December 2008
52 posts
my year in cities
Bosnia: Mostar, Sarajevo
Croatia: Dubrovnik, Split, Hvar, Zagreb
Germany: Berlin, Munich, Moordorf, Hamburg, Dresden, Potsdam
Hungary: Pecs, Budapest
Italy: Pontremoli, Cinque Terra, Milan
Montenegro: Budva, Kotor
Poland: Warsaw, Krakow, Zakopane
Slovakia: Bratislava
United States: New York City, West Lafayette (IN), Traverse City (MI), teeny town on the Maryland Eastern shore whose name I...
Emily: "tripp easton mitchell???"
Betty: it SCREAMS date rape suspect
“There’s nothing worse than being a woman in show business …...”
– David Mamet
Eight hours of travel, two of them Supershuttle-related. Arrived home at 2 AM, but don’t care because I brought back four bottles of wine and champagne unexploded all over my Christmas presents! DC, prepare to be gobsmacked by the delicious wonder that is L. Mawby’s.
deadbrilliant:
I left my apartment on Wednesday, 12/24/08, at 12pm CST.
I got to our cabin Friday, 12/26/08 at 1:43pm EST.
Please don’t ask me about the interim.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
It’s 8:17 PM on Christmas Day.
Jen still isn’t here and her flight tonight was delayed another two hours.
We haven’t filled the stockings, opened any presents, or made any Christmas food.
I hesitate to use phrases like “incredibly depressing,” or “worst Christmas ever,” or “Mom is probably crying in the basement right now,” but only because...
a little christmas perspective
I got my wisdom teeth out early this morning, crashed for four hours, subsequently got so tired from frosting a batch of cookies I needed a six-hour nap and can’t eat anything harder than tomato soup.
My sister’s flight made it all the way to Traverse City, only to have the pilot decide he didn’t like the look of the runway and turn the plane around back to Chicago. At 6:30 on...
emilyposts:
1 Vokda = Fun Emily
2 Vodka = Sappy Emily
3 Vodka = Sad Emily
omens
Dad: You know how sometime you can just tell it's going to be a rough day?
Em: Sure.
Dad: Well, when the sideline anchorman for the Giants game is Jim Cantori from the Weather Channel, it's going to be a rough day.
For Christmas
mareen:
I would like any individual or company I work for to refrain from anything saying “the next year will be better” or something about being able to be successful in spite of some crisis on their Christmas cards. Thanks.
Or did everyone except me have a bad year?
Agreed. I had the best year of my life this year and want to enjoy this.
Tonight I had drinks with a friend from high school who I haven’t seen in at least seven years.
Let’s just say that of all the rumors spread about me after I left my hometown and never looked back, “didn’t she get happily married like five years ago?” is the LAST one I’d have expected to stick.
Mmm. Acetaminophen with coedine with skunky cab sav from the office party is my new favorite holiday cocktail.
and this is coming from a girl who had three years...
So much pain. So, so much pain. I’ve already taken eight Aleve today, have only eaten soup, milkshakes and coffee for the last 24 hours, but still want to die.
Getting these suckers out can’t possibly be worse than having them in while infected. When they’re in and infected I still have to sit at my desk and be a grownup while terrified that the infection is spreading and...
conversational snippets regarding my likely wisdom...
“How is it you’re 26 and you haven’t done this yet?”
“It’s different for everyone. For me, it hurt like crazy.”
“Make sure that boyfriend of yours takes care of you afterwards.”
“I wasn’t really ready when I did it, but I wanted to get it out of the way before college.”
jennifer: A GUY JUST TRIED TO KISS MY FOOT ON THE TRAIN
“I’m delighted and honored by this nomination. It takes some of the sting...”
– Neil Patrick Harris on his Golden Globe nomination
David Hasselhoff, “Feliz Navidad.” ...
huh what now?
Em: So what was the lecture you went to last night?
Mom: Oh, you can read about it on my blog!
American spirit.
alexbalk:
A stay-at-home mother whose husband is a litigation attorney, Mrs. Sirof says that Ms. Monterrosa was a “second mom to my kids.” Ms. Monterrosa was there when she suffered a bout of depression and when she went on spa trips or outings to get Botox and Juvéderm injections, says Mrs. Sirof. But a few months ago, the family decided they couldn’t afford Ms. Monterrosa anymore and let her...
love letter to my girlfriends
Tonight we drank Pinot Noir, Yuengling, and something frighteningly blue that involved champagne. We talked about the Catholic church, NCAA basketball, sex with socks on, dealing with parents over the holidays, Twilight, proposal stories, mortgages, job searches, inauguration plans, academia, pets, mean girls in middle school, and Christmas trees.
And we got behind the upstairs bar at Lucky Bar...
holy freaking crap
I wrote a graduate thesis.
oh my god, emily, get it together and stop dicking around on the internet. travel blogs about hiking the inca trail will be there after you hand your thesis in TOMORROW OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M GOING TO FAIL AND THE LAST THREE YEARS HAVE BEEN FOR NOTHING WHAT WILL I TELL MY MOTHER?
The most unrealistic thing on last night's Gossip...
a. Lily having no problem with 17-year-old Serena jetting off to Buenos Aires for Christmas with her greasy poseur boyfriend the day after Bart’s funeral
b. Chuck being vulnerable long enough to let Blair big spoon him
c. Eleanor Waldorf letting Jenny make her wedding jacket in under 24 hours, like some twisted Project Runway challenge
d. the K-Mart commercial about halfway through that...
Austenbook - Facebook Jane Austen style... →
radarchive:
(via camiam)
WatchHow did I not know until right now that Coolio has an online cooking show?!
“I’m getting some more champagne. Meet you at the sushi conveyor belt...”
– Went to K’s company holiday party last night at the Dulles extension of the Air and Space Museum. Dating a defense contractor has some pretty sweet perks.
I’d forgotten how lovely DC bloggers can be. Thanks all for a really fun happy hour. Sorry about that whole drinking water and leaving at 7:30 thing. I’ll be fun after January 15th.
“We all have ways of coping. I use sex and awesomeness.”
– Jack Donaghy
About to attend my very last graduate school class and hand in my very last (non-thesis) paper EVER.
Or, um, at least for my master’s.
But we won’t talk about that now. Doctorates are scary, far-off things in the distant future, like meteors that crash into the Earth or women getting the right to vote. No sense worrying about such tomfoolery now.
“O… Saya,” A.R. Rahman and...
this nearly made me burst into tears in the GW... →
and it's an actual band, not a group of buddies... →
how my sister schools me at cool, vol. MCVXVI
Jen: so, um, this was something that i didn't want to tell the family until i got a job
Jen: but i joined a band