enter the dragon

that title has absolutely nothing to do with anything.

hil I was under the impression "broads" was spelled that way but I'll take your word for it. currently sitting at my DESK (yea buddy)...in my windowless box of an office doing a whole lot of nothing because, oh wait, ken decided to just not come in today. ken is my boss, he keeps flexible hours and reminds me of a less-dyslexic version of my father. anyways ken isn't here today, but i woke up at the crack of dawn to make an early ferry this morning, drove all the way back from the vineyard to concord, and have been sitting at my computer trying not to fall asleep for the past 5 hours because i thought he might be actually coming to work today. and nobody really wants to just NOT show up on the fifth day of work. so thanks for this ken. i guess it could be worse...i could actually be working? proofreading articles? is this what i signed up for? it's real hard to stay motivated when you're not getting paid to do practically nothing. long story short, i'm once again blogging to retain sanity. it's like talking to yourself without actually talking to yourself. much less creepy, similar therapeutic results.

anways, jooooooosey deets of life in and around the greater boston area / islands? celeb sitings this weekend on MV - 3. if you count shep of vineyard vines as a celeb, which I guess is really tacky of me but I kinnnnd of do. him, bill murray and meg ryan. trifecta, if you will. essentially enough of a reason for me to seriously pursue the option of weekend employment out there. and by seriously pursue i mean i've already signed my name in bbm blood to my new gay bff brent to wear green crocs, lilly polos, and work in his cafe. i've decided I played my cards pretty poorly when planning this summer, and if I had absolutely no moral compass (which is debatable) and unlimited funds (psh), i would have already quit this godawful internship and would currently be at least 2 bloody marys deep, shopping around edgartown with brent at this very moment.

other reasons i like the vineyard over the lockbox in concord, besides casual celeb encounters? it was generally an exciting weekend because i can genuinely say i did things i have never done before. drank duckfarts - crowne + baileys + either jameson or kahlua, depending on your desired level of CREAMINESS. said it. creamy. woof. anyways. drank those, with lunch / dinner / accompanied by tequila shots because, honestly, when in rome. also sang karaoke on stage at a bar instead of just in peoples houses but i did notttt go for the solo cher performance. there will be other karaoke nights and many more opportunities to make a room full of people believe in life after love, but i must say i wasn't feeling it. it's not something i like to do the first night i meet people. why, you may ask? who doesn't like a grade-A, vegas-quality cher impersonator? i wasn't exactly ready to find out. so i did rich girl with a whole mess of people and our mic was turned off and it was the last song of the night so i'm not exactly sure anyone saw or paid attention. but i did it.

and last-but-not-least on the new experience agenda - played frisbee golf and didnt totally suck at it. granted i think i used muscles that i haven't used since i stopped pretending i was coordinated and athletic so now i can't lift my arms up or anything without something pulling...but who's complaining, it was worth it. they actually have a frisbee golf course out there, which is something i have never even seen before. and the frisbees aren't beach ones, but kind of look like discus(es? i? plural? beuller?) and it took me right back to dikey track practices, but in a good way. i didn't exactly keep score but i'm pretty sure i ended up something like 20 over. aint no shame in trying. on the whole, it was a fabbb weekend, definitely looking into long-term weekend employment because honestly if i don't have some kind of consistent sunny, island, beautiful, relaxing mental ammo to keep me satisfied through the week i'll start pulling out my hair and ACTUALLY talking to myself. and i could use the monies.

gross-fest, also, you would be in heaven with the food selections there. murdicks fudge is dy-no-mite and apparentlyyy, so i hear, the atlantic makes a gigantic hashbrown that's basically just a sheet of their bombass truffle fries. i didn't get the chance to sample that but it needs to happen soon. and there's ice creammmmm and art cliff has the best brunch anywhere and you're gonna come out with me one week and we're gonna go to menemsha and get lobster rolls and all kinds of other things. not a joke, fat kids paradise. i'm thinking i should go pretend to work again, but i hope yo house didn't blow away last night in the wind stormz, its finally sunny and above 70 here and i'm wasting away in this intern torture box.

peace love and duck farts,

moi