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I work for the symphony in vermont and i have to admit i really kind of love it when somebody shows up in flannel, jeans, and boots (and, this being vermont, that happens frequently.) usually everybody is dressed pretty upscale to our concerts, but it’s the best when there’s some lady all decked out in her fanciest diamonds and her floor length mink, sitting right next to some guy who looks and smells like he literally just climbed off his tractor. WE’RE ALL JUST PEOPLE TRYING TO GET ALONG IN THIS CRAZY WORLD, AND ALSO MAYBE LISTEN TO SOME ELGAR AFTER A LONG DAY OF PLOWING WHEAT or whatever.
geeze, i guess i’m really getting the most out of “of whom you speak” in my interactions today.
i know exactly the person of whom you speak and he used to be a borders regular and would just buy coffee and scowl at people. charming gent.
as a fellow burlingtonion/worker-bee on church street, i am sooooo curious to know the identity of the troll of whom you speak. a description is required immediately, please.
I am currently having my own neighbor feud (they have so much loud sex, all of the sex, all of the noises, all of the time), and this morning my weapon of choice was playing the original soundtrack to Annie (pro tip: all of the songs can be easily found on YouTube or Spotify) at top volume through the wall. Nothing will temper boundless sexual energy like the shrill singing voices of children, and I’m assuming this will also work on weeknight parties. Go forth and conquer!
oh my co-worker has told me great thinks about sukhothai but ain’t nobody got time to go to essex when tiny thai is mere yards away from my apartment.
which one? was it tiny thai i love tiny thai so much love is forever fan i love you
My heroic efforts to mobilize my co-workers to go home early (in the face of the blue skies and calm winds that Vermont is currently experiencing) failed. I will be going home at 5:00, as usual. Pray for me.
are you in the burlington area? we probably won’t be hit until after 4 or 5, but i’m spreading misinformation around the office in an effort to go home an hour early. that would be the sweetest triumph of all. i’ll keep you updated.
i was wondering that, myself! i almost googled “sidney applebaum” to see if it could’ve been a reference to anything else, but i didn’t care enough. but i DID care enough to post this meaningless comment, so who even knows anymore. mondays, am i right?
ps- i hope you are out and enjoying the fantastic weather today. i work on church st and it is BUMPIN’.
who on earth is your landlord? i’ve had a few during my time here in burlington, and none of them every made me ice cream. one of the pervier ones used to just come in our house unannounced to “check the windows” during summer months, but that’s not even remotely close to bacon and whiskey. what’s your secret???? #vermonstersunite!
buddy garrity + heapin’ dose of hamm + zou bisou bisou + roadhouse x perd hapley = a pretty great thursday night.
other perks of going to the movies alone: you might get offered a doobie by some random dude, and then later you can give him a handjob.
@Kate Schmidt young padawan, the secret is laying it flat next to your plate, and using your cell-phone to keep those pesky pages in check.
high-five for anti-social eaters!
there is no better dining experience than sitting solo in a mexican restaurant eating tacos and drinking beer while reading your way through the “song of ice and fire” series. “Salsa is Coming,” amiright?
if you ever went to the borders on church street, you already know the answer to this question. we were drunk/stoned every single day. hurrah!
NOOOOOOO
Woof. Neglecting to follow the rules is cool, too. Trying this one again.
“Shit, Where Did I Put My Glasses? Can Somebody Help Me Out? No, Seriously, I Can’t See Without Those Things.”
“Shit, Where Did I Put My Glasses? Can Somebody Help Me Out? No, Seriously, I Can’t See Without Those Things.”
much better.
There Will Be Blood, But Don’t Worry About It, It’s Probably Nothing.
Life Is Beautiful, Or Whatever.
It’s All About Eve, But That’s Fine, She’s Nice I Guess.
i feel like i’ve been waiting my whole life to tell this tale. thanks so much for the outlet, kelly, you are a true jennifer lawrence.
when i was 9 i had a dream that i met sinbad in a park and we were on the jungle gym together and i took his picture because i knew that nobody would ever believe that i was hanging out with sinbad. and when i woke up in the morning i was SO depressed that it never happened and i had no photographic evidence of hanging out with sinbad, and i probably still haven’t gotten over that disappointment, and i strongly believe it’s shaped me into the person i am today. and i never told anybody about it, because, really, my subconscious? is sinbad the BEST you could drum up?? especially at the height of hanson-mania?? come on.