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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Primp and pimp
Wonder what it looks like when girls are getting ready to go out? If you've ever been a boyfriend and one of us made you wait two hours because we'll be "just another minute!", this is what we're really doing.
Just kidding. You'll be amused to know that when someone brought up the fact that we were headed to dinner, Grace moaned "That's TWO hours away!" Maybe she came back from battle?
Aw, Debbie is posed in front of my Audrey poster. How fitting.
Aw, Courtney's in front of my lesbian poster; you can see the two panty crotches mashed together behind her head.
Grace's animal print dress is right next to my Calvin and Hobbes complete collection. Hobbes is an animal, hello? (I'm really trying here...)
Who broke my shoulder? And blew dust in my one eye? (It's kinda sad when you have to take candid shots of one self like this, especially with 3 girls in the same room, but they were busy gettting beautiful while I harassed them with flashes and shouts of "Now look at me like you just won the lottery, but for 20 cents~")
Deborah's going to pay for this Mean Girl look later that night. Trust me.
Drive with the windows down
It's not often I have to walk around my neighborhood dressed for nightlife while it's still bright, sunshiney day, but at least I've got my hoes with me. Plus, Courtney later did a floor show that got all the tongues wagging in town. Love ya!
I heard Courtney got her hair done by a famous French barmaid whose life ambition it was to design the model's hairstyles on the runway of Milan. And that Deborah was given that necklace by an elderly woman who used to perform on the New York burlesque scene before retiring to make hand-blown glass jewelry. Lucky girls.
I didn't think she'd hear me when I mumbled "Asian driver!" at her. You misheard me! I said Cajun trifle!
A tribute to the 80's:
CHEMERCHSHAMMAAAAAKEEEEEE!!!!
"Zach Attack"
Speaking of the 80's, is it my fault every boy named Zach has to hear my incredibly original and not to mention topical Saved by the Bell reference?
If you ever go to Loggia, go to my boy, Zach (who, sadly, resembles Mario Lopez more than Mark Paul Gosselaar.) He kept bringing me yummy drinks and non-lascivious winks.
Once we were seated next to the roaring fireplace, I thought I fell upon a fool-proof plan. People, the FIRE turned me red, not my over-consumption of rum and vodka. It's not an Asian glow, it's my skin on fire from underneath!
Alas, I sweated through 6 dishes for nothing, cause I didn't even get that big a glow. Luckily, we had them turn down the preview of Hell in a Handbasket before I started melting. And then I got my chocolate truffle souffle-
Courtney! I'm obviously trying to make a point and you're staring at my truffles! Ah, what else is new?
Experience my dinner with me:
1. My gorgeous girls looks so pretty and poised. Classy.
2. Are you ladies getting sleepy? Or cranky?
3. No, no! We're all about it and we love you!
4. I'm listening, I swear.... It's just so warm...
5. You like the chicken? That's the funniest thing I have ever heard. EVER.
6. Why'sssss everything blurry? What was in my drast link?
"Excuse me! I'd like to invite you to a pants party!"
Hey, if Miss Blue Crushed Velvet Mini Dress is ready to get down, what other invitation are you looking for?
Not even scary vampire girl is going to stop the motion.
This one is called "The TaxiCab." It's alright, girls, you can take it from me. It's too hot NOT to share, I know.
I'm a little disappointed she wasn't in a cage, but live and learn, baby. Next time, a club that understands that go go dancers belong in tight, enclosed spaces. The better to writhe in, my dear.
"Thug Life"
Thug life always ends up with a gun pointed in the air...
"She Hate Me..."
It may look like from the following sequence that Janet is going to kill Andrew, she's actually friends with him and it proves that paparazzi shots can be misleading.
*clenched jaw* "Hey."
*stiff smile* "Yeah, hey."
"It's nice to see you here."
"Sure, thanks."
"Hey! Did I ever tell you the one about the nun with one leg?!"
"It's not that funny."
"I think it's hilarious!"
"Mm, yeah, okay, bye."
"Whatever!"
"It's your turn, Joo."
"I got you, babe."
"I don't get it either. Just get me a drink, okay?"
Did someone say drink? Hmm...
"Nectar from the Gods!"
Some advice: Just because you've decided this is probably the last time you'll ever get crunk, doesn't mean you should throw up the middle finger to God and test the limits of the human liver and bile system. That said, what's a bar for except to drain out, yes?
Recipe for a "Cataster"=
1 Drunk Bday Girl + 1 Glass of Wine (Full)
Crash into 1 Stranger (unknown) and Spill Generously on Dress
Add 1 Windy Balcony
Ta DA!
"Suffering Sapphos!"
Having some drinks will lead to girl-on-girl love, the pretty kind.
"Mean Girls"
Didn't I tell you Debbie was going to pay? Those be some withering glares.
You can tell Antonia knows how to throw down. Don't fuck with a Hapa, boy.
Who invited you, Boo?
"Don't look at me!"
"We'll fucking cut your heart out and eat it like sushi."
"Damn, that was way Harsh, Tai!"
"Whatever, I'm AUDI... 5000!"
"Pssh, L.A. Party."
You can tell from the drunk dialing!
And the minimal dancing. Ask us how!
Or ask a boy, they mastered minimal dancing.
"Isn't it Ironic?"
We were listening to "Let's Get Married" by Jagged Edge, and then Scott and Antonia tell me that they got engaged. Quelle surprise!
"Last Call~"
Courtney wants to know "Are you fucking done yet?"
Almost, C, almost.
Look how happy I am! Someone is de-sluttifying my falling strap, a boy is sneezing on me, and still I say...
THUMBS UP! (Specifically, the one I paid to bejewel in a star pattern. Puuuuuurty.)
Days later, I still got that glow and grin going. As well as alliteration, it seems.
"Bonus"
What? You didn't see Sarah there that night? She was probably hiding in a hallway!
"I just don't want to be seen!"
"El Fin"
Good night, Ladies and Gents XOXO
This, below, is just hilarious. I love etiquette, and I'm sorry we have lost the art of polite behavior.
Perfect Behavior
by Donald Ogden Stewart
The Etiquette of Dinners and Balls
FORMAL DINNERS IN AMERICA
Eating is an extremely old custom and has been practiced by the better classes of society almost without interruption from earliest times. And "society," like the potentate of the parable whose touch transformed every object into gold, has embellished and adorned the all-too-common habit of eating, until there has been evolved throughout the ages that most charming and exquisite product of human culture--the formal dinner party. The gentleman of today who delightedly dons his dress suit and escorts into a ten-course dinner some lady mountain climber or other celebrity, is probably little aware of what he owes to his forefathers for having so painstakingly devised for him such a pleasant method of spending his time.
But "before one runs, one must learn to walk"--and the joys of the dinner-party are not to be partaken of without a long preliminary course of training, as many a young man has learned to his sorrow when he discovered that his inelegant use of knife and fork was causing humorous comment up and down the "board" and was drawing upon himself the haughty glances of an outraged hostess. The first requisite of success in dining out is the possession of a complete set of correct table manners--and these, like anything worth while, can be achieved only by patient study and daily practise.
TABLE MANNERS FOR CHILDREN
AS a matter of fact, it is never too early to begin to acquire the technique of correct eating, and the nursery is the best possible place for the first lessons in dining-room behavior. Children should be taught at an early age the fundamentals of "table" manners in such a way that by the time they have reached the years of manhood the correct use of knife, fork, spoon and fingerbowl is to them almost second nature. But the parents should remember, above everything else, to instruct their children in such a way that the pupil takes pleasure in his lessons. This is the method which is employed today in every successful school or "kindergarten"; this is the method which really produces satisfactory results.
Thus, for example, if you are a father and your boy Edward persists in bringing his pet tadpole to the table in a glass jar, you should not punish or scold him; a much more effective and graphic method of correcting this habit would be for you to suddenly pick up the tadpole one day at luncheon and swallow it. No whipping or scolding would so impress upon the growing boy the importance of the fact that the dinner table is not the place for pets.
Another effective way of teaching table manners to children consists in making up attractive games about the various lessons to be learned. Thus, whenever you have guests for dinner, the children can play "Boner" which consists in watching the visitor closely all during the meal in order to catch him in any irregularity in table etiquette. As soon as the guest has committed a mistake, the first Child to discover it points his finger at him and shouts, "Pulled a Boner, Pulled a Boner!" and the boy or girl who discovers the greatest number of "Boners" during the evening is rewarded with a prize, based on the following table of points:
If the guest has dirty hands, 5 points.
If the guest uses wrong fork or spoon, 5 points.
If the guest chokes on bone, 8 points.
If the guest blows on soup, 5 points.
If the guest drops fork or spoon, 3 points.
If the guest spills soup on table, 10 points.
If the guest spills soup on self, 1 point.
Of course it is often well to tell the guests about the game in advance in order that they may not feel embarrassed but will enter thoroughly into the spirit of this helpful sport.
A CHILD'S GARDEN OF ETIQUETTE
Children can also acquire knowledge more easily if it is imparted to them in the form of verse or easy rhymes, and many valuable facts about the dinner table can be embodied in children's verses. A few of these which I can remember from my own happy childhood are as follows:
Oh, wouldn't it be jolly
To be a nice hors d'oeuvre
And just bring joy to people
Whom fondest you were of.
Soup is eaten with a spoon
But not to any haunting tune.
Oysters live down in the sea
In zones both temp. and torrid,
And when they are good they are very good indeed,
And when they are bad they are horrid.
My papa makes a lovely Bronx
With gin so rare and old,
And two of them will set you right
But four will knock you cold.
The boys with Polly will not frolic
Because she's eaten too much garlic.
Mama said the other day,
"A little goes a long, long way."
A wind came up out of the sea
And said, "Those dams are not for me."
Uncle Frank choked on a bone
From eating shad au gratin
Aunt Ethel said it served him right
And went back to her flat in
NEWARK (spoken)
Poor Uncle Frank! (chanted)
I love my little finger bowl
So full of late filet of sole.
Cousin George at lunch one day
Remarked, "That apple looks quite tasty.
Now George a dentist's bill must pay
Because he was so very hasty.
The proverb's teachings we must hold
"All that glitters is not gold."
And mama said to George, "Oh, shoot,
You've gone and ruined my glass fruit."
Jim broke bread into his soup,
Jim knocked Mrs. Vanderbilt for a loop.
Kate drank from her finger bowl,
Kate knocked Mrs. Vanderbilt for a goal.
Children who perform such tricks
Are socially in Class G-6.
ETIQUETTE IN THE SCHOOL
OF course, as the children become older, the instruction should gradually come to embrace all forms of correct behaviour, and the youthful games and rhymes should give way to the more complex and intricate problems of mature social etiquette. It is suggested that the teachings during this period may be successfully combined with the young gentleman's or lady's other schoolroom studies; in the case of mathematics, for example, the instruction might be handled in somewhat the following manner:
A Problem in Mathematics (7th grade)
A swimmer starts across a stream which is 450 yards wide. He swims for five minutes at the rate of three miles per hour, and for three minutes at the rate of four miles per hour. He then reaches the other bank, where he sees a young lady five feet ten inches tall, walking around a tree, in a circle the circumference of which is forty-two yards.
A. What is the diameter of the circle?
B. How fast is the current flowing in the stream?
C. At what point would the swimmer land if there were no current
in the stream?
D. At what point does the swimmer actually land?
E. But suppose that he has no bathing suit on?
And so, when the young person has reached the age for his first formal dinner party, he will undoubtedly be able to handle the fundamentals of correct etiquette in a satisfactory manner. But, as in every sport or profession, there are certain refinements--certain niceties which come only after long experience--and it is with a view of helping the ambitious diner-out to master these more complex details, that I suggest that he study carefully the following "unwritten laws" which govern every dinner party.
In the first place, a guest is supposed tacitly to consent to the menu which the hostess has arranged, and the diner-out who makes a habit of saying "Squab, you know, never agrees with me--I wonder if I might have a couple of poached eggs," is apt to find that such squeamishness does not pay in the long run.
Practical jokes are never countenanced at a formal affair of this sort. I do not mean that a certain amount of good-natured fun is out of place, but such "stunts" as pulling the hostess' chair out from under her--or gleefully kicking the shins of your neighbor under the table and shouting "Guess who?"--are decidedly among the "non-ests" of correct modern dinner-table behaviour.
Then, too, it is now distinctly bad form to practise legerdemain or feats of sleight-of-hand at a dinner party. Time was when it was considered correct for a young man who could do card or other tricks to add to the gayety of the party by displaying his skill, but that time is past, and the guest of today, who thinks to make a "hit" by pulling a live rabbit or a potted plant from the back of the mystified hostess or one of the butlers, is in reality only making a "fool" of himself if he only knew it. The same "taboo" also holds good as concerns feats of juggling and no hostess of today will, I am sure, ever issue a second invitation to a young man who has attempted to enliven her evening by balancing, on his nose, a knife, a radish, a plate of soup and a lighted candle. "Cleverness" is a valuable asset but only up to a certain point, and I know of one unfortunately "clever" young chap who almost completely ruined a promising social career by the unexpected failure of one of his pet juggling tricks and the consequent dumping of a large dish of mashed potatoes on the head of a vice-president of the Equitable Trust Company. Besides, people almost always distrust "clever" persons.
It does not "do," either, to "ride your hobby" at a dinner party, and the real truth as to the cause of the sudden social ostracism of young Freddie H----, a New York clubman of some years ago (now happily deceased), is that on one occasion this young fellow, who had developed a craze for marksmanship amounting almost to a mania, very nearly ruined a dinner party given by a prominent Boston society matron by attempting to shoot the whiskers off a certain elderly gentleman, who happened to be a direct descendant of John Smith and Priscilla Alden.
It might also be remarked that the possession of certain physical gifts--such as the ability to wriggle one's ears or do the "splits"--is in itself no "open sesame" to lasting social success. "Slow and sure" is a good rule for the young man to follow, and although he may somewhat enviously watch his more brilliant colleagues as they gain momentary applause by their ability to throw their thumbs out of joint or squirt water through a hole in their front teeth, yet he may console himself with the thought that "the race is not always to the swift" and that "Rome was not built in a day." The gifts of this world have been distributed fairly equally, and you may be sure that the young girl who has been born a ventriloquist very likely is totally unable to spell difficult words correctly or carry even a simple tune. Ventriloquism, by the way, is also passing out as a form of dinner party diversion, and it is no longer considered a priceless accomplishment to be able to make a dog bark or a baby cry under the hostess's chair.
CONVERSATION AT DINNER
Gradually, however, conversation--real conversation--is coming into its own as the favorite pastime of dinner guests, and the young man or lady who can keep the conversational "ball" rolling is coming more and more into demand. Good conversationalists are, I fear, born and not made--but by study and practise any ambitious young man can probably acquire the technique, and, with time, mould himself into the kind of person upon whom hostesses depend for the success of their party. As an aid in this direction I have prepared the following chart which I would advise all my readers to cut out and paste in some convenient place so that at their next dinner party it can be readily consulted.
STEWART'S LIGHTNING CALCULATOR OF DINNER TABLE CONVERSATION
This chart divides the dinner into its various courses, and under each course is given what I call an "opening sentence," together with your partner's probable reply and the topic which is then introduced for discussion. And, most valuable of all, under each such topic I have listed certain helpful facts which will enable you to prolong the conversation along those lines until the arrival of the next course, and the consequent opening of another field for discussion. The chart follows:
I. Cocktails.
You say to the partner on your right: "What terrible gin!" She (he) replies: "Perfectly ghastly." This leads to a discussion of: Some Aspects of Alcohol. Helpful Facts:
1. An oyster soaked in alcohol becomes quite rigid in eleven minutes.
2. Senator Volstead was born Sept. 4, 1869.
3. Alcohol, if taken in too great quantities, often produces internal disorders.
II. Oysters.
You say to the partner on your right: "Think of being an oyster!" She (he) replies: "How perfectly ghastly." This leads to a discussion of: Home Life of Oysters. Helpful Facts:
1. The average life of an oyster is 38 days, 11 hours.
2. Polygamy is practised among certain classes of oysters.
3. The first oyster was eaten by Ossip Gatch, a Pole (d. 1783).
III. Fish.
You say to the partner at your right: "Do you enjoy fish?" She (he) replies: "I simply adore fish." This leads to a discussion of: Fish--Then, and Now. Helpful Facts:
1. Fish make notoriously bad pets, whereas seals can be taught to do many novel tricks. 2. Gloucester (Mass.) smells badly in summer. 3. Gloucester (Mass.) smells badly in winter.
IV. Meat.
You say to the partner at your right: "Have you ever been through the Stock-Yards?" She (he) replies: "No." ("Yes.") This leads to a discussion of: "The Meat Industry in America." Helpful Facts:
1. Every time a street car goes over the Brooklyn Bridge, a steer is killed in Chicago--and oftener.
2. Raw beefsteak in quantities is harmful to children under two years of age.
3. A man died recently in Topeka, Kansas, weighing 312 pounds.
4. Many prominent people live on the North Side of Chicago.
V. Salad.
You say to the partner at your right: "What is your favorite salad?" She (he) replies: "I don't know, what's yours?" This leads to a discussion of: Favorite Things. Helpful Facts:
1. Richard Barthelmess is married.
2. B. V. D. stands for "Best Value Delivered."
3. Amy Lowell is fond of cigars.
VI. Dessert.
You say to the partner at your right: "I love ice cream." She (he) replies: "So do I." This leads to a discussion of: Love. Helpful Facts:
1. New York is the hardest state in which to get a divorce in America.
2. Dr. Sigmund Freud is now living in Vienna, Austria.
3. D. H. Lawrence has a black beard.
BALLS AND DANCES
In order to succeed in the modern ballroom, and especially in the ballrooms of our exclusive country clubs, a young gentleman or lady of fashion must today be possessed of the following two requisites: i. A "Line." 2. A closed car. The latter of these "sine qua nons" is now owned as a matter of course by most families and is no longer regarded as a mark of distinction. The former requisite, however, is not so common, but it is nevertheless true that any young person with ambition and a good memory can eventually acquire a quite effective "Line." It is a great aid in this direction if one happens to have spent a year or more at one of our leading eastern universities or "finishing schools." These vary, of course, in degree of excellence, but it does not pay to be dogmatic on this subject, and to those who would insist that the Princeton "Line" is more effective than the Harvard ditto, or that the Westover "Line" flows more smoothly than that of Farmington or Spence, one can only say "De gustibus non disputandum est." "Lines" vary also in accordance with the different types of girls who happen to be using them, and (to misquote a rather vulgar proverb) "What is one girl's food may be another girl's poison." Thus it happens that the "Line" which is most universally and interminably employed by the "beautiful" type of girl (consisting, in its entirety, of the three words "How perfectly priceless") would never in the world do for the young miss whose chief asset is a kind heart or a love for really good books.
{illustration caption = The above diagram (one of man), filling the instructive and refined pages of PERFECT BEHAVIOR) will serve as a model to any debutante or dancing man who seriously sets out to achieve social eminence. It is only fair to warn aspirants that rigid adherence to the formula is essential and that any slight slackening of the pace is likely to prove fatal. On the other hand, we confidently guarantee complete success to those who, in reverence and faith, keep the final goal always in sight. His (or hers) be it to keep the sacred flame burning and to pass the torch along from father to son, from mother to daughter till the end of time, or so long as they do not make any mesalliances, which is just as important in America, whatever may be said to the contrary, as among our "English cousins."}
MIXED DANCING
Another quality which is often helpful on the dance floor, especially to girls, is the ability to dance. This seems to have become largely a trick of keeping abreast of the latest "mode" and while, personally, I greatly regret the passing of the stately lancers and other dignified "round dances," yet, if "mixed dancing" has come to stay, it is the duty of every young person to learn to dance as well as possible in the generally accepted manner, even though this often involves some compromising of one's amour propre.
But in addition to all these necessary qualifications the really great person--the true super man or woman of the ballroom--must be possessed of that certain divine something, that je ne sais quoi ability to rise superior to all occasions, to overcome the most difficult situations, which has distinguished the great men and women of all ages. Joan of Arc had it, George Washington had it, Napoleon had it--and I venture to say that any of these three, had they lived today, Would have been a social success. But perhaps this fact can best be illustrated by taking a typical instance in the ballroom in which "When duty whispered low "Thou must,' the youth replied "I can.'"
HINTS FOR STAGS
Let us suppose, for example, that you are a young man who has been invited to a dance to be given at the East Shore Country Club. It is your original intention, let us say, to attend as a "stag," but on the afternoon of the party you receive a note from a young lady of your acquaintance asking if you would be so kind as to accompany to the ball a guest of hers, a "sweet girl from South Orange" who was in her class at college.
The correct costume for a dance of this sort is usually a dinner coat with a black or white vest, and when you have robed yourself correctly, you should drive in your car to the young lady's home. There you are presented to the sweet girl from South Orange, who is six feet tall and has protruding teeth. After the customary words of greeting and a few brief bits of pleasantry, you set off with your partner for the dance.
Arrived at the East Shore Club, you find the party in "full swing," and after shaking hands with your host and hostess, you should ask your partner if she would care to dance.
The first three times that she steps on your left foot, you should politely murmur, "My fault." But when she begins to sing in your ear it is proper to steer her over toward the "stag line" in order to petition for an injunction or a temporary restraining order.
The "stag line" consists of a group of the wisest, shrewdest and most hard-hearted young men ever gathered together under one roof. The original purpose of a "stag line" was to provide a place where unattached young men might stand while searching for a partner, but the institution has now come to be a form of Supreme Court, passing life or death sentence upon the various debutantes who pass before it.
After you have piloted your partner five times along the length of this line you have a pretty fair idea as to her merits or demerits, and, in this particular case, you have a pretty fair idea as to just what the evening holds out for you. When the music stops you should therefore lead the girl over to a chair and ask to be allowed to bring her a glass of punch.
Instead of going directly to the punch bowl, you should turn your steps toward the "stag line." There you will find several young men whom only as late as that afternoon you counted among your very best friends, but who do not, at the present, seem to remember ever having met you before. Seizing the arm of one of these you say, "Tom, I want you to meet----" That is as far as you will get, for Tom will suddenly interrupt you by remarking, "Excuse me a minute, Ed--, I see a girl over there I've simply got to speak to. I'll come right back."
He will not come right back. He will not come back at all. And after you have met with the same response from four other so-called friends, you should return to the South Orange visitor and "carry on."
At the end of the second hour, however, your mind should begin to clear, and if you are at all possessed of the qualifications for future ballroom leadership, you should gradually throw off the slough of despond and determine to make a fight for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And when the music has once more ceased, you should ask your partner if she would not care to take a jaunt in the open air.
"I know a lovely walk," you should say, "across a quaint old bridge."
The rest is, of course, easy. Arrived in the middle of the quaint old bridge, which leads across a cavern some three hundred feet deep, you should quickly seize the tall college graduate, and push her, not too roughly or ungentlemanly, off the bridge.
And, if you are really a genius, and not merely "one of the crowd" you will return to the ballroom and, going up to the young lady who was responsible for your having met the sweet girl from South Orange, you will offer her your arm, and smile invitingly.
"I know a lovely walk," you will say, "across a quaint old bridge."
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