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Archive for September, 2008

Beef is not what’s for dinner

A head-injury inspired conversation with my friend Kat:
Kat: Want to go to the meatpacking thing at the Seaport?
Me: Wouldn’t a meatpacking thing be in the meatpacking district?
Kat: No, no the meat market, want to come with me?
Me: But I thought you were a vegetarian?
Kat: What? So do you want to come?
Me: I didn’t know they had [...]

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Therefore I believe it is acceptable to go on a date in the near future sans helmet. My primary concern in resuming the dating & mating game isn’t so much having split my head open (refer to headline re: bandages) so much as the gym restrictions placed upon me the past two weeks. It’s one [...]

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In an attempt at productivity I decided to make the most of today’s hangover by embracing my quarter-life crisis with a vengeance and Googling immigration law and visa options that consist mainly of inconsistent acronyms. Eventually I tired of this and decided to log into Match, as I always do take pleasure in changing up [...]

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Seeing as I recently managed to split my forehead open and am sporting a way hot bandage until my custom helmet comes in and/or I get around to scheduling a revamp of my bangs with my stylist, I clearly haven’t logged into my Match account. Alas I do receive suitors via gmail. Example below. [...]

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Following the most intense three day bender of my life, I called out sick two consecutive days in which I was unable to move/eat/drink.
Weds I started to feel better so ventured outwards. Made it maybe a block got dizzy completely passed out and took a digger on third ave head first (and allegedly followed up [...]

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Go 12

Name: Brian
Age: 28 (taking another stab at a youngin’)
Height: 6’0
Alcohol units consumed: Copious.
Time expended: 30 hours over the course of two days. Right?
I think this date is officially my last dip into the match.com pond, ending that experiment. It only took 12 dates to get it right, however it only took me 30 [...]

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Nothing says Internet wack job quite like showing up at a virtual buddy’s home, unless of course you do it:
a. Wasted
b. at 3:45 AM
c. Bearing cheese fries (with condiments!)
…then it’s like wack job plus. 
Hence my Saturday evening a few weeks ago.  Not surprisingly my “mind if we wait on sex?” bit resulted in an absence [...]

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