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- Smoking- In addition to my beloved Djarums, I am also digging these weird Springwater cigs. Smoking is so underrated.
- Trader Joe’s- It’s like someone hosed the place down in awesome and win. Tarte d’Alsace and some two buck Chuck makes you almost feel not-poor for like, fifteen whole minutes. Truffles for under $3. Real instant mash. Natural beauty supplies. If only they added house brand valium and vicodin and staffed it with teenage brits, I’d never leave.

- Queer as Folk reruns on Logo- anyone who hates on touchy touchy boylove needs to watch Brian and Justin dancing at the prom. I can’t think of anything more romantic in the history of romance ever.
- My imaginary boyfriend- is he real? Even I’m not sure anymore but I’ve still never seen anyone cuter. If I’m remembering right.

Leading me to…
- Hitachi Magic Wand- It’s just so powerful, I might have to tell my roommates I use it for old car accident injuries. Every time Boondock Saints is on, my back just starts acting up. Especially during the outtakes.
- Jesus Christ it’s a lion, get in the car! Please, God, let the internets stop producing memes so I can get some sleep.
- Leisurewear- It’s gotten to the point where my one career goal is to be able to wear sexy sweats and sleek sneakers. Career garb is so awful in so many ways, it always feels dirty.
- Jay-Z’s American Gangster- I think this album is gonna give The Black Album a serious run for its money in the long-term. Yeah, I said it. Fucking genius, this is.
- On Demand Programming- why can’t the fuckwits who are responsible for cable make one that fucking works already? I’m paying $3 a month, and I want to watch Hookers at the Point for the sixteenth time. Damn you, iO.
- My car- Newark is so fucking weird- I can leave my easy-to-park-in space and be in the Holland Tunnel in ten minutes. You can’t even get from Tillary Street to the Manhattan Bridge in that amount of time, who knew? Anyway, driving stick in Jersey traffic is scary, but now I have a Beetle again.

- Scrabulous- Eamon playing “VAGINA” for twelve points, shocking only that it came two whole plays into the game.
- Burger King pranking customers- you mean other than serving them Burger King food?
- My toddler versus my prized possessions- this pint-sized terrorist has a knack for destroying electronics and media in seconds, while you’re just trying to form the “nuh” in “no.” Then she manages to turn on the waterworks and make you feel guilty.
- Jack White- sexy, cheeky, mysterious, and tall. Considering all that and the hair, I’d marry him like, right this second.



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Does anyone else wanna smack someone when they see that? If you’ve borne a child at any point in your life, it should be illegal to call you a slacker, ever. But lots of mommies still love their vices, as evidenced by this cute kids’ tee.
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NYT via Lifehacker- decent wines under $10!
Casa Cadaval Portugal Ribatejano , $8.99, ***
Domaine de l’Ameillaud France , $9, ** ½
Viña Gormaz Spain Ribera del Duero , $9, **
Georges Duboeuf France , $9, **
Altas Cumbres Argentina Mendoza , $9, **
Wyatt California Cabernet Sauvignon 2005 , $10, **
J. Vidal-Fleury France , $10, **
Domaine Monte de Luz , $7, **
Ravenswood California Vintner’s Blend , $10, **
Paringa , $9, * ½
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you know you need one. I can’t talk, I order in like, three meals a day.

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I like coffee weirdly. Well, many people like iced coffee. I’ll drink it iced but I don’t care much as long as it’s not hot. I like espresso-strength coffee. I don’t like supermarkety stuff like Folger’s because it’s Vietnamese coffee and too acidic and watery and stupid tasting. I like enough of it that it takes a while to drink.
I would generally get a “ghetto latte” from Starbucks or a Dunkin’ Donuts latte if I was lazy. But it was a pain to get and I really wanted the power to have coffee without leaving my house. My excellent boss Jennifer gave me an amazing FrancisFrancis in super-cool orange but I am superstitious about setting it up til I move.
Anyway, I found this awesome stuff (N.O. Brew) whilst surfing Amazon. I ordered some after a week and a half of waffling and It. Is. Awesome. Perfect coffee. Cans of coffee have tons of thickeners and other weirdness in them- this is just perfect, perfect, perfect. Mixed with milk, it tastes fresh and real and perfect. And it lasts for like 3 weeks in the fridge.
But now I need the perfect thermos. >Sigh<

ETA: Ghetto Lattes on Wikipedia!
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I’m much more of a smoker than a drinker, but we all need like to get our drunk on sometimes. This sleek kit has everything you need to make drinks but the booze. OMG, hotel party!

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Wanna drink so much you need a fountain to decant it? If you’re not lucky enough to have Europeans to smuggle absinthe over for you, I imagine you can decant any drink from this gorgeous piece. It’s like, the gift that always fits!

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I am just getting my socialization on this weekend in a hardcore way. I:
- Celebrated my main gay’s 21st birthday;
- Met my Snopes friends and got sassed by an inattentive waiter (by proxy);
- And have a date at the Waldorf-Astoria tomorrow.
I sincerely hope to be back in one piece on Monday.

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It’s come to my attention that the bar of my youth, of drunken Seanchai gigs and late-night cider swilling, is closed or closing. I met my ex-husband there, and countless bad boy blow-ins from Belfast before that. The best bar in New York City, driven out by skyrocketing rents.
The good news is- and this is excellent news- it’s moving to Red Hook. Aw, yeah!
Still, raise a glass. It’s as good a reason as any. >cue sad montage music<




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Ha, ha. Now that song will be stuck in your head all day. Polynesian bars have always fascinated me- maybe because we were never rich enough to stay in the coveted Polynesian hotel at Disneyworld- we only went to the luaus. But in my dream backyard, in the shade by the hot tub is a tiki bar. And these ones are custom made and OMG the coolest ever. The main site also has decor, tiki glasses, and other accoutrements to get your drunk kitsch on.

These fancy-pants drink mixers come in pretty (not plastic- I’m looking at you, TGI Friday’s!) bottles and will make your booze binges seem that much more grown up. Apparently they’re already like super-popular in England and we all know that like, everything cool comes from there.

Baby: Jeez, mommy!
ExH: Don’t say “jeez”, baby. It’s like calling Jesus Steve if his name were Steve. Or Miss Stevie-poos.
Me: Yeah, it should be Miss Jeezy-poos.
Baby: >giggles<
ExH: Only say Jesus if you’re praying.
Me: Or just say “Jeezy Creezy.”
ExH: You’re going straight to hell.
For a born-and-raised and dyed in the wool Catholic, a little bit of blasphemous humor (amongst other Catholics only) is always appreciated. I giggled excitedly when I found this good book here. Because you don’t have to go to church to get to know your God.

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It’s the gift that always fits. God forbid you get stranded more than twenty minutes from a bar, this well equipped set has everything one needs to get their drunk on. I love the girl scout style collapsy-cups. And a stirrer, a corkscrew, and tongs! Because even in the wilderness, you ain’t gonna be drinking warm tequila.

The heat always gets to me. If I even think about descending the steps to the Broadway-Lafayette F stop, my clothes start sticking to me. New York is a heavy drinking city, and for a reason. It’s fucking hot out here. Impress your friends and get them drunk comfortably with these shotglass ice molds. Plan ahead and make dozens, as I can’t see four being sufficient for any kinda party.
Via Mighty Goods

I’m not even going to dig deeper and drag out a “Communist Par-tay” joke, but I love the retro feel of this steel flask. Seems like a good gift for a boyfriend, but I’d stash this in my purse any day of the week. Maybe every day of the week.

It sucks not having an ice cube maker. I was pampered growing up with constantly available ice, but have yet to snag a cube since I got married and divorced and was relegated to those horrible ghetto trays. I have to grudgingly admit to adoring these blingy cube makers, though- makes using homemade ice a little better. I suppose.
I drink a 5-shot espresso every morning. I really do. And I must endure the stale jokes like, “enjoy your flight!” by the pansy asses ordering a Chaiachino or some shit. I am intrigued by this nifty gadget that seems to magically produce four shots of espresso at once. Because, who are they to judge? Makes you wonder, though, if you’ll just be directly injecting it anytime soon…

It’s so easy to amass lots of useless kitchen gadgetry. You picture yourself dehydrating yams and never wasting money on buying lunch again, and then it’s just another thing you don’t dust. It sits there reflecting your laziness and kitchen failures at you until you unload it at a garage sale or pawn it off on a friend.
If you’re a lush, however, I could see this handy piece of barware in heavy rotation. Have you ever seen a cooler self destruction helper? For reals.
Rocket Cocktail Shaker (UK site.)