Poppy Cedes

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Thanks to [GaS] for hookin’ a sistah UP. (I’M THE SISTAH! C’mon!)

Today I was walking down W 53 St between 8th Ave and Broadway, navigating between the tourists and paparazzi who were wildly snapping photos of the black SUVs in front of the guest entrance to the Ed Sullivan Theater for Late Show with David Letterman and all I was thinking about is, “wow, my hand hurts. I wonder what I did to it…”

I wonder if I missed seeing Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair or actress Julianna Margulies. … Hmm, actually, no I don’t wonder. :)

My hand is fine, btw. It needed a little crack-crack of the fingers. All better now.

I would try to be witty with some pithy comment about OMFG I DID EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK THIS WEEKEND but instead I’ll just tell you what I did in short sentences.

Friday is completely lost in my memory.

And so ends the short sentences.

Saturday I went to Longggg Island to meet up with the always adorable, funny, insightful, and entertaining Bella so we could see Extract. We talked about Bella’s work picnic before the movie, then were accosted by old ladies at the movie who didn’t get why any of it was funny. After the movie we went to Chipotle! My first time! I had the braised beef (barbacoa) burrito with the extra hot salsa, rice, black beans, cheese, sour cream, and the tomato/onion mixture and have fallen madly in love with this chain. I got to see photos of and hear more about Bella’s incredibly successful picnic! Then I drove back to Queens and took Dawg to the Georgia Diner where I ordered Disco Fries, hold the cheese and gravy (I didn’t see just fries on the menu) and Dawg had the Romanian steak sandwich dinner, then we drove to drop off the laundry and to 7-11 for sundries, including 6 pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. At home we watched the EXCELLENT-to-me film The Wrestler on DVD while eating ice cream then had some of the most fantastic sex. (We very often have that, just for frame of reference.)

Sunday we had some mid-day lovin’ then left the apt for Five Guys where I had a bacon cheese hot dog (EFFING A, DUDE), then we walked to Staples to get a $40 USB cable, then we went to Mama Dawg’s to wait for The New Jersey Crew to show up. When they arrived we went to Shiro of Japan (all 11 of us, including Hollywood and Mr. Clean) and when we arrived there was a reservation for “Stephanie” for 11 people at 5pm, the time we arrived, with phone number of 917. I happened to be the person letting the staff know we were there for a reservation and was pretty sure no one called in a reservation for my misspelled name. Just coincidence, and a habachi table for 11 of us was set within minutes. My given name is Stefanie (with an F, yo), in case the irony is lost on you. Fantastic waitstaff (Stephanie and Daniel served us) and a fantastic tableside chef whose name I don’t remember. We were laughing so hard that other tables were looking on and would start cheering when we cheered at the chef, it was great. After food we went to the Atlas Park carnival, where I promptly watched Blinky ride the Zipper (it’s a caged ferris wheel where you flip upside-down) and The Professor ride The Scrambler, and all the kids ride the Round-Up, then I got cold so Dawg walked me over to the cart to pick up a funnel cake, zeppoles, and fried Oreos which I took back to Mama Dawg’s where I hung out with her and Hollywood and just chatted. I love talking to them. :) And then eventually the whole crew came back from the carnival and we had brownies that Dawg and Mama Dawg had made earlier, as well as all the fair food, and just talked for a while. When it was time for everyone to go we slipped out into the night, back to 7-11 for a few more sundries, then it was home to order my Avitaween costume then off to bed.

Monday we woke up too early then decided what we would do for the day: See Final Destination 3D! It was a ridiculous movie, but fun to go see a horror movie in the theaters, especially in 3D. I ate sooooo much popcorn, cuz I ordered the large by mistake, which comes in a tub, and I was eating it like a ferocious animal while I sucked down my fountain soda Coke. After the movie we picked up the laundry and then I was soooo not hungry so we grabbed Chinese restaurant Mexican food for later — got my regular 2 crispy chili beef tacos and order of chili beef nachos with extra japeno peppers — then grabbed Dunkin’ Donuts beverages and went home. A nap ensued. Ohhhh, do I adore my naps or do I adore my naps?! And here we are to current where I just ordered the last item of my Avitaween costume and now I’m about to watch last night’s ABDC while eating my Chinese-Mexican dindin then maybe a movie and it’s back to bed, mebbe with a little hot and steamy sex. ;)

A perfect weekend. Better than perfect.

Update: Apparently we had really hot sex on Friday, too! YAY, ME! And I’ve been guaranteed more hot sex tonight! YAY, ME AGAIN! I am a lucky girl…

A food story
Monday at lunchtime I did not feel like leaving the office, as I never feel like doing, so I hopped onto grubhub.com and put in my lunch order.

What I ordered:

What I meant by my special instructions:

What I technically said and therefore received, because this is New York City, so anything you say you want you can actually get, oops: A bunch of pieces of swiss cheese thrown together between white bread (dry) with bananas on it. As in, the fruit. I hate bananas. They are revolting to my taste buds. And they charged me $1.00 extra for the bananas but the delivery guy couldn’t read the slip and kept telling me it was $10 for the bananas. Yah, no. 1⁰⁰ is a dollar. That’s the last time I pre-tip for that particular establishment… I had a proper swiss cheese sandwich with sandwich topper peppers, mayo, and toasted bread for dinner. NUM!

A movie story
And for your viewing pleasure I present to you my review of the movie KNOW1NG (aka Knowing) starring Nicolas Cage, in less than a minute!

At the end I say something about spoiling the whole movie. I know, I know, my audio sucks. But my boobs are fantastic, so who cares?

A love story
Also, a piece of love advice from me and your favorite Dawg with an orange blog: It’s hard work to find true love, and even harder work to keep it. Be prepared! :) (<3-8 baby!)

A story-tall amount of happy
Happy bastille day, happy my-dad’s-birthday, happy (18th?!) anniversary to you-know-who-you-are!

You know how you buy concert tickets and you actually expect to get to go to the concert?

Apparently that’s almost too much to ask on the great Island of Long.

Wednesday I left work at 4:15pm because I wanted to be rested, dressed, fed, and ready for the night’s concert. Had a miserable train ride home that funked out my brain, was hungry and exhausted when I came home, and when I was just about to call Dawg to let him know I was home he called me to say he was still at work. Thankfully I did not actually care about seeing Poison or Cheap Trick.

I had taken a quick sweat-washing-off shower when I got home. Those are good for not stinking, and also good for putting me to sleep. When Dawg finally did get to come home I was Fed!, but as for dressed and ready — I was napping and woke up a little cranky. We finally got dressed and on our way to Jones Beach and then hit moderate traffic on the belt. Finally through the traffic, we arrive to the Nikon Jones Beach Theater at 8:00pm to park! Except this gigantic lot is already filled with cars… So we circle the lot, and circle the lot, and circle the lot, and circle the lot, and watch lots of cars illegally parked get ticketed by the Jones Beach Police Force. And then we finally ask them, “do you have overflow parking?” to which they respond “field 4, there’s a footpath!” so we leave the lot and try to find field 4.

…oh, for fuck’s sake, I don’t feel like complaining about this experience. Sure, things weren’t perfect, but the concert itself was AMAZING! I LOVED seeing my favorite drummer (Rick Allen) and favorite guitarist (Rick Savage). It meant so much to be a part of that experience. So, I’m walking away from this post. *STORMING OFF IN AN ADOLESCENT HUFF*

Dawg’s interpretation of my concert experience: So even though the overflow parking signage was huge suckage, the Park Police were bumbling buffoons, they decided to suddenly disallow cameras after we trekked over bridges to get to the front gate, and I was a virtual Thanksgiving Dinner with all the trimmings to millions of West Nile and Malaria carrying mosquitos… I HAD A GREAT FUCKING TIME!!!

(Exactly. :)

(That’s the $40 t-shirt Dawg bought me at the concert.)

Been sighing a lot lately, so let’s keep it light. SYTYCD? Brandon and Janette definitely can:

Mia Michaels, say the words:
“I was WRONG about Brandon.”

Brilliant performance.

And… did anyone catch Jeanine’s slip that she and Phillip are shacked up together? *GIGGLE* Chain everywhere in the apartment! *GIGGLE AGAIN!*

Just like Up, only we had tears of hilarity rather than sadness, the dog named Doug was instead two men named Doug, there was a baby with sunglasses instead of a boy with a GPS, Chinese nuts instead of squirrels, and there was a lot more blood and nudity and gambling and swearing and mind altering substances. My favorite part was Alan in the elevator. And the tiger. Oh, and we ate dinner at California Pizza Kitchen before the movie rather than at Cheesecake Factory after.

Bottom line: Go see it.

My review of the movie Up: I cried through most of it. It was very sad. Who knew an animated film could be quite that sad for that long? I have no idea why Disney/Pixar didn’t make a separate adult trailer to let us know just how sad it is.

My review of the Cheesecake Factory Caesar salad with chicken: Very garlicky but very tasty. And their chicken nachos: Very delicious!

I didn’t get to upload NKOTB photos or watch True Blood last night. Hopefully at least True Blood is tonight!

Dawg is working medical for a boxing event tonight after having done his overnight vollies and sleeping morning into early afternoon, so rather than wallow in self pity that I am the only human in the house who is up and/or here I decided to take up Robin’s invitation to go see New Kids on the Block.

Get the eye rolls and guffaws outta yer damn system.

Ok, then.

I don’t actually care about NKOTB. I was originally supposed to see Robin for a wine day with her friends but that didn’t work out. And then I was maybe gonna see her and Rachel in NJ but it was too close to my VT trip to go away for an entire weekend and Rachel is busy. Why I’m explaining myself to you I’m not exactly sure, but it probably still has something to do with the Friendly’s waitress in Vermont trying to get me to change my mind from wanting the Western omelette without ham to wanting the vegetarian omelette without mushrooms (note to world: same resulting omelette when the ham or fungus is removed; I stuck to my guns and got the Western sans piglet). Anyway, Robin saw NKOTB Friday night by herself and wants to see the encore and wants me to not wallow in self pity so she’s taking me to bumbledork NJ (Holmdel looks lovely in Google maps) to see Jabbawockeez!!!!!!, Jesse McCartney (I’ll be listening to Black Eyed Peas on my iPod Touch during that part :), then watching Robin scream like a little girl when NKOTB arrives to the stage. More about the experience than what ingredients are in the experience.

Looking forward to a good time. And I probably will either make it home right as Dawg does or be home just a smidge after him, since boxing goes late, so no wallowing for me. And, honestly, I need to not wallow. I need to be fresh and happy and stuff like that and because I don’t want to be That Girl who watched her life pass by even though she has all these cool people around her and she’s pretty cool herself and there’s all this stuff to do… ya know?