Let's invite Bill Murray to our hipster parties

My Greenpoint friends think that for some reason it would be a great idea to get Bill Murray to come to their party and somehow thinks that I have the capability to make that happen. They read somewhere that Bill Murray is having some kind of weird mid-life crisis going on and has been hanging closely with MGMT and showing up at random hipster parties. My friend Bubs thinks that since I know Grizzly Bear, that would somehow lead me to MGMT and essentially lead me to Bill Murray. I think that that is the most ridiculous logic ever. Tho my friend Andrew does live in the same building as one of the MGMT members and has been partying with them occasionally. I think the closest thing I can pull off is bring my Greenpoint friends to MGMT and Bill Murray but NOT the other way around. Anyway, I still don't understand why they would have such an idea and somehow got me involved with it.

http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2008/12/bill-murray-mos.html

But then after reading that article, I am starting to think that it's actually, REALLY, a great idea.

Last night, I went to see a Rock Opera around Hell's Kitchen 53rd st with Kaela, Brett, Ben, and Rebecca. It was a pretty interesting performance, a refreshing kind of comic off-broadway performance.

Here's a short synopsis: Perfect man, the superhero of The Hopeville Comic, can't quite keept it together when his girlfriend Molly breaks his heart. The villians, sex, drugs, and rockenroll, seize upon the chance to kill the weakened hero and infest the town of Hopeville with their deadly fun. It's up to Molly, April, and their gawly friend Felix, to save the town in The New Hopeville Comic.

We were on the guestlist because a mutual friend is playing percussion in the band. After the show, we went to some random Hell's Kitchen bar called the Vintage or something and had some beers and appetizers and then went over to hangout with the casts at Conker Hill bar. We found it awfully weird to be hanging out with the actors we saw on stage because we can't stop associating them with their characters. We also found it fascinating that most actors didn't actually really acted, their characters were more or less based on their true personalities. Example, the lesbian was really a lesbian and the gays were really gays, NO acting involved. Me and Kaela just kept eyeing one of the lead actor "PERFECT" in the show, because he was so freakin hot. After awhile at Conker Hill, we've decided that we've spent too much time uptown for any hipsters endurance, and decided to head back to Williamsburg. I DID NOT want to go back to wsburg or to any other bars but being that it was raining and we were almost in the middle of nowhere uptown, it would be really costly to call a car at that area, so I had no choice but to tag along with the crew back to.......Williamsburg. We went to Royal Oak for a while, met Brett's roommate...... Brett, and then played this drinking game called 5 questions in which I thought was really dumb and that's when I've decided that I really need to get the fuck home and sleep.

As I am writing this blog entry, I realized that I still have a pink paper bracelet on my right arm from like two nights ago. That pretty much sums it up for my weekend.

GPS

I officially met Kenley Collins yesterday night. Let's just leave it at that. Yesterday night was the longest night ever. We started our ladies night out at Megan's. Drank a couple of beers there. Made a stop at Eliote on our way to Union Pool. Had a drink there. Saw the Grizzly boys at Union Pool, hung out for quite a while there. Drank a couple of beers. Last thing I remember at Union Pool I was waiting on the bathroom line, and Kaela showed up out of nowhere and handed me a whiskey shot, and that's when I started blurring out on the rest of the night. I did some drunken texting I think and probably said something stupid. I don't think the person I was texting was too happy about it. I don't remember how, and why, and what I was doing after the whiskey shot. I think that really did it for me. Considering the amount of alcohol I previously consumed already. That shot terminated it all. I think I remember going to this place called Legion after Union Pool because we were saying the entire night that we have to go to Legion because that's where the dancing involved. I don't remember if I drank anything there. I probably did. Then massive drunk driving involved in Kerry's car, and ultimately ending up at the Shank. Quarreled with the people that were charging us 20 bucks to get in. Really? 20 bucks for the Shank? We left furiously, sticking them the middle fingers, and at some point Kaela disappeared. She did not showed up for the rest of the night. She totally vanished on top of the earth. As confused and angry as we were, me, Kerry, Blythe, and Megan did more drunken driving around Williamsburg and decided that we'll just go back to Megan's and take the rest of the night easy. It was at least 4am at that point, roughly speaking. I lost track of time after the whiskey shot and details to be honest. I remember eating a casear salad at Megan's and everyone was still partying it up in Emily's room. I wanted to die and go home to sleep. How do people get all these energy?!?! I didn't understand.

I woke up in my bed this morning and I was happy. But what I can't believe is that I have to go drinking again in a couple of hours, in Williamsburg again, because I promised a friend I would participate in her daylong bar-hunting event in celebration of her birthday. FML. I barely even use that term but really, at this point, FML.

It's now 2:20pm the next day of this ridiculous debauchery, Kaela Kennedy is still mysteriously missing.

Make Fun

Recently I've been having so much fun at poking fun with the fact that I kind of sort of know Kenley Collins. Names omitted, here's how it goes, a friend of mine's friend is close friends with her. I had dinner at 7A with Tina tonight and I, of course, couldn't help but mentioned Kenley Collins again, so much so that she is now convinced that I am obsessed with her. HA! Can you imagine someone being obsessed with Kenley Collins tho, the cat thrower. OOPS I meant the cat TOSSER. I've been watching the new season of Project Runway now that I kind of sort of know her, and was curious to see how she is on the show, and GOD is she obnoxious or what. I mean tho I like her fashion senses and designs. I'm honestly not that thrill about meeting her in person, especially when I learned her real personality is almost identical to how she is on the show. I just think it's fun to engage her name in conversations being that she's got this ridiculous CAT scandal going on right now.

I am actually kind of paranoid about writing all these because what if someone was googling Kenley Collins and my blog showed up. I mean I have only mentioned Kenley Collins in this entry like.....5 times. Oh well, whatever. I'll probably delete this entry in a few days. And now, I'm going to end this entry by inserting my favorite quote of the night.

Tina Stryzakowski: I just ate a baby.

What do you think of me?

It cracks me up everytime my friend Kaela tells people the story about how she initially felt about me when she first met me at American Apparel. Past Thursday, March 19, around 9ish pm at Home Sweet Home in the L.E.S, she told the story again to Jordan and Megan.

Kaela: dudeeee, you know the first time when I saw Jenny at AA, I was like dude that girl is soooooo cute she's not gonna wanna be friends with me. And I was all like intimidated to speak to her and then she talked to me and I was so shocked! cos I wanted to talk to her so bad!

I think it's always interesting to hear what people's first impressions of you are. I found Kaela's first impression of me being really funny because I never thought I have the appearance to intimidate/threaten people to speak to me. I also don't really think I'm that cute. I'm just really ordinary. Tho, I AM the type of person that if you don't make an effort to keep in touch with me and I have to do all the initiations, then forget it. You have to show me that you care, somehow.

Sooo, what do YOU think of me?

It's a New Post

My friend Tina made fun of a pun I made the other day. Me, Tina and Erin made plans to smoke a blunt and have lovely Indian food at this most bizarre/amazing Indian restaurant you will ever encounter in your life (unless you have the dough to go to India, then I cannot say). I texted her a short sms expressing my excitement for the night and it went "I am HIGHly looking forward to this." I often BOLD certain words to show significantly the alternative meanings of such words. It is something stupid that I do, among many other things. I need not clarify the alternative meaning of HIGH in this context. Anyways, we got so HIGH that we exchanged minimal to no words among each other. I was literally the autistic kid sitting by my end of the table, obsessively chewing my food. Best/worst idea ever, really. We also sat at the best/worst spot in the restaurant as well, in front of sparkling, glowy chilli-pepper lights decorated windows accompanied by the beautiful view of 1st ave accompanied by the entrance/doorslams with a wind chill blowing in every 5 seconds at the speed of 40 miles per hour. We delivered the same motions, reactions, and sound effects every 5 seconds. I really gave in my best at screaming "ughhh" followed by a shivering motion every 5 seconds. I really did not know what else to do, non could I process what else I could do.

12:59

Only quantum physics can explain the force of our attraction.

Flea Market

To the best of my memory the drunken convo went something like this

S = Sara
M= Me

S: Its 19.95 to go to the bathroom please

M: Oh really....why?

S: Cos

M: Well you didn't pay to go to the bathroom earlier

S: That's because I had a chip

M: Well I have a chip too!

S: No only one chip per table. Sorry. I should've mentioned it.

M: Ah, well, I can represent the table next to us then. It's empty.

S: No. It doesn't work that way.

M: Why?!

S: The system doesn't work that way.

M: Well whatever I really have to pee right now I will pay you when I come back

5 minutes later

S: Okay now I have to pee

M: Okay well you have to pay 19.95

S: No I don't...I get....refills.

M: WHAT. THE. FUCK.

War (a slaughterhouse-five rip off)

It goes something like this....

Before the war, we used to call each other everyday, everywhere. We used to whisper into each other's ears, and laughed out loud, stole glances, even for a fraction of a second, and delinquently touched each other.

During the war, I was too busy fighting battles. You were busy living your life. You have a good life, yes. You have good friends, stimulating hobbies, you have a blossoming career, and you like to dance. Dance, to me, is an unfamiliar territory, but I never mind exploring it with you. You never wrote me any letters.

After the war, you were married......okay, not married, but you were in love with someone else. And so it goes.

Fact is, there never was a war. I did fight battles, tho. Battles that had taken place in trashy bars in the East Village, 4 AMs in the morning. Battles fought with ping-pong ammunition, that involved extremely precise targeting in order to conquer triumph. But even the intoxicating defeats were as satisfying as victories. Battles fought in hipsters' glamours. Fact is, you got bored with me after a couple of months, and met someone else, someone you barely even know, and deserted me with nothingness. A typical story, with a typical ending. And so it goes.

But every now and then, when people ask, I will say " I came back from a war, and she was married to a douche bag. And so it goes."