Where Is My Mind
Posted by: Liz | From: June 23, 2006
No seriously, I think it's melted away in the summer heat. I can't concentrate on anything other than baking or hot dog competitions right now. I am also working on a secret art project with Abby, J, and Krista related to said competitions. I'll reveal all that later on, but for now you can get excited. No really, go right ahead, I'll wait.
We should all stop a minute and give a moment's silence for the death of Not Too Shabby, one of my favorite blogs, blogged by one of my favorite people. Unfortunately, real life steps in the way of your creative endeavours sometimes and you are forced to give up, however reluctantly, things you love. It's a good thing for us that Abby also loves to cook and be a hot roller chick, so that we can still enjoy her online. I mean, Abby's pretty fabulous in person, but I love having a dose of my friends accessible to me during the day. It's like a mini-party whenever you want! Plus, who doesn't like herb biscuits and hot roller chicks and their carnage? No one. (Get better soon, Nora!)
I've been home a lot recently, due to all the office construction and summer hours and all. It hasn't really been like the vacation I would have imagined for myself. I've spent a lot of time with the cats. Who are way too busy with their own routines during the day to pay me much mind.
Max takes a meeting.
Pinky closes a lucrative deal.
I've also eaten approximately 7,052 popsicles. DON'T YOU WANT MY LIFE? If you didn't already, this last story will surely be the turning point. On my way home from work, as I was about a block away from home, I came upon a person lying on the sidewalk. This being New York, that isn't so unusual. But he was kinda young and it was in a residential neighborhood, right outside a house. I kept walking past, as people do in New York. But then I got that horrible "This is some sort of Dateline Special Report hidden camera thing" feeling (otherwise known as a "conscience" in non-television terms). I called J, explained the situation and had the following conversation as I reached home:
Liz: Should I call the police? Man, why am I always calling the police here!
J: Mmm, I don't know. It's hard to tell if it's an emergency or a 311 situation.
Liz: Yeah, I know.
J: Did you try poking him with a stick?
Liz: No, I thought I wouldn't try that so much.
J: Maybe you should just poke him with a stick.
Liz: Yeeeah, I don't think that's going to happen.
J: Are you sure? This might be your only chance to genuinely poke someone with a stick.
Liz: There were some guys standing down the street. Maybe I'll see if they know him.
J: Maybe he's just playing around.
Liz: Yeah, but he was all in the sun and there were flies around his head.
J: FLIES? You should call the police.
But I decided to go back and check before I did that, and he was no longer there. Oh well, I guess EVERY Friday night can't start with a dead body.
There are so, so, so many people lying on the street in the few blocks around where I live. All types of people too! Sometimes, you'll just see some typical looking teenager just lying on the street.
Oh, that's probably the drunkeness, isn't it?
Posted by: Real Girl at June 23, 2006 05:14 PM
Your - poke him with a stick story and the pictures of your cats closing important deals made me laugh out loud at my temp job. Now everyone here thinks I'm weird. Thanks Liz!
Posted by: krista at June 23, 2006 05:51 PM
liz, you may not remember, but maybe you do, that one day/night at columbia, we looked out the window onto broadway and into that little kind of benchy area in the middle of the street and there was a sleeping bag sort of all tightened up and just laying there, looking really like a body might be inside, and we all just stood looking out the window, drunk, wondering if there was a Dead Body in the sleeping bag across the street. no flies, so we didn't call the cops. it was gone the next day! i took a picture.
Posted by: erica at June 23, 2006 06:51 PM
I laughed so hard when I read this. B. had to ask what the hell I was reading because I was giggling so violently. But just the thought of J. saying you should poke him with a stick cracked me up!
Posted by: Sweet Lucy at June 23, 2006 10:18 PM
I can't believe you passed up your only chance to "genuinely" poke someone with a stick.
Also: aww.
Posted by: abby at June 24, 2006 11:08 AM
He wasn't there when you went back? Yeah, that's totally a Dateline hidden camera thing. You are so busted!
Posted by: Mega Munch at June 24, 2006 08:17 PM
I'm sorry that this has nothing to do with this entry, but I remember you liked Tyra and her model show.
http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/2006/05/this-is-pretty.html
That blog is great for unflattering photos of celebrities (particularly Britney and Nicole Ritchie).
Posted by: Mega Munch at June 25, 2006 09:53 PM
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That's a funny story! The flies around the head thing would have made me really wonder too...
Posted by: Ashley at June 23, 2006 03:48 PM