My dear Tommy went back home to Staten Island for the weekend, and I was left to my own devices.
Friday Night: Stayed home to nurse the contrails of my never-ending flu from last weekend. I ended up drinking about 6 servings of miso soup, while watching the following: five hours of Bravo (split between Real Housewives of Atlanta and Las Vegas Taxi Cab Confessions), an episode of Amazing Wedding Cakes, an episode of Bridezillas, Gwyneth Paltrow’s View from the Top, and a horrible Lifetime movie about a Mormon love quadrilateral starring Jennie Garth called A Loss of Innocence. So basically, I drank two gallons of salt water and had estrogen pumped through the television and into my eyeball. It was horrible. I might as well have cut myself or eaten a quart of Rocky Road Ice Cream while dressing up my Barbie doll collection. I literally watched TV for 9 hours. It started at 7pm and lasted until 4am. WHAT KIND OF FREAK AM I?!?!
Saturday: Went to brunch with Adina in the East Village, wandered around Urban Outfitters, and picked up my books on reserve from Greenpoint Library. And you know what? It turns out there’s another Jennifer Kwok who goes to my branch! I know this because I certainly did not order a Japanese manga written in Japanese with no pictures in it (seriously, what is that? )! Then I went home and started reading my actual somehow-in-my-mind-less-dorkier book choice, The Golden Compass. Then, realizing that I probably shouldn’t have ANY more miso for the rest of my life because I had consumed about 12,000 grams of sodium the night before, I decided to order in a Papacitos fish burrito. I ate this while watching Kubrick’s Lolita and marveling at the great acting – Peter Sellers rocks it in this movie, and James Mason and Shelly Winters are no schlubs either. After the movie, I fulfilled my weeklong craving for Haagen Daaz and bought a pint of Bailey’s flavored ice cream at my local pseudo-gourmet grocery market. I went to bed EARLY – like 9pm, after Friday night’s fiasco.
Sunday: Woke up relatively early after 12 hours’ sleep and started going through emails. I grabbed a shower, ran some errands at Rite Aid (where they already have Halloween stuff up, BTW – horrifying!!!!) and bought a couple donuts and coffee from Peter Pan’s, which is now infamous for its Donut Ice Cream Sandwiches. Got back home and edited/practiced my verse for “Trapped in a Dungeon”, a guest-rap-laden song by my buddy Soce, The Elemental Wizard. Then I wrote and practiced my rap verse of a song we’re doing together, “Ride the Bus”, which will be released as a B-side to my single (also produced by and featuring Soce), “Date an Asian”.
After all that musical mayhem, I made some N0-Pudge Brownies and cleaned the house before my Tommy came home (it’s all the Mad Men watching that’s got me acting like robo-live-in-girlfriend). Actually, the brownies were for my former boss, who is letting us stay at her house during our vacation, and Soce, who is hard at work producing all these awesome tracks! I headed over to Manhattan (going from the G to the 7 because there is no service to Manhattan from 23-Ely Ave for the fourth weekend in a row) and met with my former boss to grab keys, directions, etc. Then I headed downtown to record my rhymes with Soce.
Continuing with the self abuse, I came home not having eaten any dinner – BUT buying a goddamn Van Leeuwen ice cream while waiting for the bus on Bedford Ave. WHY?!?!?!?! Ugh, that ice cream is so good it’s hard for me to eat other ice cream now…. It didn’t melt once while I was waiting 15 minutes for that bus – not a square millimeter of it. It’s perfect!!!!
Finally, I got home and found my dear Tommy there, uploading a ton of pictures of his weekend at home, along with adorable 10 second videos of his dog running around and drinking water – videos that, BTW, would probably get more YouTube hits than all my videos combined if uploaded!
It was nice to be kind of left alone this weekend, but between the miso/ice cream diet and 9-hour lady film festival, I really don’t think I’d last very long. However, it was superfun to indulge, and I was glad to channel my inner rap star and try a new outlet for my creativity.
And now, for whatever reason, I can’t seem to go to bed just yet. But…a girl has to try.
Good night!