Tommy used to work on the docks...
Dear Johnny Depp,
We get it. You are unique and quirky and your movies with Tim Burton are creepy yet entertaining. Really. Got it. Now that you know,
Please?
No love,
Randi
Half of me really wants this week to be over, and the other half is dreading it likewhoa. I've got a million things due, and not a lot of time to do them. Once this week is over, it either means that I've either finished everything and this hell is over, or I stalled somehow and my Thanksgiving break is going to be tainted. I really hope it's the former. Blech.
Um - did anyone else hear that TRL is cancelled? Man... In middle school I would get together with my friends and call 1-800-DIAL-MTV a million times and dance and swoon over Carson... it was the highlight of my day. I stopped watching just before Carson got replaced, but it still doesn't change the fact that ANOTHER hallmark of my childhood is dead. I feel old.
ALSO, our favorite bar, Fanatics, has gone into the shitter it seems. They shut down over the summer because they had NO business. They re-opened, and it seemed really nice, but over time, it became clear that they were catering to the fraternity/sorority crowd on campus. Not really a big deal, we went there for the bartenders and inexpensive beer. We just had to avoid it when it was busy, and everything was kosher. We made the mistake of going in there on Saturday after seeing the Revenger's Tragedy (which was fantastic). One of the new bartenders pulled out a megaphone and called out this girl who was celebrating her birthday. To the entire bar, he was shouting "BIRTHDAY GIRL HAS TO GET ON THE BAR!!" over and over. It was obvious she didn't want to, but with her friends cheering her on and this dumbass bartender shouting in her face, she ended up getting up there. Khaki and I just stood back and watched. The bartender had a really big shot made up, and put the cup and a chair on top of the bar, and then hopped up there himself. The girl was looking pretty confused, but he pulled up the megaphone, and sat in the chair. There were a bunch of straws in the cup, and he started goading her to get on her knees. She looked really uncomfortable, but everyone was laughing and cheering, so she did it. He told her to put her hands behind her back. She did. By this time, Khaki and I were opened mouthed and completely in shock. The bartender put the shot in between his legs, and told her to suck it down. In front of EVERYONE, on top of a bar, this girl sticks her face in his crotch and drinks this shot. Her friends are cheering, and even our bartenders who we are friends with were laughing. Khaki and I were APPALLED. Somewhere in there, she asked him if the shot tasted good. He said something to the effect of "baby, most girls don't worry about how it tastes, they're only concerned with the sucking."
We stormed out pretty quickly, and made plans to talk to the manager and other bartenders. It's just... blech. You know, I'm a pretty optimistic person. I'd like to think that my generation is making strides to improve our declining culture, and that we can be key in making the world, or at least our country, better. I see things like this though, and it just makes me depressed and appalled. I wanted to shake this girl by her shoulders and tell her to get some self-respect. I wanted to punch that damn bartender in the face and tell his mother what he had done. The whole situation was just really upsetting. We tried going to NYP to drink instead, but we were so pissed off that we ended up going home and watching When Harry Met Sally. Which is really the cure all for any situation.
Bleh. Things aren't awful, but things like that make it feel that way.
I'm also hella sick. I caught it from Khaki, but I'm mostly better now. I felt worse last week, but this week, I have a cough that sounds like I'm dying. I'd like it to be gone now, please. I'm just kind of paranoid that it's going to turn into bronchitis. Strawberry sorbet, warm tea, and sleep are helping though, so keep your fingers crossed for me.
In other news, we've got to HOLD ON to what we're got, cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other, and that's a lot for love - we'll give it a shot.
OhhhhhhhA
We're half way there
WhoaaaaaaaA
We're livin' on a prayer
*ahem*
Sorry. I've needed to get that out of my system now for a while. I never understood the repercussions of listening to Bon Jovi while in a public place. It makes it marginally more difficult to rock out.
This entry has exploded. It was only going to be a little thing, but then I realized I had a lot more to say. Whoops. Anyhoo, it's time for work, so I should be off. I love you LJ friends. Adieu!
We get it. You are unique and quirky and your movies with Tim Burton are creepy yet entertaining. Really. Got it. Now that you know,
Please?
No love,
Randi
Half of me really wants this week to be over, and the other half is dreading it likewhoa. I've got a million things due, and not a lot of time to do them. Once this week is over, it either means that I've either finished everything and this hell is over, or I stalled somehow and my Thanksgiving break is going to be tainted. I really hope it's the former. Blech.
Um - did anyone else hear that TRL is cancelled? Man... In middle school I would get together with my friends and call 1-800-DIAL-MTV a million times and dance and swoon over Carson... it was the highlight of my day. I stopped watching just before Carson got replaced, but it still doesn't change the fact that ANOTHER hallmark of my childhood is dead. I feel old.
ALSO, our favorite bar, Fanatics, has gone into the shitter it seems. They shut down over the summer because they had NO business. They re-opened, and it seemed really nice, but over time, it became clear that they were catering to the fraternity/sorority crowd on campus. Not really a big deal, we went there for the bartenders and inexpensive beer. We just had to avoid it when it was busy, and everything was kosher. We made the mistake of going in there on Saturday after seeing the Revenger's Tragedy (which was fantastic). One of the new bartenders pulled out a megaphone and called out this girl who was celebrating her birthday. To the entire bar, he was shouting "BIRTHDAY GIRL HAS TO GET ON THE BAR!!" over and over. It was obvious she didn't want to, but with her friends cheering her on and this dumbass bartender shouting in her face, she ended up getting up there. Khaki and I just stood back and watched. The bartender had a really big shot made up, and put the cup and a chair on top of the bar, and then hopped up there himself. The girl was looking pretty confused, but he pulled up the megaphone, and sat in the chair. There were a bunch of straws in the cup, and he started goading her to get on her knees. She looked really uncomfortable, but everyone was laughing and cheering, so she did it. He told her to put her hands behind her back. She did. By this time, Khaki and I were opened mouthed and completely in shock. The bartender put the shot in between his legs, and told her to suck it down. In front of EVERYONE, on top of a bar, this girl sticks her face in his crotch and drinks this shot. Her friends are cheering, and even our bartenders who we are friends with were laughing. Khaki and I were APPALLED. Somewhere in there, she asked him if the shot tasted good. He said something to the effect of "baby, most girls don't worry about how it tastes, they're only concerned with the sucking."
We stormed out pretty quickly, and made plans to talk to the manager and other bartenders. It's just... blech. You know, I'm a pretty optimistic person. I'd like to think that my generation is making strides to improve our declining culture, and that we can be key in making the world, or at least our country, better. I see things like this though, and it just makes me depressed and appalled. I wanted to shake this girl by her shoulders and tell her to get some self-respect. I wanted to punch that damn bartender in the face and tell his mother what he had done. The whole situation was just really upsetting. We tried going to NYP to drink instead, but we were so pissed off that we ended up going home and watching When Harry Met Sally. Which is really the cure all for any situation.
Bleh. Things aren't awful, but things like that make it feel that way.
I'm also hella sick. I caught it from Khaki, but I'm mostly better now. I felt worse last week, but this week, I have a cough that sounds like I'm dying. I'd like it to be gone now, please. I'm just kind of paranoid that it's going to turn into bronchitis. Strawberry sorbet, warm tea, and sleep are helping though, so keep your fingers crossed for me.
In other news, we've got to HOLD ON to what we're got, cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other, and that's a lot for love - we'll give it a shot.
OhhhhhhhA
We're half way there
WhoaaaaaaaA
We're livin' on a prayer
*ahem*
Sorry. I've needed to get that out of my system now for a while. I never understood the repercussions of listening to Bon Jovi while in a public place. It makes it marginally more difficult to rock out.
This entry has exploded. It was only going to be a little thing, but then I realized I had a lot more to say. Whoops. Anyhoo, it's time for work, so I should be off. I love you LJ friends. Adieu!