it’s almost turkey day charlie brown.

I have a bunny.

His name is Percy.

He’s a girl but I prefer to call him a boy.

I love him—although he’s very cranky and snotty.

A little pressy from Sauce.

I was too busy to write anything yesterday [I’M SO BUSY WITH MY BRIEFCASE] because I was putting fires out, both personal and non-personal.

Yesterday further solidified that it was a great choice for me to remain in CT for the holladay—although today, I am feeling a little poopy because…despite my Thanksgiving trainwrecks each year, it is strange not being there…if only for the habit of going…eh.

I also have the sads in a small way about not seeing my frengers tonight.

I spoke to Christ and she had the sads too.

Habits.

Anyways, I’m usually deathly wonkified on Thanksgiving each year, so it’ll be nice to be with it.

Whatever.

I’m tired today and this gloomy ass weather is putting me to sleep.

Maybe a morning cocktail will lift my spirits.

Jokes.

Sort of.

introducing palace players — mew // nonsense.

this video is a big huh but it works.

 

you can turn a ho-lladay into a housewife.

Today is Sassy’s birthday and I always try to get her something fun and ridiculous because it makes her uncomfortable.

I’m such a nice person that I like to make people feel uncomfortable on their birfdays.

I’ve been rotating Mackenzie Childs [she is obsessed…as am I] between Christmas and zer birfday for a while now.

This year for Christmas I’m going to get her some fancy stuff for her head.

I’d love to spend the day with her at the salon over Christmas but she’s always so naughty and won’t come with me to get my nails done while I’m home because she’s always telling me these weird stories about Chinese people and fungus, so I’ve more or less given up [granted, there are no Chinese people at SMS plus I think she may mean nail salons, which are normally run by Asians has a fungus problem and less about the Asian people themselves because I don't think the Sas is a discriminator.].

She has the sads because I’ll be in CT this week but it’s for the best, besides, I’ll be there carrying a torch for the Jewish Carpenter’s birfday, so no worries.

Anyways, this weekend was capital Sills.

Friday night I went to Craft with Grassy and Christ and had a 50/50 dinner…I’ve been striking out lately with eating out.

We had: Pecorino fondue with acacia honey and nuts, mussels meuniere, frisee salad with a bunch of junk on it, I ordered some cheese—Hazen Blue is outrageous—and then I also ordered boquerones [white anchovies] with a soft egg on fennel slaw.

Pecorino was okay—could have been warmer.

Salad was salad.

The cheese was good but they messed up in a major way by giving me fruited bread __HELLO!__ if you give someone a cheese plate, you don’t give them flavored bread because it mangles the flavor of the cheese.

SHEESH.

The boquerones was SOOO disappointing—the fennel slaw was a fucking sloppy ass mess of mushy diapers and shit.

Also, the boquerones were sort of flavorless…plus it was bloody awkward to eat because they cut the bread in two and it needed to be cut in like 4 pieces.

On top of all of this, our table reminded me of a 1950s Dragnet episode because there was a lamp beating down on Christ and I, while Grassy played gumshoe McGee and interrogated us from across the table.

Despite all of that, we got down to the biznass at hand: wedding biznass.

Things are semi-sorta coming along.

There is no dress, no flowers, no photographer…but we have a venue and a DJ.

Christ is taking all of this in stride, considering everything that’s going on with her and work stuff.

After that, everyone was feeling fancy so we went to Live Bait [whack] to have some Louisianan drinks and we talked more about this and that and this and that.

On Saturday early AM, we had that photo shoot with Logan and then for lunch, Sauce took me to the Sycamore drive-in because I love hamburgers.

[but before all of that, I had a nice 8:45am call with the Duke where he grilled me about a bunch of random stuff that I hate discussing. “What are you two doing…” etc, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah, gah pressurized pressure].

I took a nap and then went out with Sarge & CTS to Bradfords and the Brick—hanging out with the boys sans Sauce is always a funny ass time because I usually don’t really pay attention to what sort of foolery they’re up to when Sauce is out, like their housewife-hunting womp womp womp.

I was super worried I’d wake up Sunday with the hangover of the universe but I was totes fine; great success.

Sauce has a nice “surprise” for me that he planned “in July” that’s coming “today” but it isn’t “what I expect” which really make a whole lot of sense.

If it’s not a bunny named Percy, someone is in trouble.

yeah buddy.

last night was weird.

this morning was weird.

everything is weird.

i do not like it.

darkwing duck, let’s get dangeerous.

It’s that lovely time of year again: holladay fêtes.

I enlisted the help of my friendly fwends to help me decide what I’ll force people to eat this year.

This year will be fun because I’m expecting a good turn-out—probably 70 or 80 people, including some of my people because why not?

[if anyone is in the city the week of December 7th, hollar, cuz yous invited ha]

Starts::

Classic Chopped Caesar | Parmesan Crouton, Caesar Dressing

Beet Salad with Goat Cheese | Frisee Salad, Red Beets ,Oranges, Herbs

Yellowfin Tuna Tartare | Soy, Ginger, Sesame Seeds

Buffalo Mozzarella | Tomatoes, Extra Virgin Olive

Mains::

Grilled Atlantic Salmon | Lentils, Mustard Glaze

Linguine Pasta with Duck Ragout | Parmesan, Parsley

Vegetarian Risotto | Mushrooms, Pecorino

Aged NY Strip 14 oz.

Plus there’ll be endless imbibitions, lots of wacky butlered snacksadoodles, and of course, entertainment—entertainment by people passing out, falling down, and acting up.

Gosh I love hollladay times.

ANYWAYS, so I went up to Tiffany’s and pretended I was Nicki Minaj and started to try on a bunch of naughty stuff.

I was really there to assist my frenger but I figured, I’m there, why the hell not—and so I put on a bunch of re-re rings and tried on a bracelet that was so icy.

Although I tried on a lot of money in the bank jewelry, a few years ago, I went into H Stern with the Duke [he was getting some baubles for doody] and he let me try on some serious shit…like 200k of jewelry all at once.

I remember I joked and said “What if I ran out of the store right now?” and the Duke said “That security guard would shoot you”. FAIR ENOUGH.

I’m not sure if H Stern still does this, but they used to have a policy where if you bought something from their store, you could wear it for like a year or whatever, come back to the store and trade your item in for something new…like a lease.

Smart because you could then wear new season jewelry then re-up come the next season: www.hstern.net/

Anyway, one of rings I tried was the Tiffany Legacy with like 4 perfect carats in it bahrumpa – it was so outrageously gaudy – so ridiculously the cost of my salary X infinity!

The thing is, people actually buy that shit.

Crazy I tell you.

After I scared the living poop out of my fwend, we went over to Mackenzie Childs and I picked up a fancy gift for Saskatchewan’s birfday.

I spent 20 arms on shipping because the gift is el fragile and so I opted for special delivery from Captain Kangaroo.

Also I’m such a moron and forgot about next week’s delivery difficulties aka Thanksgiving trample. DUMB.

Oh vell.

Finally, we stopped at Sephora and my frenger picked up some more gifts for the females in his life.

All I got out of the whole expedition was free trainfare.

Tonight I’m playing games of chance in the city that do no involve alalalalalallalalalcohol.

Me, Eureka’s Castle and Darkwing Duck aka Christ and France are having dinner at a Top Cheffage restaurant—to discuss many topics of choice but mostly and probably wedding stuff.

Poop scoot and boogie ya’ll, it’s Friday.

friends are your friends.

I has coffee.

I plays the pianos.

I look at the internets.

I eats the medicines.

Yous my friend? We play gin rummys?

Yesh.

Meow.

turkey turkey turkey gobble gobble poop poop.

I think I dreamt about last night’s dinner—pork fat, why do you taunt me?

That Wolfgang recipe with the pork and more pork was out of this world.

Pork can do no wrong.

Today I’m heading up to Tiffany’s to help a brazzah pick up some baubles for his madam.

I want something from Tiffany’s.

Wordy Rappinghood says Tiffany’s is “dad/daughter” jewelry.

I’m not sure what that’s supposed to imply because some of their jewelry is not “dad/daughter” jewelry…because that’d be sketchy or nice, I can’t decide.

If the Dukeopatamus ever bought me a 10k necklace, I’m not sure how I’d feel about that.

I did inherit a 1950s Tiffany pearl necklace from his nana, technically, my great nana and I did some investigating and the value is pretty high—and I still don’t understand how I got them when their real precious smart talented wordly thoughtful mini-teen granddaughter is the real gem of the family.

I am no beggar and I am not choosy.

Speaking of Dukeopatamus I found out that Wordy Rappinghood and I have a nice trip to San Diego lined up in February—sans monies, which is really the only way to go about anything, obvs.

The details are sparse but I’m excited for the multiple travels next year: San Diego, North Cacalacky, and then back upstate for some fancy two-step walkings down ze aisles.

Speaking of two-step aisle walking, Brooke Shields, if you are reading this, I’m waiting for a phone call: there are only 12 days left in this month!

So sometime between today and November 30^th, I expect a phone call, followed by you screaming into the phone and having some sort of freak-out—then I’ll drive up Boston, and we’ll freak-out together because solo freak-outs are fun but freak-outs together are much better.

Mmm k? thanks.

I’m really, really, really excited about Thanksgiving next week because I get to take a nice break from the WORLD—and there’s no travel involved, booyahkashaka.

fool for disney.

I LOVE DISNEY PRINCESS MOVIES.

i watch nickelodeon; sauce loves it when i put on hannah montana or zoe or whatever show du jour i watch in the privacy [and secrecy] of my bedroom.

 

hey pig.

1^st order of biznass: I’m pixted off and writing an email to Shop Rite for tricking consumer, ahem, me, into purchasing a certain naughty meat companies products by putting their “SILVER” label in the organic section.

I ran into Shop Rite to get some dinner food for yesterday, tonight and tomorrow and I had to get chicken for a recipe—so I went to their ‘organic’ section [which is pretty lame with slim pickins’, only Coleman Farms] ANYWAY, another recipe that I am making from Wolfgang Puck calls for pork chops.

We don’t eat pork chops, ever, but these are the thick center cut ones and I saw a few packages in the organic section with a “SPECIAL LABEL” so I picked up a pack of two.

I came home and googled the label, because I google every food I eat because I’m a creep and then I’m looking at the website and scroll to the bottom and it’s owned by “EVIL DOERS”.

There are a few top meat companies I avoid at all costs: 2 chicken companies, a specialty pork company, a huge meat producer of beef, pork, and chicken, and any groceries stores marquee brands because who knows where the hell that garbage came from—so I was really angry to find out that I bought numero uno offenders meat.

Looking at their website, I was also pixted off at their marketing mumbo jumbo shit.

I mean the crap they probably do to the animals/meat in the CAFO’s aka concentrated factory farming operations http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Factory_farming is totally sick… the poop and the urine and the dead animals and the animal compactness.

Sick.

So I’m going to write an email to Shop Rite to remove this company’s garbage out of their organics section and then I’m emailing the pork company and asking for my money back [because they have a ‘money back guarantee’ if their pork doesn’t meet the consumers standards, and it doesn’t].

I didn’t mention any of the company’s names, besides Shop Rite, because there are g-d Veggie Libel laws that prevent anyone from talking poorly about the meat industry in certain states [CT not one of them but no need to take unnecessary risks].

Not like people will be readying this but you literally can get sued, which is crazy talk!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food_libel_laws

Moving on 2^nd order of biznass: I’m writing down my dreams.

They are madness and I’ll post some of them up here—last night’s were wonky but I want to wait a few days to get to some really bonkers junk.

The end.

ya ya ya coco jambo.

monday is coco jambo day.

 

 

also, this is a good song to brush your teefs to.