"I just found myself being frustrated with publishing when I wanted to be a writer myself." - some chick at Fly

best Super Bowl party ever!

and it almost didn't happen!

basically i am an idiot who is bad at hooking up machines, and i've just been living with spotty TV service since Snake moved out, even though the apartment is set up for cable. in the midst of all our chopping, Kimmy Gibbler said it would be nice to watch the pregame show (since the dream of pre-gaming to "Little Giants" was unrealizeable). and that's when we realized that channel 5 was just a screenful of static-y snow. it was terrible. there was crying, smoking, some terse in-person and on-the-phone conversations -- just a total mess. thank goodness for Swanky! he totally took control and made everything right again.

me: i'm sorry i was so stressed out when you got here.
KG: I'm sorry, too.
Swanky: Less apologies, more thanking!


i didn't think anyone was gonna show, but we had a pretty good crowd. including a vegan chef who's girlfriend brought hot wings. bitch is awesome.

overheard from next door

"The best thing about the Superbowl, is that if you want to go somewhere that's normally crowded, it's empty."
-- that older neighbor who wants her kid to Leonard Cohen.

The Stud

me: is this song from "Gypsy"?
Swanky: I don't fucking know. What the hell is "Gypsy"?
me: i think it's from "Gypsy."

Market Hall

"Anybody good die?"
- a man to his friend, who was reading a newspaper, at one of the outside tables.