i got the whole world at my feet.

Got back from a nice weekend at the Hamptons.  Brief overview:

Friday- didn't get out there until around 5:30 pm.  You always hear people from the city complaining about Hamptons traffic and I can see why.  It took about three hours, during which we made small talk, big talk, and almost died a few times passing in and out of the carpool lanes- but had we not, who knows when we would have arrived, so one minor accident didn't seem like too high of a price to pay.  That night, we went out to East Hampton for dinner- although, had somewhat of a hard time finding a restaurant due to lack of a reservation and twenty million hungry people who had been waiting idly in the doorway ahead of us.  

Saturday- woke up and headed straight for the beach.  Found a huge hole that these kids must have spent hours digging and decided to bury someone in it.  Succeeded until only his head showed.  Then the kids came back and looked sad.  We felt bad for about a minute.  Then got over it.  The water wasn't too cold and although it was a bit rough, Patrice and I ventured in somewhat.  Went back to the mansion and changed for tennis.  Attempted to play doubles (tennis is the one sport I am unbelievably awful at).  Then gave up and decided to drink beer with everyone else.  Then decided to funnel beer.  Always a good idea.  Most of everyone proceeded to get considerably more inebriated as the day turned into night.  Went out to dinner at Bamboo- this trendy restaurant that for some reason (no one could really surmise why) happened to have a d.j. spinning as soon as you entered the door.  The food was good (Patrice and I ended up sharing sushi), the service was terrible.  Lots of weirdos/forty year olds dancing on drugs/gay dudes/drunks.  Interesting.  Went back to the house.   Two girls came over, but that turned into what can only be described as a train wreck fast.  So they left and everyone else continued to fight, drink, fight, drink, laugh, and watch movies.  A good night.

Sunday- stormed all day uncontrollably.  Played hide and go seek, which is a lot harder than you would think considering that the mansion was decorated super minimalistically.  Was fun.  Then watched movies, drank, and hung out.  Decided to cook dinner and dessert for all the boys.  Turned out good, could have been a lot better, but given everything, still good.  Patrice made teriyaki chicken, steak with wine sauce, and pasta with (one drop of) vodka sauce.  I made a yellow butter cake with chocolate frosting.  Everyone ate and then we watched a movie, drank, and played a game of beer pong.  Everyone played pretty badly.  But we won (although barely) and that's all that mattered.  

Monday- woke up, helped clean the house somewhat, and left for home.  Met the Innocentis in the city for dinner.  Then went home and passed out, for a long night of sleep.

So now it's time to buckle down and get ready for the Westchester apartment!  I can't believe I move in on Friday.  It's so soon and I have (almost) nothing ready.

My mother took me household shopping today and we ended up finding a few things- namely a dining set.  It's a black, shiny round table with these chairs:

Very modern and they're actually really comfortable, so it works.

My sister leaves for Costa Rica on Thursday so that is making everyone crazy, especially my parents.  Whatever.

My car won't be ready until the end of the week probably and I'm really annoyed about that since I thought it was supposed to be done today.  But what can you do.  

don't you know that it's insane?

Today, I got a ct scan on my brain to see if I may have suffered a concussion (minor or otherwise) during my lovely little car accident.  I don't think I did and neither did the doctor that I saw, but better safe than sorry, right?  Sure.  Whatever.  It was interesting.  Interesting, in that it meant I got to lay down and remain incredibly still for what felt like an hour but in actuality was about ten minutes while my electronic bed moved ever so slightly, up and down, left and right, in the midst of a half tunnel that looked like something straight out of Star Trek/Wars/one of those shows (you get it).  Perhaps, the correct term would be unpleasant.  It would have been tolerable had my Ipod not been dead and had it been a later hour than 11 a.m.  Unfortunately, this was not the case.  But all things given, it was an experience.

I have been attempting to pack my belongings for the move-in which will occur in one week.  This is easier said then done.  But I don't really mind it...the idea of the apartment is incredibly exciting for a number of reasons- for one, no more dirty clothes/going commando/being sockless!  Having a washer/dryer will seriously be a huge thing to look forward to.  Especially since it will be one less thing for me to waste money on.  

My computer is about to die and I am running out of (pointless?) things to say, so I'm afraid this is where I leave you, my dear and loyal readers.

Until further notice,

Your Humble Narrator

you sit there in your heart ache waiting for some beautiful boy to, save you from your own ways.

Since I was unable to leave the house today (car won't be fixed until tomorrow or something), I had plenty of time to catch up on some online shopping.  While this is not an activity which, under normal circumstances, I would consider to be particularly productive, I figured that it would save me some time & some actual shopping in finding things for my and Courtney's new apartment.  I move in on August 1st so there's just one mere week to get all of this shit together.  But it will happen.  Here's some things I'm hoping to pick up asap:

I used to be obsessed with Helmut Newton photography and this print really reminds me of it.  It will be perfect for my bedroom.
This just seems like it will go well with everything Courtney & I own.  For the living room.
I need lamps.  I'm probably going to bring these antique storm glass ones I have in my room at home but I thought this was cheeky and cute.  For my bedroom.

Another Newton-esque print for the bedroom.

I just thought this was funny- an ape and beer.  Random.  But I like it.  I'm thinking for the kitchen.

Everyone who knows me knows how much I love books.  So it's only natural that I should have a lot of storage for them in my room.  
We have a living room with a fireplace that I think this would fit well in.  I really like this color.
So, I have a bed at home but I like this one.  Plus I get bored & like to move my furniture around a lot & this looks like it would be conducive to that.
Similar color to the other chair I picked out.  Also for the living room as extra seating.  Still need to find a couch & some sort of armchair, but I'd like to opt vintage for those.
I love chandeliers and I love colors and I think it will be nice lighting for the living room. 

A coat hanger.  Hey, it's practical.  And hopefully will reduce the excess clothing problem.

Obviously, a shower curtain for the bathroom.  I thought this one was really different- it's a Patrick McMullan photo from Studio 54.  

and i want to know my fate, if i keep up this way

Fuck Uber.  It has been a royal bitch lately so I have made an executive decision to take my blogging business elsewhere.  And here, at blogspot, I have arrived.  Why, hello.

The past weekend was a whirlwind of fun times, hot weather, and incoherence.  I shall elaborate below.

It was kicked off with a venture of Mariko and Sarah to the humble apartment of Lucien and Tine (note: although the latter does not necessarily possess legitimate "ownership" of aforementioned apartment, she might as well given her pseudo marriage to Lucien built on the basis of bacon and Death Cab) on the Upper East Side.  We went out to a strangely kitschy (as in campy, as in tacky) bbq restaurant because it was packed full of hopped up twenty-somethings and offered thoughtful creations such as "frickles" (translation: fried pickles- sounds gross, but quite good in actuality) and fishbowl drinks that come with a billion crazy straws and a toy alligator.  We named our alligator Melvin.  Mariko wanted to name him Ally, but Tine wrote Melvin in Sharpie on his stomach before she could say otherwise.  We took Melvin with us to Coney Island for the Siren Fest, which is basically a day of free music where twenty million hipsters take over Coney Island and try to eat your soul.  It was a great experience.  I'm not being sarcastic, for once.  We got there in the afternoon, hung out on the beach, created a game (Have a Sand Ball) because we were impossibly bored and wary of swimming in possible STD/syringe infested waters, and then listened to good music.  Islands was amazing- just as good, if not better than when Angel and I saw them at Webster Hall.  Angel, Oli, Jown, and Sonja met us and boogied down.  It was hot outside.  Everyone was dancing.  Everyone was loving it.  There was one point where everyone was getting pushed around and we almost got shoved over one of those metal police fences but we were dazed anyway, so it was okay.

On the subway on the way back, everyone listened to Ipods and/or fell asleep.  Narrow Stairs has been getting a lot of play between our group of friends.  When we got back to the apartment, Carmen took a shower, Lucien tried to go to bed, Tine disappeared into Matt's room, and Mariko and I played a game called Drunk Driver (note: does not involve drunk driving, my friends).  That was mistake number one.  Kidding.  By the time Carmen got out of the shower, we should have stopped.  Instead, we decided to play Circle of Death (which is similar to kings and note: I can see why they call it that).  We watched Brokeback Mountain because it was the only thing on t.v. and like no one had seen it and called Courtney to ask her why Jake Gyllenhal was beating his wet clothing with sticks.  At some point, I fell asleep in Lucien's kitchen.  Then made my way to the sleeper sofa.  Couldn't tell you when.

Sunday was the Santogold concert in Central Park.  We got there at 2 and listened to random (although good) d.j.s that all sounded the same for four hours until Santogold went on.  Tine, Lotty, and I went on a seemingly impossible mission down Lexington Avenue to find salt & vineager chips.  The UES is full of high class whores and couture clothing, not delis, apparently.  Made it back just in time for Santogold.  She was good, but it wasn't amazing.  For some reason, no one danced.  Too pretentious, I suppose.

Lotty and I took the subway together to Grand Central, then parted ways and I found myself on the shuttle to Port Authority and subsequently, on a bus back home to good old New Jersey.

Oh and I forgot to mention, I got hit by a commercial truck a few days ago.  The whole side of my car is fucked up.  A piece came off.  It was sad.  My back/neck/shoulders hurt.  I have really bad black and blue bruises on my left knee and foot (which my Dad is convinced may be broken).  Hopefully the car will be fixed soon and I will be fixed soon.  We will see.

Well, that was my weekend.  Epic?  Yes, yes, and yes.