Life’s Just Not that Into Me

Last night was maybe the worst night ever.

Last Night? Mission Accomplished.

Happy Failoween

So this one time, I said I was going to live tweet Halloween? Yeahh that didn’t really happen.  See below….(Chronological order is from bottom to top)

In conclusion, I did have a really fun Halloween though, as evidenced by the fact that I was still up and lame tweeting at 6am.  Hope you had a fun day dressing up, eating candy, and getting too drunk to update your Twitter status too!

Someone Stole My Costume and Halloween Dance!

 

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

This is only a short clip, because NBC made everyone on youtube remove the actutal song…

Based on a True Email

To: melsanie

From: thedith

Subject: You Can’t Take it Back

 

so, um, i literally just remembered that this song featured prominently in my friday night.

the same night that saw us still drinking at 6am.  seriously, listen to that song.  then, please try to understand that i was held hostage in my own new apartment, drinking gin and 100% cranberry juice at 4 am, forced to listen to this song on loop, while a tall blond boy named pat — who you could tell thought he was like THE SHIT back in high school, but now he’s totally like jeff spicolli from dazed and confused and works in a bar — dances and sings along to this song.  please keep this in mind when listening to that song. like, of COURSE maybe the most non-nonsensical, most random night of my life would happen the weekend i give up twitter. it was killing me.

Sunday Thoughts

I haven’t listened to Pandora in forever.  That is, until today. Oh man, the “My Girls” by Animal Collective Pandora station is really doing amazing things to my ears right now.  If you like electric/synth pop with interweaving and complex vocal arrangements like, Radiohead, Discovery, MGMT or, duh, Animal Collective, you’ll dig this station.

Below, the oldy but goody that inspired it all:

Never in My Wildest Dreams

will I forgive myself for being led to take a bathroom break while MSTRKRFT is performing onstage during the Treasure Island Music Festival (thanks stupid bladder, and thanks Caitlin’s stupid bladder). Because, honestly, what the fuck? I mean, MGMT was awesome too, but, just look at that fun…

So You Didn’t Go to Homecoming

Last weekend was every college graduate’s favorite holiday: Homecoming; an excuse to drink profusely during the day, tailgate a football game you have no intention of going to, and make out with that kid who was in your sophomore year Post-Modernism class — but who’s name escapes you right now.

Being 3,000 miles away, I couldn’t go this year.  So, instead, I decided to get moderately drunk and send drunken text messages to those who were attending Homecoming.  This would have been more appropriate if there wasn’t a three-hour time difference, meaning my texts were received between the hours of 3am and 5am.  Whatever. 

From the Mixed up Files of Saturday Night

A girl dressed as a punk rock fairy streaked past me.  Her cotton-candy-pink tutu bounced up and down with each step.  Meanwhile, across the street, a pack of 20-something dudes hollered drunken obscenities to each other.  Their Mardi Gras beads clanked against their bare chests.  One of the topless dudes had thoughtfully scrawled “DTF?” across his torso in thick black letters.  I wondered if anyone would respond affirmatively to this question.  But hey, it was LoveFest, the annual techno/rave parade through the streets of downtown San Francisco, culminating in a mass  afternoon rave at Civic Center.  So, let’s be honest, who wasn’t going to be DTF? I applauded this kid’s manners.  Very polite of him — you know, asking first if anyone was down to fuck, and all.

It was 8pm.

I had missed the techno parade, the afternoon rave, and prancing around the streets of San Franciso half naked — but damnit if working a double-shift at the restaurant all Saturday was going to ruin my Saturday night! My feet were swollen, my body tired, but my fingers were itching to text.

So, I let them go to work and inquire what everyone was up to.  Little did I know that once unleashed, upon the night, those phalanges would be unstopable — texting everyone and everything on the contacts list of my cellphone [ed note: if you got one of those texts, hey, wasn’t that funny of me?]

First up, Katie: she had been at LoveFest all day.  What was she up to now?

Fucked up at my friends in the haight.

Oh.  Next was Chris, who had also been at LoveFest:

Home w ppl.  May be heading out soon.

This didn’t sound promising. Then Caitlin called: “Matt wants to go to a warehouse party.”  You had me at “warehouse party”.

As it turned out, Matt was still at work, and wouldn’t be out until 11.  Luckily, Kathryn had some free tickets to a green energy conference summit after-party at the Academy of Sciences Museum, so we decided to pre-game there, at the science museum, with fancy cocktails and science nerds before the warehouse party.