things that remind me of you

I constantly think of my friends that aren't here with me all the time. Don't worry guys, Whiz is taking great care of me. But sometimes I see, smell, or hear things that remind me of you crazy kids... and here they are. 5 things that remind me of my closest ones...
J:
The smell of the beach.
When I dance like I don't care who's watching.
Cold weather. Realllly cold weather.
Spank Rock and Mickey Avalon.
German Shepards.

Paigey:
Diet Coke
Pickles, Olives and Bloody Marys
Turbonegro, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Alicia Keys... sorry.
Stars.
the 195

Whiz:
Our shows... Weeds, The Office, and Golden Girls
David Bowie
Spicy Food
Yoga
Vintage collectables

Ry:
The Misfits
Wakeboarding
Parliament Lights
Skulls and Weapons :)
The Standard and The Raleigh ... and Castle Beach Club

Jake:
the teenagers
black. period.
cool cameras.
joy division.
jack black.

Tiff:
Awesome weaves.
Obi's house.
Purdy.
My bed aka your couch
Bagels and Katy Perry. - Random I know.

FIGO + Tommie Sunshine

FIGO is my best friend's band from NY that is made up of some very talented guys that throw down a very unique industrial electro sound mixed with some angry rock n roll to create a dark sound that somehow still makes you want to dance to it, scream along with the words, and blast it in your car when you just caught your girlfriend cheating on you.
And so, Tommie Sunshine seemed to agree with my opinion that these guys have created some some seriously hot tracks, so he decided to remix "Plaza," which turned out KILLER! Here is the music video that was made by a fan to the remixed song. It's funny how perfectly the video goes with the song, and actually captures what I always have imagined to be going through the FIGO guys' minds during a show! Ha! Check it out.


FIGO - Plaza - Tommie Sunshine Mix Official Video from Nicholas Gallucci on Vimeo.

It's Been...

Over a month since I've been home from New York.
Looking back at the posts I made while I was waiting to go, then when I was there, I really can't believe how many life-changing moments I've been through since June.
Been doing some thinking about what moves to make after I graduate this May. New York was tough, but I'm thinking I want to go back. At least if I can find a good job, I will. I have recently been doing the job-hunt once again, since my internship at the ad agency ends next week. I know what I want to do, I just need to graduate already! Don't worry when I'm highly successful and happy as ever one day, I'll still remember the little people.
Goal #1 for this next year would be saving money. Cause FUCK! I cannot wait to get out of the house, and wherever it is I choose to go, as I have quickly learned in NY, money flies away. It's harder to save money than it is to make money, but WOW sometimes money's hard to make alone!

On another note, my iTunes library has reached a respectable 1,050+ songs as opposed to last week when I decided to start from scratch after the *CASE OF THE STOLEN MACBOOK.* It may not be 10,000 (eff you Jake) but it's a start. I need suggestions, NOW! I'm determined to get back everything I had and MORE.

Also, last week Whiz and I went to the coconut grove public library and got library cards and a bunch of silly reading material! The little things that make me happy are what makes my cuddle wagon friends call me the random one, I guess. Oh whatever, you love it.

This Saturday a truly exceptional band from Delray Beach is going to be playing the Titanic in Miami, down by UM. If you're a close friend, you know this is a night I've been looking forward to for a while now, meaning you will be there with me, and if you're in the other catagory of random friends, I'm going to be working on a flyer to promote the show a bit, which will be coming sometime in the next few days. But for now, check out NRWO.net or Nothing Rhymes With Orange myspace. Killer band! It should be fun.

Back to work. Not much "work," though considering my lovely boss is out of the office today.

Laters.

Dear Paige Elizabeth Padon, aka Lilly, aka, Pagina:

You just used me on the phone for 21 minutes while you waited for some delinquents (aka Figo) to meet you at the bar, in an effort to make you look less than dumb standing alone, most probably looking like a "working girl."

I will not tolerate this behavior anymore. And for your punishment, I would like you to call me at 8am when your class is starting telling me how shitty you feel, while I am already awake, caffeinated, and doing something productive, but without the hangover and the urge to kill myself, which I'm sure you will tell me you do.

And you now owe me 20 minutes of my life back. I don't even recall one thing we talked about in those 20 minutes. Except for you making fun of a handicapped female, which will send you straight to hell, in which there will be overly expensive drinks of Jack Daniels and Coca-Cola, which will only be served in too-strong shots. Contrary to what you are counting on, there will NOT be an open bar and lots of hot "bad boys."

Also, before I conclude, I would like to point out how you think it's funny that I am on anti-biotics and cannot drink or partake in anything besides going to work and coming straight home. And how you think my night just got "a little bit better!!" because of a Saved By The Bell marathon. I mention these things because there is nothing in the world that would make me happier than to slam back an absurd amount of Pabst Blue Ribbon while refusing to eat the hotdogs and tater tots they serve in the Trash Bar. Then, return home to lovely Greenpoint, in whichcase I would run my drunk ass upstairs, grab my skateboard, and ride it approximately 20 feet across the street to play some exhilarating rounds of skee ball, whilst refusing once more, free hotdogs.

Sidenote: Jessie Spano and Lisa Turtle have inspired my next outfit.

Nonetheless, I will remain here in this bed, loathing you and and the rest of my stupid friends in New York, until I eventually cry myself to sleep wondering why I came home in the first place, and then I will remember that some fucking retard stole my Macbook, and then I will be satisfied to know there is a burglar on the prowl in your area that is probably stealing your most prized posessions: Your Macbook, your vibrator, and Crimson. Yes-- I dragged the pussy into this. Twice.

Hope you puke from drinking for the first time tonight, and that Ryan laughs at you while it gets in your hair.

Your loving, PRETTY sidekick,
Alexi

ps. HAUUUUY

PAGINA: DAY AND NIGHT

Everyone knows the Pagina by night... the well-dressed, chi'ed-hair, the flawless makeup, the heels, the boobs (mechanical advantage 6 and count nauticals von poop tooth).... Like this:






But here is PAGINA EXPOSED!!!!! After all the glamour from the night before and all that it entails... this is the reason why my I love my Pagina!!!!!
Video chatting with a happy hungover Pagina and her pizza


She lives on coke....:

And she's really a BrainEater mwahahahah:


And lastly..... She's gonna kill me....



There you have it. It's not all glitz and glamour for this Brooklynite.... She does wake up hungover just like you and I ... and she puts one boob into her bra at a time... just like you and I.

-a

Ahhh what the heck. . .

So good news I finally dragged my lazy shockingly big ass for a white girl to the apple store last week and fixed my computer! Go me. As I remembered how much I love my computer I found a few new pictures that I had taken randomly in New York. So for the sake of being random here we go.

Alexi and I must have taken a wrong turn on our way to a sex store because we somehow ended up in Barnes&Noble. At first we were extremely uncomfortable. . .I mean do we have to read, what section should we pretend to hang out in? And that's when we found the book we have both been waiting for. . .




This book is a QUICK read if you know what I mean. And I think you do.

The subways in New York never fail to gross to me out . . .I mean amaze me. Besides the occasional dick being pulled out in front of you, or the fat mexican construction worker using a packed train as an excuse to rub his burrito on your back, or the disgusting gathering of the human race in general, there are a few great things about it. For instance, apparently if your name is tiffany you get a seat with your name on it.



New York City Subways making dreams come true 24/7.

And last but certaintly not least. I have discovered the new summer fashion trend. Get your pens out Cosmo and GQ. Prepare yourselves for the CALF BRACELET. Oh yes!!! It's true.. . fuck your wrists its all about your calves this season.



Don't be a douche bag people or I'll catch you. No really I will. . .I'm becoming freakishly sneaky with my iphone camera. Its a little creepy but what the heck.

Best Venues in NY

Here's a quick list of the places that I loved the MOST in NY!

1. The Slaughtered Lamb

2. The Trash Bar Basement!

3. Double Down... where a mechanic pony fell in love with Pagina...


4. Lost and Found because it was a. across the street from my home and b. the skee ball is competitive c. you can find this stoner drinking $3 stellas that comes with a free hotdog!

5. Rooftop in Greenpoint Brooklyn... where everything from swimming laps in a blow up pool to robbery on National Holidays goes down:

Things I Miss About New York

1. Getting violated by my roomates:

2. Stealing my roomies' clothes:

3. Cheap PBR... or PBR in general:

4. Slip N Sliding using hipster sweat as lubricant!


5. Alcohol-induced cuddles:

6. Sketchy Greenpoint, BK, where my OBGYN puts posters of himself in a bowtie to entice the ladies to let him... ew... gross.


7.My family....

8. My Chef-Boy-R-Jew!:

9. My friends loving me even when I look like this:


10. Since I am the slowest walker of the group... Not seeing this everyday....


To quote my favorite band, LCD Soundsystem... "New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...."

Alright, Alright....

So just a quick apology to the loyal BFB fans that probably noticed the break I've taken from writing on this lovely blog. After July 4th, life got wayyy crazy. To recap, Saturday was spent mourning the loss of my Macbook, Sunday was spent getting wasted at the McCarren Park Pool Party, then a fucking crazy night of bar hopping to 6 different venues with Pagina...
Monday we woke up twitching and gasping for breath... but still managed to go to the city to chose random places to sit. Ex. Washington Square Park, Grey Dog, The Slaughtered Lamb... Where eventually the UG crew came to drink and entertain.

Tuesday to Thursday was all a blur.. All I basically remember is not knowing if leaving New York was going to be the right decision or not. I was so hesitant, but after everything that happened and the crazy week I lived, I decided it was enough. I got on a plane Thursday morning, and as it took off, I had tears in my eyes, as my whole experience in NY flashed before me in a few seconds.

Getting back home to Miami was anything but easy. I didn't want to talk, explain, catch up, or anything. All I wanted to do was go to bed... and I passed until well into Friday afternoon, completely disoriented, wondering why I was waking up in silent darkness, as opposed to hearing a fridge door slamming, a monstrous burp from a roomie (yes it has happened), or someone sitting on my sleepy body.

I had the weirdest feeling EVER waking up my first day in Miami. I felt oddly alone for the first time in a while, considering I really never had any time to feel lonely in NY because my "family" was always around. All I've really been doing since I've been home is hangin with my buddies that love here in Miami, and trying not to regret any decisions about coming home, or going in the first place. I had the time of my life with the best friends I could ask for. Just like I tell people that ask me how everything went in NY... The best times were the greatest of my life, and the worst times were something I'd never want to feel again. Fuckin New York.... I'm not through with you.....

Serious Post.

I need to reiterate how much I love my life right now. Haven't been this happy in... ever? After a day of basically skating and sitting on trains trying to get around to different events to do some distro jobs, and let me tell you, it was hectic... DON'T CARE. This is the place for me right now. Woah. Deep.


That is all....

St. Marks Ink Fest

What else do six friends do on a Friday. . .get tattooed DUH! My good friends have been working in an office on St. Marks for years and their office is right across the street from a tattoo parlor. They are moving to a new office this Monday so we all decided to get tattooed before the big move.
First up Mr. Ryan (Hungover) Jones:


Next Brian "Dad":


My turn!!!!


Then Alex. . .this is the longest I have ever seen him remain silent.


Alexiiiiiiiiiiii


There is no better way to get tattooed then with all your best friends!! Friends who get tattooed together stay together. More to come I'm sure. We have already picked out our next 5 tattoos. Love you guys.

Yesterday.

Yesterday was easily one of the coolest days ever.

Six of my friends got inked up yesterday (pics to come) then we proceeded to drink from the early afternoon, catch the Cold War Kids show at Prospect Park, and bring SoFla party skills over to Coco66 next door for the new Default Fridays, a party started by my slutty roomie Pagina.

Here are some pics from Mr. Photog (Irvin) from going.com! He's amazing!




Ha!



More to come... we killed it yesterday. Once again, my friends are better than yours.

Loose Change 911

This is a documentary on a 9-11 conspiracy. It's the best one I've seen. I'm sorta into it because I feel like every major event deserves questioning. As my fortune cookie says, "Ignorance and naivety are just excuses for laziness." It also has the translation for goat.. but that's besides the point.

If you haven't seen this, when you get an hour to spare, this is something everyone must see. Just to be fair, I'm posting a video that argues the other side. I am not going to state my opinion because the whole point of the documentary, as you hear the narrator say multiple times, is to make your own judgements based on scientifically proven facts.

Please. Watch this.


And to be fair here is a debate between the writers of Loose Change and some people from Popular Mechanics
Part 1:

Part 2:


You be the judge.

Things I Will Miss About Miami

Here is a list of things I will miss about Miami, as I am leaving tomorrow for Colorado, then New York for over 2 months:

The View from "the bridge," = 195


3rd street beach


My Frankie


Studio A


wake-everything-ing


Bj's perfect nipple:


cheap smokes:


Driving:


A queen size bed:


A spacious bathroom:


And my homies.. you know who you are.