Back to the blog...PR part 2....

Warm (humid), sandy, and lovely.... that is how i can describe my week (did i forget food coma as well?). Let me take a look at my notes...

* I learned that Puerto Rican diners are more delicious than NJ ones. It's the truth! Now hear me out, the beer was cheap ($2.75), they give you a garlic kind of bread when you sit down, and they have fresh, amazing seafood for a decent price! We must have spent around $20 for two meals and two beers (both for me of course)
* I realized that I average around a gallon of water a day ( one day it was a half gallon in 30 min!)
*Some Spanish phrases I picked up while in San Juan...
1)No se de donde vinieron (las drogas) ---> I don't know where the drugs came from.
2)Donde esta la peleade gallos? ---> Which way to the cock fight?
3)Creo que voy a vomitar. ---> I think i'm going to vomit (one i used most)

We traveled to old San Juan one day to see the beautiful architecture ,
the cooooolest cemetery ever ,
and fucked up statues!

That night my 3rd LG chocolate cell phone broke! I had only had it for a week!! We went to dinner at the expensive restaurant at our hotel and that night they had a special, with any purchase of 2 meals you get a bottle of house wine for free! So naturally I drank the entire bottle. That night we were awoke by a fire alarm. So random. Someone was trying to smoke a cigarette on our floor. Idiots!

The next day was the rainforest!!! It was so beautiful! We hiked through the lush foliage to a waterfall...
Minha's fav. part was passing by 4 cute boys. Minha says...." I was walkin walkin walkin, taking pictures. Two hot guys say hello. Walking, another hot guy. Kirsten in the distance making the international grab ass sign."
Our awesome tour guide, Hector, took us to an observatory and a few waterfalls. We talked about tattoos (i'm making a generalization, but Puerto Ricans love my tattoo), and on the way back i asked him to tell us a story and it went something like this....
Hector got home early one day (when he was still married) and was cleaning his van before he could take his wife out to dinner. She asked if he needed any help to speed the process along. He told her to help clean the inside of the van and to start from the back to the front. Lo and behold, there was a naked spring breaker passed out on the back bench. Her friends got her real drunk as part of a hazing process for a sorority, she passed out, and they took her clothes. Naturally, the wife freaked the fucked out. Needless to say, they are no longer married.

That night we went to a Mexican bar and grill and ate the spiciest jalapeño EVER!!!! I cried! But i ate it anyway. We ate ourselves into food comas and i drank a margarita the size of my face (and then another one). It was great, until I threw it all up. But it was my last night in Puerto Rico, vom wasn't about to get me down! I flushed that food and marg's down the toilet, and started a bed jumping dance frenzy ("Kirsten, let's jam!").

Coming home was stressful (cab->plane, plane->air train, air train->A train, A train-> bus, bus-> walking, walking->car, car-> verizon, verizon-> HOME!).
I got a new phone, 4th one!!!!! DONT GET THE LG VERIZON CHOCOLATE!!!! THEY HATE PEOPLE!
Vaca was fun! I loved being warm.... however, I am still finding sand in my scalp.

Puerto Rico... take 1....

Greetings from San Juan!!!! It's 11.32 pm, i'm sitting on a deck with minha (which btw has tiles with tangerines on them), in short sleeves, listening to the ocean and staring at some palm trees. Ahhhhhh...it's good to not have a job.

Minha and I couldn't sit together on the plane...no, not because i would annoy her half to death and not let her sleep, but because we both got stuck sitting next to mother/daughter pairs.  I did however get to watch Juno on the plane while some little shit of a kid was kicking my chair. 

Our hotel is blue.... very very blue.  All the lighting gives off a blue glow...i personally would have liked pink, but it's really pretty!  The first thing we did when we ran into the room was jump on the awesome bed!  (pictures of everything to come, i forgot my cable).  We then ate a heaping pile of nachos, which were made on wontons and they had ginger on them. so good! I also had the best iced coffee ever!!!  Did i mention it was all on the roof?  We then walked on the beach and i found a real live sand dollar! So creepy.... then we layed on the huge white couches on the roof. As agnello luck would have it, I got a call from Bumble and Bumble to set up an interview...which is great, but unfortunate that they waited to call until the day i left.  I left the lady a message and hopefully she'll meet with me next week (all of you with that thing called good luck, cross those fingers!)

Min and I raced in mario kart on our DSs' while listening to michael jackson.  For dinner, we had the bessssst sushi ever..... on the roof. I got a free drink because the bar tender made an extra! yesssss!!! We're beat and can't wait to go to the beach tomorrow.....

another blog, another day.... wooooooooooo

RIP Kirsten's coolness

Yesterday,  March 13, 2008, Kirsten Drew Agnello's coolness has passed on.  We all knew it ran its last course when Kirsten went tanning a few days ago to help shield herself from the Puerto Rico sun in a week.  It's final hour was spent applying to a creative group, and reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone yesterday afternoon.  It passed between the times of 9pm-11pm last night, when Kirsten found herself watching Lost with Bear, and talking to the tv.  She then went to the forge with a few friends.  It was pronounced dead at the exact moment that Steve Brown yelled "who's that hot girl across the bar?" to her.  Kirsten was seen today at the eye doctor, picking out a quite lame pair of brown glasses.  She then went grocery shopping and chatted it up with the unemployed house wives and stay at home moms.  She proceeded to go to the bank, and then go home and bake treats for various friends.  At the time of 2:15, she went tanning again, then came home and made home made hummus.  While making hummus, Kirsten admitted to Pete ( who she tried to dress up in JCrew attire and go sailing a few days ago), that she was a fan of tennis and wanted a tennis skirt.  She then showered and sat on her bed in her bathrobe and blogged.  It seems as if her coolness was replaced with a lame strain of domesticity.  It will be missed by all, but in the easter spirit,  it may rise again!  A trip to good ol 16 Bryant may just be the thing to revive this cold, dead, decaying 'cool'.

the 24 hours of good luck

Today started out like every other day.....

I woke up, made coffee, and got to writing some more cover letters.  Little did i know, today would be the day i'd be a big girl.  I was debating whether or not to make a third cup of coffee.  Did i really need it?  Of course i did! So i made that third cup.  Sitting at my computer at the island in the kitchen, i began to sip that coffee and all of a sudden steaming HOT coffee was spilled all over the island!!!! Everything was soaked! It dripped down the cabinets, into the spices, my cupcake tins were soaked!!!!  The kitchen reeked of coffee....but what did not get a bit of coffee on it?  My computer.  Any other day my computer would have been fried.  My clumsiness has soaked a camera, phone, and ipod.  So my computer was spared??? This MUST be my lucky day!!!!!

While cleaning up endless amounts of caffeine, my phone rang.  My long lost friend Glen called, wanting to go to Letchworth.  In case you didn't know, it's an abandoned community for the epileptic and feebly minded.  This place has been run down for 10+ years and Jake took Lauren and i there right before new years.  The first time i went i was petrified,....Jake held my hand the entire time!!!!  I warned glen.  PLUS, we needed someone to neutralize our horrible luck (glen and i have toxic luck together).  In came Andy, and thank god bc i missed him too!  So the 3 of us headed to Letchworth.  I warned them, 'guys if i grab your arms or hands, dont be alarmed.'  

We entered the building with the morgue in the basement....the one that burned down on the top floor.  

After exploring, Andy climbed on the roof! 

Glen and I soon followed.

I apparently got a splinter in the process.  We all climbed inside and headed downstairs.   I found myself becoming extremely brave and leading the way!  I couldn't believe it!!!!  I had all of a sudden become a big girl!!!!

After this lovely excursion, i headed home.  Bear and Fox were waiting for me and i gave them big fat hugs.  I saw a lot of abandoned cats today and wanted to take them all in.  Sadly, they wouldn't come anywhere near me.  Go figure!  I also came home to an awesome post card from Pete!!! I love post cards, almost as much as i love this blog......

Erin came over to color.  I explained to her how my luck was strangely not that bad in the past 24 hours.  We rejoiced and colored!!!  She colored her brother a beautiful picture of strawberry shortcake hugging a snowman.....then, an hour later, i spilled a full glass of water all over that picture and her entire coloring book....as well as everything else on the table....

The moral of this story.... my good luck lasted for 24 hours.  It was a great 24 hours...no injuries, a surprise or two,  got stuff done, didn't ruin anything, and got a chance to hangout with/ talk to people i really wanted to (minha, glen, andy, erin, lauren, jesslyn, laura, pete.. blahblahblah).  I hope this happens again, but until then, i'm really glad i bought this bottle of gin.

"Alone on a train, aimless in wonder..."

It was an east coast kinda day, with a very interesting twist.... I, for once in my life, experienced good timing!  

I caught the express train to canal st. because i have a habit of getting off a stop past where i'm supposed to so i can walk a few blocks.  It's a strange and hard habit to shake.  I purchased Michael Jackson inspired fake D&G sunglasses for the party.  Then off to scholastic books to work my filing magic.  Corinne and Carrie are always my favorite people to go talk to, and Carrie always has a really bad ass pens for me to use...... i used the one with giant pink peep on the top, in the spirit of easter (my least favorite day).  The previous day i had fallen off my 3 ft. high bed, so i had to steer clear of the cuts and bruises on my arm while throwing out pounds of old papers.  

After filing i did my usual routine; walk up broadway to dads work in times square and stop in every store along the way. After purchasing a pair of black sparkly leggings, i walked up to union square, where a 'free tibet' rally was occurring. The poor man speaking on stage was being drowned out by the massive amounts of construction they were doing on the corner. 

Next came exploring the new Free People.  It was so weird.  It was two floors and really bright!   Like, American Apparel bright! I also forgot how overpriced it is. It left me a little unsettled, especially because the cloths fall to pieces within the same season.  I texted Minha to tell her about the store.  She then called.... here's where the good timing occurs.....

'where are you?' i asked

'union square'

'me too!!! meet me on the corner!!!!!'

I then met Minnie and we got mochas; hers a straight up mocha, mine a dark chocolate one (delish).

I couldn't believe it!  For once in my life, I had good timing! It felt great having an unexpected surprise and feeling like i was in the right place at the right time for a change.  I won't get used to it, but i've had a taste of the other side of timing, and i totally want more.

Hot Vom....

...is the name of my new metal band.  We tour with Sister Fister.  Hot vom was inspired by 'girls night'.  Have you ever seen day old fondue?  I have.  I've washed it, smelled it, photographed it; it's pretty gnarly.  'Girls night' consisted of a brief encounter with fondue, followed by the almost habitual dance party.  This dance party was equipped with st. patty's day mardi gras beads, emmy photo shoots, table dancing, skirt raising, and yes, mooning .....of some sort.  Then, it was time to get serious.  A lesson on dating was in order. I've never been on a date so this topic intrigued me.  I was also very interested in hearing what kind of questions my fellow girl friends had.  I don't think the lesson will do any of us much good, but it was fun to listen to.  Next, out came the crayons.  Minha colored her own version of sleeping beauty dancing with her prince...and let me tell you, i've never seen a disney scene look so depressing before.  Laura knocked a glass off the counter, which then managed to explode 5+ ft in the air and cut her forehead.  Minha replied with "did you check your brain?"  By 4am i was ready to start drinking again, but morale was low.  I finished the champagne and everyone went their respected ways into random sleeping arrangements.  Erin decided the couch was best for her.  I sat down next to her and told her a bed time story.....

"Once upon a time, at my 20th birthday party, everyone was going to sleep.  Brian and I were in the kitchen and I was crying AT him.  THings upset me that night and poor Brian was the only person around to cry to.  Nothing makes Brian more uncomfortable than a crying girl.  Anyway, we were ready to go to bed and he said he was going to sleep on the couch, so I went to find him a blanket.  I tucked him in all nice and went to bed.  The next morning i woke up to Brian talking about how he woke up sweating his ass off because, those were in fact not blankets, but curtains.  The End."

I also knocked Minha out with my stories about Bear (Skruffy) and Fox (Bailey) smacking my mom all the time. 

'Girls night', for the most part, was a success.  There was dancing, crying, voming, and almost a fight! (one day i'll let you try and beat me up Laura)

I hate to admit it, but 'girls night' is just my excuse for people to sleep over. If you title a hangout sesh 'girls night' people automatically assume slumber party.  If you say "hey come over and get drunk" the response is most likely either, "no" or "whos going to drive me home."  And that, my friends, is how i coax people to sleep over.

"youre good at throwing parties, just that people dont want them"-glen

No Pete did not find out about his "surprise" party through my blog.  I think planning will ultimately be the end of me.  I get crazy into whatever party I'm planning, blinded by themes and outfits and food.  Cupcakes? 78 of them? No biggie!  100 glittered tissued paper flowers.... I can do it!  150 pink and red balloons? Load em into the bug (hence the name 'party bug')...and everyones trunks as well.  Right now, with girls night approaching, and the Michael Jackson theme party (that 24 hours ago was Pete's surprise party)right around the corner,  I have lists all over my bed, outfits lined up, and recipes flooding my computer.  I most likely won't be able to sleep until it's all over and then I will go into post party depression.   That is the endless cycle of a planner.  So if you like parties, appreciate your host, and if you don't, then no one wants to be your friend anyway.

"suckin on a chilli dog as fast as they can"

Best start to a new month! After the insanity that was g-mas surprise 80th bday party, i headed back to 16 bryant with my new case of wine and flowers that i had inherited from the party.  5 bottles were drank by 3 people.  It was a night of hair teasing (everyone's), uke playing, moon walk walk-off pet cemetary, then the hiccups (you can read the hiccup blog on the 16 bryant blog) We also watched the entire movie Bottle Rocket without sound! Called Robbie A at midnight to sing happy bday ... 55 still alive. Anyway, it ruled. Today was a day of delirium. I stepped out of my traveling bug, slammed my uke into my lip, then rammed my knee into my license plate. My mouth was bleeding. Getting settled in on their couch which I've almost called 'home' a few times, I showed off my new ukulele skills. After that, Giancarlo taught me something very interesting. Do you know what a stranger is? Apparently its when a dude sits on his hands until they go numb and then he jerks off. Kelly contemplated this for 10 minutes. She finally came to and decided that this was not possible. How can you use your hand if it's asleep? So true kel.... can you?

the day that didnt exist

february 29th, 2008....did this day exist? it wont next year, what makes it exist this year? The day started with asshole drivers, then....lauras car battery died in hoboken...it took a half hour for some nice spanish guy to finally help us jump start our car. "do you need a jump? lemme see you jump"(in louis armstrongs voice). we made it home. had may fav meal of all time, grilled cheese and red wine. then, the boys came home from work. hello wine! hello redbull and vodka. a few friends came by. My barbie coloring book was a huuuuuge hit. Boys love coloring , no matter what they say! Luke bought me a cartoon cat calendar. It's way cool. (ps laura just told my computer to 'close its eyes' bc she'd teasing my hair). So anything that happens in feb 29, stays in feb 29...it will only be remembered in 4 years, when this day happens again. What did happen feb 29th? Only the day will know.....