Saturday, April 30, 2005
Now I'm too cheap to actually give the winner a real prize...but I'll be sure to give you credit and promotion here on Adam's Deep Blog.
So here's some examples of crazy drinks with even crazier names...
Ingredients: 2.0 part Banana
4.0 scoops Ice Cream
4.0 oz. Milk
2.0 oz. Vodka
Directions: Mix all ingredients with a lot of ice and blend in a blender. Add vodka to taste.
Or perhaps, Here's my own invention... it is inspired by a man we all know and hate/love, taking his favorite things and fusing them. I humbly submit,
The Casey (my ex-boyfriend)
1-2 shots Maker's Mark
1 can Diet Coke
1 Parliament Light cigarette
Directions: Mix shot(s) of Maker's Mark in a glass of Diet Coke with ice. Serve garnished with a Parliament cigarette next to the glass. Smoke and drink in alternating puffs and sips. Complain about Adam, Enjoy.
Or here's a subtle variation based on a certain old Greek woman..
1-2 shot(s) Greek Ouzo (aniseed liquor)
1 can Diet Coke
1 Virginia Slim cigarette
Directions: Mix shot(s) of Ouzo in a glass of Diet Coke. Serve garnished with a Virginia Slim cigarette next to the glass. Smoke and drink in alternating puffs and sips. Complain about Adam, Raven, Sophia, Gayvid, Soho, etc. Enjoy.
NOW... the other rule is this has to be something you test in your kitchens first. I don't want any dumb shit now... it can be gross, but it has to be realistically drinkable (ie, no car antifreeze, rat poison, DC tap water...)
Send me your recipes and get famous! Who knows.. maybe one day your recipe will be ordered in bars across the world~
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Look out you rock 'n' rollers
Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older
Time may change me
But I can't change time
Well since my last post, things are still going well. Tonight I had a date with that guy Jim, the one I met at Cobalt Saturday last. It went very well and I got to learn more about him over drinks and dinner at The Brickskellar Inn. I really like the Brickskellar and it's been ages since I went there. It's claim to faim is it has the widest selection of beers in the world. Now, I don't know if that's necessarily true, but I wouldn't be surprised if they had the largest selection in the United States. I mean, they have literally hundreds of beers from around the world, and it has a cozy little atmosphere that reminds me of intimate little establishments in The Netherlands and France.
Anyway, like I said, the date went well and we have plans to meet up again this weekend. He's very mature and intelligent, so we'll see what happens.
Not much else is new, just waiting to see what's happening on the job front.
My Myspace profile URL has also changed. It is now http://www.myspace.com/dcadam. Change your web bookmarks accordingly, because I know SO many people are interested. Stop laughing.
And on other news check out this link to one of my favorite new bands, The Postal Service. I fell in love with them last autumn when the song "Such Great Heights" came out. They're a pretty great band, they have the very "emo" 80's sound I can't quite describe. Another good band to check out is Rilo Kiley. More rock-based, I absolutely love the female lead singer's voice. Even if the mainstream doesn't pick up on them (I guess their too busy talking about how Ashley fuckin Simpson is a great singer, or Britney's baby or something) I expect great things from this band in the future. God what's wrong with this country, so much good music, but too many people are listening to whatever pop drivel is being forced down their throats. I would say Eurpean youth have more taste, but these are the same people who think Anaesthesia...er I mean Anastacia is a diva. To me she sounds like Donal Duck had a sex-change and sang karoake.
Enough ranting. Goodnight.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Anyway the week went by ok, except by midweek I got this nasty little infection or something in my sinus and lungs, so I tried cutting back on smoking which is such a pain in the ass. I know smoking is going to be the death of me, but damnit I like smoking. I have no intentions of quiting anytime soon. All my friends are smokers, so at least we'll all die together from it.
Friday I went first to see the new Amityville Horror movie with Margo, Ken, Fred, Stephanie (the Haitian girl), and some new guy she hooked up with Dominic. Notice I didn't even put a link to the movie site, I refuse to help them out in anyway. What a stupid fucking movie. It had maybe 5 seconds on real terror in it... the rest was just laughable. HOWEVER, that having been said, Ryan Reynolds at least made it interesting to watch.
My summary of the movie... The ghosts tell Ryan Reynolds to kill his family, but first he has to run around shirtless for an hour. The shirtless part was fine by me... it was the "horror" I went for and didn't see. Why can't there just be a "Ryan Reynolds Naked" movie. Just 2 hours of him looking hot. No plot, no dialog, just hot and sweaty Ryan Reynolds. Now THAT"S worth price of admission!
Maybe the Amityville spirits can tell him "Go sleep with Adam..."
Sigh. Moving along. And now for Adam's Horror Movies These Days Rant
It seems horror fils coming out in the last couple of years suck ass. They aren't scary. Why? Read on..
When the Blair Witch Project came out, it sparked a bunch of reality-style horror movies that just lacked the luster of the original concept. Now after The Ring came out a few years ago, it seems all the horror movies are following suit, this new Amittyville flick included. I'm sorry, but when I saw The Ring I admired it's pschologial horroe aspect, but when that stupid little girl came crawling out of the well, it wasn't scary, it was laughable. Now all the horror movies have supposedly looking "scary" ghosts and such that all resemble Samara from The Ring moving about real fast of creeping up behind you or coming out a TV set... it's not scary. It's hokey.
We need to get back to the psychological horrow of the classic horror movies... sometimes it's best when you don't see the monster. Sometimes it's best when you're left to use your imagination. Of course most people these days don't have attention spans to begin with.
Well Saturday Ken and I went back to Margo's where she was making Bailey's ice cream in her ice cream maker with real Bailey's. Fabulous idea! After a few drinks we headed to Austin Grill in Old Town Alexandria for dinner and more drinks. It was a cool place and very filling portions, I'd been craving spicy Mexican food for some reason. After dinner we decided to check out The Black Cat. It was really cold last night by the way. Anyway the club was ok, there was some punk show going on upstairs which we missed, and I ran into Sophia briefly in the red room. Actually I hear my ex goes there a lot, but thankfully I didn't run into him. So Ken downed some White Russians (which turn my stomach) and I got to scope out all the hot punk/indie rocker boys before going for coffee at Soho to finish up the evening. The drama is STILL continuing between Ken and Bob which I had a long discussion with about. And today I've done nothing but putz around (since I didn't get home until 5 this morning) and because it's cold and wet outside I've been acting like a bear cub in hibernation. It's going to a busy week full of surprises (dates, job interviews, parties) so I've gotten my beauty sleep in advance!
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Most people think you're snobby, but it's really just that
you're better than everyone else. At least you're more loyal to the real
language, the fine arts, and the fine wines than anyone else. You aren't
worth beans in a fight, unless you're really short, but you're so good at other
things that it usually doesn't matter. Some of your finest works were
intended to be short-term projects.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
You're Rhode Island!
You are a contradiction in terms and most people like making jokes about
this. If people heard that your inspiration was historically Greek, they simply wouldn't
believe you. You are extremely tiny and indeed, your whole world view is simply small.
You're a tremendous fan of Stephen King novels, yet still somehow maintain faith in a
higher power. You're still working hard to convince everyone that your schools have
nothing against the Board of Education.
Take the State Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Your Inner European is French!
Smart and sophisticated.
You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.
Your Japanese Name Is...
You Will Die at Age 58
Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle
Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.
You Are Fruitcake Soda
You're gonna get tossed like a drunk midget
Enough with the quizzes... anyway as an update, I have officially joined the rest of the modern world and got a Motorola camera phone yesterday, thanks to our friends at T-Mobile. It's about damn time I got one. My old phone was very much "in"... about four years ago when it first came out! It's just that I could never justify to myself buying a new expensive phone when my old one worked just fine. I'm like that with a lot of things, which is what separates me from a lot of the disposable culture victims (especially gay men).
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
But I should note, since I know the right people read this blog, that my weekend was 99% perfect... there was ONE little issue that could've made it perfect.
Of course, I refused to let this one person's absence put a dent on my good mood or great time. But in the aftermath of the weekend, I feel this has got to be discussed.
I hate childishness in people, I try to only surroung myself with self-sufficient and mature goal-oriented adults. So when I was dating a 15 year old essentially trapped in a 25 year old body, who had very little sense of personal goals or responsibility, it shouldv'e been a red flag...ok this is already taking on the wrong tone. People wonder why I'm picky about people I get involved with, this is why. I typically date older men because I'm sick of meeting guys who are in their twenties who don't bother to move out of mommy's house, find a real job, and pursue some real life goals. Sure there ARE some self-sufficent adults in my age range, but they're usually taken. Small wonder why.
Well, it's true I'm the one who broke it off with a certain boy (I say boy instead of young man for a reason) but regardless I thought we were still going to be friends.
Then he calls me and informs me that despite months of knowing about my birthday and thinking about visiting, he wouldn't be able to come. A week beforehand, mind you. His car wouldn't work... so alright, be a big kid and get on a bus or train or plane. I'm sure someone can hold your hand and make sure you find your seat too.
Well, this person said he didn't have the money...but he somehow planned on going to Kings Dominion for Laura's birthday? And this doesn't cost just as much money??!!!
Ok, so that was a week before my birthday. As the week approached we talked again...
(incidently, the Kings Dominion trip didn't pan out either) and he had the FUCKING NERVE to say:
A) He didn't think he should come because of the situation and it would be awkward for him, given everything and being around my friends.
-Ok, this is a less-lame excuse. But then he said...
B) He had a gift for me, and I should come to Richmond to pick it up.
ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHARGHHHHDHU ufr pi irue vuas h heuh ^^$%(@)(!!!!!!!
That's how I felt as I calmy hung up... and threw the phone against the wall.
*Maybe he could've spent the present money on a ticket to DC instead, since his presence would have been more appreciated than any gift.
*Maybe he should've planned a little better financially.. for someone who had no money to visit me, it certainly seemed you were out spending money that weekend anyway. I do read you blog darling from time to time still...
*Maybe he should realize that if he wants to be counted among my friends, he has to be there when it's important. I've always been there for him in the past when it was important. Friendship is a two-way street.
I could almost say I hate him over all this. It's not just me being a selfish prima donna, this was ONE FUCKING TIME in the entire time I've known the boy he could've made the initiative to come visit me instead of being a passive little child and expecting me to be the adult and always visit him.
And aforementioned boy-man, if you're reading this... Take my birthday gift and shove it up your ass. If you think I am EVER coming to Richmond to visit you, you're dead wrong. If you think you wanna be my friend, you know how to get to DC. Rent a car, take a plane, take a train, take a bus, hitchhike, but for fucks sake GROW UP and take the initiative for once. If you don't reciprocate the visits, I don't see any reason why I should continue coming down there either. I'm throwing the ball in your court. Your move.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Well let's see. I have a potential job interview this week for a high-paying new job (I won't discuss it at any lenght yet so as not to jinx it), and I've had one of the best birthdays yet this weekend, thanks to all of my friends who helped make it special. (seriously, I know I don't get sappy very often, but you guys are great).
Friday since I planned on being very busy on Saturday (the 16th) which was my actual birthday, my parents took me out to dinner and we did the whole gift/cake thing. From my brothers I got some cool apartment stuff that I could use, and from my parents a new digital camera! This camera is the shit, it takes excellent pictures and movies, and it's smaller than my palm. I've been using it like crazy, pictures forthcoming...
Saturday, after getting my gift from Kurt (it seems we're trying to resolve our differences) I met my friends at Lauriol Plaza in Adams Morgan for dinner. Since it's one of the most popular restaurants in the city, it took an hour for our whole party to be seated, which was fine because we just hit up the bar. We got outdoor patio seating, which was fabulous because it was a beautiful evening, and the food was superb. I had this really good Spanish seafood dish, and a nice glass or two of sangria with it. We did the gift thing, and I was almost teary-eyed. Margo & Fred got me this awesome Cuisinart coffee/espresso maker/grinder in one, it's fabulous. Bob actually painted me a painting... he put a lot of effort into it and it's going to look really cool on my wall. Ken gave me a handmade leather journal, he even did his own little etching with a personalized message. The beautiful Stephanie, fabulous Haitian princess that she is, also was there for my dinner.
After dinner, we went to Raven's apartment in Dupont for a joint birthday party for the two us us (earlier that week we celebrated her actual b-day on Wednesday at Cafe Japone's kitschy little futuristic bar). Chris showed up with a bottle of wine for me (you know, I got like a million wine bottles this weekend.. are people trying to tell me something?) Ben was there, Kevin was there, and a bunch of other people I don't even remember. The drinking continued of course, well until around midnight when it was time to hit up the club. We went to Cobalt and I got pretty hammered and danced until the club shut down and we had to leave. I "met" (ok, I was dancing and sucking face with apparently) this very attractive guy... I don't really remember too much but my friends told me he was cute and they approved SO he's been calling me and trying to meet up for drinks and I probably will meet him at some point this week.
I got into bed around 7 a.m and trying not to puke, so when Jonathan called me at noon to remind me I was supposed to meet him and his boyfriend for Sunday brunch at Freddy's it was all I could do to roll out of bed and hurry my ass down there. I'm sure I looked like death warmed over as I drank coffee trying to recover. It was good to see Jonathan and Gordon, even if the food was shitty and the service was absolutely abysmal (never eat there!) After wards I went to Dupont Circle to sun myself and have coffee with people.
Monday I had coffee in the evening with Ted, Sophia, and Ken & Margo showed up and we ended up hanging out late as usual. I've been so tired from these past few days I need to de-tox and hibernate for a little while
And that's what's been new with me...
You are LaFawnduh. Why are you so sweaty?
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Let's see... I'm going to try and speedily sum up the past few weeks, or at least as much as I can remember...
Easter came and went. Getting more and more frustrated with the drama involving Kurt & Bob, April Fools Day went to Guerilla Queer Bar at McFadden's on 24th St. in Foggy Bottom with Ken, Margo, and Fred and a bunch of other people, saw some cool people, finally ran into Ed again, met this fabulous midget named Marinella at the bar and had a drink with her and brought her to my circle of friends. Margo lost her ID and credit card and never did find it. It rained like cats & dogs, went to drag queen bingo at Club Chaos, had dinner in Adams Morgan, went hiking in Great Falls National Park, had dinner at Hamburger Mary's in Logan Circle on 14th St., Ozzy is moving to Texas, heckled people in Dupont Circle with Gayvid and Jordan, Comedy Night at Soho... I'm sure there's a lot more, but that's all I can remember right now.
Me and Raven's birthday's are this week (Raven on Wed. the 13th, myself on Sat. 16th) and we're already planning a blowout weekend.
[There used to be more, but my conscious won't allow me to keep it up here, like I knew it would... damn internal guilt]
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I just want people to know I do love PJ, I do. But I am human, and I can only keep holding on for so long, I tried I really did. I wish I had never let it go on so long, maybe it wouldn't have felt so bad ending it. I liked all of PJ's friends and hope we can be friends, as I naturally hope me and PJ stay friends. I hope to visit Richmond again soon, and all are welcome to visit DC.
I need a drink. Maybe a few.