The Misadventures of a Native New Yorker

A text conversation with my dad about Torchwood: Children of Earth, about half an hour ago:

Dad: Watched Torchwood. Need a day before I can discuss it.

Me: Ok. I also recommend a scotch.

Dad: Maybe a quart or two.

Me: WE ARE DRINKING. WE ARE DRINKING.

To All the Canadians out there! You have a good one, eh?

Don't even get me started on this A-Rod news. I had a feeling he'd be back, I just can't believe we'd take him back.

He's like the douchebag who breaks up with his girlfriend (the Yankees) because his asshole best friend (the agent) tells him there are "tons of hot girls out there who would totally fuck him." (other offers from other teams) Only then the douche realizes that's not true and that he made a huge mistake and/or his friend totally fucked him over, so he crawls back on his belly to his girlfriend. He begs her forgiveness.

And now they may even be getting married. (a 10-year, $275 million offer?! WTF?!).

::head desk:: No words.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to praying that Mariano accepts the offer we presented him with.

Okjay so I went out with what's left of the sci-fi bookclub tonight and what a time was had! We went to Tortilla Flats, which is awesome except for the douchebag quotient - more ironed hair and striped shirts than you'll see anywhere ever. And I had 3 margaritas and Trina said that I should have her tequila shot so I did (so that was 2 for me). then we went to this awesome bar called brass monlkey (that funkey monkey), and TIME OUT NEW YORK was there, and they got a quote from me! And this is after the margaritas and the shots and they got a quote from me, and gave me a free beer for my trouble. Which ruled. So now I'm home and on my laptop in bed and hammered and all kinds of awesome and stuff. So yah. Good to see Maya and Luise and Michaela and Allan and Trina.

happy birthday if you have a birthday. I'm turning 27 in 10 days, Jesus Christ.

I just met someone at work (via email) who is named Arwen. She said that if her parents ever had a son, they would have named him Bilbo. And this is before the movies ever came out. 0.o

Not that I had any plans to name my offspring after any of my fandoms, but at least pick ones that the kid can live with! Granted, I never read The Hobbit, but what's wrong with Sam or Tom? Or at least something that can be shortened into something semi-normal. Sheesh.

Although shortening does have its own problems:
"Okay, what's Ron short for? Ronald?"
"Elrond"
"What?"
"Elrond."
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
"Elvish."
"Shoot, boy - I didn't know that you were named after Elvis!"
*facepalm*

I just have issues with this. I know someone who named their daughter Fallon, after the character on Falcon Crest. I don't approve.

Tonight quasisonic, our mum, and I are all going to see a George Gershwin musical at Laura's swingin' Y. Before that, we're having dinner at Shima. (yahoooo. finally I can get some Asian food and stop twitching!)

I just came back from a most satisfying lunch break. It began with a stop at the library. I haven't taken books out of the library in quite some time, but I indulged myself today. I got Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland (so traces can stop hyperventilating ;D), Le Mariage by Diane Johnson (the sequel to Le Divorce, and I liked the book better than the movie), and A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers (I didn't want to read this for a long time because I was sulking about how Eggers figured out the Best Title Ever before I did.)

I also remembered to grab one of those "Take out, give back" envelopes. The New York Public Library has been the victim of massive budget cuts, so they're asking for donations. They're encouraging small ones, saying that $17 can buy one book, and if you can only give that amount, then great. I'd like to give a bit more than that, but I have to consult Ye Olde Budget first. I really respect the no donation too small opinion, too. I hate it when I get something in the mail from a charity, and it seems like a good charity, and I think that maybe I'd like to send something, and then the smallest donation they're asking for is a really high amount. As in: "If I had that much to throw around, I wouldn't be living at home right now." *sigh*

Further on the subject of throwing money around - since the Gap loves me oh so very much, they sent me a birthday card with a $15 off coupon inside. So I went, and got some really great things - all on sale! Except for one really really cute pair of pants, and a lovely blue cardigan ($20!) everything was TEN DOLLARS. Squee!!! I'm not 100% sure on the pants, but I liked how they fit and will put them before the committee (mom & sister) later to see if I should keep them or return them.

I ♥ the Gap on 54th street. I really do. It puts all other Gaps to shame. :)

Today as I made my way up towards 5th avenue after getting off the subway, I saw a VERY amusing sight.

An older man. He had a long, silky grey ponytail (hitting at the shoulder blades), a slate blue turtleneck, a black blazer, pristine slim-legged blue jeans, and black shoes. I tried not to giggle as he and his very blonde companion passed by, but I did have one thought:

"Hey buddy - 1991 called. It wants the outfit back."

Seriously. If anyone out there remembers what is possibly my favorite Kids in the Hall skit ("He's Hip! He's Cool! He's 45!"), this is That Guy.

Gentlemen, I plead from the bottom of my heart when I say: "Don't be That Guy."