“And then this Desperate Housewives-Park Slope-lookin’ bitch said, ‘Dunkin Donuts hazelnut is my fav.’
“I just looked at her like, ‘Hello? If it’s not Stumptown Roasters it’s not fucking coffee.’
“Shit was funny.”
I friggin’ love Rosa.
My dad just asked me if Zac Efron was related to Nora Ephron.
(via dandywolves)
My mother asked me the same thing.
He’d spent years cultivating a perfectly messy study. So to find that someone had stuffed a red volume on the umber-only bookshelves? Well, the proverbial shit hit the fan.
(Photo: Dave Lauridsen; Dwell April 2010)
curling hurts
Tonight, I went to this thing where I learned how to curl. There is a curling club in Connecticut! Which was exciting, because I thought the closest one was New Jersey or something. I couldn’t convince anyone to go with me, because everyone I know here sucks, so I went to scary Bridgeport after dark and got lost all by myself.
Anyway. They had this “curling experience” thing going tonight, where for $10 they teach you the very basics of the game and you get to go out on the ice and throw a few stones and do some sweeping. I was put into a group with 5 entertaining guys, probably from UConn. The Nutmeg Curling Club was adorable, it has a bar and three sheets (a sheet is the…thing…where they play. It’s one long uh..”field”, we’ll call it. They have three.). I am not very good at curling. I do not have what you might call “good balance”, so throwing the stones is hard. You sort of have to balance and slide on one foot while you aim and push the stone. Not easy.
I’m ok at sweeping, though.
Oh, but I sort of slipped and hit my knee on the ice while I was trying to throw, and now I’m workin’ on a pretty sweet bruise. Arrrrrgh I am tough!
I forgot how much I loved this.
Oh, Shackburger. It had been such a long time. I think October was the last time we met. But on Saturday, our reunion was so wonderful. Four months is too long, friend. I will gladly trudge through barely shoveled Brooklyn sidewalks, and navigate the snowy banks of the Upper West Side to hog a table for two hours with two of my favorite people, enjoying your finely cooked wonder, and mysterious “shack sauce”.
In other words, good weekend.
This is a SportsCenter commercial. It is a few years old, but I just saw it on ESPN a couple days ago. It is now my favorite thing ever.
“I have a comprehensive zombie contingency plan, so stick with me…sugartits.”
(a favorite quote from Claire)
