Sunday, December 24, 2006

last post of the year

Instead of packing I went to get sushi for lunch at Ninja with Lauren then flew home. (I travel light.) Back here I've gone out to eat a lot, done last-minute gift shopping at malls and been unsuccessful, watched Casino Royale a second time with my mom, saw The X-Men Trilogy again with Adrian but out of order, been searching for that Wii thing, and gone to a few Christmas parties.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

'06 was pretty much The Best Year Ever...
Let's close it with the killers' new single.


December - my own photos

What Lauren and I look like in blurry beer vision

Chad's and my celebratory dinner after winning at blackjack

Snake&Jake's Christmas Club Lounge with Sarah

Tits McGee at her going away party

December - other people's pics

end of the hello goodbye party - photo courtesy of George Bartlett

drinking dreidel or "drinkel" - photo courtesy of Georgia Whiddon

the big bad wolf and the three little pretties - photo courtesy of Wes Jeffers

after a successful pub crawl - photo courtesy of Becca Johnson

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

All good things...


...must come to an end. This time the good thing is fall semester '06.

I went to dinner at Babylon with Shannon, Jenna, and some of her friends. I'm going to miss Jenna. (What kind of silly Jacque girl graduates early and moves away with her boyfriend???) We reminisced on some fun memories partially obscured by alcohol, and both got the baked eggplant sandwich. Delicious.

After saying "seeya at Mardi Gras" to Jenna, I came home and chilled until Lauren and I went out to Uptown Cajun because she'd never been and we wanted to take advantage of the pitcher special.Well, they were really busy and out of pitchers, so we went to both Bruno's bars and then came back to split a pitcher of whiskey and soda. Greg was bartending, which was a pleasant surprise. Some friends met up with us and we sang (and sometimes clapped) along to the excellent playlist Uptown Cajun had.

At one point Josh said that whenever he sees tampon commercials, he thinks of home.

(He's from Tampa, which makes him a Tampan I suppose.)

After that, Lauren and he spent about an hour and the entire walk home arguing about Florida.

Good times.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

no classes = awesome

Lauren and I closed out Sunday night by goin' to Cooter Brown's, which I think qualifies as our regular haunt now. Lizzie came too and was nice enough to drive. We played pool, split a pitcher, and (of course) ate cheese fries.

Yesterday was entirely laidback and chill. It was great. I spent my day cooking, eating, going to the gym, watching television with Peter, seeing Blood Diamond with Shannon and Lizzie "Blood" Diamond, chatting online with Lauren, and going out with Josh, Joe, and some of their friends.

We went to Dragon's Den on Frenchmen, where Jody eventually met up with us because apparently Tucks wasn't that fun last night.

Apparently "the alley pic" is a tradition.

Then we went to F&M's for a quick round and snacks.

You know F&M's is dead when people actually play pool.

After quick stops at both Bruno's (old and new) and seeing The Boot closed at only three in the morning, we decided to call it a night.

Peter left for home a few hours ago.

And then there was one...

Monday, December 18, 2006

best day of Lauren's life

Well, that's what she said. She called me when she got off work to wake me up and tell me to wake up Peter for our long-awaited lunch.

I missed Shannon's call, so I returned it. She came to eat too.

So when we got to Harrah's for the buffet, we realized it was Champagne Brunch. So we had to ante up a bit more than we planned, but it was so worth it.

What a great buffet with lots of delicious food, free mimosas, and Lauren's chocolate fountain.

After that I decided to play a little blackjack and have some Johnnie Walker Black and Lauren and Peter decided to join as well.

We all won, and Lauren and I even doubled our money. Then we went to Blockbuster to get Pulse aka "Veronica Mars and Boone Carlyle Vs. Cyber Demons." Oh yeah, you love it.

They're sexymart enough to fix cars without tools.

If you've forgotten how significant that movie, let me refer you to perhaps my favorite voicemail of all time:

"Andrew! hi, it's Lauren, um [laughs] (Peter in background: 'okay, drunk dial.') I'm not drunk-dialing you. I'm calling you about something important! I want... [laughs] I want to go see the movie Pulse when you get back because I really want to see it, and I think you'llgosee it with me ('drunk diiial') so please dooon't see it without me. call me back. bye. ('drunk di-') [click]"

Sunday, December 17, 2006

'tis the season

This is by far the longest entry I've written a while. Mad props and a little extra holiday cheer if you get through it all.

Wednesday night Rachel (Kinks/Prudence Rachel) and Wes convinced me to take a study break from my last final and go to Celebration Under The Oaks in City Park with them, Tara, Alison, and some other friends.

It put me in the holiday spirit! We roamed around Storyland with all the fairy tales, bedtime stories, and nursery rhymes and took pictures like we were little kids.

They had all sorts of fun including Christmas trees decorated with ornaments schoolchildren made, a Cajun night before Christmas, a living nativity scene (that we missed), rides, Santa, and a laser light show. And if you like little light-up villages, you'd love the miniature New Orleans city, with distinct neighborhoods and streetcars even.

Thursday morning I took my last exam of the semester. Freedom!

To celebrate, Rachel, Tara, Becky and I went to Nirvana and over-ate as usual. Well, Becky didn't but whatever.

That night I got to see Alifun for the second night in the row! (But not in her actual home of course.) Since her boyfriend Frazer was getting kicked out by his landlord for no good reason, she decided to host her graduation shindig there... aka "The Loudest Party EVER" and give that landlord a good reason. Alison... always stickin' it to the man.

After that I met up with Shannon AND Jenna to celebrate J's last Thurs before she graduates college. We hit up Bruno's and Miss Mae's. I'm glad Jenna takes the "calcium" - She must have meant vitamin C. - in her screwdrivers so seriously.

Then those two decided to go home and talk to/about their long-distance boyfriends or something, so I stayed out and hit up Grits (ugh, very briefly) and then F&M's with Audrey, Aurell, and Dalia. A blast from the past, Jason "Delt" Talley, was kind enough to give me a lift home. (We ran into each other outside F&M's.)

Friday I got up by sheer will power alone (and David surely would've woken me had I not) to go with him to Dunbar's for some serious artery clogging. We both got gumbo, red beans and rice, and their perfected fried chicken. That was entirely too much. We went to Winn-Dixie right after, so he could pick up the applesauce and sour cream for Lizzie's Christmakkuh Party. It was hard to walk.

Back on campus, while David entered cholesterol-induced-hibernation, I went to wish Tara happy holidays since she was leaving early the next morning. I miss my JigglyJuggs already. It was SO hard to walk the two blocks to her office.

That evening was the Christmakkuh party! Lizzie decorated her apartment with lights, two-dimensional-tree, faux-fire, and blue stockings. She also served her guests latkes and kugel. Delicious. There were also several kinds of holiday cookies, chocolate coins, and a butter/cheese/caramel popcorn tub.

Drinks were not lacking either. My contribution was hot apple cider, and Chris' was eggnog. And... there was Manischewitz. Then for some reason Rachel (Virginia Rachel) suggested we play Drinking Dreidel. (I abbreviated it to "Drinkel.") And for some other reason, David and I thought it would be a great idea! The three of us (with just a little help from Jon and Graham, who each played 5-10 minutes of the game) finished two battles of Mani.

Drink(ing Dreid)el was not a good idea. And neither was the rum that followed when I decided to meet up with Conrad, Ben, and Katy. But hey, I had to see them before they left for Christmas.

Saturday I was actually productive and cleaned my room and some of the apartment. Miss Molly called me in the afternoon to tell me about her Catholic Center Christmas Party at her house and how I HAD "to bring Whitney!" It made my afternoon.

Too bad Whitney left the other day. The party was still fun. Lots of friends and some friendly, familiar faces. A million kinds of cheese with crackers, jellies, and vegetables. Bottle beers and fine wines. Some amazing chili with sides of rice, corn, salad, coleslaw, and rolls. And too many desserts (if there is such a thing).

I love family parties because meeting people's parents, children, siblings, and other relatives is one of my favorite things.

An assortment of pastors, both past and present, were there too. As I was leaving, Fr. John said "God bless you," Fr. Jose said "Be good," and Fr. Carl said "You must be going to another party with maybe food but surely drink." Which do you think knows me best?

I went to "Welcome back Dooner, Cya Later Brandi" (in reality spelled "Brandie" with an E) at the Nashville House to celebrate Dooner's homecoming and Brandie's departure.

And besides those two parties I managed to go to Snake & Jake's Christmas Club Lounge with Lauren and Sarah. (Decorated for Yule all year but Lauren had never been and Sarah and I thought it a perfect time to go.) And somehow some of the Nashville House die-hards and I went to Bruno's before calling it a night an hour or so ago.

Sunday. It is SO time for bed.

examenes

I started Tuesday by seeing Chad off, so the fun stopped there.

I roofied my English final, slept with her, and made her take a walk of shame home. But I did NOT rape her. (I take issue with usage of that as slang.)

I got out early and ran into Ben on the quad, so we we caught up for a bit, recapping our (rather drunken) weekends for each other.

And I've been saying for a while I was going to be "double-teamed by my Stats Final and my Calc Final." But I didn't realize until the afternoon before that those bitches would be simultaneous from eight to twelve. Seriously. I hate math.

So I E-mailed my teachers but got no response, so I trekked over to Gibson. I ran into Riedel first, and Norbert told me I should take his exam by virture of the fact that he was the one with whom I spoke.

Just to be nice, I went over to Dupre before he proctored his stats final, and Maurice (some call him "Diamond") told me he'd just sent me an E-mail (from the exam room) and wanted to meet at one for me to take his final. Thank God.

If I had less integrity, I would've sent Adrian to take my calc final and handled the stats myself. But I'm a good person.

So Dupre told me I could "take it in the library." (We were in Gibson, across campus.) And I was like, that's a walk. And then he told me I could take it in the math library, only a flight of stairs away.

If I had less integrity, I would've utilized my books and notes since he was gone and I was in that room by myself. Oh, not to mention it's the MATH LIBRARY, and I could've utilized those resources too.

After surviving mathematical Scylla and Charybdis, I studied all afternoon and most evening for my last final, animal behavior.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

fun weekend

Thursday was great. I got to see three live musical performances.

Jonathan sang us a song he wrote for our English class as a review / "closing remarks" to end the semester.

Better Than Ezra played their awesome free show at McAlister in celebration of the new LBC UC.

Kermit Ruffins' live set at Vaughan's which, to Rachel's, Tara's, Ian's, and my collective dismay, he didn't finish because he got high even though he played through the blackouts.

Friday night was the pub crawl that Lauren and Becca had planned since they couldn't get drunk at the date party.

It seemed like so many of my favorite people (including CHAD!) were at Boot happy hour. Then a bunch of us (people kept comin' and goin') hit up Phillips, New Bruno's, Old Bruno's (where "Team Cleavage" stopped to dominate Photo Hunt), even TJ Quills for quick shots, Uptown Cajun, The Palms, and then The Boot again. Lauren, Lizzie, Leah, Becca, and I were the only five to "survive" the night.

And I tried to piggyback Lauren and Lizzie home (one at a time) but neither would last long before the other would yank her off.

Back at Lauren's, the two of us chilled with Sarah, ate honey nut cheerios, and then watched as Lauren lit a napkin on fire while labeling it "worst idea ever."

Saturday I had lunch at Babylon's Cafe with Adrian and Chad. I studied all afternoon then went to dinner and margaritas at Felipe's with Shannon. We were impressed by their full bar and then realized the owner also owns the liquor store across the street. After that it was Cooter Brown's with Lauren. Mission unaccomplished.

Sunday afternoon, Chad and I went down to the French Quarter to spend the afternoon at Harrah's drinking Johnnie Walker Black and playing blackjack. We were successful enough to buy a nice dinner at Cafe Giovanni on Decatur afterwards. We split prosciutto pinwheels as appetizers and a bottle of pinot noir, he had the shellfish stuffed shells in cream sauce over spinach, and I had duck breast in truffle sauce with crawfish and eggplant stuffing. After stuffing ourselves, we quickly walked down Bourbon Street for convention's sake and stopped real quick at Tropical Isle before heading back uptown to The Boot to play pool.

Today Lauren and I had to postpone the buffet lunch we were so excited about last night, so I went to the bubble for sushi with Chad and his Latinas. After a brief visit to Newcomb, Michelle, he, and I took the Tulane shuttle downtown to Riverwalk Mall so she could buy presents at The Body Shop while he felt the need to interact with everything labeled "Try Me!"

We went to Harrah's after since it was on the way back or whatever, and it wasn't as successful as yesterday but still fun and "free" drinks.

I studied for my English final with two classmates for about two hours and then went to Cram Jam with David, Lauren, and Stephanie.

Tomorrow when Chad leaves, my fun ends. I'm going to disconnect my internet and silence my phone...

...because now I have to deal with those pesky finals.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

December?

I suppose it's time for an update.

The rest of Thanksgiving break I spent with my mom since my dad left on a well-planned trip the day after Thanksgiving and Adrian was seeing all his friends back from college for the first time. We shopped, cooked, played with our dog, saw The Prestige, saw The Departed (again), and ate a lot.

Since coming back here it's been the usual weekly stuff... grocery shopping, visiting Tara at Cafe Luna, going with Lauren to Cooter Brown's, having Bubble lunches with Rachel, going to classes, and studying. Ugh. But the semester's almost over anyway. And I saw Casino Royale, and, very minor nitpicking aside, it was awesome.

The Phi Sigma Pi "pick your poison" party was this past weekend, and the lovely Lizzie asked me to be her date. She was a Bahama Mama, I was an Irish Car Bomb, and everyone else was costumed as another alcoholic beverage. After the party at Grits officially ended some of us wound up at F&M's and then utilized Tulane's wonderful Safe Ride back to The Big Easy for late night food.

Mixed Drinks: Screwdriver, White Russian, Long Island
Iced Tea, Irish Car Bomb, Dirty Girl Scout, and Muff Diver


Last night Becca made chili and of course served it with sour cream and shredded cheddar cheese. AND she made brownies with frosting. Dinner was awesome, and the lucky group she served sat around watching (critiquing) Wife Swap and Supernanny... mostly because I think everyone was too busy talking to get up and change the channel.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

feast for four

a very Marin thanksgiving:
  • turkey
  • stuffing with oysters and ground pork tenderloin
  • cranberry sauce with Grand Marnier
  • mashed potatoes
  • sweet potato casserole
  • corn pudding
  • baked green beans
  • butternut squash soup
  • white wine
  • pumpkin pie
  • peach pie
  • ... a la mode

Monday, November 20, 2006

Thanksgiving Pre-Game

Warning: This entry is entirely about food.

This weekend has been spectacular.

Friday afternoon was the "Aron Block Party" which basically meant a few hundred pizzas and a few hundred beers. All free.

Right after that was Thank God It's Newcomb which meant free cookie cake, cheese and fruit platters, snowballs, and of course, pizza.

And there was the architecture Thanksgiving/auction thing also, but I was too full to walk over there and eat more.

Last night was the best on-campus dinner ever.

Some friends and I did an early Thanksgiving potluck. We had a thirteen-pound turkey, gravy, cranberry sauce, the stuffing, roasted potatoes, sweet potato fries AND sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, four kinds of pies (apple, pecan, chocolate and pumpkin), and wine and beer. Stephanie opened the night with a spinach crab dip appetizer (that felt very "Maryland") and and closed it with hot chocolate "flavored" with mint schnapps. I was the taste-tester and thought the proportions were ideal even though some thought the hot chocolate was a bit strongly flavored.

After that Lauren and I went to Cooter Brown's, which was fun even though my stomach was too full to hold any significant amount of beer. A few friends came and went, but we had fun. Because we were so full, we actually did not get cheese fries even though we felt we should have them for the sake of tradition.

For dinner today, Stephanie suggested Raising Cane's. It was amazing. No surprise there.

As Amelia has quoted me (correctly!) in her away message:

"We should have Thanksgiving every week!"

Thursday, November 16, 2006

thought of the morning

When the trainer at the gym looks at you like he's spotted a long-lost friend seen a ghost, that's probably . . . not good?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

MRS. Peacock???

[Okay, maybe not, but it was too funny not to use...]

Jacque and Jason are getting married!

CONGRATULATIONS, J&J!

The happy couple here in New Orleans for Halloween weekend

Just a minor FYI for those of you not already notified by facebook through her profile, our walls, or the menacing stalker-feed.

Oh. My. God. We are old, but this is cause for celebration.

Even if I don't know what I'll be doing the rest of my life, at least I know what I'll be doing the first weekend of next August. Not being a bridesmaid but still obligated to attend as if I was one.

I guess that ends the JacqueAndrewTara speculation from drunk daiquiri Sunday at the levee about when this would happen...

Tara, stop crying. The fact that Jacque's first priority is an open bar for the reception is proof not only that she still loves us but also that she wants us to be happy! The girl's brilliant.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

sexual chocolate!

That may have been misleading. There is nothing remotely sexual nor remotely chocolate (unless you count the ice cream) about this post.

Friday night
was pretty laidback. I went with some friends to The Creole Creamery. Four of them attempted the Tchoupitoulas Challenge, and the rest of us were there for moral support.

Wes, Julie, Amelia, and Lauren were all defeated by their sundaes.

Sadly no one succeeded, so after a heavy amount of water and an even heavier amount of quality girl bonding bulimia time, we went to Bruno's to get food and, oddly enough, no drinks. I was surprised by and impressed with the quality of their burgers and cheese fries.

Saturday night
was supposed to be laidback. I was going to study and go to bed early after watching with Peter one of the funniest movies ever. It was on TV so no cussing, but it was still hilarious. I'll give you two hints. The first is the name of this post, and the second is this currency:

Yes, that is Eddie Murphy.

And then Shannon called and announced she was "doing something crazy tonight." My first instinct was coke off a stripper, but she meant that she was going out and drinking. This might not seem like much, but Shannon is usually responsible and whatever. It was Jenna (and coincidentally/auspiciously her boyfriend Jerry's) birthday. They and a bunch of their friends were originally going to Bruno's? Maybe? But we wound up everywhere else. The night began at Fat Harry's, and then proceeded to Delachaise (a lesbian? wine bar), and then danced on to F&M's, and then stumbled into The Palms. It was a fantastic night, and Jenna and Jerry are decidedly the cutest couple ever. In fact, if they weren't so cute, I'd hate them. Just the right amounts of genuine sweetness and bickering sarcasm. We left the bar past five in the morning after way too many drinks and Jenna meeting some guy we're going to call "Scott."

Aurell, JJ, Jerry, Jenna, myself, and Kristin


Sunday night
was mostly recovery. I went to dinner at Mona's with the Pitt St. Pretties, and we debated the issue, "Having sex or being called someone's girlfriend? Which should come first?" No pun intended.

Tonight
was fantastic! Whitney and her friend took on the Tchoupitoulas Challenge, the mountainous ice cream sundae of eight scoops, eight toppings, whipped cream, sprinkles, and cherries. Her friend Emily gave up with an amount left that was something between Amelia and Wes. Miss Walker on the other hand...

33 minutes!

She's amazing and joins Matt and me on the ice cream parlor's plaque.

No, I don't know how I managed or if I'll ever do it again.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Why...

...does everyone else look cute and I look like an idiot???

That was the question Ryanne posed when she walked into Lauren and Stephanie's apartment before 80s Night.

The answer: Because we didn't get the memo "tonight is the night we all dress in eighties garb."

And we might've, had she actually sent one out.

She was rocking the side ponytail though.

We went to One Eyed Jack's to meet up with Bryan&Co.

Easily the best post-Katrina 80s night...

Easily the best Thursday of senior year so far...

The place was packed with dancing people, the mix of music was top notch, Ashley Merhottie was there, Tara made a post-Vaughan's surprise experience, we drank a lot and smoked just a little, and I even got a cigarette burn or two from She of the Spectacular Boobs.

Drunken Debauchery December is on its way, and I can't wait. "Be there or suck at life," says Chad. He informed me yesterday that he'll be back in New Orleans before the semester ends.

That is motivation to study hard and spend easy in preparation.

Chad: andrew you really need to write a book
Me: "how to go to college but not really?"
Chad: no, your book should be like, i do all the shit other people wish they did all the time but only do once in a while


For anyone else who missed the amazing new Spider-Man 3 trailer last night, here's a link to it.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

what a glorious day

I registered for my classes for my final (say a prayer) semester at Tulane, Britney Spears has finally sent off a long overdue Fed-Ex shipment, and LOST aired its mini-season finale!

My afternoon was pretty laidback. Shannon and I went to Whole Foods, Café Luna to visit JigglyJuggs and get some cold beverages, and Blue Frog Chocolates. I like Shannon for several reasons among which are the facts that she likes dark chocolate probably as much as I do and that she hates the taste of coffee. (Those who know me well know I don’t like coffee, I just enjoy the tastes that cover it up like caramel and, today, mint chocolate.)

After that I came back here and shaved and got presentable, and Lauren and I went to The Melting Pot and caught up over a bottle of wine and cheese and chocolate fondues. Granted, we got drunk and missed the first quarter of LOST. Of course we'll see it as soon as possible, but the food was worth it.

I feel bad because in our tardy absence we missed Whitney and Wes, but I'll make it up to them... somehow.

Immediately after the episode ended, I received irate phone calls from Whit and my mommy. Whitney had a problem with not enough happening in the episode, and a very medicated (antibiotics!) mommy was upset about the break in the season. I bitched about the break already months ago. As an alumni of the school of I-hate-reruns, I completely prefer six-new-episodes-straight and eighteen-straight even if it means some waiting in between.

So in honor of the good day, I'm posting one of my favorite pictures ever from Esquire magazine. To me it is a symbol - Notice the Mardi Gras beads! - of New Orleans and Britney in 2005 before the catastrophes of Katrina and K-Fed. New Orleans is on its way back, now let us hope Britney is too.

And in honor of the also smoking hot Evangeline Lilly, here is what I think should be Kates next flashback on LOST:



Wednesday, November 08, 2006

the week's off to a good start.

Okay, so I'm behind again but not as badly as before. Sunday the internet wasn't cooperating, and yesterday I kind of got drunk randomly. Bygones.

David's birthday celebration was on Saturday night at Cooter Brown's. Several of his friends, several beers, several orders of cheese fries, and several shots. Fun David came back for the night, and it was good times. Even though he refused to do a body shot off of Peter, who was even conveniently sitting next to him, Fun David gave us a rendition of the power ballad "The Power of Love" on the car ride which segued into "Get Low" when Lizzie changed the station. And then he kind of got pushed fell into the bushes.

Any night that involves David looking like this halfway through...

...and looking like this by the end...

...is a good night.

Last night was supposed to be serious studying, but leave it to David to give me a present (screening passes) on his birthday, so Guy, Whitney, and I drove out to Elmwood but found out the Babel screening was already full. So we went to Applebee's Neighborhood Bar and Grill – Hello, Jewelyn "Humpy" Wellborn – and got dinner and more importantly drinks. We had the nicest, most patient waitress ever. The major question of the night was which TV show had the theme song "Closer to Free" which was playing at the restaurant.

Everybody wants to live
How they wanna live
And everybody wants to love
Like they wanna love
And everybody wants to be
Closer to Free

All three of us wondered independently before discussing it, and everyone immediately thought of "Friends" and then immediately knew that was wrong. I actually guessed correctly but wasn’t assertive enough, so we kept guessing and eventually called Tully who provided us with the answer.

After that, Whitney and I came back here and put a serious dent into a handle of Bacardi and watched The Rules of Attraction with Carrot Top's commentary. Hilarious even though neither of us is actually a fan of Carrot Top. Nate came home from his latest interview with news of a conquest to that, so we did a shot to it.

Then Whit-Walk and I decided to go to The Palms and drink some more and then The Big Easy.

Yeah, I’m nuts. What else is new?

And this is the TV show for those of you who care:



Tuesday, November 07, 2006

this cover is for Adrian.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

quick poll [Steph won by three.]

David's birthday celebration at Cooter Brown's was fun. Lots of beer, lots of cheese fries, and even lots of Fun David! I guarantee a few more pictures and a few more details soon, but first I'm taking a quick poll:

Which hot babe should be my new desktop background?

Lizzie (above) or Stephanie (below)?


Readers: Feel free to set one as your desktop background and to respond by comment, IM, E-mail, text message, messenger pigeon, any mode of communication...

Mom: Peter's candid portrait skills put mine to shame.

pictures worth 861 words

"Virginia" and I completely sober - ha - at Boot happy hour

Tara and I at Uptown Cajun during her birthday celebration


the end of the pub crawl


Lizzie doesn't remember this picture at Phillips.


Matt, the newest member of Cowboy Mouth


after a night of drinkin' and dancin' at Vaughan's


seemed mandatory at the time



a women of Walmsley weunion:
Tara as matador, Alison as Kelly Kapowski, Jacque as Jacque, and Rachel as bellydancer




how we dressed for Rocky Horror


Wes on Frenchmen St. = Andre Agassi


Stephanie the Roller Girl found someone else wheelin' down Frenchmen St.,
Joe, a Mighty Duck CAPTAIN even

November thus far...

November has been pretty laidback so far. I had my English midterm on Thursday and apparently don't know the difference between feminist writers (surprising) and mistook Charlotte Bronte for Jane Austen. Oops, whatever. Jane "&" Austen wrote those other books like Sense & Sensibility and Pride & Prejudice. It could have been worse. I could have wrote in the essay that Alison Phillips or Andrew Marin wrote Jane Eyre. Speaking of Alison, I was able to give her a whole calendar of feminism on Thursday night. Let's backtrack.

Becca gave David and me her passes for a screening of Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan which was really funny and I'd say I recommend. It's too offensive to be taken seriously and aside from a rather eye-gouging nudity scene - You'll know it when you see it - I kind of want to watch again. It just came out yesterday. So after the screening we went with Becca, Matt, Lauren, and Bryan&Co to Phillips where I bought enough promotional Patron shots to get a free Girls of Phillips Calendar. (It's full of the cocktail waitresses and bartrendesses and now hanging in my kitchen.) I tried to give it to Alison when she and the girls picked me up to go to Vaughan's a few minutes later. She's derided it before, but she graciously refused.

Friday was just class and then sitting and then going to Rue De La Course with Rachel to read for class and then sitting some more and then going to Big Easy with Andre Agassi aka Wes because we were both hungry at like one in the morning.

Now I should get some work done before going to the gym, showering, finally shaving after a few days of not, and going out tonight.

Let's hope I can get back into the rhythm of regularly updates.

back by popular demand

Once upon a time in October 2006, Andrew never actually updated his journal, which has happened before but not during school, so he wrote an entry after the month ended detailing in run-on sentence that his high school English teachers would detest exactly what he did during that month: With Stephanie free of the LSAT, her birthday was finally celebrated and involved a good amount of Harrah's, drinking on the patio, drunk people at the piano bar, and Pat O'Brien,s Tara turned 21 about a week later, and she and Andrew celebrated by making a spectacle of themselves with a spectacular pub crawl that semi-began with margaritas at dinner at Taqueria Corona and pre-gaming at home but really began with Abita Amber at Cooter Brown's, then bypassed the closed Daiq-Shack, and into Madigan's, then Uptown Cajun, then TJ Quills, then past an early-closed Vera Cruz in favor of both Bruno's, and after Phillips was sadly closed as well went to The Palms, and then The Boot, and then The Palms again for a long timg, dancing and drinking and dancing and drinking and then doing five shots each to hit the 21 mark before going to Big Easy to get laughed at by the workers and then taking a picture with the Tulane sign before the sun came up, there were more birthdays and parties (kegs for Curry, Chris' graduation celebration, and the noise-violatin' gettin' shut down Freaky Friday the 13th all come to mind) that were fun as well, and lots of barhopping and picture-taking, some of which the subjects don't remember, but that's okay, and Cowboy Mouth played a show for homecoming (which Tulane won against Army), and Andrew couldn't refuse to go since Curry was in charge of it and it was his birthday and personally invited and recommended that people go, and it was loud but the band basically forced people to have fun and brought Matt on stage because he didn't look like he was having fun, and as a finale brought literally everyone on stage to sing their last song, and Lauren got into med school, so that was celebrated with brownies and champagne after anticipating the victory a few nights earlier by going to Phillips after David and Andrew went to AEPi's Original Sin and Zeta Psi's Bayou Bash and tried to remember how they went to several of these parties freshman year and didn't get tired of them then, went with David and Peter to go see The Departed which was violent but amazing, and everyone should see it, and watching the new mini-season of Lost which will be over sooner than it should be, and random nights of hanging out with Adrian or running into him and/or his friends at various nightlife locations here in uptown (funny that Adrian and Andrew both went to the Jazmine Café on separate occasions without hearing from each other and really liked it and thought it was cheaper yet better Viet food than at home), Halloween was suddenly here and began a couple nights early, naturally, and there were lots of parties, and people madly hunting for costumes last-minute, and most of the girls dressed like sluts because that's what the holiday celebrates, and there were lots of Quail-Men (Nickelodeon's Doug, anyone?) but they were all cool, and there were at least five of them throughout the “long” weekend even though the best costume this year I think was the Two-Face walking around Frenchmen with half a head of make-up, half a wig(?) or half a dye job, a suit half in animal-print and “matching” shirt, tie, and probably hands and shoes even though they weren't seen, and Stephanie and Andrew went to The Rocky Horror Picture show which was disturbing/entertaining as ever and got hooked up with VIP passes (thanks David) and sat in the front and experienced rice, water, the actors, the candy, and all such antics even though Stephanie thought the walk to McAlister was really long because they were dressed funny, and Ted suddenly decided to tell us that he was leaving for Texas but with much less notice and fanfare than last time and apparently this time for real, and conversely Jacque was back in town, so that was fun and it was like old times except with legal drinking and going to the levee with her and Tara and talking about how no one - not even Jacque surprisingly – knows what they're doing with their life, what the Pitt St. Pretties are doing with their Thursday is going to Vaughan's Lounge to see Kermit Ruffins and drink with professors and eat late night red beans and rice, which is fun and they've taught Andrew to go (he goes to Café Luna, their workplace, a lot to visit also), Tara is really into the red wine and split a bottle of it with him and Alifun even though Alifun only really drinks a glass, but it was the thought that counts because red wine is medicinal for tragedy, and then St. Joe's and Monkey Hill and other places twenty-one year olds can go, and pictures that people don't remember. The end.

So if you really want to kill some time, wrestle your way through that. It'll be like reading James Joyce but without the intellect and deftness in the writing or Victor's chapter in The Rules of Attraction without the sex and drugs.

There will be pictures as soon as Microsoft PictureIt repairs itself.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

my Halloween costume...


...for the (probably small) percentage of you who haven't seen it yet.

I realize it's November, and I apologize for the lack of updates... particularly to those I've failed to provide with procrastination reading and most especially to those who have voiced concerns. I promise a summary of the month of October 2006 in the very near future.

Friday, October 27, 2006

funny tribute to lost

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

another episode of...

me being awesome at things that don't even matter

a successful four-suit spider solitaire

shot the moon four times in a row

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

weekend/month over???

I don't know where time goes. Stephanie is finally 21. We all trekked down to Harrah's and then Pat O's for some festive celebrating.

Other notable moments of the weekend were cooking dinner with Adrian and the Tulane return to the Superdome. We students returned too, armed with daiquiris and beer. Close game but we lost.

photo courtesy of Stephanie Choy and her blog

a pic I took: cheerleaders encouragin' the green wave to roll.

Yesterday was Yom Kippur, so all the Gentiles wanted to go to lunch. I got like three phone calls at noon. I'd already made plans with Rachel to go to Nirvana but unfortunately forgot it's closed on Monday, so we went to Theo's. I'd never been. It was pretty good.

Adrian tried to do an international conference call to our parents in Bali the other night, and it didn't work. (I assume they were still sleeping 'cause it was like eight in the morning, and they were on vacation.) But they conference-called us both last night and were back in the continental states. And that's great because now I can more often quote the funny things they say.

And for you fellow youtube and Disney freaks, here's a live performance from a few weeks ago to commemorate the release of a certain double-disc dvd today.


Friday, September 29, 2006

the picture of Dorian... Pitt?

the highlight of today's "intro to novel" class, where we're halfway through Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray

professor: "“People don’t get all ugly because of their sins. Just look at Brad Pitt!”"

Not a real picture obviously

Thursday, September 28, 2006

broker than the ten commandments

I know I haven't posted in forever. I've been busy being a "student."

So news I forgot to mention last week: H.R.H. Camille called me out of the blue, so I guess the princess got her cell phone back. She asked me to be her confirmation sponsor next year!!! I was very honored and proud to say yes. How could I ever refuse my dearest Camiltoe? I guess now I'll have to be a good person (or whatever) until June.

Last Wednesday after writing I went to Stephanie's room at midnight with some of the chicks to hang out and greet her happy birthday, and we celebrated Thursday with a cake and penis balloons. (Yeah, my friends are resourceful.) I went to 80s night with some of the girls and Bryan & Co afterwards.

Friday was the real celebration of Steph's turning 21. She, Lauren, Peter, and I went to POPEYES and it was delicious. After that, Lauren and I went to Kory and Mike's show at Jay's Bubble Tea. It was incredible... some classics from previous performances and new numbers like an audience participation one and covers of "St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion)" and Eve's "Gangsta Loving."

After that, it was off to Matt's "anything but clothes" birthday party, the concept of which was kind of purloined from Steph.

Becca and I at the party's start, and we
just can't take a bad picture together.


comments on what I was wearing:
  • "Your 'belt' makes the outfit."
  • "I'm surprised you didn't make a polo shirt."
  • "There's a crocodile on your penis."
  • "You're wearing Lacoste but no pants???"
"That girl with the fantastic boobs" showed up wearing a political statement about ending racism, and I assure you all the guys at the party felt driven to her cause... or something.

Lauren and I at night's end and just a bit drunk.

cfter changing into actual clothing, we went with Ted to St. Charles Tavern for breakfast. (I got chicken and andouille sausage hash (like corned beef hash but not) with eggs, and it was awesome.) It was four A.M. and kind of looked like...

Nighthawks, Edward Hopper, 1942

Saturday night Ben and I were supposed to go drinkin' uptown, but I acquiesed to his asking go down to the pub. It was fun enough, and I got a free drinky or two out of it. Always nice. And David who very well may be my favorite bartender ever showed me you could make hurricanes with Bacardi 151. So I got drunk obviously.

All I remember from Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday was studying and test-taking and being slightly miserable but not enough to deserve pity. (David infected both Peter and I with whatever congestion he had last week, so if you stand between our rooms you can hear the sniffling and coughing in stereo. But apparently Nate gave it to David, so it's his fault. Let's hand it off to some non-roommates.)

Tuesday afternoon I did take a looong study break. I had sushi lunch with Rachel at the bubble, spent the afternoon with lots of "reading" at the park with Tara, and then grabbed a delicious Vietnamese dinner and bubble tea at Jazmine Leaf on Carrolton St.

Like I said, lots of "reading"

I had my last test today, so I'm semi-free for a while. I watched the hour-long "previously on..." LOST episode with Whitney and then project runway with Skye and her boys. I borrowed All Dogs Go To Heaven from Whit! Was I retarded as a child because that movie was blatantly set in New Orleans and I only realized it tonight???

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

no grass on the field, no grass will they yield

Had lunch with Adrian yesterday, finally opened his Whitney bank account, lent him some DVDs. Actually went to bed at a semi-reasonable time but got up hours later and checked who was online/awake. Ended up meeting up and hanging out with Adrian and Arthur and his hot girlfriend Shisha. Then finally saw an episode of Weeds, which is really twisted but really hilarious.

Monday, September 18, 2006

lost weekend / found food

This was a ridiculously amazing weekend. I sat a lot and ate even more. Don't read this on an empty stomach. It might make you hungry. It's all about food.

So early Friday morning (e.g. 2:00 a.m.) while at Big Easy Cafe with Whitney and Tully, I found out that Whit-Walk has a penchant for LOST much like some of my other friends. And she hadn't seen the second season at all because she was in Australia. So we got all excited and talked about it.

Friday for lunch David had the brilliant idea of going to New-Dunbar's on Loyola's campus. Delicious. Fried chicken and jambalaya and seafood gumbo. For dinner I went with the girls to La Crepe Nanou. Pate and cheese plate, French onion soup, and a ridiculous amount of leg of lamb.

Then we went to the Daiq-Shack (the daiquiri place on riverbend) and bought a gallon of "push-up" and watched Clue.

Saturday I went with Rachel to her friend Adam's Mexican independence day party. I didn't stargaze at the premiere. Instead I was eating chips with unfinishable amounts of pico de gallo and guacamole along with grilled pork and jalapeno poppers. (All of this made from scratch, mind you.) Then downing it all with Dos Equis and Negro Modelo beers .

Then for dinner, Whitney and I ordered chicken and sausage gumbo, house salad, and grilled shrimp po-boys from Uptown Cajun.

Sunday Whitney, Tully, and I tried to go to Kyoto. (It's the only uptown Japanese restaurant I haven't frequented.) But it was closed, so we went to Hana instead. Oshi zushi box and Hana special roll.

Then for dinner I went with Whitney and the Brittanys to her family's for dinner. Roasted turkey, gravy, cranberry sauce, green beans, vegetables, mushroom rice, lots of wine and beer, and a huge red velvet cake and ice cream in honor of her 21st birthday which I think by now has lasted longer than both Becca's and mine combined.

No going out or eating out for a while... with a few exceptions I already have in mind.

Oh, and Whitney and I watched the entire second season of LOST in one weekend... in between meals... while drinking daiquiris and beer.

So yeah, I think this is the first "best" weekend of senior year and in the running for one of the best weekends I've ever had.

Friday, September 15, 2006

the highlight of my (academic) day

“…and now [Jane Eyre] is rich.” - professor

“She’s not that rich.” - girl

“She started with nothing, and now she’ll never have to work again.” – professor

“Oh, like Anna Nicole Smith.” – girl


P.S. R.I.P. Daniel Smith 1986-2006

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Phillin' is the new swillin'

So now that my roommates and I have cupboards overflowing with free bulldog pint glasses, I think it's time to return attention to Phillips $5 pizza and pasta buffet, $3 martinis, and happy hour prices until midnight.

That's exactly what I did after project runway with two guys, a girl, and Skye at her place.

Rachel initiated tonight, and Alifun showed up and even almost went out more afterwards. There were lots of familiar faces there. Conrad went to swiller night, so I walked back together with him and some of his friends only to run into Adrian & Company headin' out just in time for boot o'clock.

Syyylvia will be glad to know that Jason, former owner of Press Menswear, is not only alive and well but is now the general manager of Phillips.

Apparently I'm the only (non-comm, non-polisci) student at Tulane who's not scavenging for a ticket to All The King's Men this Saturday. For those of you not in-the-know, the movie (filmed two years ago here) is having its world premiere right here on Tulane's campus. McAlister Auditorium, red carpet, celebrities, media circus, afterparty tent, etc. To drop a few names: Sean Penn, Jude Law, Kate Winslet, James Gandolfini, Mark Ruffalo and Patricia Clarkson. No Anthony Hopkins. (Otherwise I'd be way more excited.) So... does anyone want to go drinking on Saturday night instead?

I doubt she'll wear this outfit to the premiere. Too bad.

so darling, save the last dance for me...


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The picture was purely to get your attention. Apparently it worked.

catchin' up

Saturday night we celebrated "the end of Lauren being 21" and at midnight celebrated her 22nd birthday. We went out to Harrah's to gamble a bit and then went to Pat O'Brien's. (Yeah, I wish I had an endorsement deal or something.)

We drank hurricanes and mixed drinks before downing a couple of blowjob/muffdiver shots. Lauren is AMAZING at them. Ask anyone who was there.


Sunday was laidback. Sleeping in and churchgoing, etc. Oh yeah and Lauren's delicious cookie/birthday cake.

Monday Adrian and I stayed up all night keepin' Shannon company in the printmaking studio. A familiar guy (and former architect) named Kyle was there. Around sunrise, #2 and I went to Big Easy for a breakfast of sorts.

Yesterday was Whitney's birthday, so we took her to Superior Grill and got her really drunk off margaritas before bringing her back to blow out imaginary candles.