now. me.

Nichole and I were pricing things for my yard sale this weekend. If you read Emotional Mullet, you will know all about it.

Nichole was pricing my trinkets and such. I have a lil' Buddha that came with some bamboo. Bamboo has been transplanted. We priced it and moved on, but ...

Nichole said,

"Ohhhhh. I love Buddha. But I don't like his nipples."

me first!

ok I've got one! And to preface this, it is now 11 am and I am still DRUUUUUNK. So glad this a private blog cause my mother reads whinorhino and I probably shouldn't reveal my true levels of of whinorhinoing...ok, block quote and here it goes:

"I must have SpiegeltentBob"

Explanation: I was at the Spiegeltent last night, which I love because I have that flair for the dramatic as you know, and there was this one fellow dancing his little heart out for all he was worth. Not only did he not have any rhythm whatsoever, he was also doing the drunken healy-spin-your-partner-round-violently-and-fall-on-things dance, AND he had the most outrageous giant white man afro (like sideshow bob) which he continually dragged his fingers through and shook to the crowd's masssive appreciation. We spotted him upon arrival and Colleen vowed that he would be hers. I went on to consume at least one of everything (including shots of tequila oh my) over the course of the evening and when I looked up, Bob had gotten away. Oh well. I so wished I had my camera so you could see the spectacle that is Spiegeltent Bob...

Welcome!

Back in the day Healy, Jen and Liz (and Colleen on occassion) lived in a house on 8th and Maryland in NE DC. Right next to Kenny's Barbaque and about 500 yards from a 7-11. Location, location, location indeed.

Healy had a little book in which she would jot down interesting, absurd, profound, crazy, funny, or just plain strange musings from herself or others. It was, appropriately enough, called "the quote book".

We'd add items most often when the whiskey was flowing.

It was expanded to include fridge poetry and other things.

Well, Healy, Jen and Liz are farflung now. Sniff sniff. And the physical quote book may or may not still be in existence. But, thanks to Al Gore, we can have it here.

It's an experiment. Let's see how it goes...