Showing posts with label my friend Alex the iBanker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my friend Alex the iBanker. Show all posts

Monday, May 12, 2008

*hearts* for Twinkie-dom

Points for yellow:
1. I *heart* handwashing the dishes.
2. I *heart* Asian food and beverages.
3. I *heart* taking more pictures than is absolutely necessary.
4. I *heart* trying to be squirrelly.
5. I *heart* sappy music videos. Not gonna lie.

Points for white:
1. I *heart* indie music. If I could, I'd marry it.
2. I *heart* Arrested Development, Jason Bateman, and Michael Cera.
3. I *heart* coffee.
4. I *heart* scarves. Especially homemade ones Mamma Su makes me.
5. I *heart* tshirts. Graphic ones and the ones I wore in high school.

Combined, they still don't outdo my MF points! Go figure.

Monday, April 7, 2008

a clam!

Fools Fest this past weekend = fun times.

I played one game of coed with the Penn State crew, where I was crowned Prom Queen by Enchantment In The C. It came complete with a ceremonial tiara, corsage, and posed picture-taking with the Prom King -- Cutie McCutie Pie, Jon Ferrer. I never found out how the picture turned out.

I forgot how much I loooove playing with my bestest friends in the whole wide world. And I forgot how much fun it is to watch The Crab, Judy, Alex the iBanker, and the rest of the gang shake it like a polaroid picture on the dance floor. These are the memories of Fools Fest -- and the friends -- that make me one happy clam.

Came home on Sun to an afternoon of ridiculousness at Kokomos Bar & Grill in Yo-town, where a Tigerator, The Truth, and I proceeded -- for six straight hours -- to charm the waitstaff and several unsuspecting patrons. It was our jukebox picks and winning personalities. Was in bed by 9:30 and slept like a little baby.

Work today was a breeze.

Tonight was the last, rec league bball game of the winter season. And I'll miss it -- I'll miss the hustle. We finished a close 2nd.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

tencent mix #4: timestamp, the open road



I once promised Alex the iBanker a teleportation device, so that we might visit and play whenever we please. Until I have a better grasp of wormholes, the string theory, and the space-time continuum, the both of us will have to stick with driving and our love for -- and freakishly similar tastes in -- indie and pop music, to keep us company.

This mix is for you, Alex. Sadly, it seems that I'll have to trade the automobile (zoom zoom...) for a jet plane very soon.

Here are a few additions to The List:

1) Lacrosse
2) Short story edition of The New Yorker
3) Pac Sun