Under normal circumstances I would never post two blogs in one day, but this hilarity simply could not wait until tomorrow!!
So, my roommie Beth and I both notice this morning that the toilet isn’t exactly flushing correctly. Beth had since warned my other roommie Mare to hold off on dropping any dookies until we can ask our landlord about the toilet in the morning. Well, perhaps it slipped her mind because when I got up to go pee around 8 p.m. I discovered a floater!!
Hilarity ensues as the three of us try to figure out how to plunge the toilet. We know it involves putting the plunger over the hole in the toilet, but from there, we’re essentially clueless. (Give us some credit please, we are girls)!!
So Marzy takes control of the plunger. Now, for those of you who’ve never seen her, allow me to paint a picture: Five-feet max, weighs about a buck, wearing ankle length sweatpants rolled around her waist and snow boots (remember, we’re in Boston people). So there she is, plunging away as brown water gushes onto the floor. (Gross, I know, but necessary for you to truly see how hysterical the situation is).
After seeing little to no results, Beth demonstrates her sheer genius and suggests we Google for help. So, I run to the laptop—with a handkerchief now tied around my face to mask the smell of poop sifting into the hallway—and proceed to Google: “How to unclog a toilet?” I wish you could have seen how many sites there dedicated to this subject. You would not have believed it. In fact, I suggest to conduct your own search and see for yourself. It’s actually pretty scary!!
Come to find out, the instructions aren’t telling us to do anything more than we’re already doing. Fuckin’ great, right? Marzy actually manages to get most of the water down, but we could tell it still wasn’t flushing right. Beth calls our landlord and he tells us to flush and then deliver 10 forceful plunges. So there goes Marzy, plunging with all her might. More water splashing on the floor (but at least now it smells like bleach and not shit because we had started to clean the toilet).
A valiant effort on all our parts, particularly Marzy. So at least for tonight, we’re living in a No. 2-free zone. Let’s hope we can get it fixed before we have to start resorting to pooping in the kitty box. (I would never do that, just looking for a laugh. Seriously, no seriously).
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Hi. My name is Julie and I am a 24-aholic.
I apologize in advance to those who will not understand this post, but I cannot truly have a blog without discussing the intoxicatingly addictive show, 24.
Season 5 just started up a few weeks ago and I can’t believe how stinking good it’s been. It’s just like the show Survivor. Every year you ask, how can they make this show better than the year before? Yet somehow, they always do. (Well, I think the program would be perfect if they got someone other than Jeff Probst to host. How about putting Simon Cowell out there? Now THAT would be a great Survivor). But I digress…back to 24.
Anyway, I hope at least some of you watch this popular Monday-night drama on Fox (35 million people watched the two-night premiere Jan. 15-16), otherwise I fear this blog will be passed over. To avoid this, allow me to give you what I hope will be a brief background on the show:
Okay, there’s this guy Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland, an actor I never really liked until this show, mostly because he always seemed to play a racist, rapist, bad guy in movies. But now, he’s great!!). Jack is the central character in the show (now in its fifth season) and to put it simply, he’s an absolute bad-ass. I mean, the guy is a one-man wrecking crew. As smart as McGyver was, but way tougher!! Anyway, long story short, he’s the world’s best government agent, working for the Counter Terrorist Unit (CTU) based in LA. Throughout the last four seasons, we’ve seen his wife and daughter kidnapped, then get rescued, only to watch his wife killed by Nina (a former co-worker who was working with terrorists from inside CTU. He also slept with her while briefly separated from his wife)!! She’s been the central evil character in the show until Jack finally gunned her down in Season 3 (or so we thought. More on this later).
He’s been kicked out of CTU for failing to follow protocol about a hundred different times, but always seems to find his way back, because let’s face it, he’s the man. He’s successfully led in the efforts of thwarting terrorist threats like the assassination attempt of a presidential candidate (Palmer in Season 1), a nuclear bomb (Season 2), a deadly virus (Season 3), something else in Season 4 (can’t remember), and now — in Season 5 — is facing the potential release of a nerve gas in the US. He’s worked with a trio of presidents in four seasons, the first being David Palmer (first three seasons), the second being some guy I can’t even remember because he was killed on Air Force One in Season 4, and President Logan, the former VP who took command towards the end of last season and was so inexperienced, he needed Palmer to assist him in an "unofficial" capacity.
Each season represents a day in the life of CTU and some sort of terrorist threat, usually occurring one-to-three years after the previous season. Each episode represents an hour in that day. There are 24 hours in a day, hence 24 episodes in a season. You following me?
So Season 5 started out with a bang. Four hours on two nights. In the first 10 minutes, we see former President Palmer assassinated, Jack’s co-worker Michelle killed via a car bomb, and Tony, Michelle’s husband and Jack’s former sidekick at CTU, seriously injured in the blast. He’s been in a comma since that occurred.
Upon hearing the news of Palmer’s death, Jack comes out of hiding and returns to the LA area to seek and kill the men responsible. (At the end of last season, Michelle and Tony helped Jack fake his own death to avoid being sent to China to face charges in the killing of a Chinese diplomat. Only Michelle, Tony, and this annoying tech Chloe knew he was alive, or so we thought). Turns out, the same guy (Logan’s chief of staff, Walt Cummings) who arranged to have Jack killed at the end of last season—and thought he did so successfully—discovered he was still alive and tried to frame him for Palmer’s assassination.
Didn’t work. Jack found out Walt was dirty and assaulted him in front of the president in last night’s episode. When Walt refused to tell where the containers of nerve gas were being held, Jack put a knife to his eye and threatened to cut each one out until he talked. (Such a bad ass!!). Of course, Walt fessed up. In what we’ve come to expect as viewers of the show, the gas containers were missing from the location Walt disclosed and the man he had working inside was found dead inside the storage facility. End of episode!!
Next week’s previews looked just as good as it appears one of the show’s villains will return. The clip only showed a pair of what looked like female hands rising up from behind a chair when called out by Jack at gunpoint. I have two guesses as to who it might be:
1) Nikki (I think that’s her name). This lady is La Femme Nikita x10. She blew up a plane in Season 1, applied a potentially deadly toxin onto Palmer’s hand while shaking it during a rally at the end of Season 2, and kidnapped Tony in Season 4. I think she was awarded some kind of reprieve from Logan because she disclosed information pertaining to the terrorist threat. That would mean she could be roaming about this season, aiding another threat.
2) Nina. I know it sounds crazy, but to this very minute, I can’t recall what happened to Nina after Jack shot and "killed" her. Nina’s been a sly one since her evilness was revealed late in Season 1. She had a hand in aiding terrorist threats in the first three seasons, but was nowhere to be found last year as we all assumed she was dead. I don’t know, though. She’s capable of anything.
God, I love this show!!
PLE (Peace, love, equality). I’m no longer going to spell it out, so get with it readers!!
Season 5 just started up a few weeks ago and I can’t believe how stinking good it’s been. It’s just like the show Survivor. Every year you ask, how can they make this show better than the year before? Yet somehow, they always do. (Well, I think the program would be perfect if they got someone other than Jeff Probst to host. How about putting Simon Cowell out there? Now THAT would be a great Survivor). But I digress…back to 24.
Anyway, I hope at least some of you watch this popular Monday-night drama on Fox (35 million people watched the two-night premiere Jan. 15-16), otherwise I fear this blog will be passed over. To avoid this, allow me to give you what I hope will be a brief background on the show:
Okay, there’s this guy Jack Bauer (Kiefer Sutherland, an actor I never really liked until this show, mostly because he always seemed to play a racist, rapist, bad guy in movies. But now, he’s great!!). Jack is the central character in the show (now in its fifth season) and to put it simply, he’s an absolute bad-ass. I mean, the guy is a one-man wrecking crew. As smart as McGyver was, but way tougher!! Anyway, long story short, he’s the world’s best government agent, working for the Counter Terrorist Unit (CTU) based in LA. Throughout the last four seasons, we’ve seen his wife and daughter kidnapped, then get rescued, only to watch his wife killed by Nina (a former co-worker who was working with terrorists from inside CTU. He also slept with her while briefly separated from his wife)!! She’s been the central evil character in the show until Jack finally gunned her down in Season 3 (or so we thought. More on this later).
He’s been kicked out of CTU for failing to follow protocol about a hundred different times, but always seems to find his way back, because let’s face it, he’s the man. He’s successfully led in the efforts of thwarting terrorist threats like the assassination attempt of a presidential candidate (Palmer in Season 1), a nuclear bomb (Season 2), a deadly virus (Season 3), something else in Season 4 (can’t remember), and now — in Season 5 — is facing the potential release of a nerve gas in the US. He’s worked with a trio of presidents in four seasons, the first being David Palmer (first three seasons), the second being some guy I can’t even remember because he was killed on Air Force One in Season 4, and President Logan, the former VP who took command towards the end of last season and was so inexperienced, he needed Palmer to assist him in an "unofficial" capacity.
Each season represents a day in the life of CTU and some sort of terrorist threat, usually occurring one-to-three years after the previous season. Each episode represents an hour in that day. There are 24 hours in a day, hence 24 episodes in a season. You following me?
So Season 5 started out with a bang. Four hours on two nights. In the first 10 minutes, we see former President Palmer assassinated, Jack’s co-worker Michelle killed via a car bomb, and Tony, Michelle’s husband and Jack’s former sidekick at CTU, seriously injured in the blast. He’s been in a comma since that occurred.
Upon hearing the news of Palmer’s death, Jack comes out of hiding and returns to the LA area to seek and kill the men responsible. (At the end of last season, Michelle and Tony helped Jack fake his own death to avoid being sent to China to face charges in the killing of a Chinese diplomat. Only Michelle, Tony, and this annoying tech Chloe knew he was alive, or so we thought). Turns out, the same guy (Logan’s chief of staff, Walt Cummings) who arranged to have Jack killed at the end of last season—and thought he did so successfully—discovered he was still alive and tried to frame him for Palmer’s assassination.
Didn’t work. Jack found out Walt was dirty and assaulted him in front of the president in last night’s episode. When Walt refused to tell where the containers of nerve gas were being held, Jack put a knife to his eye and threatened to cut each one out until he talked. (Such a bad ass!!). Of course, Walt fessed up. In what we’ve come to expect as viewers of the show, the gas containers were missing from the location Walt disclosed and the man he had working inside was found dead inside the storage facility. End of episode!!
Next week’s previews looked just as good as it appears one of the show’s villains will return. The clip only showed a pair of what looked like female hands rising up from behind a chair when called out by Jack at gunpoint. I have two guesses as to who it might be:
1) Nikki (I think that’s her name). This lady is La Femme Nikita x10. She blew up a plane in Season 1, applied a potentially deadly toxin onto Palmer’s hand while shaking it during a rally at the end of Season 2, and kidnapped Tony in Season 4. I think she was awarded some kind of reprieve from Logan because she disclosed information pertaining to the terrorist threat. That would mean she could be roaming about this season, aiding another threat.
2) Nina. I know it sounds crazy, but to this very minute, I can’t recall what happened to Nina after Jack shot and "killed" her. Nina’s been a sly one since her evilness was revealed late in Season 1. She had a hand in aiding terrorist threats in the first three seasons, but was nowhere to be found last year as we all assumed she was dead. I don’t know, though. She’s capable of anything.
God, I love this show!!
PLE (Peace, love, equality). I’m no longer going to spell it out, so get with it readers!!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Yes, I went to a bagpipe show.
It’s easy to say you want to work a double, but actually working it is insanely difficult. Here’s the deal: I needed Sunday off at the bar because I had a concert to go to (more on that later). Well, wouldn’t you know it, I’m scheduled Sunday day shift even thought I requested the day off (don’t know why they have a time-off calendar if they don’t use it!!). So, I got the Sunday covered, but had to find someone to work this kid’s Saturday day in order for him to do it. I’m going on a cruise in two weeks and thought I would just pick up his shift (even though I was scheduled Saturday night too).
Long story short, Saturday day was pretty steady and Saturday night was insane. I made great money, but come 3 a.m. leaving the bar Sunday morning, I was ready to die!! So tired I couldn’t even stand up straight!! I couldn’t even sleep in much on Sunday because I was going to a concert with my BFF Jacks. It was an afternoon show of the Black Watch pipes and drums. (Yes, I went to see a bagpipe show. Please hold your laughter to a minimum. Actually, go ahead and laugh!! I don’t care. The show was hella cool and you’re just jealous!!).
Anyway, I met Jacks for brunch at Beer Garden (place in Southie close to where we live) and we headed in. I was still so tired from my double the day before!! I had one beer at brunch and was already tipsy. It was quite embarrassing!! Anyway, we get to the TD Bank North Garden (formerly the FleetCenter and the place where the Celtics—yawn—and Bruins—double yawn—play, and where concerts are performed). As we walk into the place I turn to Jackie and ask, "How much you want to bet we’re the youngest people here besides the kids with their parents?" She agreed we probably would be the only 20-somethings spending a Sunday afternoon at a bag pipe show (again, I ask you to keep your laughter to a minimum!!). Our suspicions were confirmed when we found the only beer guy open in the place and he was just as happy to see us!! "Don’t forget to come back," he said about a hundred times!!
So Jacks and I found seats way better than where we were supposed to sit and watched the action on the floor. There were two different groups of performers, the Welsh Guards (similar to a marching band) and the Black Watch (pipes and drums). They performed separate, then together, then separate with dancers, then together, etc. After an hour, they marched off and the lights came on. Jacks and I thought it was a pretty short show, but we decided to stick around because we still had beer to finish. We also decide to go shopping at Copley.
After about 10 minutes, though, we notice that no one is leaving. On the way up to leave, we decide to find out what the dilly-o and ask the usher if there is more. The guy looked at us like we were nuts while saying in a drawn out manner, "yeeess." We felt like idiots!! But you know what that meant, MORE BEER (hey, we were just trying to fit in with the predominantly Irish crowd, even though they weren’t drinking). So we get a couple more brews and get back to our seats just as the second half of the show gets underway.
What morons!! We totally would have left if we didn’t have beers to finish!! See, alcohol can be good for you sometimes. Second half of the show was better than the first and we had a jolly good time. Big ups to the guy who narrated the show. Can’t remember his name, but it was something British!!
Until next time: peace, love, equality, and all that good stuff.
Long story short, Saturday day was pretty steady and Saturday night was insane. I made great money, but come 3 a.m. leaving the bar Sunday morning, I was ready to die!! So tired I couldn’t even stand up straight!! I couldn’t even sleep in much on Sunday because I was going to a concert with my BFF Jacks. It was an afternoon show of the Black Watch pipes and drums. (Yes, I went to see a bagpipe show. Please hold your laughter to a minimum. Actually, go ahead and laugh!! I don’t care. The show was hella cool and you’re just jealous!!).
Anyway, I met Jacks for brunch at Beer Garden (place in Southie close to where we live) and we headed in. I was still so tired from my double the day before!! I had one beer at brunch and was already tipsy. It was quite embarrassing!! Anyway, we get to the TD Bank North Garden (formerly the FleetCenter and the place where the Celtics—yawn—and Bruins—double yawn—play, and where concerts are performed). As we walk into the place I turn to Jackie and ask, "How much you want to bet we’re the youngest people here besides the kids with their parents?" She agreed we probably would be the only 20-somethings spending a Sunday afternoon at a bag pipe show (again, I ask you to keep your laughter to a minimum!!). Our suspicions were confirmed when we found the only beer guy open in the place and he was just as happy to see us!! "Don’t forget to come back," he said about a hundred times!!
So Jacks and I found seats way better than where we were supposed to sit and watched the action on the floor. There were two different groups of performers, the Welsh Guards (similar to a marching band) and the Black Watch (pipes and drums). They performed separate, then together, then separate with dancers, then together, etc. After an hour, they marched off and the lights came on. Jacks and I thought it was a pretty short show, but we decided to stick around because we still had beer to finish. We also decide to go shopping at Copley.
After about 10 minutes, though, we notice that no one is leaving. On the way up to leave, we decide to find out what the dilly-o and ask the usher if there is more. The guy looked at us like we were nuts while saying in a drawn out manner, "yeeess." We felt like idiots!! But you know what that meant, MORE BEER (hey, we were just trying to fit in with the predominantly Irish crowd, even though they weren’t drinking). So we get a couple more brews and get back to our seats just as the second half of the show gets underway.
What morons!! We totally would have left if we didn’t have beers to finish!! See, alcohol can be good for you sometimes. Second half of the show was better than the first and we had a jolly good time. Big ups to the guy who narrated the show. Can’t remember his name, but it was something British!!
Until next time: peace, love, equality, and all that good stuff.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
New to the Market.
Hello all. This is my first official blog. Is anyone going to read it? Who knows. All I know is how much I enjoy reading about my girl MG's weekend excursions/drunken escapades!! She's a blogger extraordinare and I thought I'd give it a whirl. I don't dare say my life is even half as interesting as hers is, but it's somewhat enjoyable.
So last night I went to dinner in the North End with some friends from the bar I work at.(For those who don't know Boston, the North End is our version of Little Italy. Great restaurants, great cafes, a super cool cigar bar, and the home of the best freakin' pizza place on the planet: Regina's. This is not open for debate!! Until you've had Regina's pizza, you haven't really had pizza! I'm salivating just thinking about it!! Seriously!! No seriously!! But I digress).
Unfortunately, we didn't go to Regina's (hence the salivating) but we did go to one of my other favorites in the neighborhood: Bella Vista on Hanover Street. I love this place for three reasons: 1) Excellent food (the meat sauce is to die for), 2) Great wine list, 3) Awesome value. My one complaint? The bald guy who served us!! I can't tell you how many times I've been in this place and had this seemingly eternally miserable man as our server. And he's the son of the owner!! I don't know him or anything, but it seems to me he has plenty to be happy about. Like how about the fact that he's probably going to inherit this place and be set for life!! I'd be pretty stinking happy about that!!
Anyway, I thought that with my gals in tow, we'd somehow be able to get this guy to at least crack some semblence of a smile. We're all cute, all funny, and are, of course, great tippers. No dice. My friend Meri went to sit down and discovered her chair rocked. So she got up to switch it with one from the table behind her and the guy GLARED at her with the evilest of eyes.When she jokingly explained that she was too hungover to be sitting in a chair that rocked, the guy growled "OK." Excuse me, is this thing on?
We loved the food and wine and because of this, still gave him about a 25 percent tip. (Could have been way more if he had any kind of personality!!). Argh!! Burns my brain!! I just don't understand why people like him work in the industry. I certainly don't make money by being miserable!!
Anyway, signing off by offering the following:
My top five favorite places to eat in the North End:
1) Pizzeria Regina's (duh!)
2) Maurizio's
3) Bella Vista (beware of the evil bald man!)
4) Lucca
5) Modern Pastry (Mike's is a fraud!).
Peace, love, equality, and all that good stuff.
So last night I went to dinner in the North End with some friends from the bar I work at.(For those who don't know Boston, the North End is our version of Little Italy. Great restaurants, great cafes, a super cool cigar bar, and the home of the best freakin' pizza place on the planet: Regina's. This is not open for debate!! Until you've had Regina's pizza, you haven't really had pizza! I'm salivating just thinking about it!! Seriously!! No seriously!! But I digress).
Unfortunately, we didn't go to Regina's (hence the salivating) but we did go to one of my other favorites in the neighborhood: Bella Vista on Hanover Street. I love this place for three reasons: 1) Excellent food (the meat sauce is to die for), 2) Great wine list, 3) Awesome value. My one complaint? The bald guy who served us!! I can't tell you how many times I've been in this place and had this seemingly eternally miserable man as our server. And he's the son of the owner!! I don't know him or anything, but it seems to me he has plenty to be happy about. Like how about the fact that he's probably going to inherit this place and be set for life!! I'd be pretty stinking happy about that!!
Anyway, I thought that with my gals in tow, we'd somehow be able to get this guy to at least crack some semblence of a smile. We're all cute, all funny, and are, of course, great tippers. No dice. My friend Meri went to sit down and discovered her chair rocked. So she got up to switch it with one from the table behind her and the guy GLARED at her with the evilest of eyes.When she jokingly explained that she was too hungover to be sitting in a chair that rocked, the guy growled "OK." Excuse me, is this thing on?
We loved the food and wine and because of this, still gave him about a 25 percent tip. (Could have been way more if he had any kind of personality!!). Argh!! Burns my brain!! I just don't understand why people like him work in the industry. I certainly don't make money by being miserable!!
Anyway, signing off by offering the following:
My top five favorite places to eat in the North End:
1) Pizzeria Regina's (duh!)
2) Maurizio's
3) Bella Vista (beware of the evil bald man!)
4) Lucca
5) Modern Pastry (Mike's is a fraud!).
Peace, love, equality, and all that good stuff.
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