In-N-Out

One thing I should not do in the middle of the night. And that is read my friend’s blog. He has this huge ass picture of an IN-N-OUT burger. I WANT. Too bad I can’t take it out of the picture. Sure we have Jamba Juice. But I want an IN-N-OUT burger. Darn, I’m hungry now. Maybe one of my Cali friends can put a burger in a vacuum seal bag and Fedex it to me. Now that’s an idea. But that means I still have to wait another 24 hours for my burger. Bah! I’m not going to win either way.  Maybe we can have an IN-N-OUT Cookout Trailer at the next company picnic.  Hmm…..

February 27, 2006 at 8:47 pm · All About Food· Permalink ·

Make Way

There a few ways to guarantee a seat on the subway. And one way is being homeless person with rotting flesh. I must definitely have a cold, because I couldn’t really detect the rotting stench. This homeless guy got on the train with all his bags, and dumped everything to side before promptly sitting down next to this Russian woman in her mink. Who jumped out of her seat faster then if someone lit her coat with a match. Slowly, people started to get up. And I can sense the homeless guy felt victory in his hands. He immediately expanded to the corner stretching across like he posing to have portrait painted. If only one of those MTA folks with their blue latex glove would just come in and toss him out of the train. I’ve seen it done once during a morning commute. Luckily, I got off in a few stops. It’s just a matter of time before he clears out half a car full of commuters during rush hour.

February 27, 2006 at 6:24 pm · Rant & Rave, Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Solids

All because of that darn rascally mussel. I was out and about the town on Monday and had some mussels and frites at the Beligum beer bar. But of course, it just takes one mussel totally flip your stomach. When I got home I end up regurgitating everything till about 3:30 in the morning. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I will of course spare you the details. Probably the most frightening thing was the fact I almost passed out in my bathroom floor after praying to the porcelain gods. I don’t know how bulimics do it. Seriously, my esophagus is in pure pain. Literally, for at least 2 days I was afraid to eat any food. Considering I couldn’t hold anything down for more than 2 minutes. Today, I finally been able to have some solid food. And can I say I’m really psyched. But I’m still a little bit queasy. My body is still adjusting. Solids, please.

February 23, 2006 at 7:43 pm · Just Me· Permalink ·

T.G.I.F.F

I know. You’re wondering what the hell is T.G.I.F.F. Well duh! It’s thank god it’s freaky friday. I had to be somewhat original. Half the company went out to lunch at T.G.I.F Fridays to send off one of beloved co-workers. I think it might have been the biggest turn out for the departure of one of our staffers. Except maybe S.B. Then again, he sent out an evite for a 5 year reunion. So technically he cheated. But we’re not going to get into that.

After filling us all up on grease and singing Happy Birthday in true franchise fashion, we all returned to the office in food coma. Unfortunately, I had to leave to take my mum out to see the doc. Turns out the little old lady has been dragging me to her doc appointments so I can fill out her paperwork. *Sigh*

Then I putzed around the city in search of rain shoes. Of course, to no avail. Bah! In the end I met up with my friend, who was in the process of convince her male friend to see Brobeck Mountain. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful, so we ended up seeing another flick. But the story doesn’t end there.

Everything gets interesting on the train. I end up sitting a seat away from a guy that was definitely passed out for too much alcohol intake to the lovers quarrel of Brobeck Mountain variety. I grow weary and try to plug in my headphones to only be told I must attached my iPod to a battery source. Let’s just say two bitches going at it, was giving me quite the splitting headache. As we crossed the bridge over to the other side, an inebriated high school chick is lugged onto the train by her friend. Who doesn’t wear a coat in this weather. But that’s really another story. I’m sitting there quietly for the next 7 - 8 stops just praying this little gal doesn’t decide to puke all over my stuff. She didn’t look so well. Strangely, enough some guy actually found this drunken creature attractive. Easy prey I say. He was leering at her for large portion of the trip. Perhaps he felt bad for her, but I think it was the skimpy outfit she had on. Seriously, construction boots with Triple 5 just screams jailbait. My my my.. there was a lot of action going on at the seat across from me. Some gal was trying to tear the clothes off her partner. All I remember was hearing some buttons snapping. Thank god there was no sound of zippers. All in all it’s been an eventful night. Can we say thank you for riding on the MTA the ultimate source of entertainment on Friday night.

February 17, 2006 at 10:01 pm · Straphanger Chronicles· Permalink ·

Sleep No More

Well it’s a bit past midnight right now. Just finish watching a movie and within that hour and half about a good 2 inches of snow has accumulated. While I progress towards my sleep deprivation or one of my bouts of insomnia, I realized none of my friends are online. Frankly, there is nothing on tv except for the Olympics. I’m just putzing around online. I have this funny feeling that I’m not going to want to trek outside tomorrow.

February 11, 2006 at 9:49 pm · Just Me· Permalink ·