Sunday, February 28, 2010
Now I'm not one to give in to Facebook trends; you know, announcing the color of the bra I'm wearing or participating in doppelganger week (thank GOD that self-indulgence is over). But there was once a list of 25 Things going around that I unfortunately did give in to. I decided to polish it up a bit and shorten it to 20 Things about me that you were probably better off not knowing.
1. I have an awful, inappropriate, offensively sarcastic sense of humor. Most people aren't sure what to do with it...this usually alienates many and creates awkward situations.
2. I'm 5'11" flat. Why is this important you ask? Because many of you are running around saying I'm 6ft tall and I'd like to publicly announce that in fact, is a LIE.
3. My best friends call me Liz or Lizzie. It became an evolution of Melissa to Melisser to Melizzard to Lizard to Liz. Be glad you missed the awkward years of Lizard introductions.
4. I have this tendency to shorten every word possible until sentences become their own incoherent language. My sister and I believe we invented the world "obvy" about a decade ago.
5. I've been kicked out of a bar 3 times: once for underage, once for underage/excessive sloppiness and crying due to dropping my entire purse and cellphone into a toilet, and once for bringing in my own alcohol. (FYI I did NO such thing and had to be restrained from tackling the 5ft bartender chick who kicked me out)
6. I have just one tattoo on the back of my neck. Allegations have been made that it means "cheetos and cake" in Italian but really it says la vita e bella (life is beautiful) and I'd like to get more, if only to continue the disapproval of my parents.
7. My favorite show ever is That 70s Show, even after my mother pointed out that my dad looked exactly like Hyde in college, thus ruining my attraction to Danny Masterson for life.
8. I just shuffled my iPod and it went from Taylor Swift to Eminem to The Beatles to Celine Dion to Tchaikovsky to Death Cab to Michael Bolton to NSYNC to the Chipmunk Adventure theme song. I'm sorry.
9. I spent 8 years studying and playing the trumpet (band nerds and camp FTW) and subsequently learned the French horn, flute, and piano.
10. I can also sing! I performed in every elaborate musical production in high school including Footloose and West Side Story, and was also in a show choir at a performing arts school.
11. I spent half my life as a competitive swimmer and qualified for nationals in the 500 free in '01, '02, and '03. I narrowly missed double knee surgery and now have displaced knee caps, weak rotator cuffs, and tendonitis in my left wrist, but I will tell you I loved every minute of it.
12. My ideal Saturday is wearing a jersey, drinking beer, and yelling obscenities at a television screen in a bar. Doesn't matter which sport.
13. I'm Sicilian and pasta at Thanksgiving dinner is completely appropriate.
14. "Fuck" was probably the third word out of my life as a toddler. I don't know if that explains anything other than the fact that I have parents with sailor mouths. Who are Sicilian.
15. Augusten Burroughs and Chuck Klosterman are my favorite writers. We get each other (see item #1 on this list)
16. I work in book publishing and I couldn't see myself in any other career, at least not one with a bookshelf full of free books, or weird yet endearing coworkers.
17. I'm from the "Midwest" that is Ohio - I grew up with all four seasons, farms and Amish country not far away, cliche suburban schooling and Friday night football games and bonfires, 3 unsuccessful pro sports teams who still have my undying loyalty, camping, boating, hiking, and fishing, Cedar Point roller coasters, and the most genuine people you'll ever meet.
18. I have really weird eating habits, such as buying rolls of cookie dough purely for eating and not for baking, making PBJ sans bread and instead spooning the peanut butter and jelly straight into my mouth, and just recently my cubemate had the pleasure of witnessing me using a spoon to eat the remaining inch crumbs at the bottom of my Pringles can.
19. I can't think of one instance in which I resisted peer pressure, including starting this blog, drinking challenges, and eating random things off the floor.
20. Lastly, BACK to the closing ceremonies of the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics, I'll make a final note that I am completely 100% obsessed with the olympics, no matter the season (ok lie, summer has swimming so it's totes better than winter). I want to be there cheering and rubbing shoulders with athletes or volunteering or just waving an American flag. It's the most recurring epic event of our lives and if I could compete I would.
It also inspires me every two years to starting working out again as if I'm training for something. We'll see this year...I might just plan to train for some professional eating competition instead.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Italians are always drinking wine at every family gathering and Catholics are always sipping the same juice – err blood – so what’s a sip here or there for a 10 year old? And wine coolers on the beach? Bartles and James loved sharing their deliciousness with a 13 year old. And a cold mug of Bud Lite during the Super Bowl is just waiting for a youngin’ to see if it tastes just like apple juice. FYI: biggest disappointment of my ENTIRE childhood.
This experimentation would soon lead me down a long road of a very happy and successful relationship with alcohol in every different form. But let it be known that I’m in no way required by law to use party plates or attend AA meetings. I use good judgment. Most of the time.
I followed the adage “study hard and party harder” all the way to Ohio University. With its beautiful rolling hills in middle-of-nowhere-southern Ohio and grand brick buildings and streets, it tops the charts on the Princeton Review’s Top Party Schools every year. Sophomore year in 2005 we ranked #2, but I’m not going to brag (WTF University of Wisconsin? NO ONE can even point your state out on a map). It was definitely 4 years of living in a bubble with 20,000 enthusiastic drinkers and miraculously escaping with minimal liver damage.
What the hell is that drink made of you ask? I don’t know. I would imagine it’s equal parts punch, redness, fuckedupness, and shame. What I do know is that a bar in the East Village will be serving them today on the most holiest of alcohol-appreciation days, and it’s 5 o’clock somewhere.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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Monday, February 8, 2010
With the help of some lovely NY citizens the doors were pried open long enough to release me and then the train left without me. 30 seconds later another train rolled up making me look like an even bigger idiot for not waiting to begin with. But no embarrassment here…people behind me were trying to get on too. Lesson learned? Not really. This will happen again.
Safely at my desk, the Superbowl lottery winners have begun to claim their prizes. I don't really understand why I would pay $5 per square on a grid with randomly assigned numbers to hopefully win some cash by chance. I'd sooner waste my bills on some nifty origami arrangements. And what we end up with is some VP making six figures who wins $50 and runs down the hallway screaming excitedly that she has a month's worth of Starbucks in her hand. Funny, I would have used my earnings to kick the thermostat up a few notches or I don't know, add some colorful nutrition to my carb-based diet of beige foods. We all have our priorities.
So Monday doesn't have the greatest start...what about this weekend? Well two splendid things happened really. One, I witnessed my soulmate warming up the audience before the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. In a matter of 30 minutes this man inappropriately addressed foreigners, death, the CW, gays, and pointed out a coke dealer in the fourth row. "You've got the good coke. I can tell. Like you used to be in a band but now you just 'manage'. You have that house in Florida but you never really use it. I get it." I'm glad I left work early for a "doctor's appointment" just to watch tourists get mocked and awkwardly laugh it off.
The second splendid event was meeting a guy who works with ROBOTS. Hands down most interesting conversation of my life. He's working on a car that will eventually drive itself. DRIVE ITSELF. Hoping one day they can be programmed to safely transport the intoxicated from the floor of the bar to their yard (there's no guarantee you'll actually make it inside your home). I still can't wrap my head around that one but I'm pretty sure only my grandkids or their grandkids will witness this magnificent contraption, and even then that's iffy - please see the post below. Who needs healthcare reform when we can have vehicular DDs?
The rambling ends here. I still can't tell if this week started off on a positive or negative note. But my boss is in London for the week, so, win?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
See I like Brody, no, I love Brody, and what I love even more is that I can give him back to his owners at the end of the day. To think of the years I face with Brody handmade
This guy has the right idea. Children have this natural ability to do things horribly wrong whether it's drawing, reading, singing, eating, playing, and it brings me joy. I will happily involve the failures of a child into everyday conversation and jokes just to put a smile on your/my face. It's not evil especially when my own sister, the mother of Brody, threw him into a snowbank for christsake. I mean she'll claim to this very day that they were "both making snow angels" but we both know that's not true. He is GLARING at her in this photo with a look that says "I will wait until after my bath to have an accident, subsequently vomit, and proceed to wake you every hour until 7am."