Tag Archives: libations

A Moment.

In these, the last  days of NaBloPoMo July, I’m having a hella battle with writer’s block. Tonight, scouring my hard drive in hopes of finding some scrap of inspiration, I came across a set of photographs from early January, when we celebrated Sebastien’s birthday in Cincinnati. However, I’d only taken a handful of sober shots, [...]

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More Filth and Stripes. This time with more Bubba.

A little over a year ago, Katie and I met our friend Bubba. Whom you might know as “Brian,” but…whatever. He’s Bubba. Prior to that, our friend Uriaha constantly regaled us with stories of this best friend, stories that always started “Me and Bubba,” or “Bubba did the funniest thing,” or  ”My friend Bubba makes [...]

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Photos and a Pinky Swear

Some more photos from last Sunday. These were shot on the back “porch” of RadioRadio for the We Were Promised Jetpacks show.

More at my Flickr set, “Epic Weekend #985231495.”
This was a pretty hazy night, especially for a Sunday — one of those where you wake up and hope to God you didn’t say something too [...]

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Why I Shouldn’t Drink During the Olympics

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Surrender Jennifer

At around 2am on a Friday night, I was standing outside Dorman Street, drunkenly whining into my phone. On the other end? Matt Wilson, Brooklyn. My best friend since high school.
“I need you to do me a big favor. I need you to tell me that boys are stupid. And that I’m pretty.”
“We’re idiots, all of [...]

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In Which I Expose Myself to Ridicule..Not Unlike Every Entry on This Blog.

HEY. Guess who has two thumbs and has more time to edit photos she took, oh…FOUR MONTHS AGO? THIS KID.
Here’s the thing. I am not a professional photographer. I was not paid to take pictures of the Monolith Music Festival. I simply had the badge that said I could.
Said badge also got me into the [...]

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Moses Supposes

I’m trying to do NaBloPoMo for May, but sometimes I drink Chardonnay too early in the evening, like today, and I’m nearly three glasses in and I just want to watch the results show of Dancing with the Stars, but I’m JUUUSSSTTT sober enough to keep the commitment, so I will talk about Broadway msuicals.  [...]

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In-N-Out. N-In. N-Out.

It was uttered on the lips of many when I mentioned my future ventures to the west coast: the DOUBLE-DOUBLE. In order for my trip to California to be successful, I was to slide one of these fatty treats down the ol’ gullet.

And you’re thinking to yourself, Jesus, Jenn. What a disgusting phrase juxtaposed with [...]

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A Pie Chart Summary

Okay okay - about this:

ONE!
Lockerbie Pub.  My favorite bar in the entire world.  Largely because I frequently gather there with my favorite people.  Moreover, it is the quinessential, no-frills, no-bros kind of establishment. The jukebox is kickin’, the drinks are strong, and the conversation is stellar. Love love love.
TWO!
Jeff at Lockerbie Pub.  Speaking of love, [...]

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Night in the Chi

Last Saturday, I went with Jess, Delbert, and  Sharod Sherod? Shahrod? their friend to Duffy’s downtown.  They had some sort of deal for all-you-can-drink until 11pm.  $20.  Lovely. I was also SO happy to meet up with Jenna, a good friend from high school, who met us there with her boyfriend Chris. I haven’t seen [...]

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Chicago, that toddlin’ town…

I headed over to the Windy City to visit my BFF Jessica last weekend!
One of the things I discovered about myself this weekend is that toll roads stress me out.  They stress me out because I have this habit of throwing anything I don’t need right that second into the landfill that is my car’s [...]

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Intervention.

Entries on this main page: 20
Entries mentioning alcohol, or containing pictures of me with drink in hand: 11
Entries mentioning drugs, legal or otherwise: 3
Conclusion: I need to dry out for a second, or at least stop talking about it like a 16 year old boy who just broke into his parent’s liquor cabinet.
That’s my goal.
….starting [...]

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Giving it a Hurl

You know what I did yesterday? I threw up.
I haven’t done that since my Lost Thursday of ‘05.
Saturday was Katie’s birthday celebration, and we sat poolside drinking vodka lemonades, and the next thing I know I am walking around Meijer the next day, shopping for hangover cures (Aleve and Easy Mac), and I’m thinking, “You [...]

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Jeezikah Got Married, Part 293843: The Reception

My dad took these from inside the reception while I was outside getting hammered!
(Other things my dad said: “Don’t get any ideas. For your wedding, we’re bringing in White Castle.”)

The positively glowing Jessica at the head table…

Annie giving her toast. “To the journey!”

Here’s me and Nick eating our delicious wedding meal. I had Eggplant Napoleon [...]

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Jeezikah Got Married, Part IV: Pre-Reception

Jess’s reception was at The Pennsylvanian, which used to be a railroad station.

(Probably the first and last time I will ride in a stretch hummer.)

In the rotunda was a raw bar, an antipasto table, and a glorious waitstaff that brought amazing foodstuffs TO YOU. Like LAMB LOLLIPOPS. (I very proudly used my Food Network/Top Chef [...]

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