i wanna be sedated... no really.

So... remember how every time I talk about Kitty Hoynes I talk about my favorite bartender? Turns out he started the company syracusecrate.com (which ships awesome CNY food like Hoffman hotdogs and Dinosaur BBQ sauge across the country). How crazy is that? I run the risk of sounding like a complete freak if I ask him about it next time I'm in, but fuck it. Apparently I have amazing google-fu skills (or I've just been REALLY bored for the last few hours).

This weekend has been a blur. I did all of nothing yesterday. Mets game was rained out, so Joe and I sat around doing absolutely nothing. We ended up at the mall around 8:30 and putzed around and decided to see Mirrors... FUCKING TERRIFYING. I was whimpering the whole time. We were in the small theatre and I sat next to three people who spent the movie talking in latin tongues on their cell phones and Joe was next to his new BFF, Mr. Napkin Man. Mr. Napkin Man would eat ONE piece of popcorn, take out a new napkin and spend two minutes wiping his hands off. It wasn't quite a pleasant movie-going experience, but that's whatcha get...

I planned on going home next weekend to see my sister's marching band performance but I completely forgot that an old aquaintence is coming up from PA (and bringing 11 friends, to boot). I haven't talked to Ben in ages and I got a message from him last week asking about bars in Syracuse and would I pretty-pretty-please take in him and his friends for the night because there's the SU/Penn State game and they can't miss it? This should make for an interesting evening. I kept telling Pete and Joe that I was going to host an after-hours party that night once Ben and his friends got back to the bar... somehow the idea sounds less than ideal when I don't have 3 Kitty Cocktails and 5 vodka-redbulls in me.

Better get going... it's a Mets/Phils doubleheader today and GOD FORBID we miss either game. So much for me taking Joe out for a nice, classy dinner; today is to be spent in shitty dive bars with throngs of football fans (um, ew?).


OH: I got my lip pierced Friday night by the fabulous John Joyce and his sweet apprentice (who helped out when I got my other nostril done as well and I can't remember her name ever). Sarah got her septum pierced and we looked like the walking wounded all night. I currently have a fat lip and it's not a pretty sight... but I forgot how much I missed having it done. My mom should be excited - she HATED my double nostrils and said it made my nose look wide. Thanks mom...