in question

I think I have had happy hour 10 of the last 14 days. Happy, happy, happy.

Do you remember that Postal Service record we listened one thousand times? There's a lyric from it that really sticks-
It's not a party if it happens every night.

Ellipses.

Friday Club 3/2/2012 - the exciting real-time edition

5:51 - Fat snow flakes

5:52 - Start a load of laundry

5:54 - Hummus snack

6:02 - Rage on the inside translates to sweaty eyebrows because of this and this. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

6:05 - Crack last PBR tall boy from fridge.

6:15 - "Even without engaging in any political conversation, I believe that Rush Limbaugh has once again said things that, even in a nation where free speech is the law, shouldn't be said." - Emily's mom in an email entitled FW: Misogyny

6:18 - Bounce spastically in my busted plastic ikea chair for a few go-arounds of this




6:48: Start second load of laundry

6:56: Inspired to start live blogging my night. Make-up last hour's timeline, break computer and interwebs accessing NPR's First Listen, have internal debate about whether to get Thai food delivery and when to open bottle of wine.

7:48: Decide that at some point tonight I will eat the Trader Joe's gyoza that I have in my freezer instead of ordering delivery. Celebrate my restraint and frugality by pouring a glass of 2008 Firesteed Oregon Pinot Noir.

8:20: Laugh at Rachel Maddow calling Rush Limbaugh and Mitt Romney out for not understanding how birth control works.

8:24: Revel in my privileged white liberal cocoon.

8:25: Use fists to punch-punch creeping depression.

8:31: Pet Mabel.

8:32: Oversimplify and conclude that poetry's probably the answer.

8:33: Miss Marcus.

8:39: Vow to be very productive tomorrow morning because the evening's settling into getting drunk, watching bad tv, and listening to tunes.

8:41: Change into pjs

8:46: Remember that the receiver is broken. Pout.

8:51: Peruse

8:56: Decide I want to teach, go back to school, and run a rocknroll retreat

9:15: Realize I've forgotten my laundry.

9:20: Google Carroll County. Think about buying a country house.

9:39: Cook faux buffalo wings instead of potstickers.

9:53: Embarrassingly google myself. Find out that a research project I helped work on back in 2007 got published in 2010, and I have a by-line. Pour another glass of wine to celebrate being a published researcher. Think I should google myself more often.

10:01: Encourage Marcus to visit the space needle.

10:04: Curl up with faux nugs, ranch, and Say Yes to the Dress-Atlanta

10:17: First SYTtD-A tears. Find Milano cookies.

10:24: Oh. Laundry. Right.

10:45: The Truth About Cats and Dogs...? Oh, the glamour. The glamour.

11:13: I think a car hit a telephone pole across the street from my house. The pole is blocking two lanes of traffic and there's four cop cars, a fire truck, an ambulance. All of the lights.

11:21: All of the lights reminded me to watch the kanye video that comes with a seizure warning. While Rhianna's boobies are hot and I admire her sweet tattoo placement, I missed Nicki.

11:40: From Man on the Moon 2 to Marquee Moon (which will forever remind me of College Hill)

12:13:

Friday Club 2/24/2012

No smokes and no booze
but there's Beer and a bar.

Leaving, the city smells of hazelnuts.

two bloody marys might be too many

but there ain't no such thing as too much dancin

Chicago's Cajun Aces

4 for $1 Tina's Perhaps?

It's not a good sign when the back of the wine bottle recommends a food pairing with bean and cheese burritos.

Back in the saddle again

Like a good urban cowgirl, I ate steak with black kale and drank a Manhattan and red wine. The Caparone cab bloomed as dusty roses and warm, worn leather.

Cranberry spritzer at a carnival-themed baby shower

Something about this Sunday, my last day of detox, and first baby shower caused me to tilt and whirl.