What are we gonna do now?: April 2004

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

I haven't blogged in a long time fuckers!

So, what's new in the life of Meg Casablancas?

I still drink coffee at my desk, but I have stopped eating bagels at my desk. Now, I know that this blog came about because of my office angst towards the bagel v. latte race. Bagel always won. But bagels are not good for you everyday. First of all, the Everything bagel, my bagel of choice, was so appropriately named because it leaves a mess on everything on my desk. I try to clean my keyboard out weekly with that spray air stuff and without fail, I point that little guy in between the keys and out flies poppy seeds, sesame and onion, salt, what have you. Second, I usually get cream cheese on my finger, which in turn ends up on the keyboard. (Maybe I should call IT for a new keyboard.) Third, I am in the middle of having some extensive dental work done, and god only knows how those itty bitty mini seeds get caught in my teeth. Seeds are not good for teeth. And finally, carbs are the new enemy and since I am not Jennifer Aniston and have never ordered a scooped-out bagel in my life. Its easier to not order the bagel at all.

This morning I ate fruit, paid for by my starbucks gift card that I got for Adminstrative Professionals day. That was yummy, except freezing cold when it hit my tooth that I had filled last week. I called the dentist's office immediately following this pain to see if I could get some painkillers and they said that I could come in for another appointment tomorrow. I said, I will just see how it feels on Monday. I mean, crimeny, can't you just give me something over the phone? I already have to go get a root canal in the next few weeks and then you are going to put a post in my tooth and then crown it. That sounds so fancy, like my tooth is getting knighted or something, (Sir Meg's tooth) but in reality, for me, it is a fate worse than death. I hate going to the dentist. I hate the light that they shine in my face. I hate looking up people's noses and I hate that they are starring my mouth and putting shit in it. My biggest fear is that they are going to cut my tongue off. I hate when they talk to you and you can't talk back you just have to shake your head and that makes me even scared more because what if that little shake causes them to cut off my tongue, then what am I going to do. I like talking, I can't just not have a tongue. I also hate novocaine. I don't like not feeling my face. I chew my cheek off and that is so scary. I used to have the coolest dentist, he would listen to classic rock when he would work on my teeth. There is nothing better than walking up from wisdom teeth removal all drugged up to hear the Doors, break on through to the other side, literally. I might have thought I was Jim Morrison at that point I was so out of it. I kept laughing and they put me in a closet that they called the "recovery room." What the hell was that all about? My dad kept saying, so this is what it's like when you are drunk. I think I was just about to turn 21.

In other news, Liz is in Iowa, the land of Ashton Kutcher. However, from what I gather, Iowa is a fate worse than death. I have discovered (thank you IMDB) that other famous celebs from Iowa include Elijah Wood, Ron Livingston (Office Space) Johnny Carson, John Wayne, Lara Flynn Boyle, Julee Cruise (Twin Peaks Roadhouse singer), Laura Leighton (Sydney from Melrose Place), JEAN SEBERG, and T-Boz!

Liz, these people turned out great, you will too.

Saturday, is the long-awaited Rites of Spring party at Liz's. This party is also know as Sarah's Birthday party. Dresses are being created, decorations are on the way, bands are rehearsing. I am extremely excited for this weekend. Sunday brunch to celebrate the mammal on Erin's rooftop.

Oh, but how could I forget to mention that Thursday is French Kicks and Ambulance at the Black Cat.
Have you seen the pics of preppycuteguitarist from Ambulance?
Have you heard the new French Kicks song?

So that is what life is handing your dear Meg Casablancas for now. Check ya later.

Thursday, April 15, 2004

So this is why I am getting stupid.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Ew, gross.

Conversation I had on the elevator today:

Man: Are you going up?
(gets in elevator)
Can you hit 8?
(I hit 8 and notice that he is looking at me and look up.)
Man: How old are you? You look like you are 16.
Me: (I pause and as the elevator door opens I start to walk out) I'm a lot older than that.

Why are you A. hitting on me and B. why do I look like I am 16? Is it because my hair is in a ponytail today. Well, it's raining and my hair would look crazy if it wasn't and I don't want to look crazy. I am trying to look professional. Do I have to wear a business suit to look 24?

Back at my desk, Kelly starts talking about sex offenders and how her boyfriend, Mike, just sent her a link to all the sex offenders in Germantown. In cube world, this is what everyone will talk about for the next 15 minutes. Tara says that she knows one of the sex offenders because he lives on her street and apparantly in Germantown they put stickers on the mailboxes of these sex offenders. I don't think that you are allowed to do this because on the webpage it says that you can not harass these people. So, I start looking up NW DC to make sure my landlord or people on my block aren't sex offenders. I can't find anyone that I recognize. But it would be safe to say that there are a large number of sex offenders in Mt. Pleasant. If you have ever been to the 7-11 on the corner of my block you will know what I am talking about.

I decide to look up Takoma Park and see if any lived in my old apartment building. Cuz I did have those crazy Hatian crack dealers living next door for awhile, so anything goes. These crazy hatians had pix from penthouse taped up all over their apartment and once even hung it on the outside of their door. And they were always blasting the bass over there and I would just call the police, but Anna thought it was a good idea to go over to crazy Hatian crack apartment and tell them to turn it down. Then they knew it was us who had called the police and would kick on our door and threatened Anna one day while she was doing laundry. I mean before Liz moved out they would sit on the balcony and feed the birds and hit on any female walking by and invite them in for rice (the same rice they were throwing around for the birds.) I think this may be one of the reasons that Liz had to move out.

It took about 10 complaints before crack apt tenants were evicted.

I did not find any sex offenders living in Montgomery Gardens.

To continue my search I looked up Silver Spring and as I was scrolling down I came across a man that had temped in my department for a week. Not only did he temp, he was my temp and not only was he my temp, but Sarah had to sit in an office with this man for three days and stuff envelopes. I knew he was weird because he listened to a radio the side of a 2x4 post-it pad and he made personal phone calls. Sarah was my spy and would tell me that he was really slow and talked about headshots and being an actor. I went in there at one point to help them out because we had to stuff about 5,00 envelopes with 2 labels and 3 inserts. I forwarded my calls to the phone in the office and once when I picked it up they asked for Andre. This made me really pissed. I said that he was unable to come to the phone and hung up. Then I had to repremand my temp and tell him NO PERSONAL CALLS. I mean duh. I went through Adecco when I started here and they make sure to tell you no calls. And if you don't have a job that requires you to use the phone then definitely do not use it. This guy also had to be late everyday because for some reason he had to go to court every morning. Well, it turns out that he was a third degree sex offender, which means that he molested someone under age 15. This is disgusting and the fact that we had to work in a small room with him is gross and we all know that mammal looks young and is little and apparantly I look like I am 16.

Capturing the Friedmans screening in the cave tonite.

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Okay, you know you want to play:

♥Julian Casablancas and ♥Sara Kaplan

Likely to conceive 2.4 valuable kids.
Pretend to slow dance, except after meals, and after MacGyver.
Harbour intense love for each other.

♥Julian Casablancas and ♥Meg Casablancas

Trying to adopt a valuable girl.
Crazy about being able to actually see each other on Saturdays.
Have developed gills for extended kissing.

For y'all who I've been telling about the cuteguitarist from Ambulance:
(this is the same thing in wore in DC - preppybabyface!!!)

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Seder with the Cladlerbergs:

Last nite was the first nite of Passover and Seder with Sarah's family. I couldn't go to Seder at my aunt's house because they decided to spend the Jewish holidays in Italy.

Betty had adorned the table with little Passover props - hail, locusts, cattle, frogs, baby Moses made out of clay and paper. Afikomen cover that A.C. made in 1980 (while on mushrooms?). The cows had heads that kept falling off and when you wound them up, they actually looked diseased. They would fall down and their heads popped off. Erin Worley kept throwing little pieces of hail at Sarah and Betty. A.C. kept trying to takeover passover and speed his way through it so that he could watch the NCAA final game. Danny kept getting blamed for eating all the food and being the youngest child. Simone decided not to play Seder with us (she is only 4) and build a farm for the mad cows out of legos. Everytime she ran away David had to go retrieve her and when he would sit down they candlesticks on the table would sway. Liz started to get a little thinky at the table and I had to rub her shoulder. Bubbe was so cute and must have thought we all were crazy. 5 glasses of wine later Betty was singing Passover ditties at extremely high speeds and recalling a time when she was 10 and thought that Manashevits was grape juice and got drunk and then had to go up and sing these same songs at synagogue and won a silver dollar.

After dinner I made a skirt out of the taffata napkins that we used. These napkins were hilarious because if anything fell on your lap it would slide right of the napkins and onto the floor. Before dinner A.C. asked if the napkins were made out of leather and we all joked about how they couldn't absorb anything.

Sarah got a new cellphone and I was so excited and could not stop thanking Pop, because now she doesn't have to use my cellphone anymore. It's funny when we are out and I take out my cellphone because before I know it Sarah has slid it across the table so she can view it.

I also had to have a small panic attack after dinner because while playing with the locusts (grasshoppers) on the table, we started to discuss Brood X (see Sarah's for more info) I was almost crying as everyone was discussing the swarms of locusts that we are going to have this summer. Honestly, I don't know if I can handle this. Either I am dating an exterminator or taking Danny and driving out West.