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Last night the girls and I rented a car and drove to Rhode Island for the first of two Monty Are I home shows. I was in a bum-out mood, but those girls never fail to crack me up. Combine them with a lot of vodka, the Cranston crew, the AMAZING live show of Monty Are I, and a sweet house party and I was all set. Some highlights in no particular order...(these moments are hazy at best) -

Jiscilla likes neither sandwiches nor Justin Timberlake. I can't quite grasp either notion. When we stopped at Subway, Christy reacted to Jiscilla by saying, "At least it's not called Sandwichway!" Who doesn't like sandwiches?!

Everybody in the packed venue jumping in unison and making me feel a little scared that the floor would fall through. It was awesome.

Kelly back in the driver seat like all our old road trips. Despite being in NYC for two years, her road rage remains strong. I love her for it.

Christy explaining to us the moment she thought British people had shorter arms than anybody else. Yeah.

Our rented car was a Chrysler 300. We named it Styles Bentley the Third. We were styling.

I think my drinking curbed the fact that I was in the mood to punch people in the face if they so much as gave me a sideways glance. So nobody got hurt. Yay!

On our way back home from the show, besides screaming our lungs out to Beyonce's "Irreplaceable," (how fucking good is that song?!) I called the local radio station to request Fall Out Boy's "This Ain't a Scene" and the DJ goes, "If it isn't a scene, what is it?" My voice is all super-raspy because of screaming my lungs out at the show, Beyonce singing, and all that vodka that had burned my esophagus, I screamed "IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE." The dude (who was probably a Brown University freshman) loved me.

My inebriated state led me to yell out "double-u, double-u, double-u DOT myspace DOT com BACKSLASH nicksnow" at lulls in conversation.

Donnie at 8 pm: I WILL NOT DANCE WITH YOU TO FALL OUT BOY!!
Donnie at midnight: JESS, IT'S FALL OUT BOY, LET'S DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Erica (aka DJ The Clap - we've decided...) started a Midtown dance party.

Steve: I am not dancing with you to Midtown.
Apparently everybody thinks they don't want to dance with me.

I found Erica's sidekick on a counter and proceeded to IM Nick Snow: "thisl is jessidkca i luove yoasu" ...Erica, I'm kind of obsessed with your boyfriend and I think you should step up and get jealouz. I then placed the sidekick in a cabinet.

DJ The Clap also got Monty Are I's manager out on the dance floor (aka Felicia's living room) for a song. Dude was wasted-face. And it was hilarious.

Erica: "Wait, it gets BETTER!"

Felicia felt up Rawan's boobs. That is all I'm going to say about that, except that it was not in any way sexual.

Much love to: Ben - who got a new nose ring and who's coming for NEW YEARS!!!! Nick Fircanis - whose heart was broken that very morning, but still managed to dance the night away. I faintly remember a homo-erotic moment between Nick and Steve (but this is old hat). Justin fucking Aromin - I love this dude. Emily - She also owns my heart. Rob Y - Moving to New York in March? He doesn't even know what's going to hit him. John - dude rules when it comes to helping out MAI. Donnie! Rawan! Keera - Mike's gf is a fan, but she'd drank too much at the show to make it to our afterparty. Andrew & Jackie. Sabrina and her brand new leather LAMB bag that I will never, ever be able to afford. Ever. Ian aka Cutless from Yo Momma. And there is probably like a million more people I saw last night that I forgot to mention...or forgot I saw...Oops.

Felicia is the bestest hostess EVER. Girl got up like an hour after we all passed out, went to the gym, and then picked us up some bagels and coffee when we woke up. CHAMPION. Also, she is really good at eye makeup. Yes.

Steve is still the man. We can still have good conversations from opposite sides of the room.

This road trip was a follow-up to the legendary inaugural Sans Plans/Sans Pants/Dance, Dance Tour of May 06. We deemed it the Srry2Say Tour. It was even more successful, and completely sold out.

Erica discovered she is a HUGE Akon fan.

Dancing on Felicia's couch with one hand on the ceiling for balance and a Tab Energy & Vodka in the other for pleasure. This is how I welcomed everyone to the party as soon as they walked in the door.

Christy's constant squealing makes me so happy.

Felicia, Kelly, Christy, Jiscilla, and I ALL missing the huge sign for 195 on the way home from the show. How do you get lost in Rhode Island?!

As I was looking through Jiscilla's pictures in the morning -
Jiscilla: Oh, that was the Magazine Cover Shoot. Christy yelled out titles of magazines and Nick struck a pose and I took the picture.

There was a long, drawn-out, conversation in the car ride home about syphiliz. This all started because Christy asked if someone had siblings, and I thought she asked if someone had syphilis. We went on for about an hour, and I deemed Erica DJ The Clap in the process. STDs are funny.

The MAI set was fucking amaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing. Erica and I were were flipping out, holding hands, dancing with people we didn't know, and just being hot messes. "Anchor & Hope" - the handclap, gets me EVERY TIME. I LOVE THAT FUCKING SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd demanded an encore and I was in the back of the crowd jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lungs, "CASTLEBOUND!!!!!!!!! CASTLEBOUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and then they played "Castlebound." And then they decided to play another song and I yelled, "TIE OF YOUR VEINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIE OFF YOUR VEINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Then they played "Tie Off Your Veins." The yellow dress works every time.

Okay, I think that's somewhat it. Pictures to come. And my whole body hurts. And my voice is still raspy. Tomorrow is the last day of 2006 and I'm excited for the clean slate of 2007.

I love girls.

My roommate Rachel saw Ewan MacGregor stroll into Barnes & Noble the other morning in dark denim and converse. This happening a week after Kelly and I had a conversation about who we'd be the most starstruck by (male) and both decided Ewan MacGregor was probably tops. Though, after last week's SNL, is there anything at all wrong with Justin Timberlake? Sure, he was in NSync, but that's not THAT bad...it wasn't the Backstreet Boys. Anyway, I'm super jealous of Rachel and wish I could bump into dream boys at my job.



I got the last of my Christmas gifts. I'm so excited for Christmas morning. I always feel like a little kid, no matter what. :)

Last night Erica and I sat on the couch (wooooooo!) and watched bad reality tv because it's our fucking job. Watching the Real World: Denver conjured the same feeling I always get from watching the past few seasons: "Wow, everybody on this show is absolutely worthless." Seriously. And I got kind of creeped out because it reminded me of the last year in Rhode Island - my life probably could have been called The Real World: Kingston. I worked with the people I lived with; three dudes and four girls. Yikes. There was obviously a lot of drinking and shennanigans AND two people who just loved fighting. I usually ignored them or was the peacekeeper, but I remember at times like that I would look into the corners of our apartment and be like, "Is this on secret video?!" ::shudder:: How much I learned from that year....

Moving on, Twenty-four Seven is still delivering the douchebaggery goods. The Prom Kings and their lead singer are AWFUL. Punch in the face awful. Erica and I enjoy the show immensely. But give it up - the best part of those shows are the previews for next week. Right?! Right.

The next film in the Die Hard franchise to be called: Live Free and Die Hard ? Yesssssss!

I was perusing New York Magazine's [slightly pretentious] "Reasons to Love New York" and this reason, about "The Next Isabella Rosselini" living in New York made me miniflip. I went to college with that girl! She disappeared from BU after freshman year, and I guess she moved to NYC...one time my roommate Melissa and I were standing in the lobby talking to her about class stuff and all of a sudden a woman is walking full speed towards us with her coat tails flying behind her and her arm fully extended to shake my hand a good 4 feet before she reached me..."Hi, I'm Isabella, so good to meet you." She did the same to Melissa and then we turned to Elettra and she goes, "This is my mom..." Oh. Cool. Whatevs. We had no idea. Isabella is super-glamorous and gorgeous and, hello, she's Ingrid Bergman's daughter. Probably one of the coolest celebrity encounters I've had...

Now I must sleep. I'm excited for Christmas and cookies and family...I'm loving Aimee Mann's holiday album, "A Drifter in the Snow" - it's not as melancholy as you might think. Her voice soothes me. I've also been listening to Colin Hay's "Overkill" - but that's cause I'm a huge Scrubs dork. Also, it's been a couple of months, but the Matches' Decomposer has not gone a day unheard by mine ears.

I've had some down time at work today and so I've been perusing Ryan Adams' website (I'm obsessed, okay?) and I thought I'd compile a list of his most amazing song titles from his site's songs...and share them. Because I can't be the only one laughing at these...

Ryan has been releasing them under three psuedo-bands: DJ Reggie, The Shit, and WereWolph. Listen HERE. He raps. He screeches. They crack me UP...especially "Sexfuck" where Ryan raps about JT's sexyback and then wishes him a Merry Christmas. Also, check out "TV Shows: The Movie." It's bizarre and hilarious and just look at these titles...