salad fingers, yankees, tired....
i cannot manage to catch up. on anything. errands, work, sleep.
i'm going to the yankees home opener, you know, THE FIRST REAL GAME IN THE NEW STADIUM! on thursday. HOLLA. seats right on the third base line.
my group's new obsession: salad fingers. there are several episodes. they are creepy. they may or not give you nightmares. that being said, i still can't stop watching.
we had a truly raucous easter. a potluck and lots of wine and champagne and these crazy cocktails with kumquats and mint. it later invoved costumes. and watching salad fingers. and then i passed out on ted's couch and vaguely remember ted telling me to stay and julie telling me to just borrow clothes from her to wear to work. in my crazy zombie state i stayed just to wake up at 1:30, have no idea where i was and cab it home. and i am feeling pretty rough for it.
the conchords concert is this week and i made a pretty penny on my spare set (thanks igor!)
i'm going to some pool party tomorrow. don't ask. and no, i'm not bringing a swimsuit.