ccsparkles gives the what's up: 54, 40 or Fight! From Sea to Shining Sea this is America Baby Yeah! It's Time to Get Loaded.

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Monday, April 26, 2004

54, 40 or Fight! From Sea to Shining Sea this is America Baby Yeah! It's Time to Get Loaded.


This weekend was fairly ridiculous. We bid adieu to Felix on Friday and for those of you who weren't there, I did in fact cry. What was so funny about that though is that everyone thought I was faking and they were like shit, Claire Catherine, you don't have to be such an asshole. And I was like right, like I would ever be an asshole. So we danced, Felix drank Bushmills, I sang Jam on It, the police didn't come, we weren't mobbed by a thousand srceaming fans (one of our friends is an international television super-star, so these things tend to happen)--it was pretty succesful.
Saturday was just amazingly gorgeous. It would have been the perfect day for the opening of Tom Collins Season, but the weather man lied and since my preciance doesn't extend to meteorology-I had no way of knowing. So the Season will have to start sometime in May.
Since it was such a nice day, we went to Pastis. There was some discusion in the group about whether or not we'd get a table since we (and by we I mean I) couldn't be bothered to make reservations, but our brunch karma was point on and they had a table waiting just for us right when we arrived. We had French 75's (with congac, not gin) and a variation on a gin fizz which tasted exactly like an egg cream--but with gin. I highly recomend ordering one of these tasty beverages next time you're there. Oh and I saw this guy wearing fatigues with a pin striped sport coat--it was amusing. We walked off our brunch in the West Villiage and went back to Lauren's to have cocktails on her roof deck, but we didn't make it passed the couch so instead we watched a very important episode of Nova and fell asleep.
Then it was time to feed again. We decided to meet Nav and Dr. Michael at Blue Ribbon Sushi. Obviously, the wait was two hours so we decided to go around the corner for cocktails at a French cafe. Then we went over to Blue Ribbon for drinks and oysters--then back to Blue Ribbon Sushi where we ordered an insane amount of food and many bottles of sake. Then we went to bar and this crazy guy started freaking out and screaming at his girlfriend saying how could she accuse him of hitting on me and she was like what are you talking about and then he threw a pool cue into the middle of Thompson street. So we left. Not of course before running into the Aussie who was all like "let me buy you a drink, sweetheart, blah blah blah..." Thank you, no. Then we went to sing. Nav and I sang Sweet Homa Alabama. Danny was being ultra cool on Saturday--he let me sing that song even though someone else sang it earlier in the evening, and I didn't even have to threaten him. Then it was time to go home....or was it? I realized at around 60th and 1st that I was without keys. My desperation got the best of me and I had a nice lay-down on the sidewalk in front of my appartment--I was fully prepared to sleep right there but Nav suggested we just get a hotel (he went to Brown so he's full of good ideas). So we decided to head over to the Hilton. Apparently we weren't looking so good cause when we asked for a room, they called security. Then we were going to go to the Four Seasons-but I think we forgot becuase suddenly we were headed for New Jersey. I had never actually been to Jersey City except to drive through it on occasion so I was pysched to be able to cross that off my list of things I want to do before I die. The Path station there is really cool too. Lots of neon. I feel like this weekend was alot funnier when it was happening than it is now and I don't know whether it's because I was too drunk to remember or becuase any of the really funny stuff I can't post because it would get people (namely me) into trouble. I'll have to work on that. Maybe next time, I'll just make stuff up.
Everyone should watch Daddy Day Care. You wouldn't think so, but trust me you'll be glad you did. Also, Ernest Goes to School is a quality film. I've seen several Ernest movies over the past few months and they never disapoint.
And clearly, I've done nothing to inhance this blog cosmetically, but it's on the tippy top of my list, right below finding out what movies are new at blockbuster and finding out whether the mini burger place that opened on 3rd Ave is any good.

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