Slutty Blog

So Halloween is on Wednesday but as usual, the Saturday before the big day there are plenty of drunken costume events to attend. My friend Angelica had a party where every lady attending had to come dressed as Amy Winehouse. Since I love Halloween and dressing up, I was happy to meet the challenge and pull together my best Amy Winehouse attire complete with bee hive wig, pounds of liquid eye liner and powdered sugar smudged nose.

So Saturday comes and before we went to Angelica's party, we have to make a stop at another Halloween party where one of Tony's bands was playing. I don't know why I didn't put two and two together before since the band we had to go see is a metal band, but when we got there I realized I was in the epicenter of a metal rock trash party. Everyone seemed to have the same costume theme.... Slut. I was a lone Amy Winehouse in a giant sea of slutty nurses, slutty fairies, slutty police and slutty angels. You name it, the girls added slut to the end. I mean, not that I'm trying to be old or prudish because when I was in college, sure I had my share of revealing costumes, but never ones where my whole ass was hanging out and barely covered by a pair of fishnets. And never did I wear a transparent shirt with stickers covering up my nipples.

Ahhh it was a classy event. Anyhoo, so I'm sitting on a couch with Tony (who is dressed as Amy Winehouse's husband but all scratched and beat up), and Jen (who is dressed like Lily Allen) and every two seconds some goth dude with chains and creepers or some drunk girl in one of the formentioned costumes above would come up to me and ask "ummmm like who are you supposed to be anyway?" Have these people seriously never heard of Amy Winehouse? I mean I'm wearing a bee hive wig and have the illusion of coke all over my face for God sakes!


I realized I needed to leave this party fast before the keg ran out of PBR and an angry mob of white trash swept through the party kickin' ass. We eventually went to Angelica's and everyone there definitely appreciated my costume. After that I came home, spent a good 30 minutes stripping of layers of eyeliner. Halfway through the deconstructing process, I realized that I totally looked like a drag queen. Thankfully, Tony snapped this picture below to capture this look.

Corporation Blues

TGIF pretty much says it all. This has been an incredibly difficult week as my company decided to implement a huge layoff that ended up hitting my department, which no one saw coming. I lost a friend and co-worker that started the same time as me and was essentially my "pledge brother." If that wasn't anguish enough, I have spent the whole rest of the week scared of loosing my job in the next round of layoffs. I keep getting reaffirmed that our department won't be "affected" (which is how the head honchos describe being laid off.. like it's some sort of grotesque disease) but that's what they said originally too. As my friend Andy puts it... I have a current case of the "corporation blues." I guess we all get them, I mean Elizabeth Shue did get a case of the babysitting blues.. I suppose.. corporate blues exist too. So in order to turn this frown upside down, I have been trying to take pleasure in the little things in life. The following things are helping to get me out of my funk (sort of)

-Dark Chocolate M&Ms.. damn are they delightful
-Watching 5 episodes of Weeds at a time.... I guess watching Mary Louise Parker's character Nancy go through her own dramatic issues of trying to balance running a suburban pot business, being a mom to two kids and a wife to a DEA agent makes me realize my life isn't so bad.
-Reading my TMZ gossip and laughing at Brittany dig a deeper hole in her giant ditch of a life
-Making Sheppards Pie
-Driving my car.. it's new, it's plaid, it's amazing, and it's all mine

I'm headed to the bay this weekend to visit my Aussie relatives who are visiting my folks. I haven't seen them in years and they always have cheery and bright dispositions so I'm sure I'll come back refreshed and happy.

Hipsters Always Ruin the Fun

Last night I went to see Justice at The Fonda. I was really excited to see them play because they were AMAZING at Coachella, however last night was definitely not like Coachella. The main differentiator was the abundance of hipsters that were present (at Coachella I don't remember seeing crazy hipsters when Justice played the dance tent, although they weren't that popular then and I was probably too busy dancing to notice anyone). So, I understand why hipsters exist, what I don't understand is why the do the following annoying things:

- Wear dirty mismatching clothes from the early 90' with a pair colorful Nike's and not wash their hair for 2 weeks and assume it's hip.
-Constantly bump into people and not apologize...when you become a hipster do you loose depth perception?
-Document every single second of a show with a digital camera even if blinds the people around them.
-Get into ridiculous fights with gay men.

So to note on that last point. We are all laughing, dancing, having a great time when all of a sudden this aggro hipster dude starts screaming at a group of uber fashionable gay men and starts up a fight for no apparent reason. There was pushing, there was shoving and it totally ruined the light hearted " I just want to dance my ass off" mood. Tony and Josh being the good guys they are,  jumped into break it up to try and end the scuffle quickly so we could all get back to enjoying the show, but of course that only opened up a can hipster worms and led to Muhammad Ali's drunken girlfriend stumbling through an explanation repeatedly about how her boyfriend was a "crazy Palestinian" and how "he'd fuck them up." After the fashionable gay men got kicked out, and the crazy hipster Palestinian dude returned to his drunk girlfriend to make out, the mood was sort of spoiled and we all called it a night. Next time I go to see Justice, I will tell them not to invite their annoying hipster friends.