lastonetobed: November 2005

I have never taken acid and I don't ever want to.

Sam and I went to the worst gig last night. It was the last night of Vietnam's residency at Scenic, we caught the support band who were self-conciously lingering around on the stage before their set in a really annoying manner. To their credit they were fit (as Sam pointed out) but having lyrics like "from the wrong side of the tracks, they're ain't no going back" made me want to sit down and drink water. They were like a 'New Look' version of Kings of Leon, or like being in H+M trying to find the shiny trendy clothes you saw in the window but realising everything in there is a cheap generic rip-off.
Then Vietnam came on and at first they sounded good albeit slow. Then, eventually it was like Fresher's week from hell.
Imagine taking acid with some people you just met in halls and they suggest going to some girl's house who turns out to be this crushed-velvety stoner hippy. Her walls are covered in scary ethnic fabric, with half-dead plants everywhere; she has the worst drony stoner rock on repeat on her stereo and she is making you smoke bongs while she waves incense around and takes poppers. Your body feels like concrete but your head is going insane with screaming voices and it feels like you've been sitting there silently on her rag rug for six years.
Thats what Vietnam were like.

Me and Sam even have the same hair now

Riyas!
Went to Sarah's for Thanksgiving (aka Turkey Day, how cute! I think I'm going to rename Christmas 'Present day' after all, that's what its about isn't it?) and made a fat load of food. As before we took milliones pics but still have browser probs so none here. We had roast chook, bread sauce, cranners sauce and gravy, vegoids, roast pots and snips and sweet pot mash...haarghhlll...
I liked the plate clean, and then had robot pumpkin pie which had a metallic cinammon taste. Still ate it though. Something about knowing there is a lot of food to be had makes my body go into starvation mode and I never get full.
Then Sarah let us go up on the roof where it was freezing, we drank some wine and looked around at all the houses with people inside eating their thanksgiving meal.
Didn't get drunk, because of the anitbios, but Sarah's flatmate Mark took us to Sweet-Ups, his home from home.

Watched an inordinate amount of 'Pow, dramatic film!!! Guns and 'splosions!!! FBI! Big name actors!!! Laydeez!' type films, aka Face Off and Devil's Advocate, both if which i have seen already but they obviously made such an impression on me that I couldn't remember.

Went home with the spammer today and I've razor-cut her hair into a cool bob. Razor cutting is wicks, you can get a really good shape, everyone (with straight fine hair) should do it.

Kids! Starting sentences with 'but' and 'because' will never get you a job

Tavis S miley on Public Broadcasting Service channel just called Islam the most misunderstood religion in the world.

WHAT WHAT WHA-AT? In the world? ge-yee-ees.

But we're still watching. Why?? I hear you dribble..

Because Reza Aslan, the brown Louis Theroux, is on the programme. Hubba hubba!!

http://www.cfiwest.org/calendar/RezaAslan.jpg

Alcohol is permitted with amoxicillin but not with cephalexin hehe!!

In the absence of any ability to post pictures for now (prob a browser problem), I will just give a quick update. After we got evicted on Thursday night we found a really beautiful flat to live in by saturday which was lucky as Phil arrived on Tuesday bearing many gifts. We had a really good time, I needed those days off. We went sightseeing, but tried to show Phil bits of New York he wouldn't have seen when he went with his uni a few years ago. As you will eventually see we had a really fun time, Phil slipped right into mine and Sam's self-created moronic in-joke heaven. He left on Sunday, we got up at four in the morning and went to the airport and it was sad..booo...
Back in the everyday me and Sam are both sick, Sam is taking antibios for a chest infection and me for the usual ear infection (I can drink, but she can't hehee! I mean poor her.) We've become so similar (same scarves, same coat, same jeans, same fem brogues) we even started our antibiotics the same day.

Aye mi vida!! What is the world coming to!!

The news here is rubbish!! No wonder Americans are so stupid. In one news programme you will see a piece about a local robbery, or some other minor crime, a 'lifestyle' piece on a new diet, or new tattoo removal procedure and then some sport and some weather. I think ITV news would be considered hard hitting over here. Imagine if the local news replaced all main news bulletins and you had no information on the outside world...Madness! Thank god for the Guardian website.

Had the best time on Friday!!!

We decided to dance away our cares on Toby's last night by going to a rave dance party. Had such a blast and made some groovy new friends, Jenna (on the left) is mad!!!!! Gonna go out with them next Saturday, these guys live for the weekend!

Did I mention they bloody locked us out of our own house????

Alice doesn't live here anymore

We went to see Broadcast last night, really good gig preceded by the worst support band in the world, Tralala.
They were like a cross between Josie and The Pussycats, Spiceworld and Coyote Ugly. But Broadcast were good.

Here's a faraway blurry pic of them:

We had a few more drinks, about 8 gin and tonics later and then got a cab home:

Got home and couldn't get in the door. The locks had been changed.

They changed the locks!!

I managed to slide my skinny arm in the letterbox to open the front door. We went upstairs feeling a bit panicky to find that the inside door's lock had been changed and there was this notice taped to the front door:

So Toby climbed up the rusty shopfront and went across a ledge then pulled his whole body weight (not much) up to the window and let us in. We packed our bags -bear in mind this was two in the morning; and slept in our clothes in the same flea-ridden bed in the front room. Sam packed away her money and all our passports under her jumper. Thats hobo-life Sam for ya, always checking her emergency exits before settling down to sleep using her knapsack as a pillow.

Anyway we woke up after about four hours sleep and phoned Toby's uncle and went and called a cab to his house in West Harlem. We luckily managed to find a gorgeous flat today with front room and bedroom, internet phone and TV. Yay!!!

So our address is no longer 87 Kent St it is now 148 2a, 111th St, Manhattan.

Pig bones, "veggie" spring rolls, and rice gloop anyone???

Sunday I met up with Spam and Toby after I’d finished packing up at the art fair and we went to Chinatown for the WORST MEAL EVER, but we made up for it by buying a belt that says moron in diamante (me) and a programmable LED belt (spam). They are so cool but I am a bit too embarrassed to wear mine out. But I will.

Was a bit sad today as I realised that after Phil has been (15^th nov) and gone (20^th nov) I will only have one more month left here… I haven’t even seen anything yet because I’ve been working. New York is really fun, and everyone is really friendly; I don’t want to go back (yet). I’ve started looking for jobs for when I get back.

You can also play 'Pinnacle of Pain' with your friends' drinks

Whiskey Sour

Campari and Orange Juice

This one's for the ladies..aka I don't think toby was too impressed

BEST NEW GAME EVER:

Here is the song:

Pinnacle of pain
It’s the best game
Hotel Iso’s brain

Here are the directions:

Get a packet of Nerds, those tangy sour sweets from the very early 90’s, and pour out a handful. Eat. When you have reached the pinnacle of pain get your friend to take a picture. Repeat.

Think about buying a TV.

Our weekend

Friday night me, Sam and Toby went out in the Lower East Side, or LES as the trendoids call it. This is where my internship at The Cast is. We went to a few bars and then got some brilliant frozen margaritas to take away in a coffee cup. We went to another bar and then met with these kids who’d been to England once or something. We all went out to this club and danced like morons to the tippity top indie tunes.

Sam, Toby and I then took a cab home and Toby decided to get out and walk because he hated indie clubs…EVEN THOUGH WE WERE GOING HOME!!!!! Yeaass…Apparently I was just saying to Sam just leave him, just let him walk even though he had no idea where we were. It was a joke!

Anyway, after getting in at 4 in the morning..damn New York bars..I got up at ten (on a Saturday mind!) to go to Parkett to finish a transcription. I was so hungover I thought I was going to die. This woman dropped her phone in the subway and I got up and gave it to her and all these people were saying Woo! Good job lady! Or something but by that time I had already retreated into my cocoon of hell.

I then went to Chelsea to the Starrett Lehigh building with the amazing views to help Parkett’s stand at an art fair. It was pretty boring, but Moni who I work with is quite entertaining. Got home at about seven and Sam and Toby had only got up an hour ago!!!! We watched Tarnation which isn’t really the best hangover film but was good.

More crazy Japes!!

Here's some pictures from the real hallowe'en on Monday. i couldn't be bothered to dress up my reasons for this are different depending on which person you ask. Ask me and I would say I couldn't be bothered after Saturday. Ask Sam and she would say I was lame. I've given you the facts now make up your own minds.