Cristian 10.58pm 10/4/08: Dove siete? Shot shot
Chad 3.34pm 10/9/08: So i’m on the train now and an meant to arrive in firenze santa maria at half four.!
Molly 3.38pm 10/17/08: Heyy whats up do u know when we are meeting tonight?
Sergio 2.17am 10/24/08: I am coming to 21 with gina, anita and her sister… See you there?
Tom 10.17am 10/24/08: Ryanair fucking sucks. I want to shoot myself.
Showing posts with label Chadito. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chadito. Show all posts
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
just booked my spring break
Winter 2006: New Orleans
Fall 2007: Washington DC
Spring 2008: LONDON
The Chad & Andrew Pub Crawl continues across the pond.
Fall 2007: Washington DC
Spring 2008: LONDON
The Chad & Andrew Pub Crawl continues across the pond.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
just another mangled knee Monday
So I went to my food styling class yesterday and upon getting there realized that the walk had not been the best idea for my knee and decided that I was definitely not walking all the way to my computer graphics class. Food styling rewarded me nicely for the walk though. Today was molecular gastronomy day. We made an amuse bouche (one those bite-size gifts that chefs send restaurant patrons with the menu) that was basically a spoonful of re-imagined shrimp scampi. The other dish was a not-quite Caprese Salad (buffalo mozzarella, San Marzano tomato, basil, and olive oil). Our fake-aprese, my term not the chef’s, was pureed-then-steamed cuttlefish (like a squid with a shell) shaped like a sphere of mozzarella, tomato confit, and of course basil and olive oil. We prepared all the ingredients together and watched the chef plate a serving, and he gave a few of us a chance to construct our own plates. This was mine:
After that, I walked back home with Jack, who was en route to his Italian class. Of course we stopped to grab slices of pizza at Sabrina. When I got home, I immediately took one of those prescribed painkillers and then ended up napping an hour or so.
Later on in the evening, I received a frantic phone call from Aneet and Jess.
Let me put a prologue to this story: The men here love Jess. We don’t know exactly why. Perhaps her warm complexion? Her dark hair? Her Cleopatra eyes? In the past week, I’ve personally seen no less than four complete strangers hit on her, only her, even with the other girls around. One even bought her chocolate (Twix) out of a vending machine.
Anyway, lately the attention has been getting less fun. Tonight Aneet and Jess were apparently being followed around by two shady strangers... who would even wait for them outside whatever store they would enter. Ah, the curse of beauty. (Aneet is Indian, the culture whose women I believe generally have the finest facial features of all. And I already explained Jess’s situation.) They called me from a store a few blocks away and asked me to walk them home. Which I gladly did of course. I limped over there as fast as I could, ready to take on any bad guys. At least this way, my damaged knee would be due than more to a drunk chick. Thankfully no such encounter happened.
I walked them to class after and then had a most pleasant surprise. A phone call from Chad! He’s in London and doing well, and naturally we’re planning visits and possibly spring breaks. This pretty much made up for any rottenness of the day so far.
So when I got home, I decided to give Trattoria Tirovino, the restaurant literally next door, a try. Although I do love standing, particularly while cooking in a kitchen, I decided the flights of stairs and any further kitchen work would make my knee hate me even more. Dinner was excellent, by the way. It’s dangerous having it so near my home.
I spent the rest of the night icing my knee in the living room and watching Giuseppe's Top Gun dvd. He was doing homework and on his computer. And Henk was being European and artistic enough for all of us by painting while drinking red wine.
Later on in the evening, I received a frantic phone call from Aneet and Jess.
Let me put a prologue to this story: The men here love Jess. We don’t know exactly why. Perhaps her warm complexion? Her dark hair? Her Cleopatra eyes? In the past week, I’ve personally seen no less than four complete strangers hit on her, only her, even with the other girls around. One even bought her chocolate (Twix) out of a vending machine.
Anyway, lately the attention has been getting less fun. Tonight Aneet and Jess were apparently being followed around by two shady strangers... who would even wait for them outside whatever store they would enter. Ah, the curse of beauty. (Aneet is Indian, the culture whose women I believe generally have the finest facial features of all. And I already explained Jess’s situation.) They called me from a store a few blocks away and asked me to walk them home. Which I gladly did of course. I limped over there as fast as I could, ready to take on any bad guys. At least this way, my damaged knee would be due than more to a drunk chick. Thankfully no such encounter happened.
I walked them to class after and then had a most pleasant surprise. A phone call from Chad! He’s in London and doing well, and naturally we’re planning visits and possibly spring breaks. This pretty much made up for any rottenness of the day so far.
So when I got home, I decided to give Trattoria Tirovino, the restaurant literally next door, a try. Although I do love standing, particularly while cooking in a kitchen, I decided the flights of stairs and any further kitchen work would make my knee hate me even more. Dinner was excellent, by the way. It’s dangerous having it so near my home.
I spent the rest of the night icing my knee in the living room and watching Giuseppe's Top Gun dvd. He was doing homework and on his computer. And Henk was being European and artistic enough for all of us by painting while drinking red wine.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
introducing... everyone
So I was supposed to show Aneet, one of the girls downstairs, the café I go to this morning. I woke up well past noon and was worried she’d been waiting for me. I called and accidentally woke her up. Anyway, I let her sleep in some more and just went to the café to get breakfast and cappuccino and post the last update. I also joined the neighborhood gym which may be closer to my apartment than Reily was to Aron.
On the way back into the apartment, I ran into Liz, one of her roommates, and decided to go with her to look for an outlet converter. We recruited Aneet, ‘Seppe, and Henrique –all of us had different things to look for – and had a successful and speedy hunt. Even with the brief window-shopping stops the girls made. On the way back, we ran into two of Aneet’s friends from Stonybrook/FUA, John and Ross. So we took them, the girls’ other roommate Anna, and the other girls, who live a few blocks away, to the café. (I know all these people suddenly are confusing, but bear with me.) The lady there seemed amused that I brought so many friends who wanted hot drinks and internet. Sadly not everyone was able to connect, but everyone got a chance to check on someone’s computer.
When we got home, Iron Chef Italian made vermicellini with marinara sauce for everyone. Iron Chef Brazilian made a lettuce, red cabbage, and tomato salad from scratch – not bagged – and I just played sous chef to ‘Seppe. We also had sliced bread, olive oil and vinegar for the salad, and of course salt, pepper, and grated Parmesan. And of course a selection of wine: House red and juice-box white (that the girls had left last night). We finally got to make use of our dining table and all those extra chairs. Worked out ridiculously well for a first meal. The three girls from downstairs, Jack, and Juan all came to dinner. We had a great time. I hope to repeat many more meals like this although other people are welcome to host/cook if they’d like. Everyone helped clean up though. I’m amazed at how genuinely nice
first meal in our apartmentWe hung out at their apartment for half an hour, which is easily the homiest of all the ones I’ve seen so far. Clearly someone sublets. No student apartment is that nice. I still prefer ours, but I am jealous of their kitchen how well-equipped it is. We bummed around awhile and finally left when Alison began proving herself the mom of the group. Think I’ll-make-the-decision-if-no-one-else-will of Meredith minus the we’re-going-soon-but-not-really of Lizzie. Don’t get me wrong, she’s chill.
Almost all of us went to get gelato and then half of us went to meet Anton at the “American” bar. Jess, Mindy, myself, and the three Latins (Primavera/Mexico, Juan/Argentina, Henk/Brazil) went. Chad would be so proud. Having people there to practice my Spanish and Portuguese with somehow made the place more acceptable to me. And those welcome-to-Florenza Cuervo shots Prima and I did certainly helped.
Eventually the girls and I left to go back to first-floor L’Auberge Italienne (ours is third-floor) to hang out with those residents – Liz, Aneet, and Anna for those of you keeping track. Jack and ‘Seppe were both there. John had shown up too. He and Liz were in the kitchen eating rather fragrant and envy-inspiring “kebaps.” We just spent the rest of the night hanging out. I don’t know when we passed getting-to-know but not we’re all hanging out like we’ve always lived here.
So, a mini-guide to help for future entries:
L’Auberge Italienne 3rd floor: ‘Seppe (SUNY Stonybrook), Henk (Brazil), & myself
L’Auberge Italienne 1st floor: Liz, Aneet, & Anna (all SUNY)
Girls Next Block: Liane, Alison, Mindy (all SUNY), Jess (Chicago), & Prima (Mexico)
Guys Across River: Jack (Chicago), Juan (Argentina), & Anton (SUNY)
Guys In Designer Store Area: John & Ross (both SUNY)
In conclusion, there’s a lot of SUNY (10), although they didn’t all know each other before here, a smattering of Latino (3), a little Chicago (2), and I.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
no longer stateside
So despite comfortably cuddling with my crazy, wonderful ex-puppy Bella, I didn’t get much sleep the night before my flight building. Very different from the eve of leaving for undergrad. Not sentimental or anxious. The excitement just started building. Isn’t it funny the way you view places you’re leaving and arriving the same way? You notice everything... the buildings, anything on the road, the color of the sky. I looked fondly on my once-small-town, now suburban, soon-to-be-harbor-side neighborhood.
My mother took the afternoon off work and my father the morning to see me off. We got to Dulles Airport with enough time to spare between check-in and boarding for the three of us to have a late lunch at Harry’s Tap Room. Nothing compared to the real place but not bad for airport food.
After that and a teary-eyed farewell, which was nowhere near the waterpark of them leaving me at Tulane for the first time, I went through the security checkpoint and waved ciao. I got a chance to talk on the phone with Adrian, fresh out of class and excited for his first non-pledge Mardi Gras.
My flight to Munich was awesome. Eight hours is nothing after you fly from Minneapolis to Tokyo. I picked “The Ultimate Gift” (so good) from the surprisingly decent movie selection. Before take off, the gentleman assigned to the window seat next to mine went off in search of his own aisle seat, so after dinner at 7:30 EST I slept until breakfast at 6:15 Europe time.
I got to Munich’s Strauss Airport for another eight hours, my layover. (Better that than rushed multiple plane changes.) I had hoped to spend a night in Amsterdam en route to Florence, but the scheduling and pricing didn’t work out. The airport was beautiful and had all sorts of expensive amenities: A gym, a spa, “gambles” (for Lauren and Chad), and a discotheque.
Sadly like Dulles to DC, Strauss is about an hour away from Munich, so there wasn’t enough time for a visit. But another town was only a fifteen-minute ride away.
My mother took the afternoon off work and my father the morning to see me off. We got to Dulles Airport with enough time to spare between check-in and boarding for the three of us to have a late lunch at Harry’s Tap Room. Nothing compared to the real place but not bad for airport food.
After that and a teary-eyed farewell, which was nowhere near the waterpark of them leaving me at Tulane for the first time, I went through the security checkpoint and waved ciao. I got a chance to talk on the phone with Adrian, fresh out of class and excited for his first non-pledge Mardi Gras.
My flight to Munich was awesome. Eight hours is nothing after you fly from Minneapolis to Tokyo. I picked “The Ultimate Gift” (so good) from the surprisingly decent movie selection. Before take off, the gentleman assigned to the window seat next to mine went off in search of his own aisle seat, so after dinner at 7:30 EST I slept until breakfast at 6:15 Europe time.
I got to Munich’s Strauss Airport for another eight hours, my layover. (Better that than rushed multiple plane changes.) I had hoped to spend a night in Amsterdam en route to Florence, but the scheduling and pricing didn’t work out. The airport was beautiful and had all sorts of expensive amenities: A gym, a spa, “gambles” (for Lauren and Chad), and a discotheque.
Sadly like Dulles to DC, Strauss is about an hour away from Munich, so there wasn’t enough time for a visit. But another town was only a fifteen-minute ride away.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
aaand, I'm off!
Alright, everyone. My next entry will most likely be in and from the beautiful city of Firenze, Italia. Thank you for the phone calls and messages. I will miss you all but do my best to keep everyone up to date with all things Andrew. I usually say take care of New Orleans for me, but in this case, take care of... the United States? Ciao.
P.S. Congratulations on your engagement, Jenna and Jerry! Belated congratulations, Kara and The Dooleys' Cousin!
P.P.S. Adding those two engagements to Gisela's, that makes three wedding trips in the next one and a half years. Way to be a trendsetter, Jacque.
P.S. Congratulations on your engagement, Jenna and Jerry! Belated congratulations, Kara and The Dooleys' Cousin!
P.P.S. Adding those two engagements to Gisela's, that makes three wedding trips in the next one and a half years. Way to be a trendsetter, Jacque.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Sunday, April 08, 2007
happy Easter!
Just want to say a quick HAPPY EASTER to everyone. I had a chill Saturday. Around midnight, I met up with Mike at Harrah's. We got a few drinks at Masquerade there. No serious gambling; Chad Michael wasn't there. But we thought of him as soon as we walked in. My parents called around 3:30 in the morning, scaring the hell out of me. (Whenever someone calls too late for it to be a drunk-dial and too early for it to be a wake-up call - e.g. ADRIAN - I automatically assume someone is dead or something is very wrong.) Anyway, apparently a drunk or disoriented driver wrapped their car around a tree in a neighbor's yard and woke them up. No fatalities luckily. On the bright side, it's Easter... seems like it'll be busy in a good way!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
a very Good Friday
Last night was awesome. Nicole, her friend Brenna, David, and I started off in their friend Travis' "modular housing." (She told us to go to the trailer with all the booze in it and the Christmas lights. I thought it sounded very similar to Snake & Jake's and thus awesome.) I'll say at this point that Lauren, Storey, Becca, her friend Jamie, Whitney, Jordan, Mike, and Matilda all showed up at some point. And Brenna, Nicole and Travis disappeared eventually. Anyway, we went to Pat O'Brien's, where I bought Nicole and Brenna shots and... reaped the rewards even though no one else except our jack-ass waiter was paying attention. Then some of us went to 80s Night at One Eyed Jacks which was intense and as good or better than pre-hurricane. The line extended forever, but the place was packed and jumping inside. I guess since no one had work or school the next day. We like a prayed, killed the radio star, thrilled, 99 red ballooned, didn't stop believing, spun round like records, and tainted love. Michelle, one of Chad's most favorite Latinas, was there. We "crazy-danced" the way he would and internationally drunk-texted him. At night's end, Whitney and I went to Big Easy for food.
David and I began today by going to lunch at Franky & Johnny's. (In Louisiana, when Catholics can't have meat on Friday, they have crawfish boils.) We each polished off a batch of crawfish, his accompanied by french fries and mine by pepper rings.
Whitney, Tully, and I went to Creole Creamery. Their "skyscraper" (a very tall sundae with layers of chocolate, vanilla, and cookies and cream ice cream, hot fudge, caramel, crushed Oreos, whipped cream, and a cherry) is fantastic.
Lauren's felt "left out" for a while because she's never... partook in an experience almost every "real" college student has. So we, a group of ten or so, commenced this mission at Columns happy hour. After that, some of us moved on to Taqueria Corona for dinner. Sangria, cebollitos (grilled green onions), chips, pico de gallo... and their "numero tres" (tacos, flauta, burrito, beans, rice). I made sure to get everything made of shrimp and a little fish to avoid the meat.
After that, Lauren, Storey, Nicole and I went to Creole Creamery. Yes, again. Nicole took a picture of my plaque and me. I got a "I scream fudge" ice cream soda this time. With chocolate soda. Storey and I agree: No such thing as too much chocolate.
Back here, Becca rejoined our little party, and with Steph, Sarah, and her friends watching, we recommenced the mission... armed with everclear and mixers. We played "Presidents and Assholes," and Lauren was The Asshole most of the time. Mission accomplished!
David and I began today by going to lunch at Franky & Johnny's. (In Louisiana, when Catholics can't have meat on Friday, they have crawfish boils.) We each polished off a batch of crawfish, his accompanied by french fries and mine by pepper rings.
Whitney, Tully, and I went to Creole Creamery. Their "skyscraper" (a very tall sundae with layers of chocolate, vanilla, and cookies and cream ice cream, hot fudge, caramel, crushed Oreos, whipped cream, and a cherry) is fantastic.
Lauren's felt "left out" for a while because she's never... partook in an experience almost every "real" college student has. So we, a group of ten or so, commenced this mission at Columns happy hour. After that, some of us moved on to Taqueria Corona for dinner. Sangria, cebollitos (grilled green onions), chips, pico de gallo... and their "numero tres" (tacos, flauta, burrito, beans, rice). I made sure to get everything made of shrimp and a little fish to avoid the meat.
After that, Lauren, Storey, Nicole and I went to Creole Creamery. Yes, again. Nicole took a picture of my plaque and me. I got a "I scream fudge" ice cream soda this time. With chocolate soda. Storey and I agree: No such thing as too much chocolate.
Back here, Becca rejoined our little party, and with Steph, Sarah, and her friends watching, we recommenced the mission... armed with everclear and mixers. We played "Presidents and Assholes," and Lauren was The Asshole most of the time. Mission accomplished!
Friday, March 30, 2007
bringin' freshman back
Terrorism and lunch with Tara. Typical Thursday.
Very atypical Thursday night! Ryanne had the bright idea of us going to Vera Cruz for margaritas and TJQuills for drinks after to relive the fun of freshman year... even though we're now old seniors. I surprised her with a special present: Kathleen "MIA" Fanone. (It would have been a present to Sylvia too, but she didn't come.) She, David and I even dressed up in old freshman year clothing to recreate "the look."
We went with Whitney, David, and Tully to Vera Cruz. Several flavors of margarita pitcher. Sauza shots on me. I knew NONE of the servers at Vera Cruz, which is probably in it's hundredth revision... just to show how long it's been since I've been there.
Kathleen had an emergency and left, but Stephanie, her sister Samantha, their Pinay friend Jeanine, Becca, Matt, and Paul joined us at T.J. Quills. Pretty awesome. I finally got my Choy sandwich to balance out the Marin one Steph got last year when Adrian visited.
Quills was fun. There was popcorn. Ry and I got appletinis to commemorate freshman year. (R.I.P. Kara "Whorkus" Wagner.) My favorite Quills bartender was there and was all "never thought I'd see you again!" My reply: "Old habits die hard." He gave me free shots.
We went to Phillips next. Danielle, my favorite lab partner ever, was bartending! I thought she left after graduation. She gave me more free shots. Good times. So was Jason "press menswear" Warrington. That brings the count of people-Sylvia-loves-with-me-tonight to TWO.
Whit, Tull, and I went to The Palms next to close out the night. It was packed. I LOVE it around that two in the morning time. I missed Chad Michael like whoa though. Dalia&Co were there too. Awesome.
We closed out the night at The Rat splittin' a turkey sub with "everything," a bacon cheddar burger, and a chicken tender combo. Then Whitney and I got ice cream for dessert.
Very atypical Thursday night! Ryanne had the bright idea of us going to Vera Cruz for margaritas and TJQuills for drinks after to relive the fun of freshman year... even though we're now old seniors. I surprised her with a special present: Kathleen "MIA" Fanone. (It would have been a present to Sylvia too, but she didn't come.) She, David and I even dressed up in old freshman year clothing to recreate "the look."
We went with Whitney, David, and Tully to Vera Cruz. Several flavors of margarita pitcher. Sauza shots on me. I knew NONE of the servers at Vera Cruz, which is probably in it's hundredth revision... just to show how long it's been since I've been there.
Kathleen had an emergency and left, but Stephanie, her sister Samantha, their Pinay friend Jeanine, Becca, Matt, and Paul joined us at T.J. Quills. Pretty awesome. I finally got my Choy sandwich to balance out the Marin one Steph got last year when Adrian visited.
Quills was fun. There was popcorn. Ry and I got appletinis to commemorate freshman year. (R.I.P. Kara "Whorkus" Wagner.) My favorite Quills bartender was there and was all "never thought I'd see you again!" My reply: "Old habits die hard." He gave me free shots.
We went to Phillips next. Danielle, my favorite lab partner ever, was bartending! I thought she left after graduation. She gave me more free shots. Good times. So was Jason "press menswear" Warrington. That brings the count of people-Sylvia-loves-with-me-tonight to TWO.
Whit, Tull, and I went to The Palms next to close out the night. It was packed. I LOVE it around that two in the morning time. I missed Chad Michael like whoa though. Dalia&Co were there too. Awesome.
We closed out the night at The Rat splittin' a turkey sub with "everything," a bacon cheddar burger, and a chicken tender combo. Then Whitney and I got ice cream for dessert.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Thursday and Friday
Very early Thursday morning, when Lauren and I left Uptown Cajun, we realized neither of us had an umbrella. I assumed she'd brought hers because mine was broken, and she assumed the rain was over. We were wrong. So wrong.
Well, we bonded with a nice walk in the rain. Only pelagic organisms should be allowed to be as wet we were. We couldn't have been more soaked if we had jumped into a pool. Seriously.
I decided to do late-night laundry and threw my sheets and towel in with my sopping clothes. But a few washing AND drying machines were broken. They wasted my quarters, so what should have been an hour-long laundry process took over two.
After about an hour of sleep, I went to the UC with Shannon to shadow her FBI interview and make her feel more comfortable. The gentleman asked me not to sit with them during it, which isn't surprising, so I hope my presence was of some help to her.
Terrorism, lunch with Tara, studying. I told Lauren I'd make dinner, so I pan-seared filet mignons (marinated with olive oil, garlic, sea salt, and mixed peppers) in butter. Well, I barely pan-seared them because Lauren likes her meat, very rare, mooing at her.
We met up with Steph to go see the Menage A Capella concert. Them, Green Envy, and a group from UT. Pretty awesome.
Friday was an adolescent psych exam (administered by the TA) then two more classes and FREEEEEEEDOM. Really loud. Braveheart-style. Lauren, Steph, Becca and I went to happy hour at The Columns, where I ran into Sonny and the professor who skipped his own exam that morning for a "conference." I hope he remembers the Manhattan I bought him when he grades. We went to the levee afterward to visit Sarah and Maddie, victims of flight cancellation.
Well, we bonded with a nice walk in the rain. Only pelagic organisms should be allowed to be as wet we were. We couldn't have been more soaked if we had jumped into a pool. Seriously.
I decided to do late-night laundry and threw my sheets and towel in with my sopping clothes. But a few washing AND drying machines were broken. They wasted my quarters, so what should have been an hour-long laundry process took over two.
After about an hour of sleep, I went to the UC with Shannon to shadow her FBI interview and make her feel more comfortable. The gentleman asked me not to sit with them during it, which isn't surprising, so I hope my presence was of some help to her.
Terrorism, lunch with Tara, studying. I told Lauren I'd make dinner, so I pan-seared filet mignons (marinated with olive oil, garlic, sea salt, and mixed peppers) in butter. Well, I barely pan-seared them because Lauren likes her meat, very rare, mooing at her.
We met up with Steph to go see the Menage A Capella concert. Them, Green Envy, and a group from UT. Pretty awesome.
Friday was an adolescent psych exam (administered by the TA) then two more classes and FREEEEEEEDOM. Really loud. Braveheart-style. Lauren, Steph, Becca and I went to happy hour at The Columns, where I ran into Sonny and the professor who skipped his own exam that morning for a "conference." I hope he remembers the Manhattan I bought him when he grades. We went to the levee afterward to visit Sarah and Maddie, victims of flight cancellation.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
terrific Tuesday
So Tuesday morning I found myself still up (from Monday) at two for no good reason. Then at 2:30 a good reason, namely Chad, showed up... on my buddy list I mean. We haven't had a chance to really catch up (since his move to Australia) except before Mardi Gras. So we talked for like an hour and exchanged our international cell phone numbers. (This might prove dangerous for future drinking nights.)
The unfortunate result was that I slept through my first class because, in my half-awake stupor, I set my alarm for PM instead of AM.
It was okay though. Apparently I didn't miss much. I went to my regular lunch with Tara, and we mused about our future plans... specifically Jacque's wedding. And we missed a third of our triangle.
After that, I went to screenwriting for the three fastest academic hours of my week. Good screenplays and two presentations.
Dinner with Ben as usual. He dropped me off at The Columns after for the 1718 New Orleans Reading Series. It was fantastic. Author Bev Marshall and four seniors from Loyola and Tulane. Excerpts, nonfiction, story, poetry, and prose, respectively. Lots of drinking.
I'm definitely going to future ones if anyone wants to tag along.
After that I wound up at Delachaise, which (for anyone else who was there for Jenna's birthday) is so NOT a lesbian bar. Four-cheese plate and duck terrine/foie gras/armanac pate; house white and house red.
I ended up talking on the phone with Gisela for a while. I'm sooo looking forward to her visit for graduation.
Whitney and Tully picked me up on the way back from Billy Joel's sold-out concert. They were too tired to go out more, so I wound up visiting with Stephen (not to be confused with Steven) a while.
Yes, you read correctly. Stephen. But it's all good. What's past is past.
The unfortunate result was that I slept through my first class because, in my half-awake stupor, I set my alarm for PM instead of AM.
It was okay though. Apparently I didn't miss much. I went to my regular lunch with Tara, and we mused about our future plans... specifically Jacque's wedding. And we missed a third of our triangle.
After that, I went to screenwriting for the three fastest academic hours of my week. Good screenplays and two presentations.
Dinner with Ben as usual. He dropped me off at The Columns after for the 1718 New Orleans Reading Series. It was fantastic. Author Bev Marshall and four seniors from Loyola and Tulane. Excerpts, nonfiction, story, poetry, and prose, respectively. Lots of drinking.
I'm definitely going to future ones if anyone wants to tag along.
- April 10th - John Biguenet
- May 1st - Andrei Codrescu
After that I wound up at Delachaise, which (for anyone else who was there for Jenna's birthday) is so NOT a lesbian bar. Four-cheese plate and duck terrine/foie gras/armanac pate; house white and house red.
I ended up talking on the phone with Gisela for a while. I'm sooo looking forward to her visit for graduation.
Whitney and Tully picked me up on the way back from Billy Joel's sold-out concert. They were too tired to go out more, so I wound up visiting with Stephen (not to be confused with Steven) a while.
Yes, you read correctly. Stephen. But it's all good. What's past is past.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
mundane Monday
I've taken tons of pictures in the past week. I'll post them soon.
Not too much excitement today: Classes, my second exam of the semester, reading, writing, planning this week and weekend, resting up physically and financially for it.
The most exciting part of today was my first international conversation with Chad, who's now in Australia.
Me: My friend Gisela and Mike are driving down together.
Chad: Gisela, that's an awesome name!
Me: She's Latina. You'd like her.
Me: She's one of my mejores amigas.
Chad: Ah, I'm so jealous! Tell her I said "hola."
Because I guess his harem of a dozen or so Latinas isn't enough?
con Chadito and a mere fraction of his "Latinas perras" last year
Not too much excitement today: Classes, my second exam of the semester, reading, writing, planning this week and weekend, resting up physically and financially for it.
The most exciting part of today was my first international conversation with Chad, who's now in Australia.
Me: My friend Gisela and Mike are driving down together.
Chad: Gisela, that's an awesome name!
Me: She's Latina. You'd like her.
Me: She's one of my mejores amigas.
Chad: Ah, I'm so jealous! Tell her I said "hola."
Because I guess his harem of a dozen or so Latinas isn't enough?
con Chadito and a mere fraction of his "Latinas perras" last yearSunday, December 24, 2006
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 partySunday, December 17, 2006
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.
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 newLBC UC.
Kermit Ruffins' live set at Vaughan's which, to Rachel's, Tara's, Ian's, and my collective dismay, he didn't finishbecause 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.
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
Kermit Ruffins' live set at Vaughan's which, to Rachel's, Tara's, Ian's, and my collective dismay, he didn't finish
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
T.G.I.F.
Hmmm. Last night was the dwell magazine launch party at "the periscope house" to celebrate its feature in the publication.
keg of amber + architecture students = pretty amusing
I thought of my mom, so I sent drunk text messages over to her in the Philippines.
Shannon and I spent most of the night dominatin' the second floor since downstairs was crowded and loud and the balcony was crowded and hot. After devouring a few handfuls of chips, we realized we were hungry so went for a “second dinner” at Fresco's (ran into Tara and Alison and then Ted and Kunal inside) before returning for more fun. Lots of dancing and playing with Tony's souvenir hats from Vietnam.
Decidedly my new favorite picture of usToday for lunch we brought Adrian to voodoo BBQ, which was delicious because I've been craving brisket for a few days now.
I was on the phone with Chad for a while today. He's in DC, and I am here, and we both miss those places and each other. That kind of sucks, I guess. Haha. He saw a bunch of kids on the 'tro covered in purple paint and wearing Gonzaga t-shirts, so he thought of me.
Lauren's birthday celebration is tonight. It should be fuuun.
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