Listening To.
>Find Me.
Website, for informing.Places I Work.
SonyBMGPlaces I Write.
In The Aeroplane, Over UC
I’m so, so excited. Eek! Are you excited? You should be. Get excited! Might want to bookmark their site while you’re at it. This job is going to be a blast!
In other news — it’s gotten to the point again where I have too many jobs to keep track of. Last year, I had a sticky note above my desk with a list of them. Maybe this year, I’ll upgrade and engrave a tablet.
The letter I received for my scholarship yesterday! I put up an away message about it, and everyone — everyone — thought I had posed for them.
Hugh’s an alumnus, sillies! And generous alumnus at that. (I’m so excited! Eep!) Go pick up an issue, and tell your girlfriends it’s just a congratulatory gift for me. You’ll totally get away with it.
This is a pretty good summary of the past two days. My brother Steve visited this weekend, and between eating a shitload of food, we chugged water but stayed consistently dehydrated. It fucked my body up, but whatever. Here’s to global warming!
Check out the slew of photos for the trinkets I picked up this weekend (directly below) and the rest of what we did!
Sunday:
Pictured: Brunch, which consisted of a mimosa, iced coffee, a basket of muffins and an omelette-y thing with proscuitto. All while reading the Sunday Times.
The rest of the day:
- Visited the Met (Hearst ID = free admittance!)
- Wandered through Central Park (and almost died from the heat)
- Went to Upright Citizen’s Brigadee theatre and saw ASSSSCAT 3000, the theatre’s all-guest improv show. Last time, there were only a few people performing. This time, there were writers from Conan, 30 Rock and The Colbert Report, and Rob Riggle (from The Daily Show), Horatio Sanz and Rachael Dratch were there! It was pretty good, but the guy who was the monologuist (aka, unofficial leader/host) was fuck awful.
- Joe’s Shanghai, a chinese restaurant that I took on suggestion and was glad I did. Pork crab meat soup dumplings, mmm. The 1/2 crispy duck was good, and the pork shoulder was….not my bag. Oh well.