Weekend Update with TV's TrinityVixen
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trinityvixenBefore I get into the weekend, though, this is more important: RESIDENT EVIL: APOCALYPSE. This Friday, say 9-10ish, thinking west side, maybe down by the cheap theater on 34th, but anywhere, anytime for me. It's not even a question. Who's in for RE:2????!!!!
I hung out with my friend Heddy, which is always excellent, and this time it was even more so. We walked around for a couple of hours in my neighborhood, perused the shopping mecca on 86th and Lex, and she pulled me into Williams-Sonoma. They had a slushie machine making, dun dun dun!, POM-flavored magarita mix slushie (alas, no tequila). It was so good I bought a bottle of the mix even though it cost nearly $15. However, I think I made up for it with the purchase of their Hawaiian Pineapple margarita mixes at $2.00 a bottle. That's right, $2. At Williams-Sonoma. $2 for a margarita mix period is insane. I made the Pineapple mix which was actually really, really good, not too strongly pineapple at all, so I can't for the life of me figure out why it was so cheap. I made plans to go back for more Monday.
Liz M came over to sleep over and we played video games and briefly discussed the idea of talking but never did. Yay MTV generation. Anywho, I made her the POM margarita, which came out just as well as it did in the store (except the store's consistancy was nicer for me, as I was rasied on slurpees). She had come from a wedding and was sleeping over because she was throwing a party the next day.
Liz M has been my friend since I started Columbia. From within, I'd say, the first month of school, which I can only really say about one other person, Carrie. I have great friends whom I all love, but Liz and Carrie were like there from the beginning, so it's really weird and really sad to think of either one of them moving away. But Liz got into Harvard (soon, she'll be too smart for me to communicate with), so she's moved up to Boston for more schooling than I think I could stomach right after college. Sunday, we took the train over to Columbia, and despite the cool weather, ate wonderful Hammy's (they got my sandwich right! and next time I go, I get a free one!) over in a pretty garden across from Riverside park. Lisa and Robert were there, as was Liz's friend, Heather, who is amazingly cool and really funny. I, too, am apparently funny, as Heather claimed that I said the funniest thing she'd heard in a long while. I don't know why she finds the fact that Martha Stewart has the dead, cold, violated eyes of a rape victim funny, but she did.
We walked along to Riverside, through the unicyclists at Grant's Tomb, and met up with Liz's friends Eric and Diana. Eric is easily one of the funniest guys I've met straight off--he had me in stitches when he made fun of how exceedingly British a name like 'Rupert Grint' is--and he does bang-on impressions of just about everybody (and, funnily enough, he doesn't look too much unlike the aforementioned much maligned portrayer of Ronald Weasley). We pissed away time until dinner, picking up Andy at Lerner and playing the movie game. It's basically "Six Degrees of Separation" but it was in a round-robin format, going from actor to movie to actor over and over until you couldn't think of one and got eliminated. In true MXC style, I kept shouting "Don't Get Eliminated!" which I think everyone just found annoying. I also got my ass handed to me by Eric and Heather, as they were really good, which led to the institution of a 'challenge' rule--if you named a movie an actor was in but couldn't name another actor from it when the person after you challenged, you got eliminated. The same held for actors (if you couldn't name another movie they were in when challenged, out you got), but if you could, the challenger got booted--it worked out pretty well because it stopped dead-end movies (or, at least, it stopped some dead-end movies) from being used, and if you were going to go out anyway, at least you could challenge and maybe stay in the game. More bluffing, the better, I say.
Dinner was at La Rosita, wherein almost everybody ordered the same meal--chicken quesadillas--and Sangria, and I played the movie game in the corner with Eric, Heather, and Liz's friend Mike (who, in addition to theKathy, Nancy, and her gf Melissa, all showed for dinner) while watching Double Dragon on a Spanish-language channel. Truly, a unique experience. From there, we turned to the next bastion of Columbia life, Lion's Head. I am proud to say I bought Liz her first drink there that night.
At Lion's Head, we sat and drank and told stories and had a generally great time. Then, at some point in the evening, the bar got incredibly crowded by an oddly dressed set of blokes--and I say both 'oddly' and 'blokes' on purpose here as 'oddly' covers the gamut of strange outfits mixed in with matching team shirts and 'blokes' covers the fact that they were English. Liz dared me to go ask who they were, and, as Cindy wasn't there, I decided I ought to be the one with poor impulse control and go ask. Turns out they were a field hockey team that had come in from the Carribean (either Bermuda or Barbados, I couldn't get a straight answer) where they had been meant to play a tourney, but hadn't been able to and played another one instead. None of this answered the 'why are they in Lion's Head?" question. However, this was pretty different for Lion's Head and not at all unwelcome as it was funny as hell that one guy was wearing a clown costume, several others had American-flag bandannas on their heads, and they were as motley a crew as you got.
Then came the scavenger hunt. They asked our table, ironically when most of the men had gotten up for drinks/bathroom, for a business card and a tampon. The former we had, and, yet still more ironically, the latter we did not. We asked if this was for a scavenger hunt, got a sort-of 'yes,' and they disappeared again only to come back asking if we knew a karaoke bar in the area. Thinking they had finished at Lion's Head and wanted to go be a drunken rowdy chorus elsewhere, I opened my phone for the number to Village Karaoke (and before I hear anything about this, yes, I have the number in my phone because I was tired of 411-ing it to get it from the operator). It was the only one I knew of, though certainly not in the area, and the guys I offered it to were so blown away I had the number that the one dressed as a clown shouted, "THAT DESERVES A TATTOO!!!" and disappeared. Thinking this was some culture-clash misunderstanding, I mugged confusion at Liz and figured that was that.
Wrong. The clown came back with a temporary tattoo, and, in the interest of not having it somewhere too visible, I took off my sweat shirt and offered the inside of my arm. He proceded to apply it BY LICKING MY ARM REPEATEDLY AND SOMETIMES REWETTING IT WITH BEER. Liz got about a thousand pictures of it, too, so, when I get them, I'll post it, but ugh....I can't...well, let's just say that I'm glad I didn't give him anywhere else on my body to apply it. Liz shrieked that a British clown had made out with my arm for the rest of our evening. Around 1:30 am, Robert gave us a ride home after a few tearful goodbyes, especially to Mike, from Elizabeth (they've been close friends forever, I don't blame her). I made what was left of my POM-mix for her and theKathy, and that was my Sunday.
Liz stayed with us for the morning until about 10:30 on Monday, and I got up early to make pancakes for her. She cried when she left again, which was really cute. I nearly cried, but I was in a better state than when school ended and I burst into tears whenever I saw anyone I knew. We took pictures and hugged her a zillion times, all of which was of the good. It's still incredible to me to think about--Liz won't be here this fall, I won't be listening to her hallway stories or going to Watt for drinking, late night TV, and Lord of the Rings in December. It's just bizarre. It's made worse by the fact that in general, I'm not at school for the first time in forever, mostly as long as I can remember. I plan on going up to Boston once she's established, maybe with a long weekend, if I can arrange one (or if I can get vacation days for it).
The rest of the day was pretty lazy, and I had really intended to get somethings done. I did get back to Williams-Sonoma, but failed utterly to do anything else useful. I hung out with Pucik, as the two of us were the only non-gamers that day among the suite crowd, and bought tons of stuff I didn't need. I got a 50 pack of CDs at Best Buy for $12 only to find name-brand ones on sale at Staples for less, so, to make a point that really makes no sense, I bought one at Staples, too. I did buy the wrist protector bean bag for my mouse (to curb the constant carpal tunnel syndrome), but instead of buying headphones I needed, I bought Frequency, the prequel to the much loved Amplitude (which Pucik bought), which I didn't need at all. I played a couple of rounds when I got back, chatted with Pooch about various things, I think S.O.s were mentioned in there somewhere, but I was kinda out of it from getting 6 hours of sleep after a full day yesterday. I announced I was taking a nap and didn't wake up until BSD was telling me to get up. So, Pooch, if you're reading this, sorry I bailed out on hang-outage, I just was pooped.
After all this, I further bailed on Carrie and BSD and Harlon for some anime/dinner in favor of not doing much with Lisa in the suite just because it meant not travelling to Washington Heights when I felt heavy and stupid. I played some FFX-2 and Crazy Taxi with her until my eyes were blurry and collapsed into bed. When I couldn't sleep because I over-napped, I tried fiddling with my internet and found it still uncooperative. I noticed that the security setting was set to "security key provided for me automatically" which shouldn't be. I tried to input the code this morning, restarted, but the box was back to being checked for automatic provision of the security code and the boxes we'd (Carrie and I) had typed in the code were empty. Any clues on how to fix this???
I hung out with my friend Heddy, which is always excellent, and this time it was even more so. We walked around for a couple of hours in my neighborhood, perused the shopping mecca on 86th and Lex, and she pulled me into Williams-Sonoma. They had a slushie machine making, dun dun dun!, POM-flavored magarita mix slushie (alas, no tequila). It was so good I bought a bottle of the mix even though it cost nearly $15. However, I think I made up for it with the purchase of their Hawaiian Pineapple margarita mixes at $2.00 a bottle. That's right, $2. At Williams-Sonoma. $2 for a margarita mix period is insane. I made the Pineapple mix which was actually really, really good, not too strongly pineapple at all, so I can't for the life of me figure out why it was so cheap. I made plans to go back for more Monday.
Liz M came over to sleep over and we played video games and briefly discussed the idea of talking but never did. Yay MTV generation. Anywho, I made her the POM margarita, which came out just as well as it did in the store (except the store's consistancy was nicer for me, as I was rasied on slurpees). She had come from a wedding and was sleeping over because she was throwing a party the next day.
Liz M has been my friend since I started Columbia. From within, I'd say, the first month of school, which I can only really say about one other person, Carrie. I have great friends whom I all love, but Liz and Carrie were like there from the beginning, so it's really weird and really sad to think of either one of them moving away. But Liz got into Harvard (soon, she'll be too smart for me to communicate with), so she's moved up to Boston for more schooling than I think I could stomach right after college. Sunday, we took the train over to Columbia, and despite the cool weather, ate wonderful Hammy's (they got my sandwich right! and next time I go, I get a free one!) over in a pretty garden across from Riverside park. Lisa and Robert were there, as was Liz's friend, Heather, who is amazingly cool and really funny. I, too, am apparently funny, as Heather claimed that I said the funniest thing she'd heard in a long while. I don't know why she finds the fact that Martha Stewart has the dead, cold, violated eyes of a rape victim funny, but she did.
We walked along to Riverside, through the unicyclists at Grant's Tomb, and met up with Liz's friends Eric and Diana. Eric is easily one of the funniest guys I've met straight off--he had me in stitches when he made fun of how exceedingly British a name like 'Rupert Grint' is--and he does bang-on impressions of just about everybody (and, funnily enough, he doesn't look too much unlike the aforementioned much maligned portrayer of Ronald Weasley). We pissed away time until dinner, picking up Andy at Lerner and playing the movie game. It's basically "Six Degrees of Separation" but it was in a round-robin format, going from actor to movie to actor over and over until you couldn't think of one and got eliminated. In true MXC style, I kept shouting "Don't Get Eliminated!" which I think everyone just found annoying. I also got my ass handed to me by Eric and Heather, as they were really good, which led to the institution of a 'challenge' rule--if you named a movie an actor was in but couldn't name another actor from it when the person after you challenged, you got eliminated. The same held for actors (if you couldn't name another movie they were in when challenged, out you got), but if you could, the challenger got booted--it worked out pretty well because it stopped dead-end movies (or, at least, it stopped some dead-end movies) from being used, and if you were going to go out anyway, at least you could challenge and maybe stay in the game. More bluffing, the better, I say.
Dinner was at La Rosita, wherein almost everybody ordered the same meal--chicken quesadillas--and Sangria, and I played the movie game in the corner with Eric, Heather, and Liz's friend Mike (who, in addition to theKathy, Nancy, and her gf Melissa, all showed for dinner) while watching Double Dragon on a Spanish-language channel. Truly, a unique experience. From there, we turned to the next bastion of Columbia life, Lion's Head. I am proud to say I bought Liz her first drink there that night.
At Lion's Head, we sat and drank and told stories and had a generally great time. Then, at some point in the evening, the bar got incredibly crowded by an oddly dressed set of blokes--and I say both 'oddly' and 'blokes' on purpose here as 'oddly' covers the gamut of strange outfits mixed in with matching team shirts and 'blokes' covers the fact that they were English. Liz dared me to go ask who they were, and, as Cindy wasn't there, I decided I ought to be the one with poor impulse control and go ask. Turns out they were a field hockey team that had come in from the Carribean (either Bermuda or Barbados, I couldn't get a straight answer) where they had been meant to play a tourney, but hadn't been able to and played another one instead. None of this answered the 'why are they in Lion's Head?" question. However, this was pretty different for Lion's Head and not at all unwelcome as it was funny as hell that one guy was wearing a clown costume, several others had American-flag bandannas on their heads, and they were as motley a crew as you got.
Then came the scavenger hunt. They asked our table, ironically when most of the men had gotten up for drinks/bathroom, for a business card and a tampon. The former we had, and, yet still more ironically, the latter we did not. We asked if this was for a scavenger hunt, got a sort-of 'yes,' and they disappeared again only to come back asking if we knew a karaoke bar in the area. Thinking they had finished at Lion's Head and wanted to go be a drunken rowdy chorus elsewhere, I opened my phone for the number to Village Karaoke (and before I hear anything about this, yes, I have the number in my phone because I was tired of 411-ing it to get it from the operator). It was the only one I knew of, though certainly not in the area, and the guys I offered it to were so blown away I had the number that the one dressed as a clown shouted, "THAT DESERVES A TATTOO!!!" and disappeared. Thinking this was some culture-clash misunderstanding, I mugged confusion at Liz and figured that was that.
Wrong. The clown came back with a temporary tattoo, and, in the interest of not having it somewhere too visible, I took off my sweat shirt and offered the inside of my arm. He proceded to apply it BY LICKING MY ARM REPEATEDLY AND SOMETIMES REWETTING IT WITH BEER. Liz got about a thousand pictures of it, too, so, when I get them, I'll post it, but ugh....I can't...well, let's just say that I'm glad I didn't give him anywhere else on my body to apply it. Liz shrieked that a British clown had made out with my arm for the rest of our evening. Around 1:30 am, Robert gave us a ride home after a few tearful goodbyes, especially to Mike, from Elizabeth (they've been close friends forever, I don't blame her). I made what was left of my POM-mix for her and theKathy, and that was my Sunday.
Liz stayed with us for the morning until about 10:30 on Monday, and I got up early to make pancakes for her. She cried when she left again, which was really cute. I nearly cried, but I was in a better state than when school ended and I burst into tears whenever I saw anyone I knew. We took pictures and hugged her a zillion times, all of which was of the good. It's still incredible to me to think about--Liz won't be here this fall, I won't be listening to her hallway stories or going to Watt for drinking, late night TV, and Lord of the Rings in December. It's just bizarre. It's made worse by the fact that in general, I'm not at school for the first time in forever, mostly as long as I can remember. I plan on going up to Boston once she's established, maybe with a long weekend, if I can arrange one (or if I can get vacation days for it).
The rest of the day was pretty lazy, and I had really intended to get somethings done. I did get back to Williams-Sonoma, but failed utterly to do anything else useful. I hung out with Pucik, as the two of us were the only non-gamers that day among the suite crowd, and bought tons of stuff I didn't need. I got a 50 pack of CDs at Best Buy for $12 only to find name-brand ones on sale at Staples for less, so, to make a point that really makes no sense, I bought one at Staples, too. I did buy the wrist protector bean bag for my mouse (to curb the constant carpal tunnel syndrome), but instead of buying headphones I needed, I bought Frequency, the prequel to the much loved Amplitude (which Pucik bought), which I didn't need at all. I played a couple of rounds when I got back, chatted with Pooch about various things, I think S.O.s were mentioned in there somewhere, but I was kinda out of it from getting 6 hours of sleep after a full day yesterday. I announced I was taking a nap and didn't wake up until BSD was telling me to get up. So, Pooch, if you're reading this, sorry I bailed out on hang-outage, I just was pooped.
After all this, I further bailed on Carrie and BSD and Harlon for some anime/dinner in favor of not doing much with Lisa in the suite just because it meant not travelling to Washington Heights when I felt heavy and stupid. I played some FFX-2 and Crazy Taxi with her until my eyes were blurry and collapsed into bed. When I couldn't sleep because I over-napped, I tried fiddling with my internet and found it still uncooperative. I noticed that the security setting was set to "security key provided for me automatically" which shouldn't be. I tried to input the code this morning, restarted, but the box was back to being checked for automatic provision of the security code and the boxes we'd (Carrie and I) had typed in the code were empty. Any clues on how to fix this???
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Date: 2004-09-07 01:05 pm (UTC)Also, happy first day of classes!
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Date: 2004-09-07 02:15 pm (UTC)