New Year's Eve - Big Hype for Nothing?
Every New Year's Eve that I can remember, dating all the way back to 1996 or so, has sucked hard, with one notable exception, the eve of 2003. I have planned parties, gone to parties, crashed parties, and skipped out on parties.
One New Year's saw me and my best friend singing that New Year's Eve song sitting in her car while we commisserated because we hadn't been invited to that year's big bash.
Another year I sat in my parent's house all gussied up for the annual fetish ball at Club Laga in Pittsburgh waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up, only to get a phone call telling me that he was snowed in and couldn't come out. (I checked the weather report: he was lying.)
One fair New Year's saw me sitting on a couch with a bunch of drunk people, the sole sober companion and also the only one to see the ball drop through the fuzz of the static as the two men of the gathering took to adjusting the crappy reception. I tried to tell my partymates that it was too late, but no one would believe me.
An earlier New Year's saw me at a boy's house, having told my parents I was going to a girl's party, and falling down the stairs in a drunken stupor when my mother came to pick me up. That was also the year that my friend's parents got drunk at Chi Chi's and hid in the bathroom so my mother wouldn't know they had been drinking. I was 17 at the time and got a heck of a lecture on the ride home.
This year, however, will be different. I have made a conscious effort to not participate in the typical festivities of this eve. My friends have been given open invitations to my house and whether or not anyone shows, I am going to have a fabulous evening. I have a bottle of French wine given to me by a friend and an itch to travel the recesses of my mind through writing. I am actually leaning towards spending the evening alone if only so I can get some serious writing done tonight and be well on my way to formulating my New Year's Resolutions and solidifying my committment to them with a pen.
Happy New Year!
This picture makes me happy:
Anyone have any links to references to "bling bling" in the media? Don't ask, it's a long story... (meaning: I'll tell you lata, g!)
Inspired by a conversation with a friend on Xmas eve as well as a post by Neha about Orwell's 1984:
I've been thinking a lot about reading. For me, reading is a passion. I devour books by the dozens and am frequently found with several half-read books in various locations throughout my house. It is not uncommon for me to stay in to read in lieu of going out with friends. A significant chunk of my meager income is alloted to entertainment (i.e. books). There are books, loads of them, in every room of my house. I could plop down in any place in my house and I guarentee there is a book within easy reach.
(Case in point: In the drawer of the desk where I am currently sitting there are five titles: A Pocket Style Manual, A Dictionary of the Queen's English, Scholastic Dictionary of Synonyms, Antonyms, & Homonyms, This Book Will Change Your Life, & Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs)
And so I am always absolutely flabbergasted when I meet people who just don't read. I mean, what the hell do they do with their time? (Actually, this is a rhetorical question: If you know the answer, please don't tell me. I'm sure it will only depress me.)
And so I started thinking: What are the top five or ten books that everyone should read? I mean, even those kids who never ever read are bound to have read at least one or two books that really made 'em think. And so I pose the question to you, dear random reader:
If you could assign a reading list to the world, what books would you want people to read, and most importantly, why?
We'll have a kind of contest... the best five suggestions will win a mix CD made by me (and I make the BEST mix cds). Deadline for your book suggestions is January 1st by midnight.
You can suggest one book or twenty, just be sure to give a two or three sentence explanation of why this book is important for young impressionable minds to read. I'm really curious to what people will suggest. And, hey! I have a lot of free time in January to fill - Greensburg-Hempfield Library here I come (and I swear I'll pay those late fees I owe ya!).
I just stumbled across this in my research of "bling bling" on the internet. It's an animated chart comparing the number of days that the average American gets off work each year compared with the average congressman. Kind of makes me consider being a congressman, yo.
Oh! And I just have to share:
I got this book for Christmas/birthday from my friend. It's fantastic! The best parts so far are the centerfold poster of Kerry vs. Bush "the thrilla in vanilla" and the Japanese anime-style section telling all about Japan. Also, I liked the pictures of the naked supreme court justices in a sick kind of way. Seriously though, this book is snortingly funny. Nice!
"In AMERICA (THE BOOK), Jon Stewart and The Daily Show writing staff offer their insights into our unique system of government, dissecting its institutions, explaining its history and processes, and exploring the reasons why concepts like "One man, one vote," "Government by the people," and "Every vote counts" have become such popular urban myths."
Ah Christmas! It's that time of the year when one gets to travel to one's original place of childhood in order to reopen old wounds and eat free food... oh wait.
What I meant was: Ah Christmas! That cheery time of the year where the snow is blank page white laying on the fields of dead weeds and the ice beneath the snow presents an occupational hazard...
Okay. This time for real: Ah Christmas! That time of the year where everyone pretends like they care about the birth of some kid thousands of years ago while they are secretly just eyeing up all the packages wondering about their take-home bounty.
Actually, I'm just playin'.
While I don't morally agree with most of the Christmas activities this time of the year (excessive materialism, outdated religious beliefs, fruitcake eating, etc.), I have found myself sweep up in the supposed-Christmas-spirit this year.
3 examples:
1) I bought superfly presents for all of my loved ones.
2) I made a concentrated effort to get out of bed before noon, even though I was up "getting the holiday spirit" until four a.m.
3) I am ignoring the fact that I am kind of sick. I have been fighting the illness for the past few days, despite the fact that both my mom and best friend have been ill and that I'm basically doomed to catch it. I think that if I ignore the spinny head feeling and don't move, I'll be cool.
It's cool though. I'm heading over to the family pad with my DVD of The Family Guy and a tupperware container of cranberry sauce. Sweet!
Merry holidaze, yo!
Okay, so I'm totally late getting on the bandwagon but my friend Missie and I just watched Super Size Me while eating, what will be for me, a veritable last supper of McDonald's grub.
See, I've hated McDonald's for a very long time. Sometime in high school I stopped eating beef in the form of unidentifible flesh hunks, especially those found in fast food restaurants like McDonald's and Taco Hell. I had never previously been too much into eating red meat anyway and the choice was completely arbitrary, probably based on something I read somewhere.
During my party haze days of college numero uno, my first living away from the oppressive environment that which was the small town where I grew up, I gradually lifted the ban on burgers and fast food and became, I'll admit it, a Taco Hell junkie. I ate nachos bell grande no beef extra beans several times a week, usually paying for my food with small change swiped from my roommate's bedroom (sorry ricky!).
Strangely enough, during that year of college I lost thirty pounds, a feat I blame more on my beverages of choice and a propensity for vomiting that had followed me from high school, not to mention the fact that Youngstown State University is one of those "uphill both ways, 3 miles in the snow" kind of places to go to college.
After college didn't work out for me the first time around, I moved home, tried ecstasy, and became a bit of a health nut. I quit smoking, drinking, eating junk food and sweets, avoided my previous recreational habits of choice and started walking two miles a day. Life was grand....
.... and here I am, 26 years old, somewhere in between the two extremes.
I avoid fast food as much as reasonably possible, splurging only when time constraints force me to do so. I smoke and drink only on fairly rare occasions and I walk, well, when I absolutely have to - which is more frequently now that I am voluntarily carless. (Voluntary in that I coulda bought a car but didn't).
Watching this movie, however, has reinforced my desire to get healthy, not just on a physical levels, but on all planes: I want to be physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually healthy. Is that even possible? I think I might have to leave this country to find out!
I'm just so impressed with Morgan Spurlock. This is one dude who has mading a fucking difference. I'm totally jealous!
All I want in my life is to make a difference - to do something that makes people say "hells yeah!" and then to turn around and use that power to actually "DO" something about a noticed problem instead of stepping back and pointing fingers.
You know what? Morgan Spurlock is my hero of the day, maybe even the week! Kickass!
P.S. Mr. Spurlock has a blog! Yay!
Do you remember how when you were a kid it was superfly to have your birthday when you had school because you got to take treats to school that day?
I remember one birthday, I was in, oh, 5th grade and I had a tupperware container of birthday cupcakes that I had been carting around with me all day. I was supposed to pass them out in the afternoon but my teacher forgot and the class was watching a movie instead. I remember sitting on the foyer in the middle of the school next to the office crying my eyes out because I was sad that everyone had forgotten my birthday.
Just then, two boys from S.E.A.L. came walking up to me smiling. I told them why I was sad and they told me to come to the S.E.A.L. room with them. I went and handed out the cupcakes there instead. ... Was there a point to my story? Ah yes, geeks are my friends!!!
I was trying to research what "SEAL" stands for online and couldn't come up with anything.. Any guesses? (mine: Southmoreland Elementary Academic Losers, Southmoreland Elementary Accursed Learners... that's all)
No, really, my point is that today is my birthday. Today was also my work Christmas party. So I pretended all day that the party was really my birthday party. Yay! I was going to wear a tiara to work and decided that would be going a little overboard. So I am going to wear my tiara as soon as I get home tonight. So there. Muhaha!
Really. I have nothing to say. I just really want to make 100 entries by the end of the year and I'm kind of stretchin' it.
Oh. I decided to get a degree in Graphics Design from the community college. That's exciting and fun. Yay!
Do you realize that the only bill I don't pay online is my rent? No, of course you didn't, I just figured that would be a good way to start my blog entry for the day. This summer I lost my checkbook for about three months (don't ask how that happened). I didn't even miss the thing! I just started paying all of my bills online and used starter checks to pay my rent. I've had my newest checks since April 25th and I've written only 19 checks. Crazy. Maybe I should convince my landlord to take paypal? That would be funny...
What's my point?
I don't have one.
I did, however, want to tell y'all* about my favorite magazine: The Sun. It's a slim ad-free collection of some damn good writing. The Sun has been published since 1974. This is impressive for two reasons: A) it has no advertising whatsoever so all the proceeds come from subscriptions and B) people have very short attention spans.
I can't decide if my favorite part of the magazine is "Readers Write" where reader respond to a monthly writing prompt or the page of "Sunbeams" at the end chock full of great quotes like this one:
"There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic." - Anais Nin
Anyway, they aren't paying me or anything to give 'em props; I was just doing a gift subscription for a friend and figured I'd mention it. Besides, and this says a lot, if you know me, The Sun is the only magazine I bother reading (well, aside from the occasional issue of Writer's Digest). So. Check it.
* I don't really use the word "y'all" in everyday speech. Just trying to appeal to yinz Pittsburghers out there.
Um. So I have this book called The Psychologist's Book of Self-Tests by Dr. Louis Janda. I came across it last night and I thought, "Hey I'll take a test, just for a lark!" So I flipped through, passing the "Who Controls Your Fate?" test and the "What Do You Think About Sex" test in order to take a quiz that I was certain would prove to be interesting. It was the "How Rational Is Your View of the World?" test.
Now, I don't know if you've noticed but quite of few of my posts seem to follow this pattern: a) Moira thinks something is an okay idea. b) Moira does it. c) Moira realizes said thing was actually a really bad idea and decides to write about it. This post is no different.
No. I found myself really wishing that I had -not- taken this test for about ... 10 minutes. Maybe longer. Because apparently, and I didn't know this, my view of the world is totally irrational. We're talkin' off the charts crazy!
People who scored a 30 were in the 85% percentile. Now, I don't know about you, but I needed to refresh my memory on those damn percentiles.
"I'm sure you all remember percentiles from all those achievement tests you took in school, but let me refresh your memory anyway. A percentile score tells you how you compare to the standardization sample and, by inference, to the rest of society. So if you have a percentile score of 15, that means that your score is equal to or higher than the scores of 15 percent of the people who take this test." (Dr. Louis Janda The Psychologist's Book of Self-Tests )
So where were we? Oh yeah... People who scored a 30 were in the 85% percentile. A score of 26 landed you in the 50th percentile. A score of 22 was the 15th percentile.
I got a 13.
Oh man!!! You know what this means? "People with low scores are likely to accept a variety of assertations from others uncritically."
So I'm irrational. That means that my belief that Jewish aliens with green-tinted skin are at this very moment circling the globe waiting for a safe time to land is irrational. Oh wait. I don't really believe that. (crosses my fingers... just in case) [Name That Reference!]
Anyway, I was very upset about the results of this quiz. So I tried to get my friends to assure me that that I was, in fact, a quite rational individual, and when they simply rolled their eyes at me, well, I wasn't happy. So I ate some more cheese curls and I started to think.
What the hell does it mean to be "rational" anyway? Does being just like everybody else in the frickin' world make me "rational"? Do I really want to be "rational" in a world that has obviously gone completely bizerk? Maybe. I wasn't sure.
Rational*
adj.
ooooohhh. I get it!
Okay. To be "rational" is to be "of sound mind" or "sane." To be "sane" is to be "of sound mind." The definition of sound used as an adverb is "compatible with an accepted point of view; conservative." To be "rational" is also to be "reasonable," or to exist in a "normal mental state" or to be "sane."
Two more dictionary entries and I swear I'll stop:
nor·mal
adj.
con·ser·va·tive
adj.
Screw it! Who wants to be "rational" anyway?!? I'll take my "crappy" score on the Rational test and I'll wear it proudly. I'm "crazy," yo. Check it.
...
Strangely enough the entire "How Rational is Your View of the World" test is available online, along with a very patient explanation on how to score the test... hah! If anyone else takes it, you should tell me your score, even anoymously, just to satisfy my irrational curiousity. Thank you. And good night.
I have a confession to make:
See, I HATE television, right? I mean, I don't hate t.v.'s themselves basically just cable television... but for the three years that I have lived in my cute little apartment I have steadfastly refused to have a television in my living room. People always ask me how it is that I manage to get so much stuff done: miscellaneous art projects, webpages, greeting cards, journals, glittery collages, scores of novels read, etc.). The answer is that I don't watch television.
I mean, I hate the fact that, um, 95% of living rooms are centered around a television screen.
So when you are visiting with friends, everyone sits staring at the television expectantly like something amazing will suddenly appear upon the screen even if it's just a commercial for Rogaine or something. Even if the television is turned off, everyone in the room will sneak peeks at the T.V., you know, just in case.
In fact, I didn't even own a television because I absolutely refused to buy one, even though I knew it would be fun to be able to watch movies at home. I have a small 13inch television now that my friend gave to me over the summer, probably because he felt I was being deprived or something by not owning one.
For months the damn thing has sat in the corner of my bedroom, unused and slowly gaining a thick layer of dust. As I was cleaning this weekend, I thought, "I should just toss this damn thing!" Instead, since I felt bad about getting rid of a perfectly good television, I decided (gasp!) to put the television in my living room, in the corner of the room, mind you, where I figured if it didn't get used within a month or so, I would donate it to Goodwill.
Oh no. This was a very bad idea.
Why, just yesterday I watched four episodes of Absolutely Fabulous while lounging on my couch eating cheese curls. I vowed that I would not succumb to the life of a sedentary television viewer, but, um, I really love Absolutely Fabulous, and, uh, cheese curls are good too. At least my couch is small so I'm not tempted to take naps there. Then I might never leave my house.
I'm hoping the novelty of having a television in my living room will soon wear off and I'll be back to watching DVDs on my computer in my bedroom. But only time will tell.
(P.S. Only 10 more entries to go before I reach 100!!! Wish me luck! ;c)
Today I am a Happy Moira (TM). I am *officially* finished with the semester. Okay, yeah I still have that lit paper to turn in, but it's finished and I refuse to look at it for one more second. Tomorrow, strangely, I have an interview with the folks at the Writing Center. Apparently someone told them I could write! Psshaah!
Actually though, I'm thrilled. I had just gone to the financial aid office to find out what I had to do to get a workstudy job. It's strange, I've been in college for what, a quarter of my life, and I've never had a workstudy job. I find out that I'm eligible but that I have to find my own job. I come home with a list of people who are looking for people and a firm determination to make some phone calls. Instead, I find a letter from the writing center about a possible job. Kickass!
It would be really nice to have a job that actually uses my mad skillz instead of a job where I stare at a computer screen waiting for my coworker to wander away so I can check my email... again and again and again. I mean, I want to eventually have a writing related career so this would be a nice start! Cross your fingers for me, eh?
But, hey, if the writing center doesn't work out, anyone else want to hire me? I'm a fabulous cook, I tell silly stories, I will even dance when suitably provoked. I make way cool hemp necklaces and knitted scarves, and um, I could sell your stuff on ebay using my savvy marketing skills (which is really just sheer luck.. but whatever!) And if you ever need someone to make a prank phone call, I am -so- your girl. Oh wait...
Anyway, I am off to either A) watch City of Angels, B) clean my bedroom, C) have a staring contest with my cat, or D) stare longingly at my neighbor's hot pink turret in the sky.
Well, it appears as though I have made it through my first semester at Seton Hill! There were moments, I'll be honest, where I had my doubts - certain that I would "pull an Isabella" and head for the hills! I didn't freak out or anything! Sweet!
Usually, I start having panic attacks about halfway through the semester. I decide, for the millionth time, that I hate college, that I'm wasting my time, and that I should just give up and go live in sin with a Mexican hula dancer. And, so for many semesters of my college career, halfway through is when I stop going to class and start making excuses to my teachers.
I did, I admit, develop a minor case of poor attendance for a few weeks that could have really brought me down but somehow I blundered through it. Although I still have a lit paper to turn in (one that I finally FINALLY after a full Saturday of working on the damn thing finished!) and a final tomorrow morning for Writing for the Internet, I think it's safe to say, with some confidence, that I have passed all of my classes. That's cool.
I mean, I wasn't worried about *passing* - the goal was all A's but as the coolest teacher in the world Dr. James Finn from Westmoreland County Community College (a man who is, simply, too damn intelligent for us regular human beings to fully comprehend) is fond of saying: never internalize your grades.
A grade is just a letter on a piece of paper. A grade does not reflect who I am or what I've gained from a class. I've taken PLENTY of classes where I earned an A but years later I couldn't tell you one thing I actually learned from the class.
Ever since taking Dr. Finn's cultural anthropology class in spring 2003, I've gained a new perspective on school. What I get out of a class is directly proportionate to what I put into it. So if I have a class I know I can pass with little to no effort on my part, unless I really bust my ass to do the best that I can, I'm really just wasting my time (and money).
I swear though, I'm not a total geek! (well... maybe I am!)
I just really value "knowledge" as the most precious commodity in my life. Money, you can take it or leave it, but "knowing" really provides you with power. (I sound like an infomercial... sorry about that!)
In fact, I'm going to stop my tirade at this point because I just realized something: right now, now that I have finished my killer paper of the term and have the rest of the afternoon free, I can READ!!!
I can read absolutely anything I want, not because I -have- to read it, but because I want to for sheer enjoyment thereof. This is rad! I am going to curl up on my cute pink couch and fill my head with whatever I choose to fill it with!
And, oh my goddess I can't control my excitement, after Monday morning, I have a WHOLE MONTH to do that! Sweet! Okay.. I'm off to revel in my geekiness now. *dances a geeky jig*
(oh, and if you are counting [Evan] this is blog #88. kickass!)
Yesterday I was feeling strangely domestic and decided to cook a turkey dinner. I mean, I had a huge lit paper that I needed to write and what better way to completely distract myself from the task at hand than roasting a turkey? It was the perfect ploy! Besides... I was hungry. And I needed a break from my new favorite food: sushi.
Today, however, I am left with a gigantic pile of leftover turkey and nothing but rice and nori to eat it with. So I have devised this yummy cross-cultural recipe that I will now share with you, dear random reader.
Moira's Yummylicious Turkey Sushi
1 1/4 cups warm cooked rice - you can use short grain rice if you have it but I've found that regular rice works just fine.
1/4 rice vinegar - if you don't have it, leave it out. no biggie.
1 sheet nori - dried seaweed - available at *fine* grocery stores everywhere
1/4 cup chopped turkey breast
2 long strips thinly sliced cucumber
2 long strips thinly diced avocado (optional)
1/8 cup cream cheese, softened
wasabi
ginger
Blend wasabi into cream cheese to taste. Stir rice vinegar into rice. Press onto nori. Layer ingredients and roll. Yummy! (Note: this is basically just a variation on the California Roll. Just substitute crabmeat for turkey.)
Oh man! I thought I was immune to it. I really thought I could make it through the dreaded holiday season without catching that most horrid of afflictions.
And this morning when I stepped outside to see little white blobs of frozen rain polluting my view and I scowled to myself, I was certain, absolutely certain, that the fact of my sudden compulsion to drive to Goodwill to scour the merchandise for, um, a Christmas tree was simply a symptom of a lesser malady: sheer boredom.
I was certain I could talk some sense into myself when I got to the store.
Oh no. That is not what happened at all.
Instead, $36 I couldn't afford later I am walking out of the store loaded down, not with a Christmas tree, but bags and bags of random Christmas ornaments and presents for my loved ones.
For myself I bought two British solider ornaments - you know those dudes with the furry black hats?
Their heads are made from lightbulbs, dude! What more could you possibly want? I also bought a beanbag santa clause who falls over whenever I try to stand him up. Sweet!
For one of my friends I got a giant painting of a vase of daisies in a somewhat gaudy gold frame. She and I both have the decorating sense of a grandmother type person on crack and so I'm certain she'll love it! For another friend, I got a funky Japanese tea set with a teapot with a bamboo handle and six little gold-trimmed cups. Another gets a leather bound journal. One gets a funky Japanese style mask. My mom gets a teddy bear Christmas ornament.
I also bought a giant Happy Kwanzaa tin because you just never know when you might need a Happy Kwanzaa tin. All in all it was a good score at Goodwill.
Next thing I know, I'm sitting in my car singing merrily along to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer seriously questioning my sanity and wondering if I bought enough wrapping paper. Damn you, Christmas Spirit! Get out of my head!
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* I would like to note, before you ask, that I am of a legal drinking age in every country except Timbuktoo, which probably isn't even a country and sucks because I don't know where it is. In fact, my birthday is the 21st of this month. Send presents.
P.S. Feel free to leave comments about Timbuktoo.
Hmm... It seems the blogging traffic has slowed now that we students in Dr. Jerz's Writing For the Internet class have turned in our blogging portfolios.
Now that blogging is no longer required it seems as though many of my peers have completely abandoned their blogs in order to run off into the wilderness of Greensburg for wild Dionysian-style parties and madcap drinking fests.
*Consults Calendar*
Oh wait. That's -next- weekend. My bad. But still!
Where have all the bloggers gone??
This lack of activity makes me sad. Oh, sure it's finals week and everyone's scurrying like mad to get all their projects and papers and presentations out of the way. (Believe me, I have some scurrying of my own to do - history final here I come).
And I know that I should have faith that my dear fellow bloggers will come back. And maybe we'll see some exciting posts about the holidays traditions in various bloggers households or stories about why Christmas suu-uuucks or whatever.
But what if I am the lonely blogger? Wouldn't that be sad?
Come on, people.... blog with me!
Tonight was my last literature class. *breathes a huge sigh of relief.* I won't lament the sorry grade I got on the rough draft for my final paper, a paper that carries a hefty weight of 30% of my grade. (I earned it.) Instead I will use this moment to say "Word." to the Eye Contact design team!
I wish I could have been a part of the process... scheduling conflicts and other technical difficulties and all... but damn. nice job!
This issue looks a lot better than the past issues I have seen. You guys did a fantastic job! And you even used my colors... sigh... :c)
Seriously though, if you guys haven't seen this semester's Eye Contact yet, you should definitely check it out. The design is sharp. I am suitably impressed. I better get cracking on the website! Does anyone have blurbs for me?
My parents, who tend to shudder at my crazy ideas and schemes such as trekking across the country on a greyhound bus or backpacking through Europe or, as in the case of last weekend, spending a few days in one of the biggest cities in the world, actually expressed interest when I mentioned that I was thinking about buying a Vespa!
I expected cries of alarm and arguments about why motorscooters were dangerous, unreliable, and an all together Very Bad Idea, but instead I got a "hmm..." and a nod from my father and silence from my mother. If you knew my parents, you would know that this reaction was quite possibly one of the best I could get! Fabulous!
I told them -why- I wanted a Vespa (great gas mileage, ease of parking, all the cool kids in New York have 'em) and left out the cool stuff like picturing me with a hot pink helmet, hair blowing in the breeze as I cruise and the fact that I could park in my apartment, if I so desired, not to mention the fact that a girl on a scooter gains automatic hottie points.
So... what do -you- think about Vespas???
Oh man! It's the 8th of December and I haven't updated yet this month? How the heck am I going to make my goal of 100 blogs by the end of the year? Oh well... the reason I haven't updated is because I spent the weekend in New York City. It was my very first visit, and let me tell you, it was a TRIP!
Here are some of the places I visited while I was in the city:
You walk in. You get two choices: Dark or Light. The drink of choice? Good old-fashioned ale. Hardcore. The place was PACKED to the brims, Henry Houdini's handcuffs were attached to the bottom of the bar in front of me. Rumor has it that Abraham Lincoln downed a few way back in the 1800's. The beers are served two at a time and you can hardly hear yourself think over the roar of noisy revelers. An amazing place!
Strangely enough, my favorite location through my travels was a small little Japanese grocery store in the East Village. I was psyched to find packs of Nori (the outer wraps in sushi rolls) for $1.50 for 10 sheets. That beats the best price I've found in Greensburg of $6 for the same amount. Kickass! Anyone want to come over for sushi? Speaking of sushi...
I didn't actually eat at Sushi Samba but I did burst into tears there. Sweet! (don't ask, it's a long horrible story)
We did actually eat dinner at Sushi Mambo and the food was AMAZING! We had edamame (soy beans) and miso soup for an appetizer. I ordered the Spicy Combination which was, I believe, spicy tuna, salmon, and yellowtail. Delicish!!
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