Category: General

General posts.

There goes the neighborhood

Well, ok not really.

In one of those moments when you realize that some kind of metaphysical laws are chugging away behind the scenes, the neighbor’s car was broken into last night. These laws never explain anything, really. They just manifest themselves as vague coinincidences. This is the neighbor who parks in our driveway without asking for permission or even acknowledging that we are sitting on the porch. She’s got car karma.

At 5:30am this morning, a car alarm went off. Over and over and over and over. Leslie checked if it was ours (since it sounded like a weak Asian car horn), and we struggled to go back to sleep, complaining about the idiot who let it run on and on.

This morning I ran into B on the porch (what’s up with this guy’s work schedule? and when is he going to return our heating pad?) . He told me that the neighbor’s car was broken into. Her door was previously dented, and the window couldn’t be rolled all the way. We agreed that that was probably the reason that her car of all the rest was singled out. All they took was an iPod charger. They left her shoes. I guess they didn’t fit.

Odd that just last night, a cop patrolled down our street for the first time since we moved in. I feel perfectly safe in our neighborhood. We were just discussing this with DG on our way home from trivia Tuesday night.

B was very concerned about who did it; he was full of theories. He was sure it was the guy who goes through the trash in the alley. I could care less who did it. There’s no way of knowing. We haven’t had a car break-in since we’ve been here. Probably because there haven’t been any dumbasses leaving their windows rolled down.

Destroyed

Once again, we held first place going into the final round at trivia night.

Once againg, we screwed up the final question:

What 1933 movie is ranked highest on the AFI’s greatest American movie list that did not recieve any Acadamy Award nominations?

Answer in the comments.

Needless to say, we got it wrong, and dropped from first place to way below third.

Unemployment

The house is so clean you could eat off the floors. The furniture is glowing with lemon Pledge. All windows are without cat-nose smudges. I’m a master at baking. My Nonna’s donated curtains are ironed and smell like her laundry detergent. The bed is made. The bathroom is sparkling and all of the towels are clean. The bills are paid, the picket fence is painted, the cd’s are in alphabetical order. We have plenty of ice, the newly planted herbs are growing. I’m knitting scarves and cell phone cozies for everyone one I know, in bizarre colors from leftover yarn. Papers are filed and I can find anything in the house in 30 seconds. All of our clothes are folded and put away, winter clothes in storage. Reservations are made for vacation in Jersey. There are no pens in this house that don’t write, all pencils are sharpened. I finished all of the Washington Post crossword puzzles in their online archives; I have answered every possible clue about Napoleon’s exile in Elba. There is nothing under the bed except a rarely-used suitcase. I have discarded all old makeup according to Style magazine’s chart. I take extremely long showers. I know every stray cat in a 3 block radius. I have taught my cats to come to me when called. I have seen every Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode at least twice. I have written multiple versions of a cover letter all saved under a different file name for easy access. I’ve tried every exercise program on the Comcast On Demand channel. My personal favorite is Pilates. The Yoga instructor is a lunatic, no one can get in those positions. The woodwork is clean and there are no dust bunnies in this house. The dry goods are stored according to the Joy of Cooking’s ‘Pantry Tips’. I know exactly how many tablespoons of butter equal a third of a cup.

Martha Stewart would be proud.

I am going mad.

How do you get out of a rut?

Ruts suck, and I’m in a big one. Each day is very similar to its predecessor, and neither stimulates me fully. Not to mention smile without forcing myself. But without significant savings, how does one bust loose from the man?
Clearing out your desk and bursting out of the office sounds fun, but it’s probably not the best technique for a successful ressurection of one’s career and social life. My mom says that when you’re unhappy or bored, you should something for someone else. So if anybody needs something done that can be accomplished from New Orleans, please feel free to ask. I mean anyone. There has to be a way for the little folk. Help me.

Paul’s birthday is Sunday. Everyone, whether you know him or not, should call 917-673-7313.

Kent, please add spell check to this thing ….
Leslie, please take your top off ….

Thanks … DP

Music Midtown 2005

Music Midtown 2005
Please note: re-entry will be permitted provided that patrons obtain a wristband before leaving the festival and present a valid ticket w/wristband when returning. DO NOT LOSE YOUR TICKET even if you have a wristband.

hmmm. That wristband thing makes me think that selling tickets might be difficult. This is the first year that they have done the 3 days 1 price thing, so no one really knows how it will work.

Lunch w/ Brent Joseph

On Wednesday, Tom Benson played his relocation trump card by having his lawyer in San Antonio tell the S.A. newspaper about the offers the Saints have received from other cities.
He has absolutely no loyality to this city. He’s all business man and 0 football fan.
Albuquerque, New Mexico? Bullshit. (Is it OK to curse and does this thing have spell check?)
The NFL in New Mexico, great …
Meanwhile, Brent Joseph and I are on our way to eat catfish from the Sav-A-Center buffet. To the shower I go … la, la, la, lllllaaaaa …

Party like it’s 1999

Happy Birthday Beth! She has reached a new age bracket and sadly, the American advertisers are no longer clammoring for her money – she has moved to the Adult bracket – a real job, 401k’s, health insurance, a savings account. Poor Beth, no longer a kid. But don’t worry, everyone will still treat you like one and the family will still ask you a million questions about every aspect of your life.

It’s now time for Mom to take you to an expensive lunch with snow crab legs and cosmopolitans.

Welcome to the big time.

Love,
Leslie

First place

So after many weeks, our team finally took first placeat trivia night at the Prince of Wales. It wasn’t that big of a feat as there were only 6 teams playing, but we did dominate the few who were playing.

Our total winnings in house cash on the season stands at $150. The plan is to win first place (a $50 prize) twice and then spend a Saturday afternoon drinking our winnings in the form of shots with fruity/sexy/witty/lame names out on the patio of the bar. I imagine we will get greedy and thirsty and want to wait for three or four first place finishes, especially if the past two weeks are an indication of our luck.

It makes me sad

I had a nice hour and a half long conversation with Koster last night at 4am. It was a great time. We talked about terrible things we’ve done, Peter, our dads, living in New Orleans, living away from New Orleans, love, marriage, girls, debts, taxes, you name it. I so miss having him accessible.

Unfortunately, he also told me that he is not coming to Atlanta in June for Music Midtown. He’s going to Chicago, where the music festival is $10 a day (Music Midtown is $75 for 3 days). A quick search on the internet didn’t reveal anything more about this mysterious Chicago festival. Taste of Chicago is free, so that’s not it.

Anyway, this is the third person who has balked at the steep ticket prices, or at least at the “one ticket for all three days” policy for Music Midtown. I will be curious to see if the attendance is up or down from last year, where apparently you bought a separate ticket for each day, allowing a little more flexibility for out-of-towners and in-town folks who might have jobs.