past few. Silly me, how could I fail to write that I am head over heels for a boy-person. A boy-person who, honestly, has made me laugh harder and with more frequency than I have since Matt used to get me so riled up I would puke in hysterical glee. A boy-person I'm bringing home to the clowns in a little over a week. A boy-person who showed up just when I needed him most.
His name's Garth.
You'll be hearing a lot more about him.
Posted by Bree at 06:41 PM | Comments (0)
The Quotable Wylde
Everyone's favorite Jeff was quoted re: bachelor parties in the NY Sun today, as referenced by Gothamist and forwarded by Mike. Here she blows:
"A financial adviser and experienced bachelor party attendee, Jeffrey Wylde, 34, said he plans to attend bachelor parties in Las Vegas, Montreal, and Atlantic City this summer. On average, he spends about six times more money on destination bachelor parties than their corresponding weddings, he said."
New respect for the Sun's investigative journalism. They surely couldn't have found a more expert source...
(apologies for blurriness...he's much sharper in real life.)
Elliott's response:
That quote is AWESOME.
Six times! I cant help but do the math.
If he spent 400 on travel to a wedding. 100 on a gift, and another 200 on a hotel... 700 total. That means he spend 3500 per bachelor party, for a grand total of 10.5k on bachelor parties alone this year.
Guy knows how to do it.
Jenny's response:
Forget the tux. Jeff, you should really consider investing in your own stripper.
Posted by Bree at 03:43 PM | Comments (0)
April 26, 2007
Brushed by the Feathery Fame Feather (Once Again)
So odd to open up a Denver Post review of a local joint and find, instead, a little vignette about the exploits of friend to the bars and logo designer to the TSC, Brooklyn's own Aaron Lazar.
Posted by Bree at 10:58 PM | Comments (0)
March 19, 2007
1,000 Places to See Before You Fall Ill With the Dengue
In other exciting primetime developments, Melanie and Albin's TV show - 1,000 Places to See Before You Die - is set to debut March 29 on the Travel Channel.
Apparently, the opportunity to write about an attractive couple eating maggots is - in a word - irresistible to our proud press corps, so natch - the coverage is amping up. And where there's a NY Times wire feed, there's Captain Spicer. The good lady sent me this piece, and while I find it hard to find fault with anything put in print, I've got to take issue with at least one point. When Melly Mel remarks, "''I notice that I don't want to (do) drive-through coffee anymore," I trust that's not coming from the same Melly Mel who, shits no, exclaimed in happy surprise "Oh! You're at the drive-through Starbucks on Colfax! I love that place!" just last week when I called her to ask, among other things, if my car was blowing up because smoke was coming out of the hood. (Turns out no. When you get a carwash in below-freezing temperatures, apparently the moisture left on your engine forms what some call 'steam.' These are the kinds of things one learns after several months of jetsetting.)
Anys - I've been included on the Travel Channel party's guest list as a "very influential blogger," (trying to find a "very influential blogger hat" to wear to doubly-imprint this new identity) so will give you all the exciting and glamorous details after my hangover wears off on Thursday. Maggots, indeedy.
Posted by Bree at 01:17 PM | Comments (0)
Tasty Brit Bit
Much to say and more to do after my extendo-hiatus, but just got word from my sweet lil girl in London-town that she's got what the Tories call a "Moblog" filled with cell phone shots and commentary over here. This one in particular stood out:
goodbye new york
i'll never forget you
your dirty subways
your crowded restaurants
your noisy streets
your tireless people
your thursday nights
your sunday afternoons
your open bars
your all-night delis
your all-day brunches
your faded signs
your happy dogs
your anger
your sadness
your optimism
your magic
your might
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March 08, 2007
Thanks for All the Good Wishes, East Coast, West Coast, Everywhere Between Coast
No frets: I'm being well taken care of on my first birthday not in New York in FOREVS. Granted the calls, e-mails, cards, flowers (!) and packages from the peeps back home made me full of yankee yearnin', but then I ate some of the cheesecake Rick brought me last night and all. my. cares. dissipated.
Big time smoox to each of you, lovelies! Thanks for filling my life with such awesomeness.
Like, for real.
Posted by Bree at 03:43 PM | Comments (0)
February 22, 2007
I Wonder...
if my date tonight will mind if I don't shower and I wear the same thing I've worn for the past three days (give or take different underpants)?
UPDATE: My laundry rack just flipped open as I was hoisting it into the truck and smacked me straight across the bridge of my nose. It's not broken - but ten bucks it bruises up by the time I go out. Um. Hi.
Come to think of it...this look'll prolly fit right in at a hockey game. Go TIGERS!
Oh and SPEAKING OF Thaigrrs...check out my (now-famous) girl, ANP on the cover of New York Press:
That is so kickass, I don't even know what to do with myself. Or it. Or much. Full article here, lede here:
The Thaigrr unwraps her silk kimono to reveal a bright-orange, tiger-striped bathing suit. She steps into the blue inflatable kiddie pool, her size-12 feet hidden up to her ankles in warm, red Jell-O. She stands across from her opponent, Lady Venom, who’s dressed in a skin-tight pleather dress, nylon gloves and stockings with spider web tracings.
They smile and pretend to glower and, after the referee’s signal, begin to tussle and strain until Lady Venom spins The Thaigrr onto her back. The crowd roars with excitement, red goop smacking spectators’ faces. DJ Molover ramps up the music and the designated photographers maneuver to get the best shot of splayed legs and gritted teeth.
A little more than a minute later, the two women flail to maintain balance until Lady Venom, her dress slick and wet, pins the taller and stronger Thaigrr beneath her body, a big grin spread across her face. Others help the two out of the pool, and Lady Venom is declared the winner of that round of Amateur Female Jello Wrestling.
Posted by Bree at 08:52 AM | Comments (0)
February 13, 2007
Well That Explains A Lot!
Ahmagod. Briggles a plenty over here. As a good deed, I sent a picture of some of the CC kids at Jason's wedding into one of our alumni sites. Just got notification it was posted, and get this:
Bree N**ly '98 and Jason Twill '98 were married in the summer of 2004.
L-R: Elliott Phear '98, Bree and Jason, Sam Brown '98 and Marie Knotwell '98. All are friends from the second floor of Loomis, freshman year.
Though I was beyond plastered at that wedding, I feel I would've remembered us exchanging vows. And while I do think there are more than a few kids out there who would've nodded their heads knowingly as if to say, "So that's how it was on North Tejon Street..." had this remained posted, the site administrator is fixing it as we speak. Damnit! I want a piece of that Twill pie. 'specially now I know he's keeping the apartment on 77th. Ah! Always the drunken guest doing the grapevine down the street in Minneapolis, never the bride!
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February 11, 2007
With Frenz Like These...
Just wanted to give a shout-out to Rick, one of my most awesomest friends who - though abandoning me for the WILDS of MIT business school this summer (Go Beavers!) - has cemented his place on the A-list by generously building a business model for TSC. It's ridonx. I went for a run yesterday and ended up in his crib eating Wheat Thins and cookies and learning how to use this totally killer and kickass expense and revenue tracking program he devised. It even has FORMULAS. And SPREADSHEETS. And uses abbreviations like CAPEX.
Say whaa?
I mean the fact that the kid drove my starving ass to McDonalds last night at about 2 in the morning to get my Quarter Pounder on alone should show you what kind of guy he is, but this is above and beyond. You're the best beaver of the bunch, Rick. Don't let none of them fancy east coasters tell you different.
Posted by Bree at 12:33 PM | Comments (0)
February 08, 2007
Back and Forth
Me: "I decided today that the sexiest thing ever has got to be a woman walking out of Target carrying a gigantic jumbo thing of toilet paper. You know what that says? That says, 'I like to go to the bathroom...a lot.'"
RJM: "You can't make me think of that kind of stuff when I'm at work. That's just cruel."
Posted by Bree at 03:07 PM | Comments (0)
February 01, 2007
Update from Your New York City Correspondent
Oooohweee, this has been quite the trip. And I haven't even seen Matt yet...so, suffice it, more fun times are in store for tonight. Sooo...before I retire for my afternoon nap (tough. life.), I just wanted to give a quick shout-out/salutation to both Aaron and Anittah - two cats whom I hosted last night, one directly following the other, in a little nook at Grassroots Pub on St. Marks. In addition to rocking both the stage and screen as the frontman for The Giraffes, Aaron has been busting his talent nut all over the TSC logo and web site design. Sufficing it, there are AWESOME things coming down the pike from this boy.
And Anittah - well...what is there to say of Anittah, the former flame of my former flame? What a fun, fun chick this girl is. Not only did I walk away from the night with a new friend - and some new insight - I walked away with a new pair of shoes for my massive stompers! FINALLY! Someone with whom to trade my gigantor clothing with. Ahhhhhh, the sweet, sweet inclusion of girl-on-girl swapping will finally be mine ours.
Even better than the apparel? Meeting the lovely lades in the flesh...always so rewarding to recognize how stellar the company I keep is - even in matters of the busted romance type. I'm proud to be on this girl's team. And I don't mean sexually. Though she is a babe.
And speaking of those I like to include in team huddles in a nonsexual fashion - I'm s'posed to get my McNamara on later this evening. Between breakfast with Twill and Sully today (at Fairway; yum) and Patrick yesterday (at his amazing apartment in the west village; yum) and two days of awesome hangtime aka drunken bonhomie with Kirsten (microwaved winegums and edamame; yum) and lunch with the never-endingly awesome Jenny tomorrow - it's a wonder I've gotten anything accomplished up in this piece.
Er.
More on that later.
You know...after my nap.
Posted by Bree at 12:17 PM | Comments (0)
January 21, 2007
When Friends Breed
Nota Benz darling new pictures of Sully Twill and Evan Pope are up in the Flickr account.
I would write more but the fact that I'm up at 9:38 on a Sunday morning is statement enough.
Posted by Bree at 09:38 AM | Comments (0)
January 17, 2007
New Baby Dayliner Track
Go here, but beware - if you're at work - as the jazzy beats come right on o'er the speakers.
Oh Dayliner. You melt me.
Posted by Bree at 09:09 AM | Comments (0)
January 10, 2007
Giddy Up
(At the Western Stock Show)
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January 06, 2007
Best. News. Ever.
From Dave:
Evan Daniel Pope was born this morning at 10:20 a.m., just under two weeks late. At 9 lbs, 6 oz., it's clear that he took the extra time to beef up, much to his mother's chagrin. Molly, Evan, and I are doing fine and are as happy as can be. We can't wait to introduce you all to our new little guy.
--
Oh my goodness.
I am beaming.
Posted by Bree at 01:13 PM | Comments (0)
December 21, 2006
Every Cloud, Pulonium Lining (or Something Like That)
I've been absolutely floored by the amount of e-support I've been getting this a.m. Just a few excerpts from the lovely ladies and gents who keep my world turning:
from: evie
to: briggles
date: Dec 21, 2006 10:11 AM
subject: oh my.
Bree is snow-stuck, schnokered and sad.
Seems like this might be a good time to tell you, oh goddess of great wit and great breasts, that I have made a decision -- one that I find most uplifting. I have decided that we will be together (in the NKOTB hangin' tough sense) sometime in the next 6 months. you. me. somwheres dreamy. sometime before June 21st.
gigantor love,
biggy e
--
from: Rick
to: briggles
date: Dec 21, 2006 10:23 AM
I'm sure you will have plenty of options, but seriously, if you want to hang out for the big day you're welcome to do so. My brothers and sisters are all pretty cool, my mom is a saint, my dad will be happy he can plow the driveway, there will be a relatively large amount of us, 7 plus the bro in law, so silent awkward moments would kept to a minimum. And like I said, Christmas is mostly a series of Risk, Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly, Taboo, Poker and Boggle, which I abstain from. Also Scrabble. I abstain from Scrabble too.
--
from: Kirsten
to: Briggles
date: Dec 21, 2006 7:09 AM
subject: RE: Christmas
that's it - we should all just come to denver instead. by sled.
--
from: Anittah
to: briggles
date: Dec 21, 2006 10:39 AM
subject: other ideas
amtrak to the nearest place non blizzarded, then fly? scoot down to colo springs and flirt your way onto a fighter jet?
totally sucks :( how come global warning can't help you out when you need it?
--
And, my personal fave:
from: Patrick
to: briggles
date: Dec 21, 2006 8:13 AM
subject: RE: Enjoy your Wired magazine gift subscription!
hope you enjoy wired. i 'think' the guy who originally came up with the 'long-tail' idea writes for wired. plus, it is an enjoyable mag (i put it above business2.0 - but wtf do i know)
so why can't you get back? is there a weather phenomena occurring?
Posted by Bree at 10:30 AM | Comments (0)
Confidential to JPov in Campden, ME
I got your message. It made my day/week/whathaveyou. I was going to wait to call 'til I was back east; now I think that point is minorly moot and majorly mute. I will certainly be in touch this week as I can't wait to hear what lunacy you're up to now. Thanks for always giving me something new to brag about; thanks for always giving me a reason to face the world with a big fat smile.
You're the tits, durlin.
Posted by Bree at 12:13 AM | Comments (0)
December 20, 2006
Happy Birthday, Dave!
Any visitor to my freshman year room would be remiss not to follow the mandate I scrawled in Sharpie across our loft: "Anything for Dave."
Still stand by it, sweetheart. Happy days to my all-time favorite.
How you like DEM overalls?
Sigh.
Posted by Bree at 12:12 PM | Comments (0)
December 14, 2006
Spilling the Beans All Night
I don't think there's a song in the world that means as much to me as that one. It's been a beautiful buzz for me since I fell in love to it for the first time at age 19, and I think it will be until I fall in love to it for the last time at age 91. Or thereabouts.
Posted by Bree at 06:08 PM | Comments (0)
December 13, 2006
Chrome wheeled, Fuel Injected and Steppin' Out Over the Line
My man in Thailand, Mike "MiLo" Logan, rung me last night on his fancy-doo Interweb phone to tell news of TWO motorcycle crashes he's gotten in over there (click right where it says "pretty revolting" for a pretty revolting picture of a rather substantial ow-ee).
I suggested perhaps he stop taking motoring lessons from the McCrary Twins (above and...uh...here), and invest in stylish, lightweight and wallet-friendly riding protection. Shortly thereafter, our connection was inexplicably lost.
Posted by Bree at 04:20 PM | Comments (0)
December 05, 2006
Cyber Backlog and Other Notes of Relative Interest
As some of you well know, I am very behind in my e-mailing efforts as of recent. Things been crrrazy here, as I'm sure they are everywhere (ho-days, you know). Regardless, my silence in the form of "Reply" is by no means a slag on you or your (sometimes questionable) sense of style. I'm talking to you, Sherri. You too Suzanna, Jason, JAY!, El, Stacy, Anittah, Eric, Hannah, Mel, Todd, Al and Susie.
A-ha. And while that proves that I clearly need to log some time in my Gmail account, I am just communiqued-out these days. Por ejemps? I had to buy a phone HEADSET because I'm talking on the cell so much I have "right cheekne." It's charming, and very 21st century and also the reason why I haven't called you back, Matt. In addition to occasionally making me puke from laughing too hard, you also give me zits.
The rest of you? I send typed hearts and smoox and etceteras, of course!
MMMWWWAHHHH!
As for the "live and in-person" portion, I'll be in the pilgrim state from about 12/22 and then back in NY for New Years and a few days of hedonism surrounding to and fro.
HJF, KJT, JFrox - you are on RED ALERT re: me, the ever-charming carpetbagger.
Also, Spoon is playing 12/30 at Webster Hall, $14 tickets - Twill, you in?
Posted by Bree at 10:10 PM | Comments (0)
Inbox
From: REDACTED
To: Briggles
Date: Dec 5, 2006 9:39 AM
Subject: Riddle me this
did you ever have a really inappropriate dream about a friend of yours and wonder what it means.
A) Don't worry it wasn't you.
B) Not telling.
Posted by Bree at 09:57 AM | Comments (0)
November 28, 2006
Blog-A-Roo
One of my two favorite lil Italians from Brooklyn (worrrrd, Fantauzzi), the delectable Ms. Scorsone, just started a new blog documenting her recently-begun-trip round-de-world. First stop? Buenos Aires.
Show the girl some traffic love and catch up on the happenings of a busty little slice of hot dangity over at Gianna Takes on the World.
Posted by Bree at 10:06 PM | Comments (0)
Papal Update
The latest from my all-time absolute favorite Popes (writ by Molly):
"The polite basketball under my shirt has turned into a beach-ball! My belly shape is constantly shifting because baby continues to swim in there (yesterday's update from the midwife - he's sideways). David and I have given up trying to get this baby to flip upside-down - he's going to do it when he's ready (or never!) But he is healthy and in good shape, so we have no reason to worry. We are just psyching ourselves up that he will be here soon!"
Looks like I'll be heading to Chicago-town early in 2007. Can't really delay meeting the first born of a couple I engineered, especially as I'll prolly fall head o'er for the little cuss in about 2 seconds flat. AAAAWWWW. <-- NB: baby glee quota for 4Q 06 at full capacity.
Posted by Bree at 04:28 PM | Comments (0)
November 23, 2006
Boozeathon
Going-away presents left by my Australia-bound BFFs begs one question, "Who in the house feels like getting CRUNKED?!"
Posted by Bree at 09:45 AM | Comments (0)
November 22, 2006
Confidential to My #1 RSS Feed Fan Sitting in DIA
Re: Your plan to infect me with the "Cough-eee Annans" by COB
Diabolical, G. Jr.
Simply diabolical.
Plz rework the outcome and leave it in track changes on my desk. References must be annotated AP-style, xeroxed, highlighted and attached. No need to attach any more baby drool microbes. More than enough are living in my throat.
Thx!
KBN
Posted by Bree at 12:49 AM | Comments (0)
November 11, 2006
Straight Hair Liz and Other Liz News
Check it!
"Eye level plightful." <-- Say it aloud.
For those of you not in the know, my favorite curly-haired moptop, Liz Wall of the Aurora Walls, and her most charming and effervescent Nick(leby) Kroehl of the...Breckenridge? Kroehls...are moving to Sydney on Thanksgiving Day. They'll be there for 18 months so that Liz can both get her Australian citizenship and get to the bottom of the Michael Hutchence autoerotic asphyxiation debacle. Oh sadness to see them go, but sadness tinged with such excitement...especially after perusing this ever so timely Times piece on Syds today.
Lede?
A boarding pass to Sydney should come with a warning label: Beware, this city will have you questioning the quality of life in your hometown. Sydney has managed to skim the best parts of other cities and swirl them into a perfect blend of urban bliss. At any given time, visitors can enjoy the sun-soaked laid-back vibe of Los Angeles, the cleanliness and efficiency of Geneva, the energizing hustle and bustle of New York City and the Old World charms of London.
Though it's been totally killer living next to Liz these past several months, just as I did lo back in the Jungle Wing at Loomis Hall, somehow I think they're making the right decision. Whee! And no worries, mite. I'm already planning my March '07 trip downunda. 31 in the Southern Hemisphere? Bring. It.
Posted by Bree at 09:41 AM | Comments (0)
October 31, 2006
Transcript Runs Startling Exposé on Local Star of Stage, Screen and Corporate Functions
According to my sources at the North Adams Transcipt (er...Duffy), it appears Williamstown's own hot slice of acting ass - the delectable Chris Payne Gilbert - has scored a major role on TBS's "10 Items or Less." For inspiration in his part as "the sexy butcher who hopes to one day be a stock car driver," one can only assume Mr. Payne Gilbert spent his days reminiscing of Eddie's Market and his nights draggin' up to the McCann's parking lot. And while we all hope this doesn't bring to an end his days as "Bacardi" in the highlarious Bacardi and Cola ads, it is of some comfort to know he'll be spending his days and nights in the company of a Valderrama.
Some of Chris's finest work involving a Speedo, hot sluts
Posted by Bree at 03:53 PM | Comments (0)
October 27, 2006
Please Support My Sweaty Baby Daddy
Patrick Andersen, my favorite little brother and one-time king of Pittsfield MA, will be running the NYC Marathon on November 5th (with his twin brother) to raise funds for cancer research at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center. So open up your wallets and send o'er some ducats to support these boys and this important mission.
Here are some more detes, straight from the horsey:
"For the past 5 years, we've run for both the pediatric cancer center in honor of our cousin, Ryan Andersen, who passed away in November 2000 from Leukemia at age 11 and the research of Dr. Mark Weiss, a Leukemia specialist and our mother's doctor at Memorial Sloan Kettering. In June 1999, our mother was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphatic Leukemia (CLL) and she has been visiting Dr. Weiss monthly for 2 years. Despite CLL being a very common form of leukemia (29% of all new cancer cases), there is no cure and the current route of treatment is to hold off chemotherapy or a bone marrow transplant as long as possible. Thankfully our mother has avoided treatment for the past 7 years - partially through the excellent treatment of Dr. Weiss, a world leader in CLL. We're honored to run to support his ongoing research and we hope that you will contribute.
The donations of friends, families and corporations have totaled more than $45,000 over the past 5 years funding research that is showing wonderful results. For example, the survival rate of childhood Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia was 85% in the 1990s vs. 3% in the 1960s.
All donations are 100% tax deductible."
Find out more at his web site here.
Go get 'em, tiger! I'll be thinking of you as I'm facedown in a pitcher of bloody marys trying to drown the memories of the night before...you know, typical Saturday morning.
Posted by Bree at 07:26 AM | Comments (0)
October 25, 2006
Confidential to MaGirl on Woodcock
I miss and love you, kid and am thinking of you and the whole clan. Wish I was over there eating artichokes and other examples of culinary derring-do (Clams? What are clams?!), watching Blue Lagoon and giving you and your sis some mad support vis a vis boxed wine and ridiculous amounts of giggles.
In my absence, please remember to keep your butt up, babe.
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October 02, 2006
New Frenz, New Filosofies, Old Habits
The best part about moving has been rockin' the western slopes with all manner of new - and reacquainted - friends. Today may have taken the cake, though. A double-Thai'ed 10-hour hang with a helluva chap involving architectural salvage, good tunes and several car trips - all served up with one (1) Lousiana accent, two (2) big fat grins and nearly unlimited Loiggles.
I also got a very good piece of advice/philosophy/koan-ism from the fella. Try this on for size: one's greatest strength is also one's greatest weakness.
Ponder-ama, for sure.
My immediate feeling is that my greatest strength is a bullheaded self-reliancy, stubborness and total faith that I can do anything I want to do if I try hard enough. Which is also TOTALLY my greatest weakness (you saw that coming, dintcha?), as I place way too much pressure on myself to meet my own exacting standards. And all this self-reliancy just masks the fact that I find it wicked hard and demoralizing and ultimately painful to actually, truly depend on someone else (read: boy person)...'cepting, naturally, all my besties, whom I depend on for...um...everything.
Oh dear goodness. So much to chew on; so much to chew through.
I'm like a rat in the corncob maze of life.
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October 2: Best Day Ever?
Not just 'cause it's a cloudy Monday over here in Uptown D-town, but because it's the day that two of my favorite people were born into this world:
El (Ranchero)!
Eric! (mmm...ham...)
Eric and El (Ranchero) En Route to Seeing Twill Nekkid in Albuquerque!
I will spend hours in silent reflection.
Love to love you, lovies! Mwaaaah!
Happiest of Haps!
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September 29, 2006
Looking for Me Tonight?
Bridgey, if only you were there to enjoy it with all 1992-stizz:
ahem...sweet turtleneck...cough...
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September 28, 2006
Sulligatawny Kitaen Update
Apparently, he's dressed up like a frog...not a pumpkin.
Whaa? Like I'm some baby expert...please...
All together now: Aaaaawwww!
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Sulligatawny Makes Modelling Debut
The Twill family matriarch just sent some PDFs of Sully getting all Romign-Stamos in this month's (October) Baby Talk magazine. I know you all have subscriptions, so no need (read: no skill) to try to photoshop dem snaps into a jpeg I can post but in case the mail is delayed, let's just say this: he's gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous and dressed in a pumpkin outfit. He also turned ONE yesterday. Tempus? Please stop fugiting.
West 77th - holla if you hear me.
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September 22, 2006
Textually Speaking
Best Text Messages of Summer/Fall 2006
Received Category:
PS soon aka not tonight, so go get laid or something.
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September 15, 2006
Jake's Gorgey Snaps OR: Why People Live in the West
My inbox brought me a favulous treat today: Jake's pics from his recent move/road trip from Coloradey all the way up to Seattle. One Budget truck hauling one Suburu over three mountain ranges - and he still managed to get some stellar shots. Definitely click through to see them all. Oh and yes, the captions are his.
B-Bye!
Beautiful CO!
Oooo, aahhh, Colorado
Racing the Train
Una Cerveza y Los Tetones Grandes
Columbia River Gorge
Mmm, wheat
Idaho Traffic
Not so much
Montana es muy lindo
Mysterious and Elusive Mtns
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September 14, 2006
Confidential to KJT at 787 Seventh: You. Balm. Diggety.
The UPS man just done brung me two bottles of the finest birthday present a girl could ever hope to receive care of the best friend a girl could ever hope to know. Shipment one of my three-month "Wine club" membership includes a nice big ole California Zinfandel (*my favorite!*) and a Rhone blend of Roussanne and Grenache Blanc. Sounds delightful - and totally new to me.
Kirsten - you are the best. Thanks so so so so much.
You have no idea how much I wish you and I could drink them together. Preferably at a Jr. High dance party in Erin Jenning's barn at which you're wearing an oversized green turtleneck and I'm wearing fingertip gloves:
And/or at a 1995 party up to Stone Hill at which you're wearing an oversized green henley and I'm wearing a button-up knotted at the waist:
NB: This was in the middle of a Massachusetts summer - hence our tawny skin tones and long sleeves...
And/or one from this last July right here in the Mile High in which you're wearing the exact same thing I am - down to the bra and abject drunkeness:
But alas. Until I finally convince you to abandon it all and come live with me out West, the mems will have to suffice. Smoox to the ooxtreme.
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September 13, 2006
Super Babes
Nicole and Ted's little dumplings rockin' some serious WeMa pride.
'cause where we come from "wicked" is an understatement, there are just three types of sharks, and the party's down to the resevoiiia tanoooiiiii. Proud to see these kids repping for the BC hillz. Just like their Auntie do.
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September 11, 2006
30 Years Ago Today
An attractive couple from the suburbs of Boston gave about 750 people in the Massachusetts/New York area the best gift of all: H to the motherfucking J.F.
Happiest Happiest Happiest Birthday, babes.
You keep my world spinning.
Now let's go downstreet, get a coffee and talk some wicked shit, hey?
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August 30, 2006
New Band Name
Daddy and the Elastic Stockings
Do you feel the power, people?
Do you?
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August 15, 2006
Getting Down in Brown Town
Last weekend, several of the CC besties/Jungle Wingmates came together to celebrate the wedding of Sam and Karen Brown (nee Griffiths). Though the travel restriction alerts only amplified - and justified - my general, "Must. Be. At. The. Airport. 17. Hours. Early." style, I sailed through security Friday morning and spent a leisurly three and a half hours browsing the selections at Tie Rack and CinnaBon. Apparently, extra frosting costs a mere $.39.
Imagine!
After a night of sheer, unmitigated bliss at the Minneapolis Hyatt (also hosting the national Fiji fraternity convention: "Welllllll helllllooooo, brothers!"), we hit the road in my Tennessee-plated electric blue Mazda and cruised the scenic route over to Taylor's Falls, MN, (pop. 1010). The motel was about 45 yards from the reception site, which was adjacent to the church. Naturally, we drove. Three-inch heels, cuz...they may be made for dancing, but oh they also are made for precious little ambulation.
The wedding was gorgeous and moving and funny and everything you would want a wedding to be for a couple as sweet as those two. Perfecto. And, as far as the kids go, it's hard to beat a better crowd than east coast (El and Sooz, Jay and JJ), west coast (Bjorn and Cindy), midwest (Jake and...me?) and - the coup de grace - Ms. Evie Perry, who knows no geographical limits. One of my best besters in the whole bestament, and a girl I haven't seen since the turn of the millenium, this chick puts the "it" in "tits." When Jake nudged me and said, "Guess who just walked into the church," it was one of the highlights of a very highlighted year. Let's just say that the buffet of merriment was sampled from all night. As were shots of SoCo. And rose brut straight from the bottle. Risky business to invite this group to a "self-service" wedding but oh at least we look good.
Pictures are up over there on Flickr, but click on through below for a few to whet your whistle and tempt your sensations.
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Coach Farley Shows Craig T. Nelson "How it's Done"
Coming as no surprise to any fan of the gridiron - or, actually, to any fan of athleticism, drive and spandex knickers - our hometown hero, Coach Farley, wasinducted into the College Football Hall of Fame in South Bend, Indiana this past weekend.
The only coach in Williams history to post a perfect season — a feat he accomplished five times — Farley was named Gridiron Club of Greater Boston New England Coach of the Year four times, NESCAC Coach of the Year twice and Division III Regional Coach of the Year in 1996 by AFCA.The recipient of the Johnny Vaught Lifetime Achievement Award, he recorded (what was then) New England's longest Division III win streak (23 games). He also recorded another streak of 23 games without a loss (22 wins and one tie).
In 17 years, Williams did not have a losing season on Farley's watch. He recorded 128 consecutive games without back-to-back losses, amassed 11 seasons with at least seven wins and had 12 seasons with one or no losses. A masterful leader, he coached nine First Team All-Americans.
Williams' all-time winningest coach, Farley retired with an overall record of 114-19-3 for a win percentage of .849, which currently ranks him sixth among coaches in all divisions in college football history.
All of a sudden, my big purple W tattoo is making a lot more sense...
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Sleeping is Giving In
So I've decided to forego it tonight.
Jake is leaving for Seattle tomorrow. I am sad to see him go.
Of course, it's for the best. But still, it's times like these that were made for Led Zeppelin III.
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August 08, 2006
Matchy Matchy
Thanks to Jake - and his quest to keep me clad in 50/50 cotton/poly at all times - I now am the proud owner of a shirt bearing the same logo as my appointment book. Which you could probably appreciate a little more if a. I had a better picture or b. you knew how much this book means to me. Let's just say I brought it to Argentina. And used it.
As if this embarrassment of apparel wasn't enough, the boy also gave me a killer white leather watch (somewhat seen above) meaning...yes...I will not only enjoy the half-Cleveland (white belt) nor the full-Cleveland (white belt, white shoes) but the "Kick it Up a Notch - BAM!" Cleveland (white belt, white shoes, white watch).
Take that, all you Cleveland pretenders. I don't even wanna know what kind of shit's gone-go down once I get through this packet of Crest Whitestrips. Cleveland-opolis. Nor do I want to know what kind of shit's gone-go down once Jake leaves for Seattle next week and the 12 days of moving end. I can only hope my maids-a-milking are delivered in time for the send-off party.
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1,000 Places to See Before You Die of Envy
Oh! I am *soooo* close to being famous, I can almost grab it with my meaty paws! Hot news from D-Town is that my friend Melanie and her handsome husband have been chosen as THE couple (as in - the definitive "the" - the "only one," etc.) to star in a reality series on the Discovery