live from the roc.

hi friends.

i’ve been a slacking sally with posting but i am here in the roc w/ wordy wordy rappinghood aka sauce boats.

we are having a turd turning time.

saturday we got here [late] and went downtown to fireworks and other biznass.

yesterday, we did a little bit of this and that–had lunch with the bull, went to charlotte, met up with ghoulia, then went to dinner and then bww for some trivia and beers.

i sort of got wonky on a tall-boy blue light but managed to pull my act together.

this morning, we sat in the sun for a bit and then left and went shopping for sauce because he needed a sport coat.

after that i took him to try a garbage plate for the first time and he said “it’s good”: success.

the greatest thing about rochester is that blue/blue light is on tap…pretty much everywhere you go.

there’s also molson but i never really got into that –blue light has always been the go-to drink.

tonight we’re doing a clammy bake with the sassy and belley and then tomorrow, heading down to meet the patt-i-nator at the lake house and then sun, sun and more sun.

hollar.

my face is wonkified.

apparently i get zits, again.

haven’t had these asshats in — forever — ever since sauce told me to stop excavating my face.

anyways, today is friday [yup, not thursday].

stay tuned for tomorrow and i’ll hollar at your face.

until then, stay 100.

scams & fraudsters are on the loose.

Bonjour.

Yesterday afternoon was wacky.

Here’s the Cliff’s Notes version:

so I leave work to go grab something next door and I see this really tall business guy in a suit and this shorter regular guy in shorts having a confrontation on the corner of lex/40 by starbucks.

the shorts guy is like “DID YOU NOT TAKE YOUR MEDICINE BUDDY” and at this point both sides of the street are watching this confrontation, THEN! the suit guy reaches into his suit and goes to pull out something [I immediately thought gun and like turned away because I was freaking out].
everyone on the street like ducks down to the ground.
and then the suit guy proceeds to lurch forward and CHASE, at full speed, the shorts guy.
he chases him up about half way to the W hotel on lex.
then the suit guy stops and jumps into ONCOMING TRAFFIC and everyone SLAMS THEIR brakes–even an MTA bus.

I call 911 and then the shorts guy is like on the other side of the street and doesn’t know what to do and the suit guy [in the road] turns towards him  and starts to chase him again.
at this point, everyone on lex is like running into stores.
so then the suit guys jumps BACK into traffic, again.
and I’m still on with 911.
nypd finally show up and then the suit guy like starts to walk away on 40th towards park.

he walked away as if ‘nothing happened’ then everyone was screaming at NYPD to go chase after him.

so wild—and the guy in shorts just kept screaming HELP HELP HELP and everyone was like trying to get out of the suit guys way because he was clearly insane-o—but he looked like a totally normal person; tall, good-looking, nice suit…so sketchy.

New York man, New York!

I looked up on news places, Post and Daily, but didn’t see anything about it.

After I left yesterday and got on the train, my brain sort of hurt and I was overall feeling crummy—too much action for Nina.

Today, I woke up feeling barf-tastical and had a minor panic attack when I investigated some things this morning that made my eyes want to roll onto the floor.

I won’t get into it because it’s trivial but I’m still not feeling so hot-to-trot.

Also, I’ve somehow been semi-duped into an apartment scam because yesterday, for the sake of looking, I checked out what apartment’s are going for these days and I found one at Park Square West and it was listed as only $1,300 for 1,076 sq feet…I found this incredulous and I was skeptical in replying to the ad—anyways, once the “person” contacted me, I knew shit was fishy because he was talking all incorrect and non-professional and definitely wasn’t familiar with proper US grammar.

Besides that, dude was talking about Western Union and shit and bank account numbers and I’m like “um, no”.

Worst of all, this was all coming from Rentals.com and Rent.com [part of ebay] and it looked like it was coming from Park Square—so if I wasn’t on my p’s and q’s, who knows.

Nonetheless, I emailed the asshat back and was like “GEE THANKS BUDDY! THANKS FOR THE GREAT INFORMATION! BUT I WILL BE PASSING ON THIS FABULOUS OPPORTUNITY”.

Operation Vacation starts soon.

Tomorrow night I’m tentatively meeting up with my college friend Kristi [who’s getting married in August and I haven’t seen in forever] and our other friend Nikki—they want to go to Alive@5 but I’m apprehensive after last weeks shitstorm…plus Sauce is going to softball, so that sort of limits my manly escort.

Decisions.

fishing is okay, right?

I’m feeling much better today—no more drinking PineSol.

Yesterday I didn’t feel right; I was all shades of wrong-o.

But today I’m feeling more normal and after I took my blood pressure last night, I think that it proves that I’m normal [or maybe non-normal, because I was like 107/51 or something ridiculous].

Oh wells.

My body is probably really, really, really angry with me because I’ve got crazy yo-yo weight rollercoaster fun times.

I can pretty much gain/lose between 3-5 lbs every few days or so—I think that’s probably really unhealthy to do to your body but sometimes I just really need ice cream, cookies, and cake in one day and the next, I’ll just have my Emerg-C [mental].

I should google this…

Moving on, I brought this new burrito to lunch today and I’m so SCARED because it’s like tofu and couscous with vegetables inside and it seems sort of sketch because I can’t imagine eating frozen tofu but I’m going to give it a wing ding and we’ll see.

I’m reaaaaaaaaaaaaally excited to [possibly] go fishing next week…I told Sauce I’ve already worked out a brills way to deal with taking the fishy off the hook: rubber gloves.

The gills on the fish are sharp and plus once the hook goes into him, his guts can come out [charming].

Is fishing even humane?

If you do catch-and-release?

I should see what those Peta freaks thing.

Peta is pretty awful—I sort of dislike them because they do everything like total psychos.

There’s never anything good [press wise or other] that I ever hear from them, it’s always them attacking someone or doing something crazy and it’s like, if they are doing all this good, then why don’t we/I hear more about it?

And when I saw that Khloe Kardashian girl pose for Peta – I was sort of like “Um, did she become a vegetarian over night? Because I sort of remember her eating meat out at a resto once on the show [but maybe that was the other two or whatever]?”

Whatever.

I’m going to the Botox cosmetic surgeon/podiatry place today to have them look at my feet.

They can do whatever they need to do to them to make them look like human feet.

peterbilt or mack truck? which one!

Did a Peterbilt truck run me over?

Because I think it may have—I feel like my back stepped on or something wonky has occurred.

Meh.

This weekend was sort of a hot mess, starting with Saturday: Leggo came up around 4ish—I forced myself to sleep in until 9:45, which was nearly impossible because I just naturally wake up at 8am now.

Anyway, before Mego came I ran to Target and picked up some more Emerg-C and then when I got back home, I faux-Trader Joes Cilantro/Chive Yogurt dip.

I somehow took a 45 minute nap around 3 and then got up and that’s when Leggo got there…at which time we thought it’d be an excellent idea to start boozin’ [well, actually the idea was mine, obv].

Then CA showed up, Condor, BNY and then Sarge and his Plus 1—then we played games of chance in my room and finally walked over to Butterfield 8—then Bradford’s and then back home.

I somehow shattered a plate on the kitchen floor and cut-up my hands and feet…can’t really figure out how this happened but the plate was in the freezer and then I dropped it.

Sunday, I wanted to just stay in bed for 10 hours but I had go into NY with Leggo for Chicken Fingaz bridal shower [Dolla Dolla Bills aka Murray from Flight of the Conchords made a before and after appearance as well].

It was a decent bridal shower—those things are always so sketchy because everyone has their own ideas of what’s right and I like that the coordinators had everyone keep their gifts unwrapped so that it only took like 20 minutes for her to open all her pressies.

She got a lot of good stuff, including new Pyrex and Tupperware [I need both—ones with damn lids].

The food was so-so…I’ve got serious issues with “party” food because it never stays hot enough.

Like if you do buffet foods, there has to be some way for the catering people to make sure the food stays warm; whether it be making sure the burners are all on or keeping the warmer at the right temperature—I don’t think I’ve ever been to a party [shower, engagement, wedding, banquet, gala, etc] where the food is ever warm and it drives me bonkers.

I finally met the dude Jude and boy is he a cute little nugget.

Huge, huge blue eyes and a smiley squishy baby face, le sigh.

Cpay looked good—she mentioned that she may not be going to the bachelorette party and I was like “Oh Hell to the No”.

She has to go.

Must.

Must.

p.s. Sauce is A++.

I got a little secret, surprise present from him today [thanks also to A for apparently helping out!]
Check http://twitpic.com/photos/ninamazing.

<3 him.

flashlights & explosions.

I’ve got explosions going off in my brain right now.

EXPLOSIONS.

It makes me think of that Royskopp song—Flashlights, Explosions.

My stomach is also doing summersaults and dips and divvy-does.

I’ve eating a bunch of wonky stuff today: Clif Bar, Mexican dip, coffee cake, falafel, coleslaw, cheese, plus I didn’t take any of my life vitamins today, so that’s really making things weird.

Oy vey.

I was just realizing something, remember when everyone went psycho about swine flu? And the CDC and every other news outlet advised everyone to “wash their hands regularly, especially after touching possibly contaminated surfaces?”—what about everyday life?

Like, shouldn’t you be washing your hands anyways?

I read somewhere to “remember to wash your hands after dealing with fecal matter”.

Ummmm…unless your some sort of sicko scatologist, you better be damn sure you certainly wash your hands after touching poop.

And what would you be doing that would make you touch poop—aside from animal poop—certainly not human poop—but I don’t really want to get into that…I just find it odd that there’d be instructions on hand-washing.

I’ve always been a bit psycho with my hands—I hate when they are sticky, too dry, too moist: I need the perfect combination.

I wash my hands incessantly and also use antibacterial gels because I feel like everything is filthy.—I’m pretty gross, most of the time.

Pizza pie face.

alive @ 5 trainwreck.

Alive @ 5 last night was pretty rancid.

The only good part was that I got to see my college friends for a hot minute but other than that it was pretty shitastical.

It was way too packed and way too many groups of guys who thought it would be awesome to say things like “I’m could tear that ass up”.

Um, okay?

This was coming from all demographics—even the Greenwich Vineyard Vine types.

Barf, gag, voms.

People were boozing in the Variety bodega like it was their birfday and the lines to get into Tiernan’s/Bobby V’s were stupid long.

Some nasties were smoking inside Bobby V’s—pretty sure you’re not allowed to do that.

Other than that, I basically felt like I was walking around naked with a sign that said “Please attack me”.

I won’t return without Sauce [I actually had him come pick me up via car because I was absolutely not walking home solo…and I live like 2 minutes away].

They need to fix that foolery because it’s not right.

But like I said, plus side, I found out my friend & her BF just moved next door to my old apartment on Prospect Street, so that was pretty cool [walking distance].

After I got home, Saucey had a JBC waiting for me in the fridge and I really, really, really wanted to devour it but I didn’t [I did some other weird stuff though] because I’m not eating fast-food anymore [which is perhaps a falsity because I really can’t resist a Big Mac or Fish Filet, occasionally].

Anyways, tonight I have to clean and I’m really—really—really—really not looking forward to it.

Leggo is coming tomorrow to stay the night for Shattery’s aka Chicken Fingaz’s bridal shower on Sunday and daytime manana I’ve got some Top-Secret biznass taking place [which I’ll disclose when the coast is clear]—tomorrow night, if the rain stops being lame, its downtown for some fiesta/fiesta.

Also, I’m waiting for some sort of “Thank You” from someone.

They’ve got 10 days to provide a thank you, then, if no thank you, they’ll go onto my RUDE BATTY BOI list.

Farah Fawcett is taken by cancer.

Crazy day!

So sad…via Washington Post: Farah.

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Michael Jackson Passes Away at 50.

Story via Washington Post: MJ 2009