6 posts tagged “gin”
we got a wii. i created my mii. it's named 'piij'.
my dad feels lonely because i'm not posting enough. the truth is, daddy, i'm happy. I like to swear too much to make a post of just-fine. maybe something will piss me off, maybe tomorrow?
Sweet crashtast is back on facebook. yay. as we speak she's commenting on all my pix. i wish she was closer, i think we'd have good times. I'd give her my sephora smokey eye pack. I just don't use it.
I drank a (gin) martini with my dad.. remote. we're good like that
got to dance this weekend... top notch.
i'm spoiled.
This weekend I:
1) saw Spoon play at Cannery Ballroom. They were fantastic. I also saw our friend anne there. She hasn't posted lately, but she looks just like her photos on vox and I knew her immediately. I didn't say hi because.. well... i'm not a stalker and i didn't want to get maced.
2) went shopping. I kept picking out the cutest things, trying them on, and then realizing i already owned things exactly like them. I guess when you've found your style* you've really found it. like, for keeps. Meanwhile, I'm jonesin' for a new pair of boots and everything out there seems so modern, so hip and... just so like everything else out there. booorrrring. Ever since bf turned me onto fluevogs, i'm lost to everyday fashion. And yet I'm too poor to afford fluevogs, so i guess barefoot is The New Black.
3) invented the best fucking gin and tonic ever. This is a variation of the best-fucking-gin-and-tonic-ever from last spring. It involves:
a) making a gin and tonic to your liking.
b) falling asleep on your awesome boyfriend's lap during an episode of LOST, even though you LOVE lost.. you're just sooo tired from the exhausting gym and shopping day
c) woozily answering 'yes' when awesome bf asks if he should put the remaining 3/4 full g&t into the freezer for safekeeping
d) waiting until the sun goes down the next day, because that's proper...
e) fuck proper. waiting until the sun goes down because you want to get into heaven...
f) fuck heaven. just before sundown, taking it out of the freezer and crunching it up with a chopstick to make something like the granita...
g) adding more gin. add more tonic. add more lime.
h) adding a straw**
i) drinking the crap out of it. This is nothing like the slushies you get at circle K. this is like the slushies you wish you were making in the props loft at drama club in high schoolFuck Yeah.
4) Went to Target to buy sweats. Holy crap it's cold in Tennessee. Tonight's and tomorrow's low is seven degrees above the temperature at which water (not gin) freezes. Let's be clear: I'm from Arizona. Ultimate Low Recorded By My Brain... via ears encased in hood of ski-parka: 41 degrees. And that was dead-of-winter. Tennessee, and it is still october. wrap your brains around that.
5) Watched St. Elmo's Fire with my BF who is 80's-culture-challenged. He criticized most of it, especially the peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwich-in-my-own-kitchen scene, which by the way i think is one of the most important scenes in the film, next to anything with crimped hair (demi moore's Jules) and pink stilleto ankle boots.. (also demi moore's Jules). Rob Lowe was pretty hot back then.
6) Got a rash all over my face and bf is probably upstairs googling it right now. It's from drinking. it's like I'm asian, except I'm not asian. unless mom or dad isn't telling me something. Sometimes, but not all the time, when I drink, I get big red spotches on my face/chest/stomach. It goes away. Anyone else have this problem?
* i don't actually have style. i just wear a lot of grey and black
** straws are bad for the environment. I'm using the one from subway last week because the one I had from In and Out back in June was 'lost' recently. Not that I'm bitter.
HOLY SHIT WE ARE OUT OF GIN!!!!
Here's what i did this weekend:
Friday:
I got my first nashville haircut! I'm the type to really commit to a stylist, so when I go looking for a new one, it's a big deal. I first tried looking for one from the Goldwell color site; Goldwell makes fabulous reds, and even though I'm not a redhead anymore, really, i love how the color treats my hair. Unfortunately, Goldwell color is expensive and the salons that use it are expensive. Which isn't actually a problem for me (you know, because i've still got another kidney to sell) but it seems that those places are booked out for MONTHS, and there was no way to get an appointment in the next couple months. all those wretched music types have those places booked out to the turn of the century. (hah ha just kidding, music-types, big x's and o's. big ones.)
So, I went out on a limb and found 'Hair Mafia', in the Berry Hill neighborhood of Nashville. The website had cute bios for all the stylists, and they seemed really approachable, easygoing and yet ultimately stylish. That's what I want. I checked them out on citysearch, and I found that they responded to each of the comments and reviews they had received, both good and bad (there was only one bad review out of pages of them.
Anyway, Kristina Cheri was wildly accommodating, and really interesting and friendly. We chatted for the two hours of my color and cut, and she gave me a complimentary makeup touch-up, because she's a makeup artist too. She cut out all of the fantastic razor cuts I'd had in california, because humidity doesn't do nice things to razor cuts. So she trimmed it up, and touched up the color. As luck would have it, she did use Goldwell color, she just wasn't listed on the site. She didn't have anything near dark enough for my hair ("oh honey you're in the south, everyone wants to be blonde") but she gave me a semipermanent and fixed up the bleached portions.
That's right. bleach. there is some bottle blonde in me, you had to know that.
So, the hair is all set. The trim is good for it, one day soon i'll be rolling in long golden brown locks like Miss Jenny Lewis.
I don't prefer girls, but if i did, they would all look like Jenny Lewis.
Saturday: I got a massage. a few months ago, while still in cali, I joined 'Massage Envy', a monthly massage shop with a crew of good massage therapists available for a monthly fee. If you're the type to need/want a monthly massage, this is your deal; 59.95 (or something) per month gets you one massage. If you go beyond one per month, it's 39.99 for additional hours within that month.. what a deal! I am woefully behind on my massages, so even after Saturday's I've still got two coming that I've already paid for. If you head to the one in Walnut Creek, CA, ask for Jaymeson. He's wonderful, and you can tell in every touch that he has deep respect and love for the human body, and desires to make it well.
I also headed to the mall out in Cool Springs outside of Nashville. It sucked. the best store is Chick-filet.
Um then we went to applebees and i had 'Tilapia'. Tilapia sounds like a flesh-eating bacteria, but actually it's something like fish. It's good. Tilapia.
Today (Sunday) I sat on my fat ass and watched movies/shows on one or two of the over-air stations we receive on our HD-TV. I hate HD. everything looks like a bad animation. So I'd prefer to watch the staticky versions then their crystal-clear cartoon counterparts. I saw 'HUSH', 'SMALLVILLE', and 'BIRD ON A WIRE'. I also took a short nap on the couch with my fat kitty asleep on my chest, purring deeply. He's been in a shit mood ever since I got here and we started making him sleep downstairs, instead of in bed with us, on our faces. i guess the short nap helped a little, but I expect the howling will start again as soon as we head upstairs beyond the baby gate.
Tip: if you put a baby gate ON the stairs, the cat won't jump it. downside is, you will eat shit one day, and probably break an ankle. also it's really hard to climb the stairs and hurdle the baby gate if your insane kickbox instructor makes you do one-million lunge-kick-squat-pump-kick-thrust-etc-etc-etc and you're basically immobilized in pain. But you know, whatever works.
My amazing, beautiful, talented boyfriend and I just went to dinner and a movie at cheeseburger charleys and the theatre in Green Hills mall. I've been in there once.. it's about 10 million times better than cool springs. Tonight, we saw Bourne Ultimatum, and it was pretty fucking good.
i just made myself a good, strong gin and tonic, and i've been correcting typos for 10 minutes. i love gin. i hate that we have to drive to fucking belmeade (or whatever) to get it. (cali-kids: you can't buy liquor in grocery stores here) but gin is worth it, and the next time I go, i feel like they might have hendricks. which might be the best gin ever.
Ok off to finish me some gin. Here are some photos about what makes my day, and indeed, what makes america, great:
Jenny Lewis.. you're an angel.
Bombay proper dry gin. Word. Shout out to the homies.
If you found yourself recently added as my neighbor, that's for one of two reasons.
first.. i went through my reverse neighbor list (people who neighborhooded me) and found the people i hadn't yet neighborhooded. My gmail filters everything to cute little pockets, and sometimes I miss/ignore the vox alerts... If you thought something i wrote was interesting enough to neighborhood me, then hell, i wanna read what you've got, too! So there's that.
secondly, because i went In Search Of with the vox explore buttons.
***GIN brought up a martini drinker. HELL YEAH. looks to be pretty popular, but the gin drinkers always are.
***'Lindy hop' brought up someone new, FINALLY. I've been on here months and run into only 2 other people who know anything about it. there are some results for 'swing dancing' but not the kind of uber-hobbyist/lifestyler i'm looking to neighborhood. so if you're the lindy hopper, welcome, and THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for sitting down long enough to blog a bit. I hope you post. often. daily. ok.. you know, whenever :)
***Cardio Kickbox (and variations) brought up a big fat nothing. which is a damn shame, really.
***Science fiction was too broad. I love sci fi as much as anyone, but i'm not in the mood to read ten or fifteen blogs to find my 'niche'. and i'm the niche-iest sci-fi reader, ever. (this reminds me i should blog about the book i'm reading.. well i've got some unpacking to do, maybe after that. god damn priorities and real life) So instead i explored authors:
***Greg egan: None.. seriously have you people never heard of Greg Egan? he'll blow your mind is all. metaphysical sci-fi..you'll think so hard you'll lose 5lbs, and blood vessels will burst in your eyes. srsly.
***Jeff noon: None.. well i can understand why no one's heard of him. but try it out. kind of cyber punky, more to the virtual reality fantasy gig. also his covers have deep primary colors and who doesn't love that. we're all mammals after all.
***William Gibson: a bunch, but generally people who like the Gibson are my kinda kids.. i neighborhooded two of you!!! two! cyberpunks have a special place in my heart, with engineers, puppies and children, and blue otter pops.
it's pretty funny that my whole life comprises gin, lindy hop, cardio kickbox, and sci fi.
scale of 1-to-10.. how big of a dork am i?
how to have the best gin and tonic leftovers, ever.
1) make a gin and tonic, but realize that you are a grown up and you can't possibly finish it all and still wake up civilized and go to work with humans.
2) put the gin and tonic you don't finish in the freezer
3) go do stuff for a day or so. forget about it but then become painfully aware and curious about the state of your beverage when someone mentions gin, or tonic, or limes. or straws or glasses.
4) come home, open the freezer and find the almost frozen beverage... crack it up good with a butter knife. a real good butter knife, not one of those ikea jobs. god damn i hate ikea.
5) the texture is like a granita, the italian frozen/shaved ice. but with gin. BUT WITH FUCKING GIN.
enjoy your summer.
granita del gin y tonico via el spoon.
*that's supposed to be italian*
