halloween ball

alternate title: never get stuck in a sphere at the top of a tower with 275 people and two one-stall bathrooms.

i regret to inform that i have no pictures of my halloween costume. my camera's batteries died because my camera hasn't been plugged in to charge since the last time i officially occupied my home in nashville. and, i only had triple-A batteries as backups (if you know me and my profession, you will understand).

the party was held at the top of this:

that is, the sunsphere, the monument to the 1982 world's fair celebrating energy and the icon which almost singlehandedly makes knoxville cool (almost). the 'sphere closed to the public something like 15 years ago and only recently reopened. upon my first visit, i was disappointed to find that the 'sphere in fact was not full of wigs as bart simpson once told me it was.

the view from the top is breathtaking, again almost making knoxville cool. the observation deck as a party venue sucks. it's a ring with elevators and a kitchen in the middle, so when i go to find my boyfriend after he failed to return from the bar, i can't find him because we are, in fact, both circling the 'sphere in the same direction.

also, consider this: 275 people + 2 one-stall bathrooms = misery. i found myself in line in front of a drunk 21-year-old wearing a very short marie antoinette-esque getup. her boob was hanging out the top. literally. another girl better than i had the decency to approach and pull her dress up over her boob, telling her to cover up because she was embarassing herself. i did not have this decency. i had to pee, therefore could think of nothing else.

this was a party of law school students, obsessive compulsive, bombastic folks who all went over the top with their costumes. it looked like a costume party scene out of a movie or tv show. i could not believe how fantastic some of the costumes were: spinal tap; ms. pacman and blinky the ghost; the price is right showcase showdown complete with light-up showcase showdown contestant booths; and mormons (distasteful, yes; funny, yes).

see for yourself here (click chilla). you might even find me dressed in my favorite rock star video game get up.

what happened to the spin lizzy i used to know?

a: i'm right here. i've worked a ridiculous week and all free time is dedicated to sleep. hang tight.

cleanse your palate

ok, here's the deal.
i'm freakin' tired after working a full day and then driving 200 miles home only to find myself at a semi-large (for me and my mood, anyhow) gathering of friends. in other words, i'm too tired to dwell on top chef right now, and my dog keeps impatiently telling me she's ready to go to bed.

so you can find all the wonderful things i have to say about top chef (and there's plenty) sometime tomorrow night. wocka wocka wocka.

drinko

ok, so i lied. i said i was going to update like three days ago and i haven't. i can't help it. i'm being run ragged across the state and back thanks to my job. i'm exhausted and i'm about to leave for knoxville again in like two hours.

but i would like to share with you this photo which sums up my trip to the lake:

yes, it's plinko for alcohol. top that, bitches!

spokesdog reacts to vick plea

the reaction of lucy, spokesdog for the Formerly Abused/Now Loved Coalition of Cuddly Pit Bull Terriers to hearing that mean mr thug quarterback will plead guilty:

spokesdog lucy also urges you to consider adopting a sweet, lovable bulldog like herself. if you do she'll give you a big ol' lick on your cheek.

also, we love this story: At Atlanta shelter, Vick jerseys are going to the dogs

observations du jour

_ so during my recent fixation with redoing my blog (still work in progress) and finishing harry potter off, i totally missed the fact that slave to target is back. woo hoo, welcome back!
_ missed calls from drunken boyfriend who is out with his friends tonight: 7:08 p.m., 8:33 p.m., 12:06 a.m., 12:50 a.m., 1:39 a.m.. i answered at 1:41 a.m. yep. definitely drunk.
_ quote o' the day from the book i'm currently reading, bitter is the new black, on pitbulls: "they aren't evil; they're just misunderstood." so true, so lucydog.

(she's yawning, not about to bite someone's head off)

ok, bedtime, really.

elvi

it's elvis death week, and i totally want these elvi pez dispensers:

think

time for a photo. how about two? from chicago:

squeak

sometimes, i look at my dog while she's squeaking incessantly on a squeaky toy, and i think, 'i know how you feel, yo.'

pinch me

ok, so i know it's really impossible to tell from the photos, which were taken on my cell phone as real cameras were prohibited, but i was this close to the barenaked ladies:

and to the counting crows:

if you ever have the chance to get that close to the barenaked ladies, i totally recommend it. as far as the counting crows, they're good, but i wouldn't pay a lot of money to get that close to them (and i didn't).

townhoming

the last photo i posted of my townhome was like two weeks old. i finally made it back out to the site the other day and found this: (mine is the second from the right)


and the back:

fall

some photos, because i just haven't had any in a while:



and a townhome update:

townhomey

as of last night, i'm officially buying my very own build-it-from-scratch townhome. after my puppy dog, it will be my second child.

for now, my home is just a wee young lot seen here:

life's a bitch

ok, i'm not a fan of cats, but this is just too good to pass up. plus it's time for a photo.

this, by the way, is totally how i feel after this obnoxiously stressful week:

Peek Peek rocks a summer mullet. Originally uploaded by bokeh.

graceland

this is the first week in a month i haven't been sent to memphis for one reason or another, so to compensate:

deconstructing tweety

the dog

i had to snap the picture before her curious nose hit the lens:

bird's eye view

although i've not really taken to the bird which has taken to my hanging plant for a second time, i suppose its little babies are kinda cute.

carpal tunneling

i think i'm doing irreversable damage to my wrist when i type on my computer which is sitting on my desktop which is a good foot higher than the top of my lap as i sit in my desk chair. i love my desk chair so much though -- its a low-riding armchair covered in yellow velour (see photo). i guess the desk has gotta go.

andre

my love:



i am now slightly less of a tennis fan than i was just days before.