KRISTA OVERBY BEST FRIEND

…to the (Congress Park) to a dee-luxe apartment in the sky (6th floor)!

Anyway, so we move in mid-May and I am just so excited.  I have plans for getting some nice potted plants and some cheap craigslist furniture…it’s gonna be pretty sweet.  Um and for all you New Yorkers I know you are dying to ask how much the rent is on this place and I will answer you $1100…that’s a nice $550 each per month.  I know, don’t hit me….now now…stop your crying…it’s gonna be ok.  Also…they are building a free fitness center for the residents and a game room with a billiards table…ouch!  I said don’t hit me!

In other news I got a gig hosting bar quizes for Geeks Who Drink on Saturday at the Whiskey Br and starting in a few weeks Thursday nights at Fado’s as well.  It’s a totally sweet deal.  Not only do I get paid, but I get a bar tab and I have tons of fun.  Imagine me and a microphone.  Ha! I also post a blog the next day so that’s where I’ve been doing my blogging lately. 

Everything else in my life is going pretty well.  I can’t complain about much of anything.  Well, I could, but my office is very small…

Navy Peacoat - from parents who knew I didn’t have a warm coat and who care for my well being

Bouquet of flowers - from M (new man - hehe - Denver is awesome)

Lost Cities game - from M (which I immidiately made him play, multiple times and would have made him play more if it weren’t for the fact I want to rope him in slowly to this obsession I have with this game)

The Book of General Ignorance - from J and Liz (I think they realized that by purchasing this book it will only increase my knownledge of all things random and therefore help our Geeks Who Drink team.)  I’ve already learned that the Blue Whale is 105 feet long and has a stomach opening a little over the size of a salad plate.  I’ve also learned that the mosquito has killed more people than any other living thing on the planet.  Marmots come in second.  I could go on forever about Marmots and why this is true, but then what would I talk about at parties?

I am America and So Can You, by Stephen Colbert - Also from Liz and J, I think they must have peeked at my Amazon wish list, either that or they are psychic…and totally awesome.

Lens cleaner and cloth - from M, and technically not wrapped for my birthday, but given to me on what I annoyingly referred to as my “birthday weekend” and I didn’t pay for it so technically they should be included on this list.

Brunch- from M (I’ve become a very costly girlfriend by this point) He wouldn’t let me pay for anything, which was totally awesome, but by the end of the day I felt completely guilty and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna take him out to dinner very soon.

Dinner at Casa Bonita - sponsored by Liz, J, M, and a whole bunch of other people who came and helped me celebrate.  They have cliff divers and it is Cartman’s favorite restaurant - so how can you go wrong?  I’ll tell ya, actually eat the food.  My stomach hurts this morning (and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the margaritas or the whiskey piled on to the food later in the evening).  John gave us all a fabulous tour of the place…which took, I swear about 3 days to complete.  It’s pretty funny, the waitress asked if we had all seen the South Park episode and John, who has been going to Casa Bonita his whole life said, “I didn’t need to see it, I lived it.”  hahahaha. 

A balloon - from Zoe (who was in from NYC visiting! Whoo) This balloon came out of a machine, I’d never seen anything like it. 

An egg prize from those clucking egg machines, which oddly featured a parrot, and not a chicken - from Zoe

A dinosaur finger puppet - won from everyone playing skeeball and giving me their tickets. 

A fake tattoo of Bruce, the shark from Finding Nemo, which is now stuck on my right wrist - won from (see above)

I also received multiple quarters to play games and stuff.  It was awesome and by the end of the casa bonita experience I felt like a 7 year old.  Especially as I sat out by the fountain holding my balloon and playing with my finger puppet. 

After the fine dining experience a handfull of hardcore birthday enthusiasts, mainly, myself, M, J, Liz, Zoe, and Becca made our way to karaoke where I think the high point came when a very demure lady wearing a pretty white eyelet skirt and black top stepped on stage and proceded to sing Snoop Doggs’s Drop it Like it’s Hot.  Awesome. 

In summary, my birthday rocked and I have awesome friends. 

This weekend was pretty jam packed with activities.  In addition to my birthday I attended M’s company holiday party which took place at the football stadium.  It’s was pretty damn cool.  I got to walk on the sidelines.  I wanted to learn how to tackle, but no one seemed available to teach me.  This weekend was also Liz’s fabulous Denver’s Next Top Model party, which was so awesome.  I was the final designer for the final walk off challenge, which meant I had to come up with 6 designs.  I had fun with it.  Let’s just say my one design was meant to represent the melting ice caps and another was a unicorn.  I’m sure pictures will emerge shortly on Flickr. 

Yeah for weekends full of good times.

Ah, nothing like Pavement lyrics stuck in your head on a cool Wednesday afternoon.  Actualy, is it ever bad to have Pavement lyrics in your head?  Ever?  The answer is no.

So, where shall I begin….Liz and I were booted from Ultimate Blogger 3.  I don’t think it was merit based, considering the talentless TJ S-Norris is still alive and kicking.  No, we was robbed!  Although, I must admit I enjoyed my quiet weekend of non-competition based thoughts.  I’m hoping G-Rad takes the cake, but the alliance of Body City and Existential Media is pretty tight.  We will have to wait and see what happens. 

Next news - I got me a job!  Whooop!  Yes sir and or madam, I am once again gainfully employed.  So, step one - done, Step two - get me an apartment (I’m checking out places this weekend), Step three - get me a vehicle! (which I think needs to wait until I have a few paychecks under my belt and also the apartment is more important than the car at this point..although I suppose I could sleep in my car.  Hmmm, thoughs.)  As of right now I am the loser friend that has to rely others to pick them up…this will have to do for a bit longer.  I’m just going to pretend I am really environmentally focused and don’t want to sully the air with one more car…yeah…that’s what I’ll do.)  

So that’s all the news.  No more UB3 and I have a JOB.  Other than that I am filling up my days with the usual ANTM watching (goooo Asbergers!), meeting new people, and this week I’m also going to see some live music.  Excellent.  I’ve been told that I better get my fill of autumn concerts in Denver because come the winter the musicians stay far away…no one wants to get stuck in a Colorado snow storm.  

And then I got shanked.

I feel like all I’ve been doing lately is competing for things.  I’ve been playing bar trivia with Geeks Who Drink, which is tremendously fun especially due to the other team members of Oh Don Piano (although last night our team name was Two Drunk Fruit Loops and a Hungry Stripper -  once Liz heard Jess from Rock Of Love say that on the last episode it was obvious we would have to use it)  We keep placing third every week, it’s a curse, but I have faith we will win won of these days.  God willing next week will have themes like All About Lyle Lovett and So, You Failed Math.
But now I have a real competition to announce.  Something way cooler than I am.  Liz and I have been chosen to compete in Urban Honking’s Ultimate Blogger 3 competition.  So all of my creative juices will be spent over there, hopefully for awhile, since we don’t want to get kicked to the curb any time soon.  So, please visit.  Unfortunately, friends can’t vote to keep us in, but a nice comment on our work is always welcome.

I really hate looking for a job.  Do you want to know what I hate most of all…writing the cover letter.  If only we could send the resume and be done with it.  I never know what to say or how to act.  Sometimes I want to be earnest and sometimes I want to be funny.  If only there was a little hint at the bottom of each job listing, something like - we would like to hear a funny story about you in middle school…or please beg us for a call back, the more whiny the better.  I just never know.

I went on an interview for temp work yesterday and I was hoping I could announce I have temp work on Monday and therefore temp ratings for you all, but no dice.  I guess this is a smaller town, hence less opportunities.

In happier news we are doing a video scavenger hunt this weekend and I am really looking forward to it.  I’m not quite sure what the video part means exactly, but hell a scavenger hunt is a scavenger hunt and I’m game for anything.

So motha fuckers I’m in Denver!  I made it.  It was a long trip.  The cat was not pleased with her place under the seat in front of me and I had jimmy legs that would not quit. So I’m here and now I have to get my shit together.  Holy crap…that’s a daunting task.

My first step is finding a job.  A JOB.  Shit man.  I might have to temp for awhile depending on what the job front looks like.  So you know what that means….I’ll get to do some more temp ratings.  Look at me, looking at the bright side.  Just call me Pollyanna.

I hate looking for jobs.  I really do.  I just want to get a good job that I want to stick with for awhile.

Anyway, I’m sitting here watching Rock of Love on TV and watching three cats trying to assert their dominance in this house.  I just went out and met some of Liz and J’s friends.  We went bowling and then to Karaoke.  I bowled crappy and then sang Everything She Wants - which is a great song, but holy shit, Michaels and Ridgley didn’t know when to end their songs did they?  Maybe I should have done some Cindi Lauper instead.

So this blog entry sucks, but I wanted to just write and tell everyone I made it.

Hopefully I’ll have something fun to write about soon.

On a church sign - What happens in Vegas -  gets forgiven here.
A sign outside the Acme supermarket with an illustration of an outlaw cowboy - Wanted: Men who can sing

Sign outside a discount liqueur store near boat marina - Boaters Welcome!  Old Ugly Guy is still here.

Sign in front of Friendly’s Ice Cream Restaurant - Free Happy Ending with every entree! (This one had me almost drive my car into a fence I laughed so hard.)

P.S - only 11 more days of camp left.  Whooop! Can’t wait.

…and I think I won’t ever be the same.

Part of my job at camp is to go into our headquarters once a week and turn in paperwork, pick up checks, get approval on supply orders, etc.   I also use this time to go buy supplies at certain stores across the great states of Maryland and Delaware and do other random errands.  So I’m usually gone for most of the day.  However, today I didn’t have as much to do and I thought I would be back at camp by about 2 PM.  What a pipe dream!  I was able to get in and out of headquarters in about an hour and a half, but then I walked into Wal-mart.  I didn’t need to buy much today.  Most of the supplies we needed I was able to purchase on the internet or on the phone…but God help us we just needed some RIT dye and a couple of squeeze bottles….oh and I needed to print out our camper photos.  (Each group here has the option of purchasing a group photo.)  So I go up to the handy dandy little Kodak picture maker and start to work.  We wanted to add a border and some text so I knew it would take a little time…but holy be-jesus…it took me THREE HOURS to get those suckers finished.  THREE HOURS.  You know why?  Cause the damn Wal-mart photo lady today me to print WAY more than necessary.  The photo machine guy said they printed out 2 at a time, on one sheet, but OH NO, the photo lady (who by the way had one hell of a cold sore on her upper lip) said, no, they print out only one to a page……..was she right?  Should I have gone against the intelligence of someone who spends most of their waking hours in the Wal-mart photo center?  DAMN RIGHT I SHOULD HAVE!  She had me print out DOUBLE the amount of photos I actually needed.  Which meant I printed out FIFTY sheets of photos….you know how long that takes the machine to do?  YES, you got it!  2 hours!  Then they had to trim the photos…BY HAND.  Which took another 45 minutes.  You would think they would have a machine to trim them…I know those machines exist.

So while I was there I just watched all the people at Wal-mart in the middle of the day on a Wednesday.  Interesting stuff (if you are bored and have no one else to look at)…I saw a very young married couple (we are talking like seniors in high school) who came to pick up their pictures only to find that have of the pictures in their pile weren’t theirs…who were those strangers?  They didn’t know any of them, but the Wal-mart photo center staff in their invariable genius kept insisting they must be the couple’s photos..even after the real owners came up to the desk and…low and behold!  There were the strangers in the photos!  Look, only they are at Wal-mart and sweaty and not in their backyard pool.

There were lots of old guys in too big for their head John Deere trucker hats.  They sat on the bench with me for a little while and then got up and walked around a little longer…no carts, just them walking around the air conditioned bazaar.  I saw a lot of little babies…like, right out of the uterus little babies and lots of people in motorized scooters.  I did not see a little baby driving a motorized scooter…although that would have made up for the 4 hours I spend in the Wal-mart.

In other news, camp is going well.  The kids are here now and they are all basically good.  We might have a few future parolees and maybe a couple future baby mamas, but for the most part they are nice kids and they don’t annoy me much…now the staff…that is a whole other story.

Hi friends!

It’s me and I’m wearing a kerchief.  I’m dirty, have tuna breath, and have about 30 mosquito bites just on my right arm, but I’m hanging in there.  I feel like I’ve been at camp now for about 4 years, but at last count it’s only been 15 days.  I’m now a certified lifeguard and pro-rescuer…which basically means I can haul your soggy ass out of the pool if you start a’drownin…it also means I can splint your arm, wrap your wound, and I get to wear one of those cool lifeguard shirts all the cool girls at my local pool wore when I was but a wee lass. 

The staff all arrived a few days ago and needless to say I am decades older than all of them.  Almost every day I get some girl coming up to me and saying, “oh my god, I was talking to (Insert name here) and they told me how old you were…and I didn’t know you were so old!  I mean, I knew you were older, but I thought that was like 24.”  Yeah…these girls think 24 is old…to them 32 is unfathomable.  I think I’m going to try to institute some sort of elder-day…where everyone has to do something nice for me…cause I’m so much closer to dying than they are and everything. 

Most days I feel like I’m in high school again.  Except this time I’m the teacher and I have to look at the empty faces as I stand in front of them leading a session.  I had no idea what my teachers went though!  God bless ‘em!  It’s hard standing in front of 25 kids who are all looking at you like they wish you would die, or at least just pass out and leave them alone.  They aren’t all bad though, I have my favorites.  There are some kick ass people here, most of them are only 18, but I’ve always been a goofy bastard, so I think I can fit in somewhere.  I wish I could write more about certain things going on, but since this isn’t really an anonymous website or anything, I best not do that…just know there are some wacky characters around here.

The campers come next Sunday…only then will I really know what this whole camping thing is going to be like. 

I miss Brooklyn and my friends so much.  I miss the ole Betty Sandwich and I even miss the little bodega guy on the corner who would try and sell me old dirty candy bars every time I went in there.  I miss talking about a book and have people know what I’m talking about.  I miss going to the movies and I miss watching bad reality tv with Abby.  However, I am in a lovely part of the country right now.  I’m hoping I’ll be able to do a lot of swimming and boating this summer and hell, all of my meals are made for me…no doing the dishes!  So it’s a good life.  I couldn’t do this full-time, but for a summer, it’s not such a bad gig.

What a shitstorm. I can’t remember being more disappointed with a movie..oh wait, I just remembered it was during Star Wars Episode II when Nathalie Portman and Hayden Christensen actually had a love scene where they rolled around in grass like in some romance book written by a 14 year old girl. That was dumb…this would have been just as disappointed if I was really even looking forward to its release…which I wasn’t. So, lets start with the reasons this movie sucked, shall we?

Where to begin, where to begin..ok, I know.. hows about, freakin Tobey Maguire was a fatty boombah! Am I the only one who likes my superheros to look like they could actually save someone (Wolverine)? I remember the first movie, when I heard he was playing the part I was like, hmm, I think Toby looks like a 12 year old with brittle bone disease, but he totally pumped up, right? But in this movie it looks like he’s been sitting around eating Little Debbie Snack Cakes (the whore of the snack food kingdom, right J) and washing them down with a 2 liters of Pepsi everyday since the last movie. Who thought this would be ok? Oh, wait, I know Sam Raimi, it’s because every scene with Tobey in his suit is totally CGI’d. Tobey didn’t need to be fit because the movie was basically a cartoon (a bad one at that) with bits of scene with Kirsten Dunst in it. Ugh. If Kirsten came back to the set looking like Tobey they would have written M.J. out of the movie as faster than you can say Rosie O’Donnell. Every time Tobey cried (which was often and leads me to my next reason why this movie sucked) his little double chin wobbled like a turkey’s going to the slaughter.

Throw us girls a bone Spider-man casting! Give us a little eye-candy to look at! If Tobey is looking bad, you could have made the other characters hot..right? Don’t get me wrong, James Franco isn’t bad looking, but he freaks me out when he smiles…he has too many crevices on his face or something - and for the other two main characters we get are Lowell Mather and Eric Forman? Really super hero casting people? Really?

Ok, now we get to the second reason why Spider-man 3 sucked…it had too much crying! Every other scene was someone crying their eyes out about for some dumb ass reason or another. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for men feeling like they can express their emotions, but not in my super hero movie! It had more man tears than a lifetime movie about prostate cancer. I half expected Tobey to say - Goodnight you princes of Maine - at the end.
Next, lets move on to the “black costume” Spidey - whenever Toby gets to feeling the “black” take over he all of a sudden is wearing eye liner and his hair gets all emo… it’s like Spidey turns into Panic at the Disco. You think the costume people could have come up with something a little more interested that that.

Lastly, what was with the American Flag shot at the end? Raimi got all Michael Bay all of a sudden. And the NYC firemen in the crowd shots…why didn’t he just have the statue of liberty come to life and give Spidey a thumbs up? I’m so sick of these patriotic American scenes. Are we that easily bought as Americans? Are we supposed to cheer and be so enthusiastic at the sight of our flag and some “real heroes” that we forget all about the previous two hours of shit?

Ugh.

The only good thing about Spider-man 3 was the trailer for the new Harry Potter movie coming in June. Ohhh…Voldemort…you saucy fellow.