hedrinksalot, the blog

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

this may be the best or worst thing that has ever happened to my workday.

do enjoy!

Friday, September 15, 2006

so...

i know you all love me.

and...

i know you all like to see pictures of me fronting some fierceness.

aaaand...

i love providing ch'all with said pictures.

soooo...

who's getting me these shoes?

i promise to love you forever!

like forever and ever and ever!

they'd be the perfect addition to my next photo shoot for you lovelies' viewing pleasure.

i'd also entertain them in black.
i'm a size 10 at gucci.
thanks in advance. x's and o's.

(sidenote: i'd also accept luggage or wallets/money clips/keychains... you know, just so we're clear.)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

oh. my. god.

can divas be reborn?

like a phoenix? perhaps lazarus?

and of course...

oh, and you can't forget these wonderful pieces of geniusness:

crack is whack and so is bobby! bobby!

this is my land, ms. houston, and i've crowned you the queen of the night!

Monday, September 11, 2006

a year ago, i said it all the best way i knew how.

so for lack of better words, i'll use my old ones...

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i was born a new yorker even though i was born in illinois.

the blood of its history, its people, its culture, its stories has always coursed through my body.

i grew up with tales from my grandfather about the wonders of new york city. during my childhood, when my mother and i lived with him, he would talk for hours about his childhood in brooklyn and about being a young man in a city that never sleeps. he sincerely loved that city; an immigrant, it was america for him. he never got to go back before he died.

his admiration was contagious. in mid-august of 2001, i ventured to my grandfather's golden city for the first time. i say begrudgingly that he did not do it justice. it was everything and more. being there was like completing the edge pieces on the puzzle of my life... letting me finally start on the center... on the real meat.

it was like being home.

on august 11, my friend angela and i went down to the harbor to squint at the statue of liberty from across the water. we investigated cheap t-shirts for loved ones back in illinois, and from the safety of a bench while munching on baguettes and curling our toes on our flip-flops, we watched the hustle of grey suits, marching to the humming beat of business. we breathed in new york, and it exhaled a new life into us. it was like spiritual cpr. all, quite unknowingly to us, under the iconic presence of the twin towers.

a month later, from a small living room in illinois, i watched as they disappeared. as beth cried for her dad's colleagues who surely died upon initial impact, i was silent. unflinching. clearly shaken, but not falling. not yet.

and for the boy who hadn't noticed them in the first place, it wasn't the physical absence of the towers that shook me when i returned to new york some years later. it was as i walked alone by the site that i finally fell. standing there breathing, i could taste, smell, feel the difference this had made in new york... in the world. teetering from the drama of it all, i was eventually brought to my knees. i stayed there for quite some time, staring into the pit and remembering everything from that day and days before.

the smell of jet fuel. screaming and tears.
glass thunder and rain made of those grey suits.
a wall of smoke. darkness at 10 am.
my grandfather's golden city, sleeping for the first time.

i don't remember getting back up... i only know that, like the city itself, i did.

Friday, September 08, 2006

another photo from yesterday's lunch hour

Thursday, September 07, 2006

what a treat!

a post in photos!

today, we'll follow mr. drinksalot for his lunchtime adventures.

after snagging some chipotle (yes, i know i'm helping america's obesity coach, mcdonald's, but get them to stop making such delicious little burritos and i'll stop giving them my hardly earned dollars), i popped on over to the park of the ages and wonder of wonders, millenium park.

where i sat in the shadow of the vagina building. (no, that is not it's official name or whatever, but i think the building's crown looks like a venus mound in a see of phalluses)

to my left was cloudgate no. 2 or whatever the fuck its name is. you know. the big effing metal bean permanently besmudged with the handprints of a thousand awestruck tourists.

seriously. it's just a metal bean. (and i fucking love it!)

i plopped my butt on the ground.
i curled my toes in the grass.

i wore obnoxious sunglasses, rocked what appears to be a slight pompadour, never left ear-to-bud contact with my ipod, and silently judged all passersby.

i turned and realized i had company. (those black spots are ants)

oh, no! ants on a boy! (and you thought snakes on a motherfucking plane was bad)

oooo, skin shot! my mother would be ashamed.

and there you have it. adventures in brettdom. it is a gripping life i lead.

today's episode was brought to you by the motorola razr (in black) and the letter f.

Friday, September 01, 2006

it is summer no more.

yep, it's gone. done. over. adios, verano. adieu, été.

hola, otoño. bonjour, automne.

g'day, mothereffing fall.

i know, i know... temperatures are cooling down, but there may be a few more hot days left in good, ole mother nature. the old bag does keep a few tricks up her sleeve. hell, who knows - maybe come october we'll have an ~~indian~~ native american summer (sidenote: is that really the mascot for the 2010 olympics in vancouver? that seems... poorly decided). one can never be sure in illinois' crazy, grab-bag of a climate.

while i will miss gracing the beach in my skimpy bathing suits(yes, i really own and wear these suits... well, the black briefs aren't quite the pair i have, but i digress) and seeing half-naked men all along the lakefront, i am looking forward to cracking out the fall wardrobe.

welcome back, scarves. hello once more,sweaters. greetings, fair blazers. damn good to see you, the ability to layer clothing (we skinny kids have to get girthy somehow).

how i've missed you all!