No I'm joking... kinda, well Last January I did attempt to create a Vlog, which was my new years resolution. Within the less than 3 minute segment I vowed to not make the Vlog anything like journals I always tried to start in the past... Where I inevitably maxed out by January 3rd... proving my inability to commit to anything. Well the blog's life span was even shorter lasting only one lonely pilot episode, however hilarious if I do say so myself.
So anyways, SB2K10! ow ow!
So far this week has consisted of my friend Corey and I romping around Philadelphia in hopes of discovering new bars, new food and new people throughout the different "neighborhoods" in Philly.
Sunday night, March 7th consisted of me catching up with high school friends at the Great American Pub in Narberth, somewhere I have lived near for my entire life yet I have never ventured inside. The awkwardly drunk 50-something bartender (apparently a local "narbies" favorite) made it a point to lift his shirt up ever 5-10 minutes to show off an excessively hairy belly and rant and rave about the philosophy of Tom Jones as we watched the Oscars on 6-7 flat screen tvs... it was weird, to say the least.
Monday night-- the highlight of my week thus far, my new friend Kat hosted an art exhibit at Hinge Cafe in Port Richmond. The heat from the faux fireplace mixed the tall hipster boys, free gallons of red wine and the smooth sounds of Clean Equations (check them out on myspace- they rocked) caused my face to literally radiate awkwardness... (its cool I have a sip of red wine and my cheeks flush like a virgin on prom night). Pretending to panick that the leggings that corey was wearing were an actual "jungle cat! watch out!" and waved like a dope at boys I met the week before, prevented me from spitting any actual game.
Shortly after my parents arrived my dad... ironically dressed up in clothes I've never seen him in, a Ireland t-shirt, plaid wool blazer and kakhi pants (if he had been 40 years younger he would have fit right in with the hipster-scene), had to leave because he was sweating and had successfully made himself known with his booming voice and inappropriate humor.
As I began to feel tipsy I looked over only to see a boy I went to high school with ( a year older, who I randomly made out with several times back in 2004) taking 20 minutes to decide if I should say hello to him or if he'd even remember me. Several more glasses of wine later I gained the courage and we played catch up for several minutes...
As quickly as the art show began it ended, and we soon created an after party of our own, outside, finishing the remains of the vino and heading over to Barbary's in NoLibs. The mix of songs ranging from "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads and Blur's "woohoo" made for a perfect dance party (Typically, in manayunk dance parties look more like a grind-fest rap music video, where people go to black out and put out...) After "mom-dancing" the DJ struck the perfect chord and played Saves The Day's "At Your Funeral" not only one of my favorite songs, but we had recently attended their show not only 3 weeks before. As I jumped for joy and bopped around I soon found myself head over heels with excitment.. seriously, fell so hard.. however, grateful I was not the only one... Jim had the remains of a dirty foot print on his kakhis to prove it. The clock struck 3 and it was time to go, Corey and I hailed a cab and continued our adventure home having accidents in the foyer and waking up her entire building in a drunken stooper.
Tuesday, a day to redeem ourselves.
After spending the entire day with Corey driving all around first to NoLibs for an organic breakfast at "Honey's Sit-and-Eat" (FANTASTIC LATKAS) to Plymouth Meeting to play with puppies, our new "friends"(i use the term friends loosely as I have become exponentially more tongue-tied every time we've hung out with them) allowed us a chance to redeem ourselves from the previous night's drunken mess I call "a killer time"... and invited us to the dark basement of Voyeur to see a DJ called Snaxx. I dont know if it was the uncomfortable drunk I got off of 2 tall boys of Sparxx or the Outback Steakhouse meal I had for dinner but the DJ seemed to mix the perfect amount of beats, drumming and spanish that virtually impressed the fuck outta me. Besides the co-ed bathroom, where when you went to sit the door was so close to you, your knees had to be up by your ears, it was all in all a pretty gnarly night.
Wednesday, Is the POPE catholic?
In this case not really... sticking to our plan to keep it real and try new places out all week, we "yelped" (a website where restaurant goers can submit their own reviews for anyone to see) for a good 25 minutes and corey and I decided we wanted to go the Pub on Passyunk East (aka THE POPE). Styled with a crazy amount of beers and the smooth sounds coming out of the Juke Box, POPE might be my favorite place yet. And the best part? Spent the entire night catching up with my two friends from high school (one being said boy I ran into on monday at the art show), yes now that I am clearly a funnier and less awkward person in writing I grew a pair and posted this on his wall referencing that if he came to POPE he might get lucky and we can make out to the Lincoln Park- Jay-z mash up in the back of mikes car haha. Both him and Mike came and played catch up... (ie. no make out).
So we parted our ways, and I set home to finally get some much needed sleep.
Thursday, the night I refer to as "chill"
After much debate about which new place to try, Corey and I decided to force our friend Ashley to come out to Cantina's on East Passyunk (apparently our new favorite street...) in South Philly to split a pitcher of Margaritas and shit all over boys. The place was beautifully lit with year-round christmas multi- color twinkle lights and an eclectic array of music booming from it's juke box. Jim showed up and we dished about his ex's for a while, always super-entertaining, and his get-rich-quick scheme to beat "The Man" in Atlantic City. When it came time to pay the bill they offered a questionairre to our table, which i quickly jumped at-- some questions including:
favorite food: Small Babies
favorite song to get drunk to: Psycho killer- talking heads ( a song that has been in my head for about a week now)
favorite song when drunk: MACARANA (sp?)
comments?questions? : The waiter with the blue-gray plaid shirt and tight skinnys is totes-adorbs ;-)
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on the other side: a budget- 3rd grade style picture of me and the waiter holding hands, depicting his shaggy hipster beard and skinny jeans.... along with my e-mail address..
...he never emailed.. weird....
Welp. Today is now Friday-- a day that I spent hunting for steals at the thrift store with money i do not have.... However, today is ALSO pay day!! woo hoo-- and tonight will be the one flaw in our week of new places... we're heading back to Voyeur in the gayborhood near washington square... as they are hosting "Making Time" apparently something thats worth $12 to see, however they are offering quite the steal: from 9-11 PRB and Sparxx are included in the $12 cover.
HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.
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Awww cute blog. Cool idea to have a "STAYCATION" in Philly! I love the POPE. Glad my show was the highlight of your week... I mean, it WAS a pretty freakin' awesome night. Honey's is cool but their triangular latkes are kinda bogus. I think those are all my comments. Oh, post a link to your vlog, I bet it's funny.
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