Xmas is over and it's about to be 2011, where the hell did 2010 go? Whatever... I've been down in GA for the past week relaxing and not doing a damn thing. I'm a little upset that I have to fly back to PA tomorrow and rejoin the real world, I think I need one more week! The holiday festivities were off the charts as usual, I have three young cousins that absolutely explode when it's time to open presents. It's like someone threw a grenade under the tree, wrapping paper and boxes flying everywhere... I think I almost lost a hand. And just imagine, when I was a youngster, I probably acted the same way. Here's my favorite Xmas pic, I'm on the sidelines (clearly in shock) watching the carnage go down. I'm pretty sure this was my Vietnam.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Hallelujah! It is time to get my ass home for some Xmas merriment. I'll be flying back home to Georgia tomorrow and it can't come soon enough! I'm in desperate need of some R&R and everything is always so easy with the moms around. I doubt I will change out of my pajamas the entire time. Momzilla sent me this pic the other day... obviously my old cat Puss (got her when I was 16, she still lives with mom) has the right idea; snuggle up under the tree and give the evil eye to anyone who tries to disturb you. I'm coming home Puss!
Monday, December 20, 2010
As stated back in September, Black Swan was my must see movie of the year. Oh... how I love Darren Aronofsky and his complete lack of subtlety. Sometimes I need a director to bludgeon me over the head and thankfully Darren comes from the "go big or go home" school of film-making. I knew BS (nice acronym btw) was a thriller, but I did not expect the film to be so intense. The entire last act I was on pins and needles to the point of being uncomfortable. Excellent performances all around; Portman (whom I've never liked) has never been better, Barbara Hershey is delicious as the overbearing mother and Mila Kunis projects just the right amount of sleaze. And WINONA RYDER, yes! I have missed you! She didn't have a big part, but I will never look at a fingernail file the same way again (Jebus H Krist and hail Mary, was not expecting that). I can see the transformation splitting audiences down the middle, but I was hooked. Tour de fuckin' force I say. I will be seeing this in the theater again.
Look at that stank-eye, Winona is coming for your lacefront!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Pull out your hideous sweaters folks, tis the mutha-fuckin' season! This sweater is way too sessy for you or ya man. Someone please rip it off of me! No... seriously... I'm burning the fuck up. I don't know what lamb in hell got sheered to make this thing, but I'm on the verge of a heatstroke. How am I going to bowl in this?
Strike a pose!
Oh Lordy, I'm getting old... The big 3-0 is next month and I just don't bounce back like I used to. Went to a "nondenominational holiday" celebration yesterday and got a little carried away with the long islands. I've pretty much been laying in bed all day playing Angry Birds on my Galaxy Tab. And the ass kicker, I'm going out tonight to do it all over again. How did I handle this when I was younger? Here's a few pics of me looking grumpy in bed:
Monday, December 13, 2010
Growing up I wasn't fully aware of Joan Rivers and her legacy. I knew her name and her voice (Spaceballs, hello), but wasn't familiar with her iconic stand-up work. I think my first true introduction to her was when she took over red carpet duties at E! in the mid-90's. I absolutely fell in love with her; she was utterly unimpressed with celebrities and talked shit about everyone. But what was so amazing about her, was that no matter how bitchy she was towards other people, she was as equally if not more self-deprecating. While everyone was raking Joan over the coals for calling celebs like Kate Winslet fat (come on, she did look chubby as hell that year), they failed to remark that she was just as vicious about her own looks. It evened the playing field for me, I never found her offensive.
Over the years I've become far more knowledgeable of her place in comic history, so I couldn't wait to see Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work. It's probably one of the best documentaries I've seen all year. Not only because it paints such a vivid picture of Joan, but of the world of comedy as well; the ambition, the drive, the fear, the raging insecurity and constant search for approval... It also does an outstanding job of fleshing out her history and her many career ups-and-downs (Johnny Carson, her husband's suicide, etc.) I would recommend this to fans of Joan and even to people who loathe just the sound of her voice, it will definitely open your eyes.
And most of all, the film gives me hope. This tramp is 77 years old and still working her ass off like the rent is due. I make it a point to catch Fashion Police every Friday and Joan never fails to make me laugh.
Monday, December 6, 2010
If you would have told me earlier this year that the best drama on television would center around a zombie apocalypse, well... I would have laughed in your face. But I'll be damned if it hasn't happened! AMC's The Walking Dead has easily become my favorite drama of the year. Thankfully, the zombies aren't the main focus of the show, nor is the reason for their existence. It's about the characters and their reactions to the horrific situations they are constantly put in. There are so many edge-of-your-seat moments; but also gory humor, a dash of sex and some truly touching dramatic moments. I'm stanning for Laurie Holden at the moment (after all of the genre shows/films she's done, she should have a bigger fanboy following by now!) But I'm trying not to get too attached, the writers don't seem to have an issue with killing characters off. Love it. Even the opening credits are epic!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Oh youtube... youtube youtube youtube. You are without a doubt the gift that keeps on giving. I didn't think a no-name indie rap act would top "Smang It" for awhile, but Ray Jr. has done it with his brand new opus "She Said (Don't Cum In Me)." Ray is actually irrelevant on his own track, because it's all about the HOOK. And Erika Kayne is sanging the hell out of it... "DON'T CUM IN MAAAAYYYY! DON'T CUM IN MAAAAYYYY!" Talk about an ear-worm! Thanks to Michael K for bringing this to my attention.
I don't know what it is about snowy weather, but I always want a freakin' chicken pot pie when the fluffy stuff is falling. Unfortunately, I have neither the time nor patience to make one from scratch, so my good friend Marie Callender has come to the rescue! It'll do in a pinch.
Here's a few pics from my deck. Later, I attempted to make a snow angel on the lounge chair, yeah.... not so good.
In celebration of Hanukkah I decided to have a mini-marathon of one of my favorite directors, Michael Haneke. Alright, moment of honesty, I don't know two shits about Hanukkah... I just needed the holiday for the terrible pun in the title. For shame!
I still hadn't seen his latest, the award-snatching The White Ribbon, so I decided to re-watch two of his older works to get in the mood. First up, La Pianiste with the divine Isabelle Huppert and secondly my FAV Haneke film (and one of my favorite films period) Caché. A good time was had by all, and by all, I mean myself and the bowl of cheese grits I ate while watching.
Needless to say, The White Ribbon is a fucking gorgeous film. My cold, cynical heart even melted at a few points. The old-fashioned love story woven throughout is actually moving. And don't even get me started on the scene where the little boy gives his father a bird to replace his old one (pictured above)... Haneke is going soft on us! Well, not really, the film is also incredibly dark and sinister. And also a huge step up from his completely useless remake (of his own film no less) Funny Games. I can't stomach Michael Pitt's face for one minute, let alone through an entire film. Caché is still his best work, but this is right up there. Astounding!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Sweden has given us some amazing gifts over the years... just to name a few: ABBA, meatballs, The Cardigans, Stieg Larsson, Alexander Skarsgård, the Swedish Chef, The Knife, IKEA, Alexander Skarsgård... wait, did I say his name already? It was worth mentioning twice.
Anyways! Robyn is another one of their top notch exports, she's the biggest damn pop star that the world keeps ignoring for some reason. The last entry in her Body Talk series is damn near pop perfection. It takes five tracks each from the first two entries and adds five brand new sparkling songs. She's heartbreaking, she's boastful, she's dewy-eyed, she's tongue-in-cheek, she's a bitch... basically she runs the gamut. And she sells them all with conviction. Get with the program America!
I think Alexander would agree.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Don't want to be manhandled or body-scanned at the airport? Then just show up in your underwear! That's what Tammy Banovac did. Something about her face isn't right... but dammit, I like her moxie! On my recent trip to Nashville I had to go through the body scanner. It didn't bother me at all, and believe me, usually, I don't pose naked for free. But the thought of some perv in a dark faraway room watching me naked... well, it kind of flipped my trigger. Get over it people! There are more disturbing things in this life to worry about... like the recent Grammy nominations. Seriously? Justin Bieber!? Best New Artist!? Suddenly the idea of blowing up on a plane doesn't seem so bad.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Kanye West is an asshole. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. But face the facts, he wasn't lying when he said Taylor Swift didn't deserve that award. The VMA's aren't known for being the most meritable awards, they're kind of a joke actually. And anyone with a brain knows Beyonce had that award in the fucking bag. But whatever, that's yesterday's news (please tell that to Kanye, who refuses to let the issue go). After his catastrophically awkward interview with Matt Lauer and his even more awkward onstage rant the other day, it's safe to say the switch is broken in Mr. West's head.
Which goes to make his latest album that much more fascinating. The man has issues! Equal parts paranoid, misogynistic, bitter, vulgar, ego-driven... the album is downright riveting. He's the hip-hop Norma Desmond! It doesn't hurt that the production on the album is immaculate. I certainly wouldn't want to go to dinner with Mr. West, but I'll gladly play his music.
So, my plans for a trashy movie marathon yesterday were put on hold... to go see a trashy movie at the theater. A friend asked me to go see Burlesque and I just couldn't resist. Where do I even begin? The acting? The music? The complete lack of a script? Nah! To even discuss those things would be giving the movie too much credit. Christina Aguilera shouldn't quit her day job. Scratch that! Watching her trying to act is far more enjoyable than watching her try to sing. She usually has the vocal subtlety of a terrified ostrich. And honestly, I don't even know what the hell an ostrich sounds like, I just assume.
I'll tell you the moment the movie had me. About halfway through, COMPLETELY unrelated to the plot and for NO apparent reason (except that it was obviously a clause in her contract), Cher busts out into a huge Diane Warren-style ballad. I couldn't control my laughter throughout the entire number. Probably the funniest moment I've seen on screen all year.
Do I recommend this? No. But if you do want to see it, I highly recommend you get drunk off of your ass beforehand. Unless you're a violent drunk, no need to fan the flames.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
"It must be Thanksgiving... because the turkey just walked in!" Sorry, random In Living Color quote. Feel free to use it on family and friends all day Thursday. And make sure to roll your neck all sassy-like when you say it.
Speaking of Turkey day, I will be spending it all alone this year. Apparently this is a Chernobyl-sized tragedy, because everytime I tell someone they make a sad face (with a head tilt no less!) I've been invited to so many places I've lost count. I honesty don't give a crap. Then I start feeling crappy because maybe I should give a crap? What a non-productive cycle of BS. I will gladly sit home by myself and watch trashy movies... I'm picturing something starring Sharon Stone.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Why is it that every gay character on Saturday Night Live is a fey over-the-top stereotype? Sure, those gay people do exist, I've known many of them over the years. I just find it frustrating that they have to play every single one of them exactly the same.
Now for a moment of honesty... I also find them absolutely hilarious. I still laugh my ass off at the Men On Film segments on In Living Color to this day, no matter how offensive. And right now on SNL, Bill Hader gives me a heart attack every time he plays the coked-out club queen Stefon. His inability to keep a straight face during the skits also doesn't hurt. Does this make me a self-loathing gay man? Possibly... And I have yet to go to a club with Furkles, but it sounds like a blast.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Argh! I have been so indecisive with my hair this year. First I grew it out long, almost to my shoulders. After that I had it cut Peter Parker style. From there it turned into a Bieber over-the-forehead swoop. Enough is enough! So today I just chopped it all off. Honestly, it's kind of a relief.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
I'm a huge Joel McHale fan. I've been watching The Soup/Talk Soup since the beginnings of E! and he's probably my favorite of all the hosts. I appreciate his ruthless/morbid sense of humor. He's also got a surprisingly banging body under those jeans/jacket combos he always seems to wear. I haven't given his sitcom Community on NBC a fair shake though. The critics seem to adore it, but I'm just not a big television viewer. I caught a random episode the other day and almost lost my lunch during this scene, absolutely hilarious. I might give it another try.
When banging it and smashing it just aren't enough, smang that ass! What did we do before youtube? How else are bad indie rap acts supposed to release their music and 5 dollar videos? I will give Yung Humma credit though, he has officially entered the term "cooch contusion" into the English lexicon.
Friday, November 12, 2010
As I've stated in the past, I'm originally from the South. Born and raised in Augusta, Georgia or "home of the Masters" as we like to call it. And that's right, I'm a Georgia fucking peach (get it right or pay the price). One of the few things I miss about my Southern roots is the food. After living in Nebraska for the past few years and now Pittsburgh, I've determined that people outside of the South just don't know how to cook. Where's the lard? Where's the butter? Where's the bacon grease? And DAMMIT! Where the hell is my side of cheese grits? Needless to say, I was ecstatic to learn that I had a business trip down to Nashville for most of this week. I had to hit up all the old Southern haunts... but the number one place on my list was Bojangles. Oh Bojangles, how I miss thee. They have the best cheap breakfast of any fast food chain, namely the Boberry and Cinnamon Biscuits. It sure as hell wasn't on my marathon training nutrition program, but I was all over it!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
It has officially been over five years since The Cardigans have released an album. I can't take it any longer! They are without a doubt my favorite band and the wait is UNBEARABLE. Unfortunately, the divine Mrs. Nina Persson doesn't seem too interested in rushing back (after all, she just popped out her first kid). Not to mention she's been preoccupied with her side-band A Camp. Now, I love A Camp, saw them live in KC and they put on an epic show. I had a chance to meet them afterward; they were all really nice and down-to-Earth, even signed all the shit I brought. But when it comes down to it, even on their best day, they just aren't The Cardigans for me. I guess I'll just keep spinning Gran Turismo, Long Gone Before Daylight and Super Extra Gravity in the meantime...
Here's "Erase/Rewind," one of my absolute favorite songs of all time. Just a perfect fucking record.
And here's "I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer." The song title alone makes it a classic!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Every Halloween for the past three years my boss and co-workers have worn t-shirts with my face on them and declared it Great Grijalva Day. One year they even printed posters and put my face on sticks and were "me" for Halloween. I still haven't decided whether to be honored or insulted, but quite frankly, I like seeing people walking around with my face on their shirt. It's the closest I'll ever get to being a "stah!" Here's me rocking the hell out of this year's Great Grijalva t-shirt.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
I'm a pretty good cook but my heart is in baking. It's my bosses birthday tomorrow and she oh so subtly hinted (i.e. asked me to my face) that she wanted some peanut butter cupcakes to celebrate. I try to act modestly, but even I have to admit these things are fraking awesome. Unfortunately they are not on my marathon training nutrition plan, so this is kind of tortuous (I've usually tossed back a few by now). Look how cute they are pre-frosting, like little baby butt cheeks!
Nom nom nom!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Went down to Quaker State to watch the Steelers/Dolphins game with some good friends. Here's me polishing off lucky number four. Sexy ain't it?
I've been meaning to write some movie reviews these past couple of months, but I have so not been in the mood. So here's some quickies:
The Social Network: I really do not get the overwhelming hype with this one. Is it a good movie? Yes. Is it a four star/A+ film? Not even close. The dialogue, direction, and acting is all on point but Aaron Sorkin completely flubs when it comes to characterization. Zuckerberg comes off as a one-note caricature, absolutely no attempt to humanize him or make him believable. Not that the lead character of a film has to be likable, but there has to be something there for me to follow this character for two hours. I will give Eisenberg credit though, he took that one note and ran with it. Andrew Garfield was the standout for me though (he held the film together IMO) and Armie Hammer was a complete hoot in his dual role. The twin effects in the film are SEAMLESS. Close but no cigar David Fincher!
Easy A: It seems every decade a female driven teenage comedy comes along that absolutely slays. In the 80's it was Heathers, in the 90's it was Clueless and in the 00's it was Mean Girls. It's a little early in the teens to say this is the definitive one, but it's in the running. I love little movies like this that come along and surprise you. It's way smarter than it needs to be and the cast is ace, from Emma Stone (the girls a charmer!) to even the smallest of the supporting cast. Amanda Bynes does hit a few false notes, it's almost like she's in a completely different movie. And Diablo Cody take note! This is how you write teenage dialogue that's witty and not ridiculous and annoying.
The Town: Did I miss something or is this the second decent film Ben Affleck has directed in a row? Color me surprised! And on top of that he actually gives a really strong performance. Boston accents, sexy tracksuits, crazy Jeremy Renner, white trash Blake Lively, blown off dick... all in all an entertaining little heist film/drama. The only fumble is the ending, which rings completely false. After all of this, he moves to Florida and grows a beard? WTF? This film had only one way to logically end and Affleck was too chicken to take it there. But outside of that, it was engaging and well-directed, especially the car chases and the robberies.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Let's talk about drugs... better yet, let's talk about anti-drug movies. Is there anything more hilarious? I'm by no means a drug user, just not my scene, but I'm certainly not a prude about them. Here's a clip from an astoundingly bad anti-drug film from the early 1980's. First off, it stars Diana Scarwid (of the immortally bad "I'm not one of your fans!" Mommie Dearest) overacting her ass off once again. It also stars Helen Hunt pre-fame getting high on angel dust and leaping out of a window. And then of course, there's Nina from the Young & The Restless driving her car off of a cliff yelling "weeeeeeee!!!" Did anyone seriously buy this crap?
Also, mad props to the special effects department for that shattering windshield effect. Ace!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
A few co-workers invited me to a Grease sing-a-long in Pittsburgh earlier this week. I then had to make the (apparently) startling confession that I think Grease is one of the worst fucking movies of all time. Then I followed it up with the even more shocking revelation that I think Grease 2 is the superior film. Needless to say, I was laughed out of the room.
Come on! Michelle Pfeiffer and Maxwell Caulfield are infinitely/undeniably hotter than mousy Olivia Newton-John and gag-me-with-a-spoon John Travolta. And I think the songs are catchier too, "Girl For All Seasons," "Reproduction," "Charades," etc. But the best song by far is "Cool Rider." Preach Michelle! Story of my life.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Next time you're in the club and don't know what to do... well here ya go! I'm partial to "the basketball" myself. I don't know who you are Diane Horner, but you have my attention.
And can we talk about Susan for a second? Bitch is stealing everyone's shine in this video. Diva!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
No, nothing perverted. Either you know me too well or your mind is in the gutter! I'm a sucker for 80's R&B and a true legend has passed; Dick Griffey who founded SOLAR Records. I loved a ton of stuff that came out of that label, but my personal favorite has always been Klymaxx (Bernadette Cooper was the Missy Elliott of the 80's, for real). Rest in peace Dick, and to send you out in style, here's "Meeting In The Ladies Room" by Klymaxx. Watch out for that poppin n lockin! It's way too much to handle (and Vivica A. Fox is shaking her ass at 2:35, love it).
And hell, I'll throw in "The Men All Pause" as well.
Fall is here and Winter is right around the corner, so excited! I've never been a fan of the heat, it's one of the main reasons I moved away from Georgia. So I hit up the town "fall style." First up was Apple Fest in Mars, PA. Didn't buy any apples, but I did get some hella cute gourd art for Halloween.
Up next was Soergel Orchards for all the fun fall festivities, pumpkin catapult, hayride, etc. And last but not least, I had to hit up a Steelers game. My Pixie friend Kristy has season tickets and thankfully she dragged me along. Unfortunately we lost to the Baltimore Ravens, but it was still an experience. Look at Kristy all decked out in her Steelers gear, bitch is serious!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
For some crazy reason I've decided to start training for the Pittsburgh Marathon on May 15th. Never been much of a long distance runner, but I feel like it's something that I need to conquer. I probably won't wear the Wheaties costume while I'm doing it, but it was the only action shot I could find...
Saturday, September 18, 2010
The Pittsburgh Penguins opened up their training camp to all the lowly fans this weekend. Hot guys with sticks? I'm there! I'm all about Matt Cooke (#24). Sure he has anger issues and is missing a few teeth... but nobody's perfect! Here's a pic of me with my pixie friend Kristy and a shot of the action.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Can we talk about this airport? Every time I've flown to Chicago or simply had a connection there, it has been a complete DISASTER. Evacuations, delays, cancellations, gas leaks, it goes on and on. I think this airport is cursed, possibly built on an Indian burial ground? Who knows! First the flight was delayed, then they boarded us, then they told us to get off the plane. And don't even get me started on the crazy drunk lady I had the pleasure of sitting by. O'Hare, I love you too. Midway all the way baby!
Other than that the trip was fine. Stayed in the "historic" Hotel Baker. Any hotel that brings me free cookies every night is pretty fraking awesome, but I think the only thing historic about it was the bedspread. Lets get with the times Hotel Baker!
Here's a pic of my tootsies on the skybox at Willis Tower (which will always be the Sears Tower to me and everyone else).
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I'm such a ridiculous Prince fanatic, his musical output during the 80's is untouchable. I am also somewhat of a Prince collector as well (ask me how much I plopped down for the ultra-rare Japanese CD pressing of Apollonia 6... you'll cry). Prince had several proteges during the 80's for which he wrote and produced: The Time, Sheila E., Jill Jones, A6, The Family, etc. But I've always been fondest of Vanity 6. They were sleazy and skanky and just didn't give a fuck (and this was all before Madonna made being a skeaze trendy). Vanity was that bitch, period. Brenda was foul white gutter-trash and reveled in it; check out her rap on "If A Girl Answers (Don't Hang Up)" for proof. And Susan... well, I like to pretend Susan didn't exist. She rocked the hell out of that mustache though.
The highpoint of their career was obviously the club classic "Nasty Girl," without a doubt one of the most influential dance tracks of the past 30 years. The Neptunes, Timbaland, Ryan Leslie and The Dream have all ripped off the beat a million times. Hear Vanity demand "seven inches or more" here:
And thanks to the power of youtube, we get this trashy performance from almost 30 years ago. I wish I could have been there! Straddle that mic stand Vanity!
And here's a pic of me, with guess what... my Vanity 6 poster of course.
I think there's something sexy behind me!
I'm a huge Darren Aronofsky fan, even his films that are self-indulgent hooey have something beautiful to offer (see: The Fountain). This has gotten raves at film festivals over the past month and even the mediocre reviews say it's worth watching. I've never been a huge Natalie Portman fan, she just screams "weak" to me, but that seems perfect for this role. The trailer is absolutely epic.
Oh yeah, thanks for giving Winona Ryder a job Darren! If there was ever an actress I'd love to see make a comeback, it's her.
This bitch is perfection. One of the few model turned actresses that's actually worked IMO. I've been waiting for her to be taken seriously outside of trashy genre pics, but it hasn't happened yet. Hopefully her work in Stone later this year will push her over the edge into legitimate stardom. In the meantime, I'll just sit back and enjoy watching her kick zombie ass.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I've been having a love affair with Erykah Badu ever since Mama's Gun (absolutely brilliant album, I highly recommend it). Her video for "Window Seat" created quite a bit of controversy earlier this year, but the follow-up hasn't even made a blip on the radar. Here's the original video:
Here's the follow-up video for "Window Seat (Remix)" and "Turn Me Away (Get Munny)."
Can't wait for the next one! And as a bonus, here's the vid for "Didn't Cha Know" from the aforementioned Mama's Gun.
Mom came into town this past week and we hit up Pittsburgh tourist-style. First up, the Carnegie museums of Art and Natural History. They were both chockful of awesome stuff but the layout was a nightmare IMO. They need to knock down a few walls to make navigating a bit easier. Here I am in the land of the lost...
Up next it was time to hit up the Duquesne Incline. The view is breathtaking up there, rhymes with "blamazing."
We also hit up the Strip District and the Riverfront. Last but certainly not least was the Andy Warhol Museum. J'Adore Andy Warhol, how can I not love someone who revels in all things tacky and vulgar? FYI, my middle names are tacky and vulgar. I am also a huge sucker for anything that involves silkscreen printing, so I was in HEAVEN. Must... have... this... in... living... room...
We topped everything off really classy with Resident Evil: Afterlife. The movie was trash (duh!), but of course I loved it. I would consider going straight for Milla Jovovich... only if she talked dirty to me Ukrainian.
Friday, September 3, 2010
The other day I was getting ready for work and I did a double-take in the mirror. I thought to myself (actually I said this out loud), "Jesus fucking Christ! You look like Bridget Fonda in Single White Female!" It's time to do something with this shag. Obviously Bridget is way hotter and she has a gun, but I can kick ass with my hand mixer.
"Not the dog Hedy! Not the dog!"
Monday, August 30, 2010
Caught another concert last night! Maroon 5 along with supporting acts VV Brown and Kris Allen. To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of any of them, but they all rocked it. We had great "seats" (general admission, standing only, argh) and I like to think that Adam Levine wore this t-shirt just for me. The words "man pretty" come to mind.
Sorry for the long delay in posts, this past week and a half has been a dirty free for all! Conquered Hershey Park, saw Rihanna... and most importantly tapped that Reesey!
Here's the infamous Reesey cup. I tried to pinch his ass, but it was hard to find. The darling pixie wisp on the left is my friend Kristy.
Here's a pic of Rihanna riding a giant pink tank. Why? Because the bitch can! The show was amazing, she pretty much snatched every wig in the audience.
Friday, August 20, 2010
To quote the wise Rihanna (Riri), the wait is ova... for this blog (okay, she didn't actually say that last part, but lets pretend she did). I'm just a broke bitch living in the wonderful city of Pittsburgh. Am I interesting? Not very, but I am a trash entertainment and pop culture junkie and I can't wait to share my opinions/skews. Buckle your seat belts ladies and gents, it's gonna be a relatively safe and boring drive!
Fun note, I will be seeing Riri in concert tomorrow in Hershey. I will also be visiting Hershey Park the day after. MISSION 2010: get a picture with the giant Reesey Cup guy. Pics and reviews to follow.
Fun note, I will be seeing Riri in concert tomorrow in Hershey. I will also be visiting Hershey Park the day after. MISSION 2010: get a picture with the giant Reesey Cup guy. Pics and reviews to follow.