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Today's Featured Liquor

Ah Drambuie. You can make many fantastic drinks with this mysterious liquor. My dad drinks Rusty Nails (Drambuie and Scotch). I just love the name. Drrrraaaaammmmbbbuuuiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee. It kind of reminds me of being on the Orient Express, though I have no idea why. Give it a whirl when you have a chance.

Pearls

It's been brought to my attention that i haven't given any pearls in the past few days. Here are some:
a) Don't be surprised if someone gets pissed off if you tell him/her that you're "worried" about him/her. This is like saying "By the way, I think you're crazy, would you like the number of the shrink my cousin goes to?"
b) Going as Siamese Twins for Halloween is not the best idea because of various bathroom issues and what if one of you wants to hook up...
c) If you're getting cramps in your toes, you probably need more calcium. Have some yogurt.

Coachella is The What's Up

Tomorrow begins the Coachella Adventure. It's going to be ridiculous. There will be much dancing and merry making. I'm going to count the number of people wearing Von Dutch hats. Here's some line up buzz. Clearly, this is not the last word, but it gives us an idea.
So, I only packed the essentials, tank tops t-shirts, shorts, pants, fleece, bathing suit (my mother always told me to pack one cause you never know) a flashlight, sun block, a hat, 6 mini bottles of rum and a cigar. Only the essentials. Am I missing anything?

Since I'm often an ass, I booked myself on a flight that gets me into LAX 7 hours before my friends. It looked like I was headed for a screw driver marathon (airport drink of choice unless I'm at the Chilis in Termainal A in Atlanta, then it's a margurita) in the Delta Crown Room. This worried me slightly because not only was it highly likely that I'd pass out and miss my friends, but what if my game was off and I made a fool of myself on the putting green? This is why I love Delta. They know how important it is for me to stay on top of my game, even when I'm traveling. Instead my buddy Larry is picking me up and I'm going on location with him while he shoots footage for a TV pilot. Obvioulsy, this translates into my dream coming to fruision: Claire Catherine --Super Star, you know, cause I'm going to be discovered. Cheers Larry!

Today, I love Dizzee Rascal. You should too.
So who is everyone psyched to see this weekend?

Cooling On the Corner

I was hanging out outside the Subway yesterday. Here are some highlights:

1) If you stand too long in one place, you'll be accosted by unthinkably annoying post-grads trying to sell hair-cuts and soalon treatments. I always thing they're asking for directions. They say things like "yippee" and have no concept of personal space and when you decline their offer they'll try to entice you by saying you can get a foot massage by a really hot guy named Emanuel. Thank you, no.
2) I saw three monks (and not at the same time) and a Russain Orthodox priest.
3) There are an insane amount of French people on the UES.
4) Don't ever stand near a garbage can. People miss.
5) Full on domestic arguments are mint. If you sitck around long enough, you're sure to catch one.
6) A really hot guy with a deconstructed jacket (what are you doing above 14th st?) who was also cooling--I feel like we shared a moment. Did we have a meaningful conversation and I was too drunk to remember? Are you famous? Call me.

Black Coat, White Shoes, Black Hat--Cadillac

Aren't these lyrics great? A little band called RANCID penned them. I heard this song yesterday and I was reminded of how much I love it--and that in 1995, I listened to ska. You should go and buy the album... I mean look at this guy's face it's like he's screaming " I know the what's up," without saying a word. Not a word.

Slangtionary: Keep Your Eyes on Your Own Paper

Response given when someone is all up in your business; a snappy comeback when a person is asking questions that are none of his/her concern. -ccb

--Where were you last night, cause Sheila thought she saw you eating pork rinds at the Stop-N-Go...
--Keep your eyes on your own paper, brie.

Why I LOVE Jessica Simpson

For those of you who don't know, Jessica Simpson is super-ultra-mega. Not because she makes a mint selling stupidity and not because she has huge breasts; I love Jessica Simpson because she peddles something called Belly Button Love Potion. How fabulous is that? Check out her new line of edible beauty products, you know you need Chocolicious Body Gloss . I'm going to Sephora right now to pick some up becuase I'm full of sweetness and desire and I don't mind getting my hair a little messed up in the name of seduction.

If You're Having a Heart Attack, Just Cough

When you work in Pittsburgh like Clayton, you get Power Point presentations like this. It's like your boss really cares. What a happy, normal environment.

Ferdinand, We're Sorry You're Dead

On this day in 1521, Ferdinand Magellan, the first person to circumnavigate the Globe, was killed in a tribal dispute on the Island of Mactan in the Philippines. Magellan was a contributor. We can thank him for naming the Pacific Ocean (meaning calm and soothing) and for discovering the Straits of Magellan (funny how they have the same name). We miss you brie.

Sassy's Isn't Fabulous

We were intrigued by the mini burgers offered by Sassy's on 3rd and 86th. It seemed like a good idea to try them cause in the event that they were good, it would have been a life changing experience; kind of like what happened when Coldstone Creamery moved in up the block... Well Sassy's Sliders (apparently, Sliders is a synonym burger) weren't very good. They were mealy and sweet. The fries were ok (but only the plain ones, the garlic were strange). All of this made me really sad as I was looking forward cute little mini burgers made from fresh-ground serloin and homade, handcut fries. Thank God Everwood came like a bright, shining star to light up my telelvision or I would have had to cry, I just can't take that kind of disapointment. There is no reason to go to Sassy's.

The Subway Can Help

Lately I've been realizing how fabulous the Subway truly is. There's so much to do there. You can get your haircut, your shoes shined, if you space out and forget a birthday gift, you can buy one at the bobble place in the Lexington station. Also, there's the hot guy factor. There are always hot guys on the green line. Always. And sometimes, they speak different languages which is always fun (look for the Germans at around 7 b/t 59th and 86th). Hot guys are also to be found on the red line below 50th but NEVER above 50th. You'd think with all the Columbia students there'd be some nice viewing material, but you'd be wrong. If you're like me, and always wear sunglasses you can stare virtually undetected--it's a great way to start a morning.

Lauren is a Mad Computer Genius

So Lauren and I have just spent the last 53 minutes and 45 sec on the phone as she's coached me through the finer points of html coding. I still have no idea what I'm doing but at least I can put in pictures and there's now a comment section. Big ups to Stelz, for being a super,-ultra-mega geniac, big hearts and backslashes to you.

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.

Backslashes are for Geeks

ok so until i get one of my poindexter friends (aka nav) to help me with "script" and "templates," my blog is going to be a little ass. but i'll figure it out. see i already figured out how to create a "title." i'm on my way....
be fabulous this weekend

so clayton is already asking me what my blog "does." honestly i wasn't aware that a blog had to "do" anything. i suppose some (or all) are dedicated to hipster indie rock or the LES or there's even one about this real, live girl who has gall stones and lives in arizona. really, how can i compete with that? and anyway, i think the title is pretty self explanatory, it's the what's up.

i've already gotten some e-mails about my new blog and it's only been like 45 seconds. ok so granted they've mostly been to the tune of "you're a loser cc" or "How to be the Biggest Loser in the World" by ccb. but whatevs, you know you're going to read it anyway.
as for a comments section, i'm still trying to figure that out. as well as how to post pictures etc. so my page (life)doesn't look like a vapid wasteland (oh wait isn't that why i started a blog?).

in other news: felix is leaving for sf on saturday. so come down to junnos and toast him with a glass of bushmills, you'll be glad you did. (as an extra bonus, you can watch me cry.)

pearls of wisdom for today include: don't take an iq test on the internet, it'll only make you feel bad about yourself. if you like a guy/girl, it's a good idea to know how to spell his/her name. and as always, never let the fat hoes get you down.

It All Started When....

right. so I guess the what's up for today is claire catherine started a blog. i hope i can think up enough cool shit to report, and even if i can't, it's not like i really care.