panties + vodka

so victoria (or vicky as we call her behind her back) graduated this past week from college - yay!

victoria's been on and off at azaleas but only "off" to do cool stints like junior year abroad in italy, and working at organic italian eateries like Quartino Bottega Organica in the East Village. but we're not sore about that, not at all.

if you shop at the store, you'll know her. she's the tall, lanky, pretty Georgian (as in Eastern Europe, not the state of Georgia) who's real to her culture and will tell you like it is. If that dress don't look good on you, Victoria won't let you walk out of the store with it.

any way, while some of us helped bring up the average age of the group ... ahem... we did an all night of azaleas partying in the east village and the lower east side and ended up in the ER! what say you?

We first went to get some major grub at cafecito on 13th and b (cuban). Like i've said, we do love to eat here at Azaleas - the heavier the better.

Then we hit up new bar, Heathers on the 13th and 1st: the bartender made us these fabulous pseudo lemon drop shots.

The darn table kept wobbling, so we found a second use for Victoria's study guide. Don't need that anymore!

amy joined us soon after...

then, we decided to go dancing at the bulgarian night club, menahata. but alas, they were closed on a tuesday at 2 am. what's up with that?

so we went to go look at some ugly boys at max fish but just found prince on the jukebox...we lost amy somewhere along the way...

then we decided to try getting into piano's again despite the fact that 2 of the gals had the same id. they let us in cuz it was EMPTY!

and silly me decided to take a shower when i got home... bad idea, don't ever do that! i'll post a small pic so you don't get too grossed out, but i got 4 stitches on my chin. FYI - ERs are best to go at 4 in the morning on a tuesday. speedy service.

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so my awesome iphone has this awesome feature where it captures all of my text conversations from the past.

here are some of the drunken text messages i've gotten:

CONVO 1

"foot have key can you call pete j a s not pickigoi up" = forgot my keys, can you call pete. jasper's not picking up his phone?

CONVO 2

"whad are net?" = where are you?
followed moments later by
"is there food there"

CONVO 3

H3: Am on fourth glass of wine and champagne but totally sober think am drinking non alcy
ME: have you tried standing yet?
H3: I did am on vodka now so i will be good and toasted come now please
ME: I'll text you in a bit
H3: :-(
H3: Are you abandoning me?
ME: WE
H3: :-( ok

This is H3's husband. He meant to text his wife and texted me
"I'm almost home. Please be careful. I love you!"

CONVO 4
"Bali wah sul ma shi ja" = this is Korean for "hurry up, let's drink"

CONVO 5
"You better get your turtle shell ready!" = husband's coming home drunk so better pretend to be sleeping so he doesn't bother me...

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do you remember that time i tried to give up reality tv?

well, those days are long gone.

while watching 10 mins a day of the celebrity rehab finale to drag it out as long as possible(it hurts!), my newest obsession is the bad girls club on oxygen.

this show is like watching a train wreck that's about to head off the cliff! it's crajee drama b*tches meets real world. I mean 7 gals in one house? who thought it could be THIS much fun? i only started watching it cuz dreamy John McHale always shows us clips on E's Soup.

This gal's my favorite:

Tanisha

"Tanisha is a funny, proudly full-figured Brooklyn girl with serious anger issues and an explosive temper. Tanisha always seeks the center of attention with her humor and big personality. She demands respects, and when she feels disrespected, a serious confrontation isn’t too far away. Though she can’t seem to hold down a job, Tanisha aspires to see herself on the big screen some day. "

A good clip to hook you in?

now, P O P O F F !!!

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i haven't played guitar hero in a while, but that's just cuz i haven't upgraded to GH3 yet. but my awesome friends just got me rock band, so we'll post up photos when we get the azaleas crew over to my house.

in the meantime, if you've caught the fever here's a way to show it by donning this cute printed tee.

click here to buy.

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my friend hayrim actually fell down during "star power" of Guitar Hero 3 and dislocated her knee and had to go to the hospital. she's now wearing a knee brace, crutches and occasionally a cane. kudos to
being in our thirties and still enjoying video games. you rock!

 **fyi, star power is when you've hit all star notes and have to tilt your guitar like a true rock star to get double points. yes, we're nerds. what about it?

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wow, i forgot about this one. i really don't have the time but i'm all into this blogging these days. i'm sifting through photos (electronically on my computer) and found this...

i blogged about my friend's 40th birthday we had last june...

young and his best friend, mike went to yale circa 1989 (anderson cooper was amongst their classmates). they're now brothers-in-law but that's a whole other story.

 
any way, mike handed this to young as his birthday present. it's a photo of them doing shots as members of the Yale Drinking Team. Notice the guy in the middle with a stop watch.

 PRICELESS

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you know you've gained weight when the hardware on your heavy duty jeans break...

and the winter hibernation season hasn't even begun yet.... argh... 

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walking to work this morning, i saw a poster for this magazine called "mob candy"

according to wikipedia, it's the maxim for wiseguys. apparently, the first issue has a foldout poster of john gotti. what a hottie! not really, just wanted to add a rhyme. no comment from me - i was just interested in seeing what the heck this mag was all about. i'm still bumbed that Jane magazine is no longer being published!

hey, if this kinda thing floats your boat read further for wikipedia info:

The idea for the magazine came from a chance meeting in a Manhattan sushi bar between Tyrone Christopher, an African American from Milwaukee with a background in graphic design, and Frank DiMatteo, an Italian American from Red Hook, Brooklyn, and former magazine publisher and distributor of Screw magazine. The two developed the idea of a glossy magazine about Italian American Mafia culture. The name of the magazine comes from a line of mafia-inspired clothing owned by Christopher.

DiMatteo himself claims to have been brought up "in the life", and has been quoted as saying, "When I was a young guy I ran around with some people known to have a lot of contacts, let's put it that way."

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Hugo the Wonderdog has made it on other blogs.

Here's his 2nd birthday party photo (pictured here with other superdog Cyrus).

I don't know what's more pathetic: the fact that Hugo had a 1st and 2nd birthday party or that I went to both. Both nights, he was rewarded with a delicious steak that was devoured in one nanosecond.

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well, being the boring now-married couple that we are, we weren't at Senor Frog's doing body shots on our honeymoon in Mexico. But instead, we opted for some good old comedy on dvd.

Arrested Development is some crazy sh*te. It's one of the best-scripted shows ever, yet didn't get enough love to run more than 3 seasons with mediocre ratings. kudos to fox for even keeping it going for that long.

Here are some of the favorite character names from the show...

the neglected daughter, "Maebe" (pronounced Maybe).

G.O.B. short for george oscar bluth, but pronounced JOB (as in the biblical name) but looks like gob.

the son, George Michael

and my favorite: the old Charles in Charge Scott Baio makes a comeback as an attorney, Bob Loblaw.

Who knew Jason Bateman would grow up to be such a hottie?

You can now watch it for free on http://arresteddevelopment.msn.com/ 

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http://www.azaleasnyc.com/blog/videos/StrippingIdol.wmv 

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i happened to catch one of my favorite tv shows, the now-cancelled Arrested Development, on G4.

of course, i didn't realize i was watching the G4 channel until i started paying attention to the commercials. stuff like star wars light sabers and "natural male enhancement" pills were being advertised. i thought i'd accidentally flipped to a saturday night live spoof.

i have to say though, i had caught another show on g4 before - this one totally by accident.  it was a montage of semi-pornographic animated short films playing at midnight on a friday. hmm? guess these geeks didn't have dates on a friday? but then again, why was I watching this stuff?

don't miss their line up next friday night:

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urbandictionary.com has hundreds of words like "quitters" on their site...

Here are some words of the day:

"Multislacking" 

That combination of MySpace, chatting, and Wikipedia that Gen Y calls "work". The office internet take on "Work hard, play hard."

You can spend your Friday afternoons reviewing spreadsheets and holding conference calls; I'll be busy multislacking in my cubicle.

hmm. sounds all too familiar, except when i was in a professional work enviroment, we didn't have any of these...i guess in those days, it was phone tag, im'ing, and net surfing.

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hitting south beach next week with a group of 15 girls for my bachelorette party. miami - be scared, very scared...

after threatening the fiance about all the hot cuban cabana boys that'll be rubbing suntan lotion on my body (his bachelor party is this weekend), this is what i got. 

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hmm was clearing out my desk and found my friend (really friend of my cousin)'s card. he's a diver who also takes award-winning underwater photos. check out his site at wetpixel.com

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"Sex in fast lane halts traffic on road"

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two weeks ago, after watching the gripping season finale of Bravo's Top Chef (yeaaah Ilan!), i was sucked into the premiere of "Top Design", which at the time seemed harmless...and I was just waiting to find out the context of the commercial clip "you can't design a room around a cat!"

the show might have been okay if todd oldham could act his way out of his makeup bag. i'mtoddoldhamiamtalkinglikearobot. but the real killjoy of the show is the head judge johnathan adler -- see picture below -- who in only two shows has managed to utter the phrases "merci" "mozeltov" and ::shudder:: "see you later, decorator". what? who says that??

thankfully, i wasnt the only one wondering. mr. adler's cutesy catch phrase caused quite a stir on his blog, which, by the way, is chock full of equally abominable inventions like "meshugena" "j'adorable", and of course his response to posts like this: "kiss my swatch".

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yeah, looking at this cute little puppy face, you probably wouldn't understand... the frustrations i have to go through in the morning.

bringing gustavo to work is awesome, but getting here is just not the way to start my day.

first off, he's scared of his red puffy jacket cuz it makes puffy jacket sounds when he walks.

second, he's scared of his leash so you have to make sure it doesn't drag; and preferably it needs to be held out of his eyesight.

third,  he's scared of all moving vehicles (understandable, he's only 7 lbs) but apparently he's not afraid to bark at moving creatures 50x his size (aka pit bulls, rotties, and st. bernards). 

but alas, we get to work and when he starts barking at his reflection in the dressing room mirror i forget my annoyances. too darn cute.

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