Bright colors in DC this summer:
Neon bulls/drink toppers from Ceiba - they match my highlighter, do they not?
Look on the Bright Side
Fist Bump
I would say a fist is one of the lesser photocopied body parts. But my coworker Amy chose to do just that:
Here is her goodbye gift to a fellow in our office who is partial to fist bumps as greetings. Even though Amy is moving to NYC this week, her knuckles will stay in D.C. for all eternity.
We'll take what we can get. Not only is Amy super creative, she's the one of the few people in the world who would go see the Joan Rivers documentary in the theatre with me. That's saying a lot.
Hyper realistic wax Joan Rivers mannequin on display at the theatre by the concession stand, borrowed from Madame Tussauds next door. Or perhaps it actually was Joan herself.
Won't Have to Grocery Shop Again This Week
I got another free sample yesterday. That's two Mondays in a row. If you want free, full-size samples of obscure foodstuffs, just hang around Chinatown/Gallery Place on Mondays after work. Who says this blog doesn't have useful information?
Webster's
I really want to coin a word or phrase, and if I can't make the OED, I am at least aiming for Urban Dictionary. So, drumroll please, here is a new term I made up that going to be so popular with the kids:
Main Entry: Whoa·M·G
Pronunciation: \whoa-ˈem-gee\
Function: exclamation
Etymology: IM speak, circa AOL
Date: 2010
1 a : Expression of shock, used when a simple "OMG" just won't get the job done.
ETA: Tori informs me that this is already in Urban Dictionary. Shoot! I swear I did not know, nor did I take the time to research this. Thanks for letting me know that my ideas are already in existence!
Give Me a House with a Turret, and I'm Set
On Repeat
A couple weeks ago, I listened to the same song from 7:30 a.m. to 12 p.m. There were a few interruptions, but that's a good four hours.
Excessive, I know. I've written about this before, but when I fall in love with a song, I can't just wait to hear it again. And when I'm at work, sometimes it's just easier to keep clicking play on Youtube for a song that I know I like. Plus, it's a longer song - 5:26. Totally justified.
I told my friends Emily and Andy about this.
Me: "Is that normal?"
Emily and Andy: "No."
Emily: "What is the play count for your most played song in iTunes?"
Me: "60 or so. What's yours?"
Emily: "Probably eight."
Me: "If I play a song 30 times, it won't even crack the 25 Most Played."
(This is what I was listening to for four hours, in case you were wondering. When I went to see them at Merriweather, the singer, Régine Chassagne, danced around with streamers during this song. So fitting.)
Excessive, I know. I've written about this before, but when I fall in love with a song, I can't just wait to hear it again. And when I'm at work, sometimes it's just easier to keep clicking play on Youtube for a song that I know I like. Plus, it's a longer song - 5:26. Totally justified.
I told my friends Emily and Andy about this.
Me: "Is that normal?"
Emily and Andy: "No."
Emily: "What is the play count for your most played song in iTunes?"
Me: "60 or so. What's yours?"
Emily: "Probably eight."
Me: "If I play a song 30 times, it won't even crack the 25 Most Played."
(This is what I was listening to for four hours, in case you were wondering. When I went to see them at Merriweather, the singer, Régine Chassagne, danced around with streamers during this song. So fitting.)
