(Thrill speaking...)
So today I got into a bit of a car incident, if you will. Everyone was fine, which is the most important thing. Since music and driving are the two things that excite me the most (no, i'm not a crazy driver, i just enjoy driving) I thought I'd make a "Thrill: The Car Accident" playlist.
*note: Theme*
The Primitives - Crash
Dave Matthews Band - Crash
Incubus - Drive
Brand New - Car
Crash Test Dummies - MMmM Mmm MmmM MmmM
Something Corporate - I Woke up in a Car
The Cars - My Best Friends Girl
The Spill Canvas - Sunsets and Car Crashes
Tracy Chapman - Fast Car
Matt Nathanson - Car Crash
Ziggy Marley - Who's Gonna Drive You Home (cover)
Hall & Oates - Maneater (i just really like this song...)
Honorary mention to the Lions Gate Film : Crash
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Cinco de Mayo
(Thrill speaking)
As I read Baileywinkel's side of the story, I wanted to clarify a few things. Yes, we hung in the Valero parking lot - but could it be that those 62 minutes of waiting were worth more than that Banjo was? Obviously not. Who makes $40 an hour besides starting wage accountants - and my friend Alex? Anyways, I was pretty disappointed that the banjo guy never showed up. I was well prepared to offer $60 for the Banjo AND ukulele. Jerk. Perhaps he overheard my mad rapping skills and was too intimidated. I'm like the American Dizzee Rascal.
But truth be told, this was not the most exciting moment that Baileywinkel and Thrill have shared together. We have our infamous Cinco de Mayo dance-off at El Torito. Who can forget when we and our significant others (Baileywinkel's fiance, and my co-receptionist at the time) went to the official cinco de mayo hot spot in Monterey. On Cannery row of course (duh). As we ate nachos and drank perhaps 1 too many margaritas we decided that the perfect time to dance would be to the traditional Mexican tune "The Way I Are."
We twiddled around my sombrero together by the DJ when suddenly out of nowhere a cougar decides that Baileywinkel would be her perfect prey. Obviously I was offended, since I've been to Mexico twice, therefore I'm more qualified to partake in the Cougar Cinco De Mayo Dance, but alas in the end I was happy that Baileywinkel was gaining foreign policy experience. The coug attacked Baileywinkel with shoulder rubs and gentle pelvic thrusts. The bumping and grinding went on to about 10pm when we realized it was a work night- I still had to drive back to the 'ville and when it comes to lacking sleep homie don't play that. I'm not going to lie and say it was the best Cinco De Mayo I've had - but it's def the best one i remember. Perhaps it's because there may or may not be a youtube video floating around of my hip-hop moves, Baileywinkel's fairy twirls, and Cougar Lady's pelvic thrust....
What I'm saying is I'm a classy bitch.
As I read Baileywinkel's side of the story, I wanted to clarify a few things. Yes, we hung in the Valero parking lot - but could it be that those 62 minutes of waiting were worth more than that Banjo was? Obviously not. Who makes $40 an hour besides starting wage accountants - and my friend Alex? Anyways, I was pretty disappointed that the banjo guy never showed up. I was well prepared to offer $60 for the Banjo AND ukulele. Jerk. Perhaps he overheard my mad rapping skills and was too intimidated. I'm like the American Dizzee Rascal.
But truth be told, this was not the most exciting moment that Baileywinkel and Thrill have shared together. We have our infamous Cinco de Mayo dance-off at El Torito. Who can forget when we and our significant others (Baileywinkel's fiance, and my co-receptionist at the time) went to the official cinco de mayo hot spot in Monterey. On Cannery row of course (duh). As we ate nachos and drank perhaps 1 too many margaritas we decided that the perfect time to dance would be to the traditional Mexican tune "The Way I Are."
We twiddled around my sombrero together by the DJ when suddenly out of nowhere a cougar decides that Baileywinkel would be her perfect prey. Obviously I was offended, since I've been to Mexico twice, therefore I'm more qualified to partake in the Cougar Cinco De Mayo Dance, but alas in the end I was happy that Baileywinkel was gaining foreign policy experience. The coug attacked Baileywinkel with shoulder rubs and gentle pelvic thrusts. The bumping and grinding went on to about 10pm when we realized it was a work night- I still had to drive back to the 'ville and when it comes to lacking sleep homie don't play that. I'm not going to lie and say it was the best Cinco De Mayo I've had - but it's def the best one i remember. Perhaps it's because there may or may not be a youtube video floating around of my hip-hop moves, Baileywinkel's fairy twirls, and Cougar Lady's pelvic thrust....
What I'm saying is I'm a classy bitch.
Blog #1: Monterey is fun cause you can hang out at gas stations?
(Baileywinkel Speaking)
I get an "IM" on the interweb from The Thrill last week. She found a banjo on craigslist for $40 along with other items listed at the same price. The dude was also selling a ukulele, a violin and a guitar. Seemed as though Big American Family (great band) had given up on life and sold all of our instruments to some turd on craigslist. Anyways the banjo had some extremely ghetto eagle on it...which made it perfect for The Thrill. She wanted me to go with her to get the instrument. How often do you find a banjo for $40? She called homeboy from craigslist who said he would meet her at the Valero gas station in Pacific Grove to fulfill the transaction. What kind of asshole lets their friends meet with strangers at gas station alone? Typically I would, except that I had to see this go down.
So we rolled up in her lil' white pick up truck and found the premium parking space. Rolled the windows down, kicked off the shoes (don't actually know if that happened, just wanted to add an unnecessary detail), and put on some tunes. I am pretty sure we just sang R. Kelly over whatever was playing...because we could. We did this for about 10 minutes until the suggestion was made that we "tailgate" in order to maximize the ghettoness that was our current situation. We were hoping a co-worker would spot us sitting in the back of her truck at the gas stations, eating flaming hot cheetos and drinking mountain dews (neither of those items were purchased). But no, only strangers could enjoy us. We continued to wait an additional 20 minutes....taking phone calls and soaking up the nice weather. Where the fuck was this asshole?!?! We kept say "I hope its that guy" to every weirdo that drove up. Thrill started to get antsy, and began doing what many do when antsy and sitting in the bed of their truck waiting to buy a banjo from some dork at a gas station, she started to beat box. This didn't go on very long, but a few seconds longer than it should have. Thrill was proud of herself and even muttered under her breath "I'm good". She is. We even pretended to make banjo sounds with our mouths as practice....maybe the craiglist banjo guy would hear our song and feel more inclined to drive faster....yah no. Not at all. Homeboy stood us up. Nearly an hour of tailgating had gone by before we decided it was time. I sang the song I sing every day..."I don't wanna wait....for our lives to be over"....and that was our cue. The sun started to go down, the creepers were starting come out....and our craving for pizza insatiable. Maybe next time huh?
The Baileywinkel
I get an "IM" on the interweb from The Thrill last week. She found a banjo on craigslist for $40 along with other items listed at the same price. The dude was also selling a ukulele, a violin and a guitar. Seemed as though Big American Family (great band) had given up on life and sold all of our instruments to some turd on craigslist. Anyways the banjo had some extremely ghetto eagle on it...which made it perfect for The Thrill. She wanted me to go with her to get the instrument. How often do you find a banjo for $40? She called homeboy from craigslist who said he would meet her at the Valero gas station in Pacific Grove to fulfill the transaction. What kind of asshole lets their friends meet with strangers at gas station alone? Typically I would, except that I had to see this go down.
So we rolled up in her lil' white pick up truck and found the premium parking space. Rolled the windows down, kicked off the shoes (don't actually know if that happened, just wanted to add an unnecessary detail), and put on some tunes. I am pretty sure we just sang R. Kelly over whatever was playing...because we could. We did this for about 10 minutes until the suggestion was made that we "tailgate" in order to maximize the ghettoness that was our current situation. We were hoping a co-worker would spot us sitting in the back of her truck at the gas stations, eating flaming hot cheetos and drinking mountain dews (neither of those items were purchased). But no, only strangers could enjoy us. We continued to wait an additional 20 minutes....taking phone calls and soaking up the nice weather. Where the fuck was this asshole?!?! We kept say "I hope its that guy" to every weirdo that drove up. Thrill started to get antsy, and began doing what many do when antsy and sitting in the bed of their truck waiting to buy a banjo from some dork at a gas station, she started to beat box. This didn't go on very long, but a few seconds longer than it should have. Thrill was proud of herself and even muttered under her breath "I'm good". She is. We even pretended to make banjo sounds with our mouths as practice....maybe the craiglist banjo guy would hear our song and feel more inclined to drive faster....yah no. Not at all. Homeboy stood us up. Nearly an hour of tailgating had gone by before we decided it was time. I sang the song I sing every day..."I don't wanna wait....for our lives to be over"....and that was our cue. The sun started to go down, the creepers were starting come out....and our craving for pizza insatiable. Maybe next time huh?
The Baileywinkel
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