August 1, 2008
Does a place named Guido Beach really exist?
I just went to a beach in Jersey today. It was not like this, but it wasn’t totally unlike it either. I left early because the conversations of the families around me were making me a worse person, and strangely thirsty for Mountain Dew, and I forgot my ipod so I had to listen to them. If there is a God I will get to move to the West Coast soon. See? I’ve even become judgmental!
Watch all the way to the end - that’s when it really gets good - fist fight with the girl still on mic. I think she may have cared for her ex-boyfriend more than she lets on. Aww….
[via Gawker, I know I know, I use them a lot]
July 28, 2008
The Brothers Bloom
This movie actually has potential, and male and female characters. Get excited!
July 23, 2008
John Edwards et all can go F themselves.
Yeah, I said it. In the past, and as a rule up until now, I have always said that I don’t care at all what a politician does in the bedroom unless it’s is hypocritical (Larry Craig). But this time I have to say come on. How can I believe that John Edwards has a selfless bone in his body (which in my opinion you must have to be president, ahem George Bush), when he runs for president every four years, dragging his sick wife out in front of the cameras to campaign earnestly for him, meanwhile cheating on her, and has a love child with the mistress? His he mentally impaired?
If I ever tried to pull such a thing off I would need to be on intravenous Xanax at all times just to keep my hands from shaking. The fact that these guys just waltz around like nothing’s wrong and then stand up for an entire career talking about concepts like morals and virtue and even democracy is just… ah! Hubris! I mean, ya thought you could get away with this? You’re a politician. Lots and lots of people want to find your love child. I think we all know how babies are made and there are multiple bad decisions made on the way to a love child mister Senator. And they are simple decisions, not complex at all, not even close to the Kyoto Treaty, the Iraq war, oil prices… For chrissake, how stupid, selfish, arrogant and heartless do you have to be to orchestrate this little fiasco?
Ack, I’m done. But look at the rest of the moron parade via Gawker.
And if my mom defends him when I call her I’m going to be pissed!
July 17, 2008
Adventure #5: Provincetown, Mass
First, let me just say don’t kid yourself: it takes a whole day to get from New York to Provincetown. Buses and trains and ferries… I got a panic attack from boredom on the train and Evan told me to just sit quietly, which was impossible.
Once you get there, Provincetown is a magical place where half the summer population is gay (mostly male), and the other half is made up of families and straight couples. It’s extremely harmonious and beautiful and I saw a big lesbian wedding right on the ocean while I sat at the pool. Utopia found!
We stayed our first two nights at the Provincetown Inn, which must be exactly like The Shining in the winter. It is one weird place, but extremely reasonably priced for the area. It’s surrounded by the beach and ocean on two sides and yet it has a dive bar with no windows on the premises. Do you get what I’m saying? It’s a strange place. The pool was a huge scene, complete with loud music and a pool bar with a flirtatious bartender. He flirted with the boys and said he didn’t believe I was over 25. We all loved him.
Evan and I spent the first morning hiking out over a long rocky path from our hotel that lead us to a beautiful isolated beach.
We hiked back and ate lunch at The Red Inn, overlooking the water. As we walked out, Tim and Jorge rode up on a petty cab. It was perfect! We bought some wine and drank it on the beach at our hotel, then had drinks by the pool, then proceeded to drink one million glasses of tequila at dinner, as evidenced by this photograph of one million glasses on our table.
Then this happened.
After an urgently needed brunch the next day, Evan and I went out to Drew’s dune shack. The shack has no running water or electricity, and is nestled right in the dunes of the national seashore. It also looks exactly like the set for Anthropologie’s housewares catalog.
We did a lot of grilling and had a bonfire. It was pretty beautiful.
