oh, and LET'S GO MOUNTAINEERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

WVU is ranked no. 2 in the nation right now, and after we beat Pitt, we'll be No. 1 and HEADED TO THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.

Totally awesome. Morgantown is gonna burn to the ground.

Updat(ion) Station

Greetings from the dead. I haven't had anything particularly exciting to report as of late, i.e.- I'm not publishing everything on the interwebs- so I apologize if my lack of posts has left all 3 of you high and dry.

Same ol', same ol'. Nice vacay, don't really want to be back at work, December is going to be mad busy- you know how it goes. So rather than write about the shit we're all going through, I'll feature a few bright spots.

I've been to a few of these spots, and they do NOT disappoint. I think I'd like to go to Al di la for Christmas eve. It will remind me of barrelling through mass at St. John's after just eating 4.5 lbs of penne with vodka sauce and bottle of wine. Ahhhh memories.

Last night, I had an amazing beer here, and the full name escapes me at the moment, brewed by Mahr's. It was very malty- in fact, the malt was slowroasted, giving the beer an aftertaste of honey. Seriously one of the best beers I've ever had, and it was imported by these guys. Cast your beer snob stones if you will, but if there is one thing that I can afford to lend my snobbery to, it's beer.

Alright. Back to work.

Say it ain't SO

Global warming is effecting EVERYTHING. Get green, people.

I think I might still be drunk

Wow. I haven't woken up intoxicated since college. I remember it well- Beckie, Lauren, and I had gone out the previous night (ladies' night at a VERY quality establishment), got housed on awful jello shooters and natty ice, and had a GIANT theory test the next morning. Miraculously, I got an A on the exam. I never EVER got A's on my theory exams; apparently the spinning room helped.

So why am I still feelin' it, you may ask? Because oops- I forgot to eat dinner with my 4 Tripel Karmeliets . Yowza. When a beer is so incredibly smooth that someone like me doesn't stop to eat, you know it's a winner. After a lovely walk through central park, with a date no less (I know, I know- don't fall out of your chairs), it really was the best way to end the day. Next time, though, I should add some mussels and frites to those Tripels.

In other news, Ryan and I saw Figaro at the Met on Saturday, and it was really great. We scored some orchestra seats (thank you, student ID), so we had a chance to see the mechanics of the singers up close and personal. Bryn Terfel is the f$*&ing man, and completely owned the stage. His voice, his stage presence, his acting= all incredibly professional and natural. As cheesy as it sounds, it was really inspiring. Oh, and have you SEEN Simon Keenlyside?? Boy (man?) has got it goin' ON. He sang the Count, and I absolutely loved it. The Countess and Susanna were amazing as well- it really was one of the best things I've seen at the Met. Sources on the inside tell me that it's kind of a madhouse- so changes are being made for the better.

Alright- I have to work now. As soon as this computer screen stops spinning...

How can I tell you that I love you?

Other Ways to Say It
(42) Inappropriately, to a coworker who is already sleeping with another coworker. (43) With a heart filled with lies. (44) With a she puppet and a you puppet. (45) As she leaves for Spain with your much better-looking brother. (46) At Thanksgiving, to her twin sister, by accident. (47) In glow-in-the-dark-paint on the bedroom ceiling. (48) Directed toward the heavy, sealed barrel in the basement where you’ve hidden the secrets. (49) While pounding on the motel-room door. (50) Branded onto her favorite pig. (51) With dozens and dozens of greeting cards, because the motorcycle accident caused a hemispheral infarction that has made it impossible for you to verbalize emotion and also turned you into a compulsive shopper. (52) By promising to read her novel. (53) By actually reading it. (54) By telling her that she really captured something beautiful about what it means to be a young woman who rides horses in Connecticut. (55) By asking her gently if the rape scene should go on for 75 pages. (56) By admitting that as a man it’s unlikely you could ever understand and apologizing for questioning her literary judgment.

Read the entire article here. Really, read it. It's f$*#ing hilarious.

Butt clencher

YES! Yes yes yes.

Always a bride's maid

Well folks, in what was a highly anticipated (by 8 people) bocce tournament, Boccismo! placed 4th in the Bud Bocce Cup, a now quarterly event taking place at Union Hall. Now, we placed 4th out of 32 teams. We also took home the prize for Best Logo (because it rules), scoring us a (pretty cheap) digital camera and (no one took one home) Budweiser tee shirts. Not too freakin' shabby, if you ask me. It was a long day- we were at Union Hall for about 6 hours; we won the first three rounds, landing us a spot in the semi-finals. Unfortunately, we were up against a team with the loudest cheerleaders (and most annoying, I might add) this side of the East River. Concentration was key, but in the end, we just didn't pull it out. It was a great effort- I was proud to be honorary Captain for the day.

Peep this:

Bah Humbug

Somedays, it just isn't worth chewing through the restraints. Today was one of those days, until I got to work and saw these. It took me 2 hours to get to work today because service on the 1,2, and 3 trains was suspended until about 8:15 AM. Rather than have another anxiety attack, I chose to take the bus- which took 45 minutes. But hey, at least I got a seat. Frazzled and stressed, I finally got to work, and when I opened that email, I forgot all about being mad. Isn't it amazing how simple things- in this case, pictures of Maxwell- can be so renewing?

I'm still not over the slaughter that was last night's Ryan Adams show. The venue was awful (Hammerstein), the crowd was intolerable (wasted assholes), and my feet were killing me. Of course, he and his band sounded absolutely wonderful, but it was almost impossible to hear any nuances or change in dynamics on account of the fools surrounding us. Why would you pay $40 for background music? Save your money, go to a bar, and let actual fans buy the tickets. Ugh.

OK- going back to my calm, happy place.