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Kramerica

2004-09-03T01:14:00.000-04:00

I went down to the deli and bought another beer just so I would be buzzed enough to say...

THESE PRETZELS ARE MAKING ME THIRSTY!

(i had to backspace a few times to get that right. spelling is the first casualty of drinking. and you can quote me on that.)

dg

Riot-Free Evening

2004-08-27T00:56:00.000-04:00

Went to a party on 7th Ave and 29th Street. 34th floor, overlooked the Garden...if you stretched your head a bit. Eve of the RNC, I believe. Not that anybody is going to riot on a lovely Friday afternoon, but I thought there might be a chance of disobedience while we were on the terrace drinking Bud and rum-n-Cokes.

But nothing. Nothing but a few helicopters in the vicinity. Weak. Like the Clash sang, I wanna riot.

Maybe next week. Maybe next week there will be some fireworks.

Then to the Delancey Bar, because hanging out with a bunch of cheeseballs near one of the world's most ugliest bridges gives you a lot of hipster points. Always. The basement, where the bands play, has less cheese than the main floor. Not much cheese, honestly. Heavy on the polo shirts, but light on the cheese. Thank God. The band was good, I bought a CD, got a free pin. My PC isn't reading the tracks so I can't listen to the songs.

Aw crap. I just realized I have to return a DVD to fuckin' Blockbuster. Those bastards. They get my money then they ruin my social calendar. !!!

what is paper mag anyway?

2004-08-26T01:59:00.000-04:00

earlier this evening i was at a paper mag party at the maritime, basically to load up on some of the worst free alcohol known to man. a photog snapped a photo of me and a co-worker, which is cool and everything except that i was rubbing my eyes and probably had my entire face hidden. that better not show up in that rag.

and why i'm up at 2am is beyond me. should have been asleep long ago.

i will say this about the party: i haven't seen that many attractive women since grambo posted celebratory olympic shots at whatevs. looking is all one can do, though, when the speakers are crankin at 115 decibels. hard to throw down blogger slang or pick up lines in that environ.

sofia, your sparkling wine blows. had to say it. sorry.

better rest up. there's another party tomorrow and from the looks of the email it's going to be a good one.

dg

I thought i had willpower

2004-08-22T23:11:00.000-04:00

The fact that I'm blogging at 11 on a sunday night is pretty pitiful. I met friends at a bar at 6 to have "a few drinks" and look what happened!

Earlier this evening we looked out the window and there were two middle-aged women, rather rotund ladies, who were looking at some buildings across the street. They were shining a flashlight onto the outside of building. I have no idea what they were looking at or for, but John Ashcroft may be very interested in seeing what was going on.

Also this evening, the street across from the bar was in its night-before-trash period. Trash collectors coming tomorrow morning. So I saw some speaker stands and asked ??? if she might want them. ??? said yes, and so me and ??? retrieved them. Turns out they might be too small for their speakers, but while we sat on barstools and chatted--in a group of four--they made for nice coasters. Yep, I just put my pint glass on top of the speaker coasters. Nice.

I'm going to watch a movie now. Goodnight.

coming out swinging

2004-08-22T22:49:00.000-04:00

fucking i picked upt this metal thing with a concrete base, i think it was a speaker stand, because it was garbage day. that was helpful when the hooligans and ne'er-dowells attacked us on the way back from the bar. and i beat those sumnabithces down.

okay that never happened, but we went out drinking with what'shisface who started this blog and started this whole argument that had to do with jobs and class and money. and you know that when you're drunk, well that's not a good time to re-write either the communist manifesto or manifest destiny. but anyways, we had a killer time drinking at some place i'm not supposed to say where because this blog is way too anonymous and what's up with that anyways? total buzzkill, i have nothing to talk about except...

sandimashighschoolfootballrules!

yeah

Qualifications?

2004-08-21T01:15:00.000-04:00

Crap. I'm not sure I qualify tonight. Not too much drinking, and I'm home at an early hour. And a few of them were rasberry Belgian lambics (sp?) from a place on W 4th.

A few things I might spill if I were more tipsy. Like the song says, "You'll just have to wait!"

Wait, what?

2004-08-19T08:05:00.000-04:00

How can i b e hungover if i'm still really drunk? that's the real question.

Hot Fussin'

2004-08-19T02:15:00.000-04:00

I came home and put on the Killers' Hot Fuss. What, am I some kind of damn groupie? Their show at the Bowery wasn't good enough to merit an early morning listening, frankly.

Always nice to get home at 2am on a school night, huh? I guess my boss won't mind. I'm not sure he has any idea what time I come and go. Makes me pity the people who have to be in at a certain time each day. And those of you who work at home...I have no idea how you do it! If it weren't for the fear of retribution, there would some days I'd have a very difficult time dragging my hung over ass into the office.

Then again, if I'm at my desk at 10:30am I'd be surprised.

Speaking of groupies...never mind.

Okay, so this is about the 16th out of the last 19 evenings that I've come home late and for the most part either buzzed or drunk. At what point am I an alcoholic? At what point will I build some tolerance? At what point will my body demand 19 hours of straight sleep?

Any day now. I have a feeling.

Drung Bloggin'

2004-08-19T02:10:00.000-04:00

Here are the rules:

- Blog only when drunk
- Don't share the password
- Try not to name your friends
- Don't by shy
- Don't fuck with the log in, password or exisiting blog entries

That's it. Have fun!