NEWLOVE

arne jacobsen’s egg chair costs about $6,000 in wool and $11,000 in leather. then there’s the ottoman.

got together with most of the family today. we were sleep deprived but not hung over, thank god.

you all know that i refuse to do shots. somehow, even in my drunkest moments when i can be convinced (or come up with on my own) of the strangest things, i still refuse to do shots. not the other night. casper has been the catalyst of many a drunk night and last night was no different. i was apparently dancing around a hot dog cart in the middle of town square in copenhagen at lord knows what time in the morning screaming out IN ENGLISH the joys of franske hotdogs. i wanted to know if anyone had ever tried them before and if people admitted negatively i then made it my personal mission to convince them that there was no time like the present. my poor cab driver. i apparently talked his ear off about the hotdogs the entire way home. on the other hand, maybe it benefited the hotdog vendor. i wonder if i can get a “marketing” percentage of his sales that night…

damien also did shots

cheers!

10 shots on a board for 100 DKK - we did a few boards…

pauline had school the next day so she saved damien and they left early - if only i was as lucky.

happy valentine’s day everyone

when i flew back from seeing my dad, i was on usair once again, although unfortunately it wasn’t non-stop.  each time the screens came down, it was to the phantom of the opera overture again.  so weird.  and every flight had the trippy stoner screen savers going until the security video played.  and although sometimes the seats were fabric and sometimes the seats were leather, none of them had the bendy headrests much to my dismay.

on my last leg, i sat in my window seat and was joined on the aisle by a young woman about my age.  she had 2 carry-ons and instead of stowing one in the overhead compartment, she put one under the seat in front of her and the other on the floor between us – like she owned the space, like she owned the entire friggin’ airplane.  i was sitting there getting irate because SHE WAS ON MY SIDE OF THE PLANE DAMNIT when i realized that the bag under the seat in front of her was not just any old bag.  it was actually a pet carrier – with a live dog!  i almost imploded.  the dog was cute enough but i’m super allergic and was wondering how to move seats when i noticed a peculiar smell.  the dog was farting!  that’s it!  i’ll bet my blood pressure was high enough that if i had clogged arteries, i too would have had a heart attack.

as we hadn’t yet taken off, i quickly texted brad with an update of my situation to get some advice or at least some moral support.  he texted back that i should go tit for tat with the dog and fart it unconscious in the hopes that it would stop farting if knocked out.  for once in my life i was not all full of gas!  is everyone against me, or what?!

luckily, the dog owner soon spied an empty row behind us and moved.  since she was now behind us, i was no longer down-wind of her dog.  my allergies, my nose and i thanked her.  i decided not to kill her.

after take-off, some random middle-aged man unfortunately then all of a sudden realized that his row was too full.  so as soon as the seat-belt signed was turned off, he moved and sat down next to me.  keep in mind that all 5 of the other seats in my row were empty but somehow he thought he’d get the most room or something by sitting next to me.  maybe he thought the feng shui was better in that seat, i don’t know.  i kept glaring at all the other empty seats in MY row and then glaring back at him, over and over.  but he didn’t get the point.  when i told brad the story, he asked if the man was hitting on me.  THAT i would actually understand – if it was some sort of creepy come-on.  but no, he didn’t even speak to me.  A LITTLE PERSONAL SPACE HERE PLEASE?!?!?!

it’s like when my dad was in the hospital, his best friend and he decided to watch the new LOST episode in the tv lounge on his floor.  the room was completely empty except for the 2 of them when a teenaged girl walked in and didn’t sit on any of the other half a dozen chairs available.  no.  she sat down RIGHT NEXT TO THEM on the couch.  shortly thereafter, she got on her cell phone and had an incredibly lengthy conversation with her boyfriend or someone she was trying to convince to be her boyfriend.

first of all, are people completely unaware of the fact that just because you’re on your cell phone does not mean you are all of a sudden on another frequency and that only the person on the other end of the phone can hear you.  there is not some sort of magic descrambling device built into the phone that blocks your voice as if we were watching the tv on mute.  WE CAN HEAR YOU you dumbass – and we are not in the least bit interested in your inane conversation.  why is it that the people with the least interesting things to say are the ones who always seem to talk the loudest?

secondly, when you walk into a room where people are obviously trying to listen to someone or something, why would you get on your cell phone?

and most importantly, if you are a teenage girl alone and you walk into a room with 2 men in their 60s, what possesses you to SIT RIGHT NEXT TO THEM when there are plenty of other seats available?!  i would never choose to sit next to someone if I could possibly sit somewhere with no one on either side, or even just one side of me – especially men …of any age.

my dad told me his new year’s resolution was to be a better person – to not procrastinate and not to get so stressed out about the little shit that everyone seems to do to intentionally piss him off.  the one thing he admits to still not being able to handle is all the other drivers on the road because they are just stupid stupid stupid and inconsiderate.  (ps – if you weren’t already aware, my dad is always right and better and smarter than everyone else.)

my number one short fuse certain to send me into a quick tailspin of silent swearing and furious (still silent) death threats is the baggage claim.  what?!  is everyone made out of fucking super magnets or something – their shins are stuck to the side of the metal carousel through sheer magnetic force?  is it completely beyond their control to not stand practically ON TOP OF the god damned conveyer belt deliberately blocking my line of site?!  their bag is nowhere even near on its way and I WAS THERE FIRST and i stand 5 feet away so that everyone can look for their bags simultaneously!  this is why they don’t let you travel with weapons.  it honestly has nothing to do with any sort of threat of terrorism.  it’s all about baggage claim rage.

we’ve only had netflix for about 2 weeks and 2 of the 3 dvd’s we’ve gotten so far has skipped. what’s up with that? is this common amongst netflixers?

good movie.  quite violent towards the end.  not recommended for squeamish viewers.