tomorrow i will most likely be drunk by 7, if not earlier, as my lovely roommate is moving to san fran and is having a shit show of a going away party. this involves chevys $3 margaritas, a large donkey pinata filled with tiny bottles of various alcohol and candies, and si amigos buckets of alcohol drinks (casuelas) oh lord.
that and i find myself completely incapable of doing work at my job these days. sure sign that i need a new job. also sure sign, is my boss calling and requesting i work tomorrow, which would be my 5th day in a row, and i still have saturday to work (expect a posting then). or the fact i've worked here for 3 birthdays and never once received a birthday card. or a free email...or...jesus the list goes on. and on. and on. fuck her. please please please let her retire.
tomorrow cleaning for saturday, when bands will play on my roof! i'm curious to see if anyone falls off from "rocking" too hard. or, more likely, being too drunk.
i'll have to scan the flier for jon's going away party, its amazing and references lil wayne, as all good things in life do.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
demolition derby
really?
Originally uploaded by alice in reno
hot damn! i have a new goal in life: be a demolition derby driver, at least once. wish i had brought proper camera, instead of camera phone as all the photos i took look like shit. or like some blurry tiny cars parked in a dirt circle.
also, really state fair? get it together.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
here's why
the fuck the police post, in bulleted quick re-cap form:
also, don't mind the spelling errors, as i don't care to fix them (fuck tha typos too!)
-hot august nights = increase in crime! (according to rgj which means reno puts about 10,00 more cops with not a lot to do out on the street)
-my friend's car is broken into, laptop, ipod stolen, he's in the bar accross the street from where his car is parked and he's obviously upset, crying, doing what people do when this type of situation arises (ie, freaking out/crying/wanting to be alone)
-go outside, there's like 10 cops and drunk tank in the parking lot my friends car is parked at (ironic, no?)
- then later, someone runs inside the bar saying that bike locks are being cut! by cops! everyone freaks out, goes outside. turns out 1 bike lock has in fact been cut, by a cop. his reason? the bike was on a street light not where it should have been. it was also hot august bikes day, and there's like 20 bicycles locked up to a variety of shit, up and down the street. whaaaa? i later look up muni code on this, and it only specifies that bikes should be lock in racks, or on curbs, etc, and that obstructions of sidewalks code and can only peice that very very loosely, the cop could interpret the law that way, but if cops are going around cutting locks when bikes are locked up to trash cans, signs, etc, (and actually on a curb and not blocking the sidewalk in anyway) that they should be cut because they're on the sidewalk is crap. and fucked up.
-so then there's like 10 cops in front of the bar, with all these kids freaking out, at like 4 in the morning and my friend who had his car broken into walks across the street holding an open container (he went to drink and be sad in his car) jay walks not really realizing all the cops are out front, and they run after him and arrest him and then throw him in the drunk tank while all we can do is stand there speechless and helplessly watch this go down. bullshit. can't cut the guy a break?
-oh and then the cop my other friend and i are asking questions to (about the bikes and shit mostly) actually asks for my friends id to make sure he's old enough to be drinking.
maybe i should file this under reasons i hate hot august nights or something? really i just felt that the police even standing around looking bored or looking to ticket people for jay walking (seriously they threatened at least 10 people) was fucking a waste and a let down. in conclusion, reno pd deserves reno 911! because it really is that dumb. and pointless. and inefficient.
also, don't mind the spelling errors, as i don't care to fix them (fuck tha typos too!)
-hot august nights = increase in crime! (according to rgj which means reno puts about 10,00 more cops with not a lot to do out on the street)
-my friend's car is broken into, laptop, ipod stolen, he's in the bar accross the street from where his car is parked and he's obviously upset, crying, doing what people do when this type of situation arises (ie, freaking out/crying/wanting to be alone)
-go outside, there's like 10 cops and drunk tank in the parking lot my friends car is parked at (ironic, no?)
- then later, someone runs inside the bar saying that bike locks are being cut! by cops! everyone freaks out, goes outside. turns out 1 bike lock has in fact been cut, by a cop. his reason? the bike was on a street light not where it should have been. it was also hot august bikes day, and there's like 20 bicycles locked up to a variety of shit, up and down the street. whaaaa? i later look up muni code on this, and it only specifies that bikes should be lock in racks, or on curbs, etc, and that obstructions of sidewalks code and can only peice that very very loosely, the cop could interpret the law that way, but if cops are going around cutting locks when bikes are locked up to trash cans, signs, etc, (and actually on a curb and not blocking the sidewalk in anyway) that they should be cut because they're on the sidewalk is crap. and fucked up.
-so then there's like 10 cops in front of the bar, with all these kids freaking out, at like 4 in the morning and my friend who had his car broken into walks across the street holding an open container (he went to drink and be sad in his car) jay walks not really realizing all the cops are out front, and they run after him and arrest him and then throw him in the drunk tank while all we can do is stand there speechless and helplessly watch this go down. bullshit. can't cut the guy a break?
-oh and then the cop my other friend and i are asking questions to (about the bikes and shit mostly) actually asks for my friends id to make sure he's old enough to be drinking.
maybe i should file this under reasons i hate hot august nights or something? really i just felt that the police even standing around looking bored or looking to ticket people for jay walking (seriously they threatened at least 10 people) was fucking a waste and a let down. in conclusion, reno pd deserves reno 911! because it really is that dumb. and pointless. and inefficient.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
pho sho
today, i randomly ran into tonyboy when walking to pho with aislynn. he parks his car haphazardly in a spot, hops out and offers me a free chromeo ticket. for a show in san francisco. tonight. he's leaving town now. do i want it? fuck yes i do, but i work in AN HOUR. fuck. he then offers it to aislynn, whom he's only just met about a second ago. we tell him we'll think about it and to call us from a pay phone after buying oil for his car.
10 minutes later, i've zoned out walking around downtown, so we've walked like 5 blocks past pho at this point (oops! destination unknown) i can't get a hold of co-workers, but aislynn and i decide, fuck it, we'll both go, one of us will scalp a ticket. call work, my co-worker blows my cover to hell, and the fucking lawyer in library program is busy busy busy, which means there is no way i can go unless i want to fuck over a bunch of people with legal problems that are already getting fucked over.
aislynn ends up going with tonyboy, so i'm curious to see how that goes. god i wish i could've gone, would've been so ridiculous. instead, i ate pho by myself, and listened to some kid ask a vietnam vet if he ever ate pho in nam. the vet was covered in tattoos (actually, all three of the dudes looked like bikers) and kept responding with answers like "are you fucking serious?! we couldn't go eat with the locals. they were trying to kill us. and we were killing them."
and then just helped a man that used to "teach" (i use the term very, very loosely) me in middle school who was trying to file for medical bankruptcy-which does not exist. he didn't recognize me, but i remembered him because he was such a pompous toolbag and his woman (who was my science teacher and fraud of a drama/dance instructor in my joke of a performing arts program) once told a 13 yr old me that i had "no drive." gee, thanks.
in conclusion, i love that reno is so small i can run into friends offering me tickets and a trip to the bay area RIGHT NOW, but hate that it is so small that old pseudo teachers come in to my work with weird legal questions. ugh.
non sequitir: there are wasps living in the frame of my car door. also, i can't say the word "wasps" without is sounding like i've added about thirty extras "s" to it and very leaky "s" at that. need to kill those mother fuckers, stat!
10 minutes later, i've zoned out walking around downtown, so we've walked like 5 blocks past pho at this point (oops! destination unknown) i can't get a hold of co-workers, but aislynn and i decide, fuck it, we'll both go, one of us will scalp a ticket. call work, my co-worker blows my cover to hell, and the fucking lawyer in library program is busy busy busy, which means there is no way i can go unless i want to fuck over a bunch of people with legal problems that are already getting fucked over.
aislynn ends up going with tonyboy, so i'm curious to see how that goes. god i wish i could've gone, would've been so ridiculous. instead, i ate pho by myself, and listened to some kid ask a vietnam vet if he ever ate pho in nam. the vet was covered in tattoos (actually, all three of the dudes looked like bikers) and kept responding with answers like "are you fucking serious?! we couldn't go eat with the locals. they were trying to kill us. and we were killing them."
and then just helped a man that used to "teach" (i use the term very, very loosely) me in middle school who was trying to file for medical bankruptcy-which does not exist. he didn't recognize me, but i remembered him because he was such a pompous toolbag and his woman (who was my science teacher and fraud of a drama/dance instructor in my joke of a performing arts program) once told a 13 yr old me that i had "no drive." gee, thanks.
in conclusion, i love that reno is so small i can run into friends offering me tickets and a trip to the bay area RIGHT NOW, but hate that it is so small that old pseudo teachers come in to my work with weird legal questions. ugh.
non sequitir: there are wasps living in the frame of my car door. also, i can't say the word "wasps" without is sounding like i've added about thirty extras "s" to it and very leaky "s" at that. need to kill those mother fuckers, stat!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
shaky
they (oh the elusive theys! everywhere, everyone, yet no one...) they being construction workers are ripping up the road behind me, making the court house sway a bit and shake. i can hear vague twangs of gee-tar and some deeper man singing coming in from the windows (which i think we all learned were not bullet proof when judge weller was shot through his window).
this weekend was fucking weird. so much for the calming down thing.
friday went to nikki beach to go see biz markie-borrowed a dress and heels and was about 9 feet tall all night. kept waiting and waiting for biz markie to take the tiny makeshift stage infront of the pool, to no avail. finally walk over and see that the so-so dj was actually biz markie. so glad i did not pay the $20 cover to see that, thank god for friends that know everyone in this god damn town.
whoa, there goes the building moving on me again. it's making feel drunk or something.
after nikki beach, went to pearl, which is really just all city live with white walls covering the fake-ass tags (i'm told "winger" is one of them) on the walls and instead have dangling white fabric where burning man chicks in white bikinis twirl around, to a better dj than biz markie.
finally leave grand sierra resort, and go to a friends where the beer is free, as is the top ramen.
saturday was chapel's one year anniversary, which means i got black out drunk (which never happens. still horrified) and apparently had a 5 minute long conversation with cassie that i have no recollection of. oops!
sunday was my friends b-day and of course, the stars aligned and he picked nikki beach for us to all go to again. i seriously have stayed away from that place for like the 2 years it's been open and i've been mocking it only to find myself there twice in one weekend. sometimes i love love how ridiculous things are. like us getting vip passes and standing in the sand where there's a famous football players and boys dressed like team zissou, later followed by weird round table experiences (every table in the god damn restuarant was filthy) and the night ending with all of us in a hotel suite that had been turned into a night club complete with a dj and dancing green lights. seriously, weirdest weekend ever. jeez louise. oh, and swimming in the pool was awesome. i hadn't done that in so long.
tonight is another b-day bash...oh, its hard to concentrate with all the drilling in the background.
basically, last weekend was totally weird and i made off with a stolen pair of team zissou's shorts, salt + pepper shakers, towels, and a lotion and single cup instant coffee mix. there's nothing more than i love than stealing from hotels. so guilt free!
this weekend was fucking weird. so much for the calming down thing.
friday went to nikki beach to go see biz markie-borrowed a dress and heels and was about 9 feet tall all night. kept waiting and waiting for biz markie to take the tiny makeshift stage infront of the pool, to no avail. finally walk over and see that the so-so dj was actually biz markie. so glad i did not pay the $20 cover to see that, thank god for friends that know everyone in this god damn town.
whoa, there goes the building moving on me again. it's making feel drunk or something.
after nikki beach, went to pearl, which is really just all city live with white walls covering the fake-ass tags (i'm told "winger" is one of them) on the walls and instead have dangling white fabric where burning man chicks in white bikinis twirl around, to a better dj than biz markie.
finally leave grand sierra resort, and go to a friends where the beer is free, as is the top ramen.
saturday was chapel's one year anniversary, which means i got black out drunk (which never happens. still horrified) and apparently had a 5 minute long conversation with cassie that i have no recollection of. oops!
sunday was my friends b-day and of course, the stars aligned and he picked nikki beach for us to all go to again. i seriously have stayed away from that place for like the 2 years it's been open and i've been mocking it only to find myself there twice in one weekend. sometimes i love love how ridiculous things are. like us getting vip passes and standing in the sand where there's a famous football players and boys dressed like team zissou, later followed by weird round table experiences (every table in the god damn restuarant was filthy) and the night ending with all of us in a hotel suite that had been turned into a night club complete with a dj and dancing green lights. seriously, weirdest weekend ever. jeez louise. oh, and swimming in the pool was awesome. i hadn't done that in so long.
tonight is another b-day bash...oh, its hard to concentrate with all the drilling in the background.
basically, last weekend was totally weird and i made off with a stolen pair of team zissou's shorts, salt + pepper shakers, towels, and a lotion and single cup instant coffee mix. there's nothing more than i love than stealing from hotels. so guilt free!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
sinking ships
the last few months have been so all over the place. march broke my heart, april pulverized what fragments were left. may was pretty kick ass though, as was june (saw tom waits!).
in the last four months, i've met so many new people, lost some old friends, and re-kindled ones that had for whatever reason faded, so i feel like it's been sort of a draw. perhaps a little too much drinking in june, and making out....eh, whatever. i'm 23, fuck it. trying to not make out with 4 different people this month though, and not be at the same bar 5 nights in a fucking row. jesus.
but it's saturday, i'm at work. It's surprisingly very busy today, so i guess it's good i didn't call in sick like i had wanted to and go do the rat race (floating, drinking a ton for cash prizes down the river). kind of feeling like my rampage is maybe slowing down. lord knows my wallet can't keep up with it.
hopefully i'll find a roommate and not have to move. get my bikes fixed, get a new job and in general, function better. fitter; happier.
or at least get a job where i don't have to listen to fucking patrons clipping their nails, drooling on papers, farting so loudly i can hear them across the library and a boss that asks if i know about when my grandpa will be dying to she can arrange the time off i need for the funeral. seriously. what. the. fuck?!
rest in peace grandpa. april 27. he was still hilarious even up to the very end.
2008's been a hard year, and something tells me that although certain aspects are getting better, others will be getting worse. i'm just feeling like a sinking ship trying to stay afloat. god the image of a sinking ship is a fucking beautiful romantic one...
in the last four months, i've met so many new people, lost some old friends, and re-kindled ones that had for whatever reason faded, so i feel like it's been sort of a draw. perhaps a little too much drinking in june, and making out....eh, whatever. i'm 23, fuck it. trying to not make out with 4 different people this month though, and not be at the same bar 5 nights in a fucking row. jesus.
but it's saturday, i'm at work. It's surprisingly very busy today, so i guess it's good i didn't call in sick like i had wanted to and go do the rat race (floating, drinking a ton for cash prizes down the river). kind of feeling like my rampage is maybe slowing down. lord knows my wallet can't keep up with it.
hopefully i'll find a roommate and not have to move. get my bikes fixed, get a new job and in general, function better. fitter; happier.
or at least get a job where i don't have to listen to fucking patrons clipping their nails, drooling on papers, farting so loudly i can hear them across the library and a boss that asks if i know about when my grandpa will be dying to she can arrange the time off i need for the funeral. seriously. what. the. fuck?!
rest in peace grandpa. april 27. he was still hilarious even up to the very end.
2008's been a hard year, and something tells me that although certain aspects are getting better, others will be getting worse. i'm just feeling like a sinking ship trying to stay afloat. god the image of a sinking ship is a fucking beautiful romantic one...
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