Bess and I recently went on a Groupon date (her buy-one-get-one was about to expire and I REAPED ALL THE BENEFITS) to the Tibbs Drive-In here in Indy.
Honestly, I haven’t been to the drive-in since 2002, and that was a VERY DIFFERENT SCENARIO. I was in Michigan and went with my boyfriend, Adam. I was [...]
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Stranded at the Drive-In, Branded a Fool
Open Letter to Myself: 28 for 28, Part 2
On the way back from the Paul McCartney show, my friend Melissa turned to me and asked, “You have a birthday coming up, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Twenty-eight.” I shrugged, not knowing what more to add.
“Oh, twenty-eight is the BEST year!” she declared. She went on to say that all her friends would agree: if [...]
Open Letter to Myself: 28 for 28, Part 1.5
15. On your 28th Birthday, you’ll have to work late on a powerpoint for some god-awful presentation, and the dude who’s giving the presentation won’t know it’s your birthday, and you HATE HIM for this, but you’ll feel too proud to be like, “Dude, I should be drinking right now instead of formatting text boxes?” [...]
Open Letter to Myself: 28 for 28, Part 1.
Tomorrow is my 28th Birthday. Here is an open letter to myself. (First half.)
Dear Jenny,
1. Forget about being cool. The real you is awkward; embrace it. You know how there’s nothing more painful than watching someone try SO HARD to be cool? Yeah. Don’t do that.
2. Time and time again you’ll think about going vegan, [...]
Check It: Ezra Furman
Baby’s First Black-Out Drunk Purchase:
Sometime in April, I came home one afternoon to find this in my mailbox:
This is an autographed copy of Ezra Furman and the Harpoons latest, Mysterious Power. I was happy to receive it; however, I had no recollection of ever ordering it. I checked my bank statement and it turns out [...]
On Storytelling.
I used to get flustered when people asked me what kind of writing I did. Because I operate from a standpoint of near-constant self-deprecation (ack!), it’s taken me a while to consider what I do with any level of seriousness. I learned from Matt to just say, “I work mostly in creative non-fiction,” which usually [...]
I Can Haz Sum Slack?
Today was just…ugh.
The 40-hour 9-to-5, for me, is just kind of one big farce. For eight hours a day, I have to essentially pretend to be someone else. Smile. Be cheery. Do the work. Punch the clock. I do this, day in and day out, with the knowledge that eventually I’ll break out of it. [...]
Punky Power Existentialism
Every time someone announces her engagement or pregnancy, I have a two-second existential crisis.
Second One: DEAR GOD, WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE?
Second Two: What is wrong with ME?
Yep, I congratulate you, and then I immediately make it about me. Don’t worry, though — you ought to know that 1) I have a phenomenal [...]
10 Things You Didn’t Know about Harry Belafonte
About a year ago, I went to my first major league baseball game with my friends Katie and Nick. Katie had to work the event, so we had to get there super early. Nick and I, naturally, headed across the street from the ballpark and started drinking. It was Cardinals v. Reds, but I can [...]
Humphrey Bogart
One of my roommates has ringworm.
This isn’t my dog. This is Bess’s dog, Humphrey Bogart.
Bogie.
Yes, “Bogie” is what we yell when he chews things he shouldn’t. And barks at things he shouldn’t. And jumps on things he shouldn’t. Etc, etc. This happens often.
I suppose you could call him my fur nephew. I technically have no [...]
Weekend Reflections.
I’ve been kind of boring the past couple weekends.
I’m trying to save up for a couple weekend vacations this month (Nashville! New York!), and the only way I know how to save money is to sequester myself in my house and watch television programs on demand until I fall asleep. If I don’t literally lock [...]
Hot Licks on the Licorice Stick
What I really wanted to do was play the French Horn.
I don’t know how a child of six or seven manages to fixate on the idea of playing a particular musical instrument. I don’t know if I saw it on Sesame Street, or if a character from Punky Brewster played the French horn. Either way, [...]
In Which McCartney Wins All the Concerts.
This is the setlist for last night’s Paul McCartney concert at Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati. As a special treat, I highlighted the songs that made me cry! Just call me Sentimental McSap! Shocker.
Highlight = Tearduct Fail.
Best. Show. Ever.
And I’m not saying that in the way my generation so often does - when something’s good, [...]
Dr. Shoshana Schoenbaum.
Did you guys ever watch United States of Tara, on Showtime? You probably didn’t. No one watched it — which sucked when I went on a TORRENTING WHIRLWIND, watching Seasons 1 & 2 in one weekend and no one cared. NO ONE CARED.
And now the show is cancelled. Enjoy another season of Jersey Shore, America.
United [...]
In Which I Try to Sum up a Lifetime of Fandom in a Paragraph.
I have to see Paul McCartney before I die. Well, before he dies. I just have to.
- Me, February 9th, 2006.
Guess who I’m seeing tomorrow?!?!
Me, tomorrow night:
I’ll probably cry. Just a warning, Great American Ballpark. It’s just that - there’s no one bigger for me, concert-wise.
I have an hour in which to make my NaBloPoMo deadline, but I’m [...]