Last night, I had the worst f'n nightmare EVER. I woke up in cold sweats and could not get back to sleep.
So, we were in the middle of the event which I haven't released to the public yet and looking hella-cute I might add. Biz-Won-Rah, Ferg, RB, Platypus and Sensei were all around me as the party raged on. We were packed to the rafters and everyone was having a blast.
Then, the power goes out.
All of us looked at each other and simultaneously yelled out "Fuseboxes!"
We all darted down to the basement to do what - I have no idea. I figured between Biz-Won-Rah and Sensei, they'd have the problem fixed and/or rigged within minutes.
We get there and all of Atlanta's promoters (and former club owners) are standing in front of this mega-huge power switch clearly pointed to OFF. All of them were talking shit.
Biz-won-rah and Sensei were actually calculating how long it would take to take them all out and get back upstairs to keep the event going. It took all of a split-second really. Next thing I know, all of Atlanta's promoters and former club owners were literally in pieces all about the basement (no blood though).
It takes all of us to move the Power switch back to ON. We run back upstairs to rejoin the crowd.
In the short while we were downstairs, the venue had completely emptied out. Tumbleweeds, crickets, all of it.
It was awful.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I Hereby Declare
This is not a threat.
This is simply a declaration.
I'm getting back into Atlanta Night Life. You bitches had well over a year to get it together and keep the party going. You failed - miserably.
And, I'm backed by the DRIVE Talent family.
I don't care what anyone else is doing. Seriously, I don't. I think they should care what I'm doing though.
This is simply a declaration.
I'm getting back into Atlanta Night Life. You bitches had well over a year to get it together and keep the party going. You failed - miserably.
And, I'm backed by the DRIVE Talent family.
I don't care what anyone else is doing. Seriously, I don't. I think they should care what I'm doing though.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Addendum to Arman, The Vermin Slayer
To his credit, Biz-won-rah did tell me to "sing to the mouse."
Much like all of you, I ignored it.
Much like all of you, I ignored it.
Arman, the Vermin Slayer
Some of you dear readers may remember when yours truly had an issue with a certain furry roommate.
Well, it seems it didn't warn its brethren before it kicked the bucket. I had yet another one of those little fuckers running around the house in the past couple of weeks. I've finally figured out why too. You see, I don't have pets. Everyone else in my building has a cat or maybe a dog or two running around to keep these bastards at bay. Me? I have a couple of stuffed animals and cute furniture.
I don't keep food out and my apartment stays relatively clean at all times, but that doesn't guarantee a pest free environment. Apparently.
This one was a little tricky. He had managed to break free from one glue trap already and I assumed he had learned his lesson since I no longer saw trails of cereal or english muffins scattered about. So, there I was watching tv in my bedroom when i heard a series of taps. I take a peek into the kitchen and yup, there he was trying to wiggle himself free from the second glue trap.
Motherfucker.
I calmly walked into my office and took the liner out of my Ikea trash can. I took it into the kitchen and placed it upside down over the mouse and its new glue trap appendage. Yeah, did he really start climbing all over it like one of those motorcyclists in the metal cage at the circus? I mean, he was f'n hyper. I was so convinced he would eventually break free that I actually put a heavy box of promotional Deborah CDs on top of it.
He was so energetic that I couldn't do much else but talk shit and text/call friends. Now, I love my friends, but they were completely useless.
Following is a list of advice and/or commentary from the nearest and dearest:
-Kick it. (This was vetoed immediately because it meant I may inadvertently touch the filthy creature.)
-Drown it in a trash can. (Ok, all of my trash cans are metal mesh - stylish and cute I might add. I was then ridiculed for having good taste.)
-Put it in the freezer. (Are you f'n kidding me? There's frozen yogurt and a Boston Market Pot Pie in there - no ma'am.)
-Aww, poor mousey. (Seriously?)
-LOL (from a total of at least three people)
Since the glue traps had advertised an anesthetic component to them, I figured it would eventually knock the fucker out so I could dump his unconscious ass into a trash can and throw him away. And, two hours later, he was still flying around the upside down Ikea trash can.
I ripped an old month from my desk calendar and slid it underneath the trash can. He got even more excited and started lapping around even faster. I then folded the excess of the paper upwards and duct taped it into place. If he broke out of that shit, I would have fed the motherfucker table scraps until it died of natural causes. Or a coronary - which ever came first.
I then took a Hefty cinch sak and dropped the entire thing inside. Hey, it may be cute and stylish (the trash can) but it's still from Ikea and I can justify another five dollars for a new one. I tossed it in the outside trash can along with the rest of the trash inside my house. What happens to "the poor mousey" is no longer my concern. He's out of the house and I did it without killing it on the spot - my karma is free and clear.
AND, I managed to get rid of it without risking my frozen yogurt, accidentally touching it or having it slip away from the glue trap by adding water. "LOL" that, bitches.
Well, it seems it didn't warn its brethren before it kicked the bucket. I had yet another one of those little fuckers running around the house in the past couple of weeks. I've finally figured out why too. You see, I don't have pets. Everyone else in my building has a cat or maybe a dog or two running around to keep these bastards at bay. Me? I have a couple of stuffed animals and cute furniture.
I don't keep food out and my apartment stays relatively clean at all times, but that doesn't guarantee a pest free environment. Apparently.
This one was a little tricky. He had managed to break free from one glue trap already and I assumed he had learned his lesson since I no longer saw trails of cereal or english muffins scattered about. So, there I was watching tv in my bedroom when i heard a series of taps. I take a peek into the kitchen and yup, there he was trying to wiggle himself free from the second glue trap.
Motherfucker.
I calmly walked into my office and took the liner out of my Ikea trash can. I took it into the kitchen and placed it upside down over the mouse and its new glue trap appendage. Yeah, did he really start climbing all over it like one of those motorcyclists in the metal cage at the circus? I mean, he was f'n hyper. I was so convinced he would eventually break free that I actually put a heavy box of promotional Deborah CDs on top of it.
He was so energetic that I couldn't do much else but talk shit and text/call friends. Now, I love my friends, but they were completely useless.
Following is a list of advice and/or commentary from the nearest and dearest:
-Kick it. (This was vetoed immediately because it meant I may inadvertently touch the filthy creature.)
-Drown it in a trash can. (Ok, all of my trash cans are metal mesh - stylish and cute I might add. I was then ridiculed for having good taste.)
-Put it in the freezer. (Are you f'n kidding me? There's frozen yogurt and a Boston Market Pot Pie in there - no ma'am.)
-Aww, poor mousey. (Seriously?)
-LOL (from a total of at least three people)
Since the glue traps had advertised an anesthetic component to them, I figured it would eventually knock the fucker out so I could dump his unconscious ass into a trash can and throw him away. And, two hours later, he was still flying around the upside down Ikea trash can.
I ripped an old month from my desk calendar and slid it underneath the trash can. He got even more excited and started lapping around even faster. I then folded the excess of the paper upwards and duct taped it into place. If he broke out of that shit, I would have fed the motherfucker table scraps until it died of natural causes. Or a coronary - which ever came first.
I then took a Hefty cinch sak and dropped the entire thing inside. Hey, it may be cute and stylish (the trash can) but it's still from Ikea and I can justify another five dollars for a new one. I tossed it in the outside trash can along with the rest of the trash inside my house. What happens to "the poor mousey" is no longer my concern. He's out of the house and I did it without killing it on the spot - my karma is free and clear.
AND, I managed to get rid of it without risking my frozen yogurt, accidentally touching it or having it slip away from the glue trap by adding water. "LOL" that, bitches.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
It's Too Laaaaaaate
So, all apologies for once again being out of the loop. Things have been hectic 'round hurr.
Writing has been such an obstacle as of late. Here's why: I start a blog and I'm into it - throwing around cute little anecdotes and metaphors, but then the phone rings. Here's the thing, these phone calls tend to get drawn out because there's a lot of ground to cover. Then, I get back to me blog and I'm no longer motivated. Sad, but true.
So, I'm forced to put up video clips and surveys that catch my attention while I'm supposed to be on conference calls.
Now, with that said, here's a quick list of what's coming up:
-DC's in town this weekend for some promotional show. I get to be her bitch. The show is called "For the Sistas" or something like that - you do the math.
-Janet on Oct. 5 - I'm f'n DIZZY over this
-Producing a fundraiser for a Georgia Senator candidate - so not my wheelhouse, but totally a cool spin on what should be a stuffy event.
-Producing another event for Halloween - good times, details soon.
-WETbar is closing September 27. I can't lie - this one is bittersweet. More on this later - maybe. Can I be anymore passive-aggressive?
-Sensei DG is in luv (note the spelling) - I'm like snap out of it, hooker. I need you to focus.
-Project Runway - most annoying cast yet. I'm so in love with Korto though - she's my pick to win the big prize. I also feel like Leanne and Terrell will be up in the mix.
Ok, on a more upbeat and happy note, my mom recently had an x-ray during a routine checkup. The x-ray resulted in a "shadow" in her lungs which put me in a complete headspin. She had a CAT scan done recently and the doctors ruled out cancer. Thank you to all the high f'n powers for that. I'm so going to start doing more charity work.
And, end scene.
Writing has been such an obstacle as of late. Here's why: I start a blog and I'm into it - throwing around cute little anecdotes and metaphors, but then the phone rings. Here's the thing, these phone calls tend to get drawn out because there's a lot of ground to cover. Then, I get back to me blog and I'm no longer motivated. Sad, but true.
So, I'm forced to put up video clips and surveys that catch my attention while I'm supposed to be on conference calls.
Now, with that said, here's a quick list of what's coming up:
-DC's in town this weekend for some promotional show. I get to be her bitch. The show is called "For the Sistas" or something like that - you do the math.
-Janet on Oct. 5 - I'm f'n DIZZY over this
-Producing a fundraiser for a Georgia Senator candidate - so not my wheelhouse, but totally a cool spin on what should be a stuffy event.
-Producing another event for Halloween - good times, details soon.
-WETbar is closing September 27. I can't lie - this one is bittersweet. More on this later - maybe. Can I be anymore passive-aggressive?
-Sensei DG is in luv (note the spelling) - I'm like snap out of it, hooker. I need you to focus.
-Project Runway - most annoying cast yet. I'm so in love with Korto though - she's my pick to win the big prize. I also feel like Leanne and Terrell will be up in the mix.
Ok, on a more upbeat and happy note, my mom recently had an x-ray during a routine checkup. The x-ray resulted in a "shadow" in her lungs which put me in a complete headspin. She had a CAT scan done recently and the doctors ruled out cancer. Thank you to all the high f'n powers for that. I'm so going to start doing more charity work.
And, end scene.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
You Must Be This Tall...
There's a reason why I don't have kids. Ok, so actually, there's a few reasons why I don't have kids.
I've learned that my space (both head and living) is not child compatible. They ask too many questions, do NOT understand the concept of keeping things neat and lastly do not know when to leave me the fuck alone.
Last night, my mom had to talk me out of giving my niece a children's Benadryl to knock her out. Hey, my house, my rules. I bet my mom regrets ever saying those words to me now.
I've learned that my space (both head and living) is not child compatible. They ask too many questions, do NOT understand the concept of keeping things neat and lastly do not know when to leave me the fuck alone.
Last night, my mom had to talk me out of giving my niece a children's Benadryl to knock her out. Hey, my house, my rules. I bet my mom regrets ever saying those words to me now.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Neat
Car's in the shop - again.
(Mental note: Tell the mechanic negotiations story.)
Mom and niece pulled a surprise visit.
(Mental note: Tell the Operation: Apartment De-Pornification story.)
Gustav forced us to cancel DC's gig in NOLA.
(Mental note: Tell the KH and me vs. The Promoters Story)
I'm hungry. I need sushi in my life.
(It is what it is.)
(Mental note: Tell the mechanic negotiations story.)
Mom and niece pulled a surprise visit.
(Mental note: Tell the Operation: Apartment De-Pornification story.)
Gustav forced us to cancel DC's gig in NOLA.
(Mental note: Tell the KH and me vs. The Promoters Story)
I'm hungry. I need sushi in my life.
(It is what it is.)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
LONG @ss SURVEY
I had some time to kill when I was supposed to be paying attention on a conference call. Enjoy!
What is the biggest secret you know about your best friend?
It’s not MY story to tell.
What are you listening to at the moment?
Jipsta vs. Ida Corr “Don’t Act Like You Don’t Know” (feel free to check out my MySpace profile to take a listen too)
Would you have sex with someone you had known less than 24 hrs?
Don’t act so pious, I’m not the only one…
Do you have a best friend to lean on?
An entire inner circle actually
What was the last thing you hid?
I live by myself, I don’t have to hide sh*t
Who are all under "d" in your contacs in your cell phone?
Oh for fu*k’s sake: Damian (liquified), Dan George, Darin Arrowood, Darren, Darryl Kent, Dave Koz (no, seriously), David Magazine, David Perusse, David Taylor, Deborah Cox (yes, that one), Derrick Walker, Devin Walkley, Diego Wolf, Donnui, Doug Baker, DRIVE Office
Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?
It was at a bar, so it could have been anyone
When was the last time you touched drum sticks?
Yesterday when I had warm, slippery rotisserie chicken from Publix
What are you excited about?
Life
Who do you text the most?
Dan, Rob, Brian, Ferg, Errol, Adam, Tim
First person to text today?
Tim
Have you ever seen a couple and it just made you so happy by the way they looked at each other?
Only if happiness can cause annoyance and queasiness
Are you closer to your Dad or your pet?
I’d say my Dad, I’m his spitting image (what does that mean anyway?)
Has anyone ever forgotten who you were?
I’m sure there are people that are trying to
Last thing that made you laugh really hard?
Rob’s analysis on certain people, what they say and how they say it
Name some things you need from the store?
Green Tea, Mach 3 Turbo Razors
Are you going to prom this year?
Went to an 80’s one on Saturday with Alex
Who do you feel you're becoming distant with?
My inner child?
Who was the last person you saw?
My neighbor, but I slammed the door in his face as per usual
Are there some songs you can't listen to because they remind you of someone?
I don’t take it out on the music
Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now?
Absolutely
Does the last person you held hands with, mean a lot?
I was dragging them through a crowd so in terms of efficiency, yes.
Do you wish you never dated someone you dated?
There’s one or ten.
Could you go a day without eating?
I have actually, but not by design.
Even though it's summer, would you still consider being in a relationship?
Probably not. I have some things I have to fix first.
Have you fixed friendships with anyone lately?
I kind of need to, but for now, it’ll have to wait.
Do you find it awkward when you're in the car with your dad and "I Kissed A Girl" comes on?
My theory is that if he was alive, he'd get a kick out of it. I like to think he hangs out with me all the time though.
Do you have over-sized sunglasses?
Duh, of course. The D&Gs are particularly hard to keep track of – even my sister-in-law tried jacking them.
Do you always screw up when you're painting your nails on your dominant hand?
I don’t paint my nails.
Do you need to know everything about someone's past?
No, I have enough problems and baggage as it is.
Are you wearing something you borrowed from someone?
Nope, I bought them myself from Puma and Adidas
Where did your last kiss take place?
I kiss my friends all the time as a greeting/good-bye
What is crazy to you?
Friends, Family, Life (in that order)
Favorite cuss word?
Whore (I usually add "crazy," "f*cked up," "skanky" as a prefix when needed)
Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Somebody I can't be bothered with
Would you ever want to be a supermodel?
Nope, I don’t take direction very well
When is your next party?
That’s all day, everyday
How do you handle a break up?
Nod and smile
Your motivation for tomorrow?
Don’t die
Do you know what you will wear tomorrow?
Not sure, what ever speaks to me from the closet
Last thing you ate?
Green Tea with soy milk and honey
Do you ever go a few days without changing your underwear?
Seriously?
Have you ever dropped food on the floor and eaten it?
Maybe when I was between the ages of 2 and 5?
Do you kiss your pets on the mouth?
I don’t have any pets
Do you talk baby talk?
Sometimes when I’m mocking somebody
What serial killer do you find most disturbing?
I find them all equally disturbing
Do you watch court tv?
Nope
Would you ever work in a retirement home?
What would my motivation be?
Do you believe plants have feelings?
WTF?
Are you ever purposely irritating?
It’s usually in retaliation, but sure!
If you could fly, where would you go first?
I’d get lost on purpose.
What is on your bed right now?
Comforter, pair of jeans and umm, I forget his name…
Name 3 people who made you smile today?
It’s too early for all that.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Wondering if that’s all the rain for today.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Green Tea with soy milk and honey
What are you wearing right now?
Black Puma T and Grey Adidas Gym Shorts
Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
Nah, I put myself on restriction after the Kenneth Cole and Lucky incident
When was the last time you ran?
Hey, the power on the entire block was out and I heard footsteps. You woulda ran too.
Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?
Nothing I won’t miss I imagine.
Do you have any friends on myspace that you actually hate?
I deleted them all in a fit of MySpace Feng Shui.
Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
Next question
Do you eat healthy?
Relatively speaking – I don’t eat red meat, deep fried foods but have a weakness for baked goods
What do you usually do during the day?
Chant?
Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
Or some variation
How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
33
Have you ever made out with someone you weren't dating?
Is that wrong?
Do you know anybody who was abused?
By choice? I mean, they paid a fair price in my opinion.
Do you take walks often?
Sometimes they lead to running.
Is silence really golden?
I’ll get back to you on that one
Any upcoming vacations?
For me or people I know? Specificity people…
Do you care what people think of you?
A few, but en masse, not particularly.
Would you call yourself smart?
As compared to what exactly?
Is good grammar attractive?
Editor – you do the math
Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
We moved. A lot.
Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?
Sure, but with e-mail, MySpace and facebook, you can ALWAYS find someone you’re looking for.
Needles aren't so horrible?
Hate them.
Who was the last person that said "i love you" to you?
Me mommy. It usually closes the conversation every time – even when she forgets something and has to start over. She’s awesome like that.
What is the biggest secret you know about your best friend?
It’s not MY story to tell.
What are you listening to at the moment?
Jipsta vs. Ida Corr “Don’t Act Like You Don’t Know” (feel free to check out my MySpace profile to take a listen too)
Would you have sex with someone you had known less than 24 hrs?
Don’t act so pious, I’m not the only one…
Do you have a best friend to lean on?
An entire inner circle actually
What was the last thing you hid?
I live by myself, I don’t have to hide sh*t
Who are all under "d" in your contacs in your cell phone?
Oh for fu*k’s sake: Damian (liquified), Dan George, Darin Arrowood, Darren, Darryl Kent, Dave Koz (no, seriously), David Magazine, David Perusse, David Taylor, Deborah Cox (yes, that one), Derrick Walker, Devin Walkley, Diego Wolf, Donnui, Doug Baker, DRIVE Office
Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence?
It was at a bar, so it could have been anyone
When was the last time you touched drum sticks?
Yesterday when I had warm, slippery rotisserie chicken from Publix
What are you excited about?
Life
Who do you text the most?
Dan, Rob, Brian, Ferg, Errol, Adam, Tim
First person to text today?
Tim
Have you ever seen a couple and it just made you so happy by the way they looked at each other?
Only if happiness can cause annoyance and queasiness
Are you closer to your Dad or your pet?
I’d say my Dad, I’m his spitting image (what does that mean anyway?)
Has anyone ever forgotten who you were?
I’m sure there are people that are trying to
Last thing that made you laugh really hard?
Rob’s analysis on certain people, what they say and how they say it
Name some things you need from the store?
Green Tea, Mach 3 Turbo Razors
Are you going to prom this year?
Went to an 80’s one on Saturday with Alex
Who do you feel you're becoming distant with?
My inner child?
Who was the last person you saw?
My neighbor, but I slammed the door in his face as per usual
Are there some songs you can't listen to because they remind you of someone?
I don’t take it out on the music
Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now?
Absolutely
Does the last person you held hands with, mean a lot?
I was dragging them through a crowd so in terms of efficiency, yes.
Do you wish you never dated someone you dated?
There’s one or ten.
Could you go a day without eating?
I have actually, but not by design.
Even though it's summer, would you still consider being in a relationship?
Probably not. I have some things I have to fix first.
Have you fixed friendships with anyone lately?
I kind of need to, but for now, it’ll have to wait.
Do you find it awkward when you're in the car with your dad and "I Kissed A Girl" comes on?
My theory is that if he was alive, he'd get a kick out of it. I like to think he hangs out with me all the time though.
Do you have over-sized sunglasses?
Duh, of course. The D&Gs are particularly hard to keep track of – even my sister-in-law tried jacking them.
Do you always screw up when you're painting your nails on your dominant hand?
I don’t paint my nails.
Do you need to know everything about someone's past?
No, I have enough problems and baggage as it is.
Are you wearing something you borrowed from someone?
Nope, I bought them myself from Puma and Adidas
Where did your last kiss take place?
I kiss my friends all the time as a greeting/good-bye
What is crazy to you?
Friends, Family, Life (in that order)
Favorite cuss word?
Whore (I usually add "crazy," "f*cked up," "skanky" as a prefix when needed)
Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Somebody I can't be bothered with
Would you ever want to be a supermodel?
Nope, I don’t take direction very well
When is your next party?
That’s all day, everyday
How do you handle a break up?
Nod and smile
Your motivation for tomorrow?
Don’t die
Do you know what you will wear tomorrow?
Not sure, what ever speaks to me from the closet
Last thing you ate?
Green Tea with soy milk and honey
Do you ever go a few days without changing your underwear?
Seriously?
Have you ever dropped food on the floor and eaten it?
Maybe when I was between the ages of 2 and 5?
Do you kiss your pets on the mouth?
I don’t have any pets
Do you talk baby talk?
Sometimes when I’m mocking somebody
What serial killer do you find most disturbing?
I find them all equally disturbing
Do you watch court tv?
Nope
Would you ever work in a retirement home?
What would my motivation be?
Do you believe plants have feelings?
WTF?
Are you ever purposely irritating?
It’s usually in retaliation, but sure!
If you could fly, where would you go first?
I’d get lost on purpose.
What is on your bed right now?
Comforter, pair of jeans and umm, I forget his name…
Name 3 people who made you smile today?
It’s too early for all that.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Wondering if that’s all the rain for today.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Green Tea with soy milk and honey
What are you wearing right now?
Black Puma T and Grey Adidas Gym Shorts
Have you bought any new clothing items this week?
Nah, I put myself on restriction after the Kenneth Cole and Lucky incident
When was the last time you ran?
Hey, the power on the entire block was out and I heard footsteps. You woulda ran too.
Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?
Nothing I won’t miss I imagine.
Do you have any friends on myspace that you actually hate?
I deleted them all in a fit of MySpace Feng Shui.
Biggest annoyance in your life right now?
Next question
Do you eat healthy?
Relatively speaking – I don’t eat red meat, deep fried foods but have a weakness for baked goods
What do you usually do during the day?
Chant?
Do you use the word 'hello' daily?
Or some variation
How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
33
Have you ever made out with someone you weren't dating?
Is that wrong?
Do you know anybody who was abused?
By choice? I mean, they paid a fair price in my opinion.
Do you take walks often?
Sometimes they lead to running.
Is silence really golden?
I’ll get back to you on that one
Any upcoming vacations?
For me or people I know? Specificity people…
Do you care what people think of you?
A few, but en masse, not particularly.
Would you call yourself smart?
As compared to what exactly?
Is good grammar attractive?
Editor – you do the math
Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
We moved. A lot.
Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?
Sure, but with e-mail, MySpace and facebook, you can ALWAYS find someone you’re looking for.
Needles aren't so horrible?
Hate them.
Who was the last person that said "i love you" to you?
Me mommy. It usually closes the conversation every time – even when she forgets something and has to start over. She’s awesome like that.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Deprivation
I slept a total of three hours last night. And, no, it wasn't because of a booty call, miscellaneous drug use or anything fun (btw, you guys are jackasses for automatically assuming).
My sleep deprivation was caused by over-thinking, stressing and over analyzing - in short, being a f'n Pisces.
I'm discovering my business sense isn't as gimpy as I originally deemed it, my friends are pretty quick on the uptake and I've never been this absorbed with a concept EVER. I've pretty much drank my own kool-aid. And, yeah, I know how that could come across as an "eww."
It's all good though, at the end of the day (damn you BK for drilling that expression into me brain) it's going to be worth it. There really is no rest for the wicked.
My sleep deprivation was caused by over-thinking, stressing and over analyzing - in short, being a f'n Pisces.
I'm discovering my business sense isn't as gimpy as I originally deemed it, my friends are pretty quick on the uptake and I've never been this absorbed with a concept EVER. I've pretty much drank my own kool-aid. And, yeah, I know how that could come across as an "eww."
It's all good though, at the end of the day (damn you BK for drilling that expression into me brain) it's going to be worth it. There really is no rest for the wicked.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
HA!
My dear friend BH sent me this because he thought of me when he first read it. I can't lie, I've had this dialogue in my head many a time.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Gluttony, Greed and Pride
It seems I've all but abandoned the Guest List. I don't know, maybe it's cause as I grow older, the more I can't be bothered. It's possible. Or, maybe it's because I really am just too busy. It's been weeks since I've indulged in a late Friday lunch with the boys. Everyone's all running around, doing their thing and living their lives. I think the last time we were all together was the George Michael concert, which admittedly was f'n amazing.
Take this past weekend, for example. Saturday was strictly a working day. Granted, a working weekend for me isn't the same for everyone else - I mean that literally and figuratively.
GLUTTONY
My Saturday started out with a meeting at J. Christopher over Blueberry Crunch Pancakes. Then, a casual coffee at the W with the LA version of me, KH - DC's assistant. You see, although we've been working together for over a year - we hadn't met face to face. It was such a trip to sit there and actually talk to the person I've talked to countless times over the phone and in e-mail threads. I say she's the LA version of me because we have the same snarky sense of humor. We point out the ridiculous, call out the idiocy and all with a stylish sense of humor. She's kinda awesome.
Later on that evening, I got to treat DC and company to the most brilliant dinner in my long standing affair at two urban licks. Here's the thing about TWL: People who have never been there before tend to order like they would at any regular restaurant. And, the people that brought them just let them because everything is so damn good.
While DC, KH and EK narrowed their choices, BeX and I just smiled at our menus, seasonal items withstanding, having memorized the choices.
Within moments, being at the star table and all, the table was just packed with food - ribs, lamb lollipops, calamari, cumin bread (which BeX didn't like but DC adored). I'll give it to DC and crew, they were troopers - they tried everything and made a valiant effort to clean their plates.
And then, the salads came out.
I mean, I learned long ago not to bother with the salad option of the meal at TUL because it ensures you never finish your entree. They, however, needed green stuff in their lives and kept throwing it back until the last leaf. I think it was the chili flake effect and how it alters the normal affection towards salad.
By the time the entrees hit the table, most people were about to throw in the towel. Here's the thing, in the past couple of years, I've gotten quite a few celebrities/agents/VIPs ADDICTED to TUL's macaroni and cheese. When I say addicted, I mean it. Hell, DG is still trying to get me to find out the recipe.
DC was no exception. She was like, "this ain't right." Sure ain't girl, sure ain't. DC had to physically scoot her plate towards KH and EK to make sure she didn't eat anymore. And then, THEY tried the mac and cheese. Really KH, you think covering the plate with your napkin will prevent you from eating more? Umm no, the only real way to make sure you stop is to have the server take it away.
Here's the thing I heart about BeX, while the rest of the table is too concerned about image to order dessert, me and BeX will totally get the server to bring the menu back so we can choose a dessert. And, we did. The bestest thing EVER - their version of a banana split. It's this gooey peanut butter brownie thing with caramelized bananas and scoops of homemade chocolate and vanilla bean ice cream and strawberry sorbet.
We convinced the table to try the non-peanut portions of dessert (DC and KH are allergic to peanuts apparently). Yeah, they ordered ice cream for themselves. BeX and me felt validated.
GREED
After wishing DC and crew farewell, I decided the best thing possible was to reward myself with a day of shopping. So, to the North Georgia Outlets went my money. I could not be stopped at PUMA, Lucky, Converse or Kenneth Cole. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.
See, I'm trying to convince both ME and YOU.
PRIDE
But, damn do I look cute in all the shit I bought.
;-)
Take this past weekend, for example. Saturday was strictly a working day. Granted, a working weekend for me isn't the same for everyone else - I mean that literally and figuratively.
GLUTTONY
My Saturday started out with a meeting at J. Christopher over Blueberry Crunch Pancakes. Then, a casual coffee at the W with the LA version of me, KH - DC's assistant. You see, although we've been working together for over a year - we hadn't met face to face. It was such a trip to sit there and actually talk to the person I've talked to countless times over the phone and in e-mail threads. I say she's the LA version of me because we have the same snarky sense of humor. We point out the ridiculous, call out the idiocy and all with a stylish sense of humor. She's kinda awesome.
Later on that evening, I got to treat DC and company to the most brilliant dinner in my long standing affair at two urban licks. Here's the thing about TWL: People who have never been there before tend to order like they would at any regular restaurant. And, the people that brought them just let them because everything is so damn good.
While DC, KH and EK narrowed their choices, BeX and I just smiled at our menus, seasonal items withstanding, having memorized the choices.
Within moments, being at the star table and all, the table was just packed with food - ribs, lamb lollipops, calamari, cumin bread (which BeX didn't like but DC adored). I'll give it to DC and crew, they were troopers - they tried everything and made a valiant effort to clean their plates.
And then, the salads came out.
I mean, I learned long ago not to bother with the salad option of the meal at TUL because it ensures you never finish your entree. They, however, needed green stuff in their lives and kept throwing it back until the last leaf. I think it was the chili flake effect and how it alters the normal affection towards salad.
By the time the entrees hit the table, most people were about to throw in the towel. Here's the thing, in the past couple of years, I've gotten quite a few celebrities/agents/VIPs ADDICTED to TUL's macaroni and cheese. When I say addicted, I mean it. Hell, DG is still trying to get me to find out the recipe.
DC was no exception. She was like, "this ain't right." Sure ain't girl, sure ain't. DC had to physically scoot her plate towards KH and EK to make sure she didn't eat anymore. And then, THEY tried the mac and cheese. Really KH, you think covering the plate with your napkin will prevent you from eating more? Umm no, the only real way to make sure you stop is to have the server take it away.
Here's the thing I heart about BeX, while the rest of the table is too concerned about image to order dessert, me and BeX will totally get the server to bring the menu back so we can choose a dessert. And, we did. The bestest thing EVER - their version of a banana split. It's this gooey peanut butter brownie thing with caramelized bananas and scoops of homemade chocolate and vanilla bean ice cream and strawberry sorbet.
We convinced the table to try the non-peanut portions of dessert (DC and KH are allergic to peanuts apparently). Yeah, they ordered ice cream for themselves. BeX and me felt validated.
GREED
After wishing DC and crew farewell, I decided the best thing possible was to reward myself with a day of shopping. So, to the North Georgia Outlets went my money. I could not be stopped at PUMA, Lucky, Converse or Kenneth Cole. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while. I shall not go shopping again for a while.
See, I'm trying to convince both ME and YOU.
PRIDE
But, damn do I look cute in all the shit I bought.
;-)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Biz-Wah
Well, I think that's "busy" in French. Eh, probably not, but whatevs.
Ok, so things have been crazy since right before Pride and they haven't let up.
When I get a moment to focus, I'll throw up a more detailed summary of the past couple of weeks. In the meantime, in true Reader's Digest fashion - here's a list.
-Atlanta Pride - rain lots of it, a day with Hex and Kristine, quality time with "Pats" and "LA Hubby" (the West Si-i-i-i-i-ide Family)
-American Ninja - the reason I've been out of the loop, DG has been bumming around Europe for a week and a half
-Diabetes - niece was diagnosed with it, bless her heart
-Redo - my office and bathroom are looking less utilitarian (office is still minimal chic, just a little warmer and the bathroom is now geometric beachy, no seriously)
-Friends - lifeline as per usual
I swear, details forthcoming. Oh, y'all o' little faith.
Ok, so things have been crazy since right before Pride and they haven't let up.
When I get a moment to focus, I'll throw up a more detailed summary of the past couple of weeks. In the meantime, in true Reader's Digest fashion - here's a list.
-Atlanta Pride - rain lots of it, a day with Hex and Kristine, quality time with "Pats" and "LA Hubby" (the West Si-i-i-i-i-ide Family)
-American Ninja - the reason I've been out of the loop, DG has been bumming around Europe for a week and a half
-Diabetes - niece was diagnosed with it, bless her heart
-Redo - my office and bathroom are looking less utilitarian (office is still minimal chic, just a little warmer and the bathroom is now geometric beachy, no seriously)
-Friends - lifeline as per usual
I swear, details forthcoming. Oh, y'all o' little faith.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Dear MG
I know I promised you a new Guide to Pride, but truth is, I gots nothing.
I started working on it and then got sidetracked. I tried working on it again and slipped into a coma.
I recovered, got up, did a hot rail and was twitching too much to properly type.
I apologize and hope you don't hate me. Or wish that I have children one day and their puppy gets run over. That would be, well, kinda mean. And, I know you're not a mean person.
Ferg, on the other hand, is kinda mean. He sent me a picture of what my pony would look like if I had one. It was a picture of a dead pony. I'm serious, I can forward you the picture. It frightened me. Mean, right?
Ok, so the truth is I just got sidetracked. I didn't slip into a coma, recover, do a hot rail and twitch. I mean, I like my sleep too much. Ferg did send me a picture of my hypothetical dead pony though. I was on the floor of my closet in fetal position for an hour. All right, all right, no fetal position in the closet - the picture however is not fabricated. It's a real picture of my dead pony. Except, I want a real, live pony.
Love Always,
Arman
I started working on it and then got sidetracked. I tried working on it again and slipped into a coma.
I recovered, got up, did a hot rail and was twitching too much to properly type.
I apologize and hope you don't hate me. Or wish that I have children one day and their puppy gets run over. That would be, well, kinda mean. And, I know you're not a mean person.
Ferg, on the other hand, is kinda mean. He sent me a picture of what my pony would look like if I had one. It was a picture of a dead pony. I'm serious, I can forward you the picture. It frightened me. Mean, right?
Ok, so the truth is I just got sidetracked. I didn't slip into a coma, recover, do a hot rail and twitch. I mean, I like my sleep too much. Ferg did send me a picture of my hypothetical dead pony though. I was on the floor of my closet in fetal position for an hour. All right, all right, no fetal position in the closet - the picture however is not fabricated. It's a real picture of my dead pony. Except, I want a real, live pony.
Love Always,
Arman
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wanted, Indeed
So, yesterday the boys and I went to check out the new Angelina Jolie flick, “Wanted.”
I, for one, loved it. I’m into all that fast-action, adrenaline rush for your nerves type shit. And, aside from the rather loud ass Trekkie behind us that later followed us to Joe’s, I got to chill out with the nearest and dearest on an otherwise ominous Sunday afternoon.
But I digress, while we were waiting on Ferg, JD and BeX to arrive, my friend BH began to inspect the ever-growing line. I had Fandango-ed our tickets so a quick flick of the credit card and the machine spit out our tickets with little to no hassle (a shout out to the hottie emo boy in front of me with the red hair, black glasses and spectacular blue eyes).
BH, always the quick quipper, asked innocently “what else opened this weekend?”
“Wall-E, that animated robot movie,” I answered without much thought.
“Ah, that explains the kids and parents.”
“Oh, and Hancock with Will Smith,” I muttered while glossing over the LA Fitness people aquarium.
“And that takes care of the black folks,” BH responded without skipping a beat.
“Seriously, B? You didn’t just say that out loud,” I said in a tone that was equal parts amused and annoyed.
“What? I’m serious – I mean all the queer boys are going to see Jolie,” said BH without even an afterthought to his profiling.
I couldn’t deny his train of thought. He was pretty much balls-on accurate with his assessment.
BH continued without a trace of sarcasm: “Come on – me, Angelina, a strap-on – I’d try it.”
Hee!
I later relayed BH’s comment to BeX.
“Can't say it wouldn't give me pause,” he said coolly.
With the Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds, Johnny Depps of Hollywood, my friends have voted Angelina as its official Power Top.
Personally, I’d pass on the strap-on, but wouldn’t mind being adopted. Me and Maddox could take turns calling Brad “Daddy.”
I, for one, loved it. I’m into all that fast-action, adrenaline rush for your nerves type shit. And, aside from the rather loud ass Trekkie behind us that later followed us to Joe’s, I got to chill out with the nearest and dearest on an otherwise ominous Sunday afternoon.
But I digress, while we were waiting on Ferg, JD and BeX to arrive, my friend BH began to inspect the ever-growing line. I had Fandango-ed our tickets so a quick flick of the credit card and the machine spit out our tickets with little to no hassle (a shout out to the hottie emo boy in front of me with the red hair, black glasses and spectacular blue eyes).
BH, always the quick quipper, asked innocently “what else opened this weekend?”
“Wall-E, that animated robot movie,” I answered without much thought.
“Ah, that explains the kids and parents.”
“Oh, and Hancock with Will Smith,” I muttered while glossing over the LA Fitness people aquarium.
“And that takes care of the black folks,” BH responded without skipping a beat.
“Seriously, B? You didn’t just say that out loud,” I said in a tone that was equal parts amused and annoyed.
“What? I’m serious – I mean all the queer boys are going to see Jolie,” said BH without even an afterthought to his profiling.
I couldn’t deny his train of thought. He was pretty much balls-on accurate with his assessment.
BH continued without a trace of sarcasm: “Come on – me, Angelina, a strap-on – I’d try it.”
Hee!
I later relayed BH’s comment to BeX.
“Can't say it wouldn't give me pause,” he said coolly.
With the Chris Evans, Ryan Reynolds, Johnny Depps of Hollywood, my friends have voted Angelina as its official Power Top.
Personally, I’d pass on the strap-on, but wouldn’t mind being adopted. Me and Maddox could take turns calling Brad “Daddy.”
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
PRIDE 08
So, my dear friend MG asked me to update my old skool Pride post in honor of Pride 08. I'll start thinking about it and have it up by the weekend. This is going to be a little tricky since Atlanta Pride has moved to the Civic Center.
I have a special place in my heart for Atlanta Pride and despite the fact they had NO CHOICE in the matter, it bugs me that people think the drought that ruined the park for Class A type festivals is the Pride Committee's fault. C'mon now, seriously? Let's think about this, people. It's not like they're some huge corporate conglomerate that moved the event just for the sake of being evil and money/power hungry. It's kind of hard to grasp, but they'd LOVE to have it back in the Park and tried every avenue possible to keep it there. A little perspective, people. F'n idiots. Ok, sorry, that was uncalled for.
Here's my thing: If all the local businesses were so concerned about the event possibly being moved, perhaps they should have been a little more generous with the additional revenue that weekend brings in for them. They should have, I don't know, given back to the people that actually produce the main reason why they have the extra revenue? Check yourself, it's a non-profit. They keep their overhead as low as possible. And, all of you just bitch?
(Gasp) Oh no, you won't get your bonus for a stellar weekend. Guess what? It's not because of anything you or your company did to bring those people into Midtown - it's thanks to the Pride Committee. Your brilliant marketing plans and witty advertising didn't convince all these people to come to the Park - it's a tribute to Stonewall actually. Imagine that, at the very basic foundation of Pride Weekend isn't to make a buck or illustrate the power of the gay dollar, it's an homage to the pioneers that stood up for our rights as people and blazed a trail for us to follow. So, get with the program and try to remember what the weekend stands for in the first f'n place.
And, end rant.
I have a special place in my heart for Atlanta Pride and despite the fact they had NO CHOICE in the matter, it bugs me that people think the drought that ruined the park for Class A type festivals is the Pride Committee's fault. C'mon now, seriously? Let's think about this, people. It's not like they're some huge corporate conglomerate that moved the event just for the sake of being evil and money/power hungry. It's kind of hard to grasp, but they'd LOVE to have it back in the Park and tried every avenue possible to keep it there. A little perspective, people. F'n idiots. Ok, sorry, that was uncalled for.
Here's my thing: If all the local businesses were so concerned about the event possibly being moved, perhaps they should have been a little more generous with the additional revenue that weekend brings in for them. They should have, I don't know, given back to the people that actually produce the main reason why they have the extra revenue? Check yourself, it's a non-profit. They keep their overhead as low as possible. And, all of you just bitch?
(Gasp) Oh no, you won't get your bonus for a stellar weekend. Guess what? It's not because of anything you or your company did to bring those people into Midtown - it's thanks to the Pride Committee. Your brilliant marketing plans and witty advertising didn't convince all these people to come to the Park - it's a tribute to Stonewall actually. Imagine that, at the very basic foundation of Pride Weekend isn't to make a buck or illustrate the power of the gay dollar, it's an homage to the pioneers that stood up for our rights as people and blazed a trail for us to follow. So, get with the program and try to remember what the weekend stands for in the first f'n place.
And, end rant.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Ayo Technology
This is a photo taken from Alicia Keys' tour stop in NY. My boss sent them to me. I really really want those screens behind Alicia. They're pretty f'n cool.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
PONR
So, I was talking to me partner-in-crime last night, AR (didn't realize until just now that we have the same initials - neat). We were going over a few things and I came to a realization that we had crossed the line from planning and inspiration into coordination and execution. In short, we've reached the Point Of No Return.
Bare with me for a moment cause my neuroses are working overtime. Yeah, I've spent weeks, nay, years on this shit, but this is a culmination of my entire professional career coming to a head right about now.
And, yeah, I'm scared shitless. Luckily, AR and DG and even da' Protege were all "snap the fuck out of it!"
I kinda have, but here's my thing: So you've got this dream and you strive to make it happen. I'm a Pisces so I tend to get caught up in side bullshit all the time and don't focus properly on the ultimate task at hand - which is to live happily ever after, yeah? Ok, so I'm going with the flow and now the flow has brought me here - which, don't get me wrong, I busted my ass for this shit and truly f'n deserve it, but after this - what's next?
Dreams come true? Check.
Umm, ok, great!
I guess I'll worry about what comes next at a later time. We've hit the Point Of No Return y'all. Buckle up. We gots work to do.
And, umm, thanks for humoring me on my subscriptions.
Bare with me for a moment cause my neuroses are working overtime. Yeah, I've spent weeks, nay, years on this shit, but this is a culmination of my entire professional career coming to a head right about now.
And, yeah, I'm scared shitless. Luckily, AR and DG and even da' Protege were all "snap the fuck out of it!"
I kinda have, but here's my thing: So you've got this dream and you strive to make it happen. I'm a Pisces so I tend to get caught up in side bullshit all the time and don't focus properly on the ultimate task at hand - which is to live happily ever after, yeah? Ok, so I'm going with the flow and now the flow has brought me here - which, don't get me wrong, I busted my ass for this shit and truly f'n deserve it, but after this - what's next?
Dreams come true? Check.
Umm, ok, great!
I guess I'll worry about what comes next at a later time. We've hit the Point Of No Return y'all. Buckle up. We gots work to do.
And, umm, thanks for humoring me on my subscriptions.
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