The Wine Bar

We finally made a dent in that list of "Stuff We Have to Do Before We Leave Saratoga Forever" and went to the Wine Bar. I wore my sweet 1980s metallic Italian dress that I got at the Last Vestige bag sale for < $0.25. Rachel looked like a hot classy teacher, and Britton was her cute punky self. And Kenny was there wearing...whatever dress-up clothes guys wear that are never worth mentioning. We enjoyed an array of fine wine, I believe mine was a vintage 2004...a good year. Strong notes of citrus and pear...and...cork. We also enjoyed comparing glasses and trying to figure out if mine was different for an actual pretentious reason or if it was just to confuse us. We enjoyed fare ranging from roast duck, to cheese and honeycomb, to seared Ahi.
And then went straight to the Parting Glass for real food and drinks. Sweet potato fries, buffalo burgers, and pints. Your daaamn right. The waitress was a little confused by our attire, but was not deterred from carrying on a long conversation that started to get a little awkward. For me anyway.

GRRRR!! I'm the Inappropriate Season Monster!

Quintessential Alex, with a beer and a cigarette in hand.

So sad that everyone has a birthday this week except me

I know...all I needed was TWO party hats

This face actually isn't expressing his sadness at how his birthday went...just sadness at being forced to wear this hat

Amos is just plain sad about that haircut

Too Bad Birthdays Don't Generate Power

If you're as faithful a reader of my blog as I am, you may remember Kenny's birthday last year (and if not, I've made you a handy link). Well...I'm sad to say this year wasn't much better. Actually, it probably counted among his worst birthdays ever. Why, you ask? I don't know about you, but my idea of great birthday fun is not exactly sitting in the dark with my parents. But yeah.
So it's Friday morning. Parents were coming, restaurant reservations were made, promises of purchasing a new cell phone registered, all seemed well. Until about 10am, when Kenny suddenly goes: "it's quiet.....too quiet" Yeah. like he was in a sci-fi channel original movie. Meaning the comforting white noise hum of our modern electronic life had been silenced. We assumed it was just like the last power outage (see February 5th), and that it was just our street, probably caused by the stupid power people, and would soon be over. Either that, or zombies had taken over the world in the night and we were the last ones left alive (with the exception of maverick Skidmore professor Flip Phillips, who had turned the power in Saratoga Springs off to confuse and scatter the zombies to better fight them). But we figured it was probably the first one. That is, until we realized no one in the freakin Tri-city area had power....and we were hearing really strange stratching and wailing noises from our skylight...then the second one started sounding a little too possible. Anyway. His parents show up, take him with them to their hotel (which offers...? board games? certainly not lights). I went over to Rachel and Britton's and we eventually took a trip down to Albany to Olive Garden and bought a bunch of scented candles at Pier 1. All in all, not such a bad night for me, got stuffed on good food, saw a ton of stars, met Britton's boyfriend for the first time. When I got back Kenny had a little seance goin on in his room and we piled on the blankets (you know....no power=no heat....at least we're not old...despite the fact that we went to sleep at like 10pm). Sweet ass birthday if you ask me.

Sara's birthday was meant to kick off the weekend celebrations of "Birthday Week" (Amos, Feb. 14th, Simon, Feb. 15th, Sara, Feb. 16th, Kenny, Feb. 17th)

It's a Freshman Friends Reunion!!

Oho Valentine's Day

"If there's any day to do lines of coke, it's Valentine's Day"
Looks at her Lindsay Lohan calendar
"Oh Lindsay, what would you do in this situation?"
--Christine

The Comedy Festival

The 17th Annual Skidmore College Comedy Festival was this weekend. Some highlights:

George Bush eating babies
Girls can't play beer pong
Rich getting hit by a bike
Lucas' cat
Professor Plum doin some chick with a candlestick in the conservatory
Bizkwick feat. Diamond Mitch and cameltoe
Run out the back like the freshmen you are

...and I hear Jesse's mom walked in on Simon

Amos. Wtf

Look carefully. This classifies as an obscene abuse of dryer sheets. I counted a total of 4.

We Will Stop At Nothing

So a tree fell on the power lines or some shit, and our house lost power for a little while on Saturday. After several minutes of fumbling around in the dark, cursing Christine for cleaning the living room and therefore putting away the matches in some unknown dark drawer instead of leaving them in their proper place in the middle of the kitchen table, we managed to light a candle to enable us to sit around and sulk in minimal light. We soon decided that wasn't gonna work, so we left and tried to entertain ourselves at the Wilton Mall, but that lasted like 15 minutes, and when we got back, there was still no power. So we did what any self-respecting college student would do when forced to cope without internet or tv when it was just way to early to go downtown: we busted out the flashlight my stepdad got me as part of a "Y2K Survival Kit" and drank Irish Car Bombs in its loving glow.