Marina.and da Cheetah Pumps.

Marina and the diaaamonds two nights ago in Atlanta was pop pop poppinnnn. Cant get enough of that electra heart. However, a few qualms:

1. It was a weird mix of middle school señoritas and Atlanta gays. Definitely made for some friction in dat pit.
 2. marina was sporting fluffy, feathered cheetah pumps that belong only on the wrinkled feet of a suburban housewife cougar

 3. NO ONE WAS GETTIN THEIR GROOVE ON. Ppl ppl, if you in da pit dance or find an exit. Aye aye.

Those aside tho whatta talented mamasita. Snapped some pics---whoooop

In other news! Just landed in NYC to get tipsy with my gypsy Stefania. Cuddled in a warm  Brooklyn nook right now about to go to the parrkkk then tonight its probs karaoke and some jiggin. Then it's off to Amsterdam tomorrow to see Evi, my Dutch amante!

Keep ya posted. Baiiii.

Hotty Toddy CinnaSpicy

The year's coming to an end rapidlyy and I've been spending way more time with the roomies because as soon as finals end we'll all scurry to our own little burrows and I won't see em til JaNuArY! Been a waay crazy ride with my 7 lady steed babes so far and I can't wait to gallop with em come spring.

Last night we went night walking all together and wandered around downtown Athens. Christmas tree selfies, gangly crazy-eyed musician rambles, and milkshake sippin while people watchin ensued, naturally and I was Asparagusin real harddd (footnote--Asparagus=grin to grin smiling). We also raced home and I dont wanna toot-a-toot-toot my own horn but I hailed as victor. :)))

Today, it was more...that's right!... roomie Athens tromping. Yes, I have a final on Tuesday but I just want to fall in love with the Classic City all over again. Gawwwd get off my backkk boooks/schooltyme






Me and AlPal went thriftinggg (AgOrA & MiNx) and found some gemz. But we have no monies so we just snapped these (professional quality) photographs and scooted ouutaa there.

Michael Jackson Action Figure. Jean Jowboy Joots. Leopard Heel Sofa Chair. Athens Vintage you tempt me with your treasures. Alas, they were all out of our pricerange. But Allie did walk away with a hotdog sweatshirt (it's scratch-n-sniff!) so holla hollaaaaa. WIN.

Also, because its hoiDaaaay time the RENTS have beens sending finals survival/yuletide boxes.

2Gewd2Me Tom&Kel. Anddd, Lauren's madre got us each something too! Lotion for the girls and a candle for meh cuz im the boy of the house. AND LUCKY FOR HER CINNAMON HOTTY TODDY IS THIS BOYS FAVORITE CANDLE FLAVAH WHOOOP WHOOP. Lightin dat shit

                           

P.S. I leave for Amsterdam next Thursday! More to follow soon--eeeeep it's almost time!

Stop---Get Jiggy

                                            

---I take her out when there's too much noise in my headddd

Pretend Study, Actually FunDay

Books, books, books. We hittin em.

Today marks the odd and mysterious READING DAY tradition in Athens. Technically, it's a day of no class where the university guilts you into beginning your studies. In reality, it's just a day for students to PRETEND their hunkering down for this upcoming week of hell. From pencil sharpening to offering alms to PandaPanda, the god of studies, students everywhere fool themselves into thinking they're ready for the Sandy-magnitude storm ahead.

...My house is no different. And after sharpening a few pencils myself already, I am ready to hit.da.town. with the roomies. However, in addition to making this a day of "pretend studying, actual fun time", ima go one step further. It's DTYD. Designated Treat Yoself Day. Yah, ya heard meh. treattinnnn myselfff all daaaay.

 Chipotle double stuffed burrito? MMmmm jess senorita.
Galloping horse vintage sweater at Dynamite? OH NEIGH.
North campus tree climbing in gecko toe shoes? Betcho bottom dolla.holla.

These are just the tip of the iceberg for this fine Wednesday of treatery.

Also, as I've been pretend studying I've stumbled on some prutttyy great non-study material:

1. St. Lucia-the band





2. Picantes Mexicana Grill

Although their salsa tastes like cold tomato soup, their fajita quesadilla had to be made by Montezuma himself with it's tangy onion/pepper accents and creamy cheese overflow. Bueno que nunca.

In other news, I just tried to google the Picante logo and all that came up were latina booties/boobies. so just go there yoself--on Broad Street, chicos.



P.S. Remember to treat yoself todaaaay, you too biochem shawtys. i see you.

Party Deer and the Bullet Slippers

WeekendOnFire.

Kel Moyzie (Good ole mom) shuffled into town Friday night to cheer me up cuz I've been havin dat strep throat for a couple daysss-yuck. First it was to le cinema to see Looper. Turned out to be a dolla theater (bang for our buck) anddd the movie was one of the best I've seen in 2012 even if Joseph Gordon Lewitt looked crayweird with all the makeup he was wearing. TrEaT yoself to this. Spoiler Alert: You will laugh, you will cry, you will fall in love.

Laterr we went and got burgs and feta crumble sweet potato fries at Clocked! Mmm baby. I don't know if you know this butttt me and K can feaasst on some sweet potato fries. AND FEAST WE DID. You know we ate dat whole bucket and then some. zesty.

After that it was off to mosey at a couple art exit shows at L.Doddd before Kel headed back to Roswell (Land of 1000 suburbanites). Among the pieces a couple stuck out and I snapped some piccccsss.

Hercules Muses                                    Bullet Stilettos-BOOMTOWN. 

Fragmented Femininity 1950s

After Kelly said her farewells, it was time for me to hit the books....

......JUST KIDDING NERDZZZZZ.

 I lathered my face with some flashy paints (to match the pattern of my hat!) and tromped off to see Cherub at New Earth Music Hall.

Afterwards we hung out with the band at a seeeedy house but it ended up still being a good, dub melting shindig.

Allie Keller also found a party deer. Definitely need one of these for the stable--only in horse form, duh.

Nothing like a weekend full of mom&roomie lovin :)

Now forreall tho I am locking myself in the library. oyeeeeeeee papi. final push. leyygo.

Weekend Weathered

W.E.A.T.H.E.R.

 Lank

For some reason, I can't shake this achy shakes-n-sniffles bug I've caugght and eees killin meh. Nyquil cocktails and 30Rock marathons simply aren't cuttin it anyMO. So, if anyone knows any voodoo, make-ya-feel-peachy recipes I'm all ears cuz im readaay to be healthaay.

Since I have so much time on my hands right now, I've been Netflix-a-wanderin and found some films that really resonate. Among the most recent was a SXSW acclaimed foreign indie flick called Weekend.

It's a commentary on the oppression of gay behavior in London, and what sex, love, and freedom within a relationship all kinda mean. Melancholia to the MAX but, to be fair, it's set in London and they've really got the market cornered on drizzly dreariness. Great.GREAT. soundtrack. Makes you feel like you're moping around town with ya mates.

Trailer----

Soundtrack Delish-----

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Anyway, offff to delve into more netTHIS and netTHAT. Also, gonna drag myself to class at some point. womppppppp-Happy Wednesday scalawagssss.

Gobble Gone, Cringle-A-Comin

Gobble gobble.

Turkey day has come and gone and after taking a minor hiatus from blog-noggin to nurse myself into a cranberry sauce and green bean casserole food coma, I'm BaCk monkeyzzz. 

Feelin refreshed after a weeklong festivus characterized by every type of family competition us bloodthirsty Moyers could muster. Ladderball, Settlers of Catan, Mario Party, and Dodgeball to name a feww (Grandma even tried to be a dodgeball thrower but lezz be honest, that cannon aint what it used to be and you have 7 toes to stand on)

Now that we're nearing December, Turkey dreamin fades and Christmas spirit is slowly creeping it's way on Athenians everywhere. Downtown Ath trees seem to have a lil extra somethin somethin in their branches (elves did it!) and Christmas songs are starting to take over the airwavessss.

Melty Babez

While everyone can feel the creepin Cris Cringle vibes, the lady with the most Christmas cheer remains my stable mate Allie K Baby. Upon her return, she decked our STALLS with mammoth inflatable snowglobes fa la la la la la la la. Also, she has imposed Christmas rule on the house and if you don't wear one of the many assorted Christmas hats while in tha stable, you gon get some coal shawwwwtyyy. That lil snowflake gurl cannot be stopped and she miiiight be turning this Scrooge to the red&green side.

Also, it's crunch tymee school-wise so people are gettin StResSeedddd. Only two weeks though and we can drink spiked eggnog to our Christmas-luvvin hearts content :)

REPTARdation, Colombiana, and the Milledge Underbelly

One of the best weekends of my entire dayummm life, people.

FRI_DAY

RePtArdation. Reptar (the band, duh.) played an exuberant  joyous set and me, Corinne, and all the steed baby roomies went to cheer em on! It's been really great to see Reptar evolve from our little Athens baby band to the electronic, bounce-around successful group they are now (and growin biggah!)  Also, after the show (1AMish) those gangly Reptarians just started playing in the pit as people were leaving. We just haddta staaay. After, Corinne tried to blow on a trumpet (a real one) and fail fail FAILED. Alls well though because the Reptar man was waay cool about it. MARRY ME REPTAR.

STOP------Get Viddy wit it.

After, me and da roomies went to PostParty on our stable grounds. Shoutout to Jandro Mono for coming through with glowsticks, sparklers, blacklights and a strobe. #partyonadime. Sparklers were pranced around with on the roof, naturally, and my room turned into a Rave Fantasy (#throwback)






SAT_DAY

The best part of this day was not in the means, but the end. Finished it off playing a Colombian version of poker with some awesome older, sassy Colombianas. Struggling to speak Spanish but at least I entertained them. Gotta love those LaTinAs. SO SPICY.








SUN_DAY

Still happening--but so far has been smashing! Went to the Ugarden and picked broccolis/smashed some slimy gourds. I also ate a dirty, just plucked carrot! (to the right) Afterwards, tagged along with some NEIGHbors to a sketchy murder kitchen that prepares food for lower income families and helped out! Although we didn't realize that the oven wasn't turned on for a long while and, later, that the collard greens got burned in the oven, it was still refreshing to shoot da shit with my garden gnomes. #bakinginVAIN.

After the collard green debacle, we decided to sample the food choices of the underbelly of Milledge Avenue a.k.a. Pepino's Pizzeria. Sassy waitresses, blinding neon strip club lighting, and loads of fake hanging grape decor greeted us. My rating you ask?

PRO: Pesto Pizza--unless you're allergic *wink*--then go with anything banana peppers. OMNOM.

CON: NO MOTZZIE STICKS.

And that's a weekenddddd wrap!


Annnouunncementttttttttttttttttttttt!

I am walking da runway in an Athens Vintage Takeover Show this THURSDAY at 7PM at the 40WATT. There will be great local Athens food (The National and friends) , beautiful people, and trendy threads. I want to see all your monkey faces there so try to come puhhlleasseee. Theme is Mod and its $12 dolla (and you get fed) Yayay---

CLICK IT FOR TICKETS.

Nuci's S P A C E

Got invited to Nuci's Space (a venue/oasis for struggling local Athens musicians) last night by some of my Music Bizness frandds (C.CarusO) to see some local musica. Also, there was a FREE candy table and a raffle. you KNO i hiT DaT Upppp. (Won 3 chick-fil-a gift cards so booyeah, don't gotta spend my money at  Pray The Gay Away, Inc, I can just use deese here vouchers)

First up on the Nuci's setlist was Androcles and the Lion and they weren't too shabby. Reminiscent of Explosions in the Sky. Lotta instrumental crescendos.

Snapped a clip of their osculating performance. The sound quality may be a little offff but tis all I have!

Explosion in the Sky sound-alike. Sounded like two peas in a pod to me (If you want to watch any ONE video on this blog, this is that video. MASTERPIECE, I TELL YOU.)

TO FINISH THE NIGHT at Nuci's was Will Weber, a DJ of sorts. I don't know if it was the lack of a "pump up the jam"-minded audience or that he tended to rely on generally slower songs but he just wasn't doing it for me. Maybe at Bad Manor while I'm getting seared with lazerbeams in my eyeballs I would enjoy it. Context Context Context.

Jour de ma vie

For I have done this unto myself, purged of my greatest triumph and folly; Jour de ma vie! A riled, wild muse in which I sowed and pruned elation and sorrow and whetted the Gemini blade of melancholy and happiness.

Now, the strings of my heart are as phlegmatic as they have ever been, an expectant calm. 

Lethargically, beneath my slender chest they bind, curl, twist and grope.

 Like the rolling of a train, they beckon a crescendo, crying out for it in whispering dialects.

Wander, C'est la jour de ma vie.

QURIOUSity killed da kitty.

Yesterday I went to muh first meeting as a part of WUOG's (The local radio stations 90.5) Local Music Committee. We sat round table style on some plushy pizza cushions and Will, the head radio honcho (he has a beard), handed out new local band CDs! Each person gets an Athens band, gives it a listen, and reports back. I got Qurious's new album, Void Vanishing, that comes out November 20th! It only works on the CD player in my car so I don't have toooooo much to report yet but I be keepin ya posted.

Sample 2 of the songs on and see for yerself.




aLsO. aLsO!

Saw my frannnd Andrea [OnDreA] at Wuog. She's a very big deal there a.k.a. she's in with the parking deck people--MOST EXCLUSIVE GROUP ON CAMPUS.

 I got to take home one of her oh-so-snazzy posters that she designed for Reptar's concert this weekend. Also, if you're not going to at least one day of Wuog Fest, all I gotsta say 2 yew is Whaaaaaa? and YouJokinBoi.

Get ticks here!!!!!

~AZAELIA CAT GOTCHO TONGUE~

Speaking of new tizzuneeesss my gurl Azaelia is sounding lovely recently. Anddd a title in Espanol? 

Am I in el cielo?

Gourgy Fun/Mishaps

Yesterday me and a couple of the roomies (JBaby and Katebug) went to the UGA Community Garden to play in the dirt/acquire a boatload of zesty peppers...and it was an eco-chic, earth-love-you-long-time experience, per usual.

Although we were the only ones at the plot (the Sandy frost kept the regular GardenGnomes awaay), we still found a task to help the gardening initiative!               

                              GoUrD BaThIn/HaNgIn Ya'LL

Apparently, gourds are a trendy veggie treat (not to eat) this fall season! After they dry out, people make them into bird houses, instruments, etc. We steedbabies thought it was so coolio that we even caught the gourd FEVAH ourselves--but first we had to earn our gourds.

To do so, we started by bathing the green beauts in some bleach water. Gourds on Gourds on Gourds-Stacked. Then we attempted to hang em. NOT AN EASY TASK PPL. These heavy ass gourds don't fuck around. Gotta treat em gentle to get em all on the same rope. 

After we hung them and we stood back, admiring our gourd artistry, the head gardener rained on our parade and made us move our line :(. Needless to say some gourds got tangled (Gourd orgy= Gourgy!) and some toes got stepped on.

BUT! We shall try again on Sunday when we have more time and sunlight. And this time, no gourd shall be left behind.

ALSO: 

AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE HOMEMADE BLOOMING ONION KITS AT KROGER.

The Purrrfect Virginia Trip

Last weekend, before Sandy decided to take a giant shit on the region, I visited my main sister kittennn in good ole Charlottesville, Virginia at her new skool!

Tom and Kelly came along for the ride. and it turned out to be the PURRRfeccttt family affair.







After eating our weight in poppy seed, chick salad bagels at the one-and-only Bodo's Bagels, we skipped/jumped/flew/frolicked toooo0000oo...





......Our first event of the weekend: The Weatherman, an old-ass improv troupe. From Santa Claus sumo wrestling to Voldemort grocery shopping pantomime, the yes-anding was rampant and I wuz loving erry second.













Next, we perused the UVA campus (T. Jefferson this, T. Jefferson that). DONE.

Now we finally had some time to kill while Allie worked sooo it was off to exploreeee the ThRiFt Storesss. Haaiiii.


In a thrifty nutshell: Kelly tried on may furry hats/wigs and I walked away with a bangin leopard-Yeti coat.
Macklemore would be proud, ya'll


 


We capped off the weekend on a musical note and attended the The Virginia Gentlemen, an oyePAPI-hot-caliente all male a capella group. 


And DiVeRsItY-2-BooT!






I don't know if this does them justice but it's pretty close:

http://thevirginiagentlemen.com/music/


Glad to see Virginia hasn't torn Allie to pieces yet. Keepin the fings crossed for the Frankenstorm

Calimocho Artsy Farts

Last night, TreyBabe and I had Noche De Arte involving a student exhibit at the GA Art Museum

HOW IT WENT...in 3..2..1

Treybabe arrived at la casa de horseys at 6:15 sharp. Gotta go, got-to-go, free wine. I was SOLD so we rush to Betty White (his golden cougar of a car) and speed down old Oconee Street in hopes that the Cabernet gods have not forsaken us and left a couple drops.

We arrive, bid Betty adieu and march in. The wine locust  (artsy fartsy regulars) are SwarMinggggg. We push and shove our way to the front to find that there are bottles on deckkk. Cabernet to thee we pray. yay. The bartender asks us to pick our poison and I see that they have coke, as well. I am immediately whisked back to the beach days of Barcelona. One succulent word comes to the brain!  I vomit it out I am so excited. CALIMOCHOOOO

Coke+Vino. Ahhhh.

But the bartender is not versed in the way of Spanish beverage and he gets skittish. Like a big horse. "Splash of cab and a splash of coke," I say to the good man. But he is shaking and sweaty and he screws the proportions. No ya estamos en Espana, Dorothy" Tisk.Tisk. We are left with coke-garnished wine. But alteast it is gratis.

Calimocho shenanigans aside, it was a cool exhibit. And Trey's friends had some great stuff to showcase. I snapped some shots of my fave three so if you know em give em a shoutout cuz these pups are seriously talented.



Elizabeth Kleene,
acrylic & oil on panel

















Michelle Fontaine, oil on panel

Tyler Leslie,
wood
























Ciao, Ciao. Off to Charlottesville , VA to see the baby sis for the weekend. See ya soon steedbabes

One CrEePy SpIdEr Included.

Finally back in ATH after a weekend full of fried-everything appetizers, bars chock full of people without knowledge of Lana Del Rey, and Margs on Margs on Margs. Where did I scamper off to this time you may askk? MiLlyVegAz or Milledgeville (if you wanna B BoRang)

Deeproots Festival was happening and the Givers were playing. Never heard of em before but I didn't hateeee it. Here's a snippit of their Funky Cosmic Tambourine-Feelin-Fine Sound:

So good to see some Milly loves. Kirste Layne you my gurl.

Although the festival was buennoo, after it was over things started to get ShAdy yalllll. There was supposed to be a key in the flowerpot outside where we were staying. Get to the house, like 50 flower pots and rugs to rummage in----NO KEY. So we were forced to fend for ourselves in the weee hours and basically this is what happened--Pat sat in dog dookie, Lauren was strangled in drunken affection by a man named Gurney (or Gurtchy or Guntry.idk idcare), and I was my nipples felt like African Blood diamonds they were so cold. Finally, we found a way in to the cottage and next thing I know I'm in a memory foam bed with magician themed sheets. #worththewait

Currently, I'm back at the stable and me and muh roomies went to the new FRESH MARKET! Free coffee samples andd s0oo friendly. Publix you betttah step up your game cuz they have cornered the market on a whole new kind of "shopping is a pleasure"

Once we got to the register, we met BIANCA the grocery goddess. Lowdown on Bianc: giggly mamasita full of sunshine and friendship, fierce minty nails, and a rapid scan speed that has got to be nationally ranked. She gave us free pumpkin salsa tastes and I hated it but that's not the point, she's awesome.

Got back and immediately started nommmmmminnngg on my goodies.

Triple Dippin Threat: Goat Cheese Crumbles, Salsa Verde, Garlic Hummus.

Papa is stuffed to da brimmm.

After the munchin it was straight to tha spiderweb decorations and minty smoooth facemasks (because who doesn't need a night to pamper themselves AmIRiiiiight?)  Also, the spiderwebs each came with a CReEpY SpIdEr (Creepy voice) !

Jessie Layne, we'll work on your spiderweb spreads.

Kate Bell, you one cute lil Amazonian white-face baby.

Jajajaja aint no party like a stable party cuz a stable party dont STOP. Nighty night

Meryl, The Danish Honeybabe

Watched Out of Africa tonight with my gurl Queen Meryl. Literally young or old, dis is one classy lady I can't get enough of. And even though she gets kinds slutty (eeek syphilis) in the movie, it's still a banging good time about a Danish lady in the African underbrush. Plus, Robert "Grin Dats Gonna Melt Ya" Redford is a safari huntin fox.

AlsoOooo, I went to my first Marketing Team meeting today at the Red&Black and it's shaping up to be a great gig. Natalie, my Bo$$, is gonna host an ExTreMe Makeover day for the office where we can decorate our little cubicles and get to know the team. PLUS: there'll be dOnUtzz!
Excited to get started.

Andd if you want to help a brotha out, download the Red&Black app that just launched! From Tennessee butt-chugging to who's that new electro-pop band coming to the GA Theater, it's got all your Classic City chatter. Also, it's got some sweet coup dealz for Athens and who doesn't love a good coup.

Oakie & The Acorn Itch

Twas a BEAUtiful day of sunshinee today and if you werent outside i pity theeeee!

Made JaMbaLaYa and took it to the Oak-tree shaded backyard where Katebug and I shot some hoops on the classic chain link bball net. cha-chang. After throwing airball after airball we decided to focus our efforts to a less coordination-requiring endeavor--CLimbing Old Oakie!  Although we saw a cockroach or two on the way up, we persevered and were monkey swingin in no tyme.

Also also, because fall time is around the corner, Oakie has decided to start sheddin his NuTzz. You go outside, acorn on the head. You drivin away, acorn dents on the roof. You eatin a picnak of jambalaya, acorn in your jambalaya. One or two nuts, whatever. but this is just bananas. Maybe Big Lou (The landlord) will build a big acorn net. MayB.

After the treeclimbing sunshine fest I went to the Costa Rica reunion at Hendershot's with Taylor Neighbor and there was free TRANSMET pizza. Munchcity. MunchMunchcity.

Also, I'm now on the marketing team for the Red&Blakc (local newspaper) whaat whaaat? Fridays the first meeting. More to follow on me gettin InVolVed N shit.  JaiHo






One more also,
If you haven't seen this-DOIT. Your video literacy and I beg of you.

Festival Feathers and The Wispy Pirate Wench

Back in Athens after a bubble-filled, BeAts-so-fresh, trampoline hippity hop TREASURE ISLAND TROMPATHON.

The whirlwind event in a nutshell---->--->

Woke up late on Friday after a night of Drinkopoly and Improv singing (in Spanish) about assorted platos de quesooo and immediately everything was in rambles. In addition to getting what I believe to be a tiny almond stuck in my eye, TicketMaster deleted my festival ticket and I had to coax a nervous, fiddling woman by the name of Sherry to send me another. Dayum, Dayum, Dayuummm Sherry!

Grimez.


After getting myself untangled, we were off to da island mon! Got there right as GrimEs (Meth Fairy Baby) was hitting the stage clad in feathers and denim jumpsuits to boot! After Grimes and her skeleton cronies were done baby yapping at us, we moseyeddd, sampling the musical electricity charged in the island air. Among the highlights were Tycho, M83, Divine Fits and SBTRKT.

~Top SoNg Performance = M83~

The gaps between music were filled with little feathers of fixation. Bubble Nets, Silent Discoing, Parmesan Garlic Fry Munchin, Headband Weavin, and "Om Charging" (Grouping in a circle and matching a collective increasing pitch til it reaches a volume explosion--AN IMPROVERSPARADISE)
                                     



Also,  during one of our many mosey sessions we were stampeded by a PiRatE PaRaDe. Among the scallawag lot, there was a stilted, wobbly pirate woman who was whispin her pistol at  ANY&ERRYBODY. Behind her was her pirate husband with their pirate baby in a peg-legged stroller. Yes, this is her career and yes the only thing that baby is inheriting is scurvy and a crusty eye patch. In the off chance this is your dream profession A MUST HAVE---Anna Pirate Costume Boots (Google Affiliate Ad)

----Also noteworthy, "Pirates" was being broadcasted behind the pirate parade on a jumbotron. Yes folks, twas "the most expensive porn every made" Pirates and it got weird, fast. The only person watching was Flavah Flave who, after performing (if that's what you call his crack-induced rant), retired to a weird tower constructed on the island where he is probably still living.

Missing the feather beauties in my festival troop more than ever as I settle back into midterm mush in Athens. Stay wispy San Fran. I shall come back for you sor sooooon!