New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Saturday, December 20, 2003

Oh if you only knew what I talked about in this post...halter tops...Fountains of Wayne and Liz Phair on the show hosted by the Red Headed Giant named after a barbarian...


I just found another blog using the same template and plus it linked to another girl's blog (with the same template)where she had replaced the Gimlet Girl (it's a gimlet in my head not a martini) with a picture of herself in jeans, strappy sandals and a shiny satin boustier. She had tan lines on her shoulders. You'll find no tan lines on me. That's for sure. am way too fair. But ohhh, did I kick it up a notch today. We went to Target after church to pick up party supplies and they had bathing suits out. Why should I care about bathing suits in December? Because I have, yes have, to go to Puerto Rico the second week of January for work. No smoke signals from this squaw that week my friend (unless I post in advance)...anyway the annual retreat and well I wanted a new suit. Yet, since I am not rail thin I figure it's best to make the most of the chest. I am going upstairs now to surprise Gilly (who's finishing painting the bedroom) with the one top...halter...navy...not skin tight but wowza...major cleavage going on and peekage on the sides. I may wear it out one night in PR with jeans...the dark color is quite striking against my skin and the halter makes the most of my chest and shoulders...Heather P. you can totally identify, yes? Tick tock 20 minutes until Fountains of Wayne. Since I spent the whole day shopping (since 8:45A) I don't have to do any more work. I AM DONE SHOPPING! YIPPEE!!! Now I have to clean clean clean. Plus I got hoodwinked into hosting Christmas Eve. But secretly I love it or is it "Secretly I'm Timid"?who knows...

Here's my schedule for the next two weeks...this Monday...purchase parking permit...visit police station to update my firearms card...Christmas Eve...Church at 6PM-7:30PM back home to serve dinner to Gill and Gill's parents...Christmas...open presents here...drive to Gill's parents...open presents...eat dinner...12/26 see what kind of post Christmas decoration sales I can scare up...12/27 prep for party...12/28...host party...12/31 host New Year's Eve with a few friends...1/1/04 Drive to Maine...stop at LL Bean to pick up my Christmas gift (a pair of mukluks) if it's they are in stock...1/2/04...wear the world's ugliest bride's maid dress...1/3/04 apparently we're going to shoot semi automatic assault rifles or something like it maybe some skeet...1/4/04 drive back to Jersey...1/5/04 resume life in hell AKA 1515 Broadway...

URGHH...well the bathing suit top got a big thumbs up from Gilly so much infact that he requested I do the "Milk Shake Dance" and told me he was going to take a picture...uhmmm...okay. But the TeVo and I had a tiff. Apparently of the 20 kajillion PBS's we get the one that FOW is on tonight is not one of them. But it had my back...apparently it will be on 12/27 on a channel we get...and me being me had just asked it to record all things Fountains of Wayne and Austin City so it's all qued up...It'll be a post Christmas present I guess. Now with nothing to do and a million things I could be doing around me...I can't go to bed because Gillys painting the trim in the room which means tomorrow I get to hang the red and blue Tinkerbell pencil sketch that he had framed for me a couple of years ago...YIPPEE. She was drawn in 1953 which happens to be the same year the house was built. I am just afraid that she'll fall on our heads in the middle of the night and brain us.

Speaking of brains...I must have called 20 people a**holes while in the car today. Is that bad? It's the only place that I do it and I try not to move my lips for fear of being murdered. And it isn't like I am all mean. I held open doors, made polite conversation with cashiers, etc...all day as well. I saw a lot of people taking home trees today...where they waiting for close out prices on the fresh trees? Very odd. Where's Charlie Brown when you need him?

Enough rambling...I do have something constructive to talk about. I forgot that I had TeVo'd )how do you make that into a verb?) Anyway had the machine record Conan the other night so I could see the Liz Phair performance.

Oh boy. Poor Liz. She's so conflicted. She and I go wayyyyy back. Back in geez, 1994? When Wip Smart came out...I already had Exhile in Guyville. My brother king of the indie world at that point for me...had made me get it when it came out...and I liked it but I wasn't in love with it yet. So anyway I take the bus to the mall one crisp fall Saturday morning with the intent to purchase Monster by REM...I get to Allwilk...I swear that was the name of the store...it was the grungyish alterna music store in the mall...the clerk was on a raised platform so he could oversee the whole store...I loved going into that store cause I thought one particular guy was sex on wheels...lots of tatoos and a rock-a-billy thing going on aka Mike Ness and a bit of Michael Madison thrown in. YUM...Totally my type at that moment. Totally a type I never hooked up with. Good thing though, Mike had a bit of a drug problem now didn't he?...later in life I was a bit stalked by a NYC photographer of that type with a bit of Elvis Costello thrown in...another story...

Anyway I am in the store and then I realize that the Liz Phair album had come out...so even though I was poor...I bought both...Monster was okay...loved Whip Smart and it made me fall deep deep deep in love with Exhile...Exhile in Guyville is the ultimate girl's album...Heather P. and I had a discussion about it where we decided that you aren't automatically alterna/indie if you have it but you can't be alterna/indie if you don't own it...I was in the middle of a very odd friend/crush disfunctional relationship at the time and a song like 6' 1" was totally in my voice...

Then later that fall I was sitting at my desk studying when I heard that Liz was going to do an in store at the Tower Records in the city...so I ended up taking the train into the city all by myself that Friday night (none of my friends liked her)...it also happened to be the night of the Christmas tree lighting...and I sat on the cold pavement next to a very nice goth girl who was scribbling into her notebook the whole time...we go into the store which became packed and Liz sez something about "You'll have to excuse me. I don't get out much..."she had black jeans and a red ribbed turtleneck sweater on...her hands were shaking...I still have pictures...if you've never seen her...she sneers when she sings...and she sang every single song off both albums...plus a few that weren't like "Hurricane Cindy" and "Black Market Babies"...then afterwards they made everyone leave and line back up to come in and get an autograph...since I was in the very front of the stage I was then at the very back of the line. I only stood in it in hopes to get a signature for my brother...well that wasn't going to happen so just when I was getting ready to leave I see a person walking past the crowd completely unoticed...and it was LIZ...I step out of line and she says, "I'm sorry I am not signing any more" and in retrospect that was kind of bitchy...but I just shook her hand and said, "I just wanted to thank you for a great show." She looked rather surprised and...

Then I walked away...stuck in the village and searching for the PATH I ran into a long haired Evan Dando looking a like Rugby player from SHU who I thought was super cute at the time...we have a brief convesation...did he even know I existed?...go our seperate ways and guess who I then bump into in the Hoboken train station? The afore mentioned strange friend/crush/disfunctional person "the Guy"...with his friends who I always refered to as "The Goon Squad"...he was completely drunk out of his gourd...I end up riding back with him and making sure he gets to his room safely...I really was stupid...naive...and really really nice it seems...apparently they had gone to tree lighting and the most famous person they had seen was Skippy from Family Ties...my road to bliss is paved with many such similar stones...and such is my life with Liz...

I've seen her three times since...the second time was in support of the third album and she had obviously had some coaching because she was really working hard to seem cool and loose on the stage...anyway...she really started making me nervous when she was in that GAP commercial last year...you couldn't even tell her and Cheryl Crow appart...they looked like twins and I like Super Tramp but she looked dopey singing the song...

So Conan...first of all the outfit...cute iridesant fish scale sequined mini, iffy vintagey cardigan and vague t-shirt...heels you could give or take...so who were the guys in the suits??? The drummer and the guitarist or base player (I forget) are in her backing band (they are twins)...and her relationship with them seems very Mrs. Robinson...Liz loves being the girl that the boys adore...go to any one of her shows and it's primarily filled with boys deep in love with her and angry empowered girls...and she totally gets off on it...off track....but the blues brothers/CIA types who were they? AND why OH why is everyone covering "Winter Wonderland" this year? Ozzy and Jessica and now Liz? Why? It wasn't her worst performance I'll give her that...her worst performance in my opinion was when she sang Whip Smart on Leno or Letterman...I can't recall...she sang it by herself, sitting on a high stool in a slip dress...why the hell anyone tries to sing sitting down is beyond me...especially someone with a weak voice and stage fright...so on Conan she's warbling and hacking away at the song with all those weird guys around her...trying to do her patented Liz Phair hair swing and come hither look...if you don't believe me look at all her videos...she's in every one tilting her head, swinging her hair and looking coyly into the camera while clutching her guitar...I don't get it. I predicted her downfall after White Chocolate Space Egg came out. She was over the top. I mourn her. I seek cold comfort amoungst the ashes of Guyville and remember the girl I used to be...


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