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3.08.2011

TWO IMPORTANT THINGS!! THEY BOTH INVOLVE YOU!!!!1

1.) It's that time of the year again! Shameless, shameless begging time. We need you to help us win the City Paper's 2011 Reader's Poll for Best Blog! To vote for us, go here, click "31 more" under the PEOPLE & PLACES category, type "2birds1blog.com" for best local blog/blogger, scroll to the bottom, type in your email address (they won't share it, FOR REALS), and click submit! It's super easy and would really help us out. We want to win this one, you guys. We want to win this one bad. And not because we're trying to "stick it" to any of the other DC blogs, not because we haven't won any awards lately (although that's valid), but because the City Paper knows how to throw a party and frankly, I just want to go again this year. BOOM. There it is. It's not classy, but it's honest. Last year they had a shit-ton of corn dogs, funnel cakes, and drag queens. I mean, perhaps enough said? 

I brought Alex and Becca to the '10 party and all three of us got significantly more drunk than we meant to. Things happened. We were collectively too scared to say hi to the BYT kids. Alex stole a giant floral centerpiece, and the visual of him hoofin' it down New York Avenue at 2 o'clock in the morning with it is something still I hold near and dear to my heart. I went out with a reader and the gossip columnist from The Washington Times afterwards and drank my weight in Steel Reserve. A few hours later I was on the 7am MegaBus to NYC with tears slowly rolling down from under a giant pair of sunglasses because the thought of not vommitting over the course of the next fours was physically and emotionally too much to handle. It was a time! 

And guess what? If we win, we'll bring one of you with us as our hot date!
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Join us at my place first for our traditional pre-event freak-out! Watch as Tulane Chris drinks everything in my apartment (from the peach Bacardi nips in my freezer to the five-year-old bottle of Manischewitz under the sink), while I spend an hour and a half cutting stickers only to forget them and freak out in the cab! Get your picture taken with us on the red carpet! Let us stuff your pockets with savory foods from the buffet! Be our lookout while we binge eat in the bathroom! Walk around the Convention Center and help us harass hookers and doormen for ecstasy, before we all just give up and go back to my place to watch Mean Girls! IT'LL BE SO AWESOME!!!!1 But again, only if we win. To enter, vote for us and forward your confirmation email to meg@2birds1blog.com. Gender is a non-issue. Out-of-towner? We'll work something out. hey HEY hey.

And now to Chris for our next item of business.

2.) Ladies and gentlemen, the following announcements will be made according to the rules of the ancient Japanese art of FAQ.

Q: What are you doing this summer?

A: Hiring our first 2Birds1Blog Summer Intern.

Q: Are you fucking kidding me?

A: No. We’re really going to have a summer intern.

Q: Is this like… a weird sex thing?

A: No. It’s like a weird “we want someone to help with administrative tasks so we can concentrate on writing the blog this summer” thing.

Q: Does this internship just entail making sure there’s always enough sweet tea vodka and Wawa lemonade in the fridge at all times so that Chris never need be without an “adult” Arnold Palmer?

A: Not “just,” although that is important. Basically, we need someone to do the following:

- Fill merchandise orders when we restock the store in a few weeks.
- Help with event planning for The Misanthrope’s Guide to Life launch party and publicity events, as well as for some more in-depth, on-location 2Birds Investigates we plan to do this summer.
- Do research and fact-finding for some projects we’re considering launching, but need more information about before we announce them.
- Help us produce advertising and publicity materials.
- Keep track of all the paperwork in a large, clearly labeled binder, instead of my previous, “oh, it’s under the… is that an armoire or a chiffarobe? What’s the difference? Anyway, behind that pile of Mountain Dew Red Alert cans” filing system.

If you’re big on labels, it’s a hybrid administration/marketing internship.

Q: Is this a paid internship?

A: You’re cute, pumpkin. Never lose that childlike idealism. No.

Q: Can I do this for school credit?

A: That depends on your school, but we will do our best to make it possible. While it will hopefully be fun – Meg and I are delightfully zany fledgling comedy writers – the projects you’ll be working on are serious, and you will be getting experience doing various “business” things. If you need us to talk or email with your advisor or supervisor to reassure them that this is a xX FoR rEaLs Xx internship, we will.

Q: How tall must I be to ride, and junk?

A: Well, for various reasons, including and limited to the fact that Meg and I sometimes take “porn breaks” during writing sessions to refresh ourselves, you should probably be 18. 21 would be nice so you can run to the liquor store for us, but it’s not a requirement.

You need to be in Philly or DC or their commutable hinterlands this summer. You’ll be able to do some of the work from home, but we (or at least one of us) will need to meet with you at least once or twice a week, and you’ll need to be able to come in to process the merchandise. Without getting very specific, Meg lives in Dupont in DC and Chris lives near-ish Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia, so think about if that’s commutable for you. As far as scheduling goes, we know you have work n’ junk, and we’re willing to be flexible in scheduling, but there’s not going to be any early-morning shit if we can avoid it, because Meg and I are both essentially nocturnal.

A marketing/business background would be nice, since we don’t have that, but we’ll consider liberal arts faggots like ourselves if they put in good applications.

Q: How do I apply?

A: Hahahaha. SEND A RESUME AND A COVER LETTER to applications@2birds1blog.com. Don’t send us the same bullshit cover letter we all send about how this internship will “empower you to build on your dreams to achieve career-oriented goal solutions,” just tell us why you’d be good for the job. [Ed. Note: I don't care if you write a cover letter or not, based on principle. Chris might look down on you if you don't, but I might respect you more. It's a delicate dance, this Intern thing.]

Q: I’m a half-black, half-Eskimo bisexual polyamorous Wiccan with a parasitic twin that has Tourette’s. Can I still apply?

A: PLEASE DO. We don’t discriminate against any of those “race, creed, color, religion, sex, sexual orientation, level of ability, allergic to salt” protected categories listed on the bus. We will, however, discriminate against haters and squares.

Q: When?

A: Apply by MARCH 31. Don’t “Yang out” and turn your shit in late with a lot of misspelled bad sex and racism. We’ll put it up on the website and you’ll achieve a little notoriety, but you won’t get hired. We’ll work with you on the start date for the internship, but plan for mid-to-late May.

Q: If I have any questions, can I email you?

A: Yes, but use the meg@ and chris@ addresses. We probably won’t check the application email address until we start looking through the applications.

Q: This is awesome!

A: Word.

7.21.2010

QUICK FAVOR!

Hi guys! Can you do us a grand old favor and go here and vote for 2birds1blog as WTOP's best local blog? We'd highly appreciate it. Especially since we're losing. In a sort of embarrassing kind of way. And as today's post proves, life is embarrassing enough without having to publicly lose a local blog competition. (And now that I've said that, not only will we lose, but my pants will fall down and someone will ask when the baby's due. Sigh...).

THANKS GUYS!

2.26.2010

The Morning After. (& a Giveaway!)

Woooooooooo...I am hungover. Thank you to Alex, Scott, Carla, Jenna, Dan, Andrew of The Great Juno Debate Fame, Andrew not of The Jundo Debate Fame, Teresa, Laura and Lara who took me out and last night and stuffed me with various fried foods and alcohol until I couldn't see straight. You are all lambs. Lambs I would grill, shove in a pita, douse in tahini and eat up. What? I don't know. I might still be drunk. I want Amsterdam Fallafel. I also appreciate that when the check came and I reached for my wallet, everyone did the old oh put that away! as if it were my birthday and not because I had just gotten fired for a reason I think we all saw coming down the pike. Oh, you guys...

And speaking of losing my job! To answer the most frequently asked question from yesterday's post, I have absolutely no idea how ex-Boss #1 and ex-Boss #2 found the blog. None. The curiosity will drive us all to drink. (Too late.) I thought about asking when I saw that Boss #2 had an entire Encyclopedia's worth of printed blog posts tucked under her wing, but decided that might be too ballsy. Even for me. Mostly I just wanted to ask her to take the damn thing to Kinkos, bind it, slap some cover stock on it and bada-bing-bada-boom—book deal. AND THNXXXXX!

So, here we are. The day after THE DAY. I woke up at 8 this morning to write a post, felt like someone wearing brass knuckles was repeatedly punching me in the forehead and immediately went back to sleep. Now I'm lounging around my bed wearing nautical themed booty shorts watching a very poignant gun-control episode of 7th Heaven. It's not bad, you guys. It's not bad at all. I gotta say. Give me booty shorts and A. Simps or you give me death.

Now I hate to ask you guys a favor when you've all been so unbelievably kind and supportive...but I indeed totes have a favor to ask. Would you do me a solid and go here, scroll down to the third category of "People and Places", click "34 more," write in 2birds1blog for Best Local Blog/Blogger and submit it? That's it! That's all you have to do! You totally don't have to sign up for anything or vote for any other categories (unless you want to, of course.) Maybe get your friends and family to do it too? I'd appreciate it immensely.

In return, I will totally tell you something embarrassing. (Yes, embarrassing stories are my currency at this point. Things are touch-and-go.) So I woke up the other day and was about to hop in the shower when I looked in the mirror and noticed that I have these huge black and blue bruises alllllll over my upper-right thigh slash groinal region. To be frank, it looks like I had some straight up All-American rough-ass sex. (Not to be confused with rough COMMA, ass sex.) It looks like someone banged me out six ways to the weekend. Which would be exciting except I haven't had sex since the Nagano Olympics. (Which would put me in 8th grade, I think? Hm. Too early in the afternoon for statutory jokes?) Truth be told, the sex bruises are from carrying a shit ton of bags home from Trader Joe's and having a giant bottle of Pelligrino repeatedly bang into my crotch with each step I took. So what I'm trying to say is the closest thing I've had to awesome sex in a moth(s) of Sundays was with a Pelligrino bottle in the street. So. There's that.

...Meh, that wasn't that good of a story. Guess it's time to start throwing free shit at you, huh?? To thank you for being so amazingly supportive, we're doing a giveaway with our friends at jägerstore.com! And speaking of jägerstore, if you're only going to visit one alcohol based internet boutique this weekend, why not make it the jägerstore? (And no FCC, Jäger is not paying me to say that...yet.) Just leave a comment on today's post before midnight saying that you voted 2b1b for City Paper's Best of D.C. 2010 and you could win a totally badass Jager Cooler SLASH Shot Dispenser! [Edit: As of 11:45am on Saturday, February 27th, dis shit be closed. You can still vote and leave a comment, you just won't get any free shit out of it. Don't worry, there are more giveaways where this came from!]

And as much as I just love anonymous comments, you're going to have to use some sort of name so I can identify the winner tomorrow morning. Sound good? Awesome.

And speaking of alcohol—T.G.I. Hagman baby! A holiday needed now more than ever.


As of 1:09pm on February 26, 2010, Larry Hagman is............alive! And thank god for that. I don't know how I'd handle it if I got fired and Hagman got Fired with a capital F in the same week. My guess is with a lot of alcohol and cheese fries.

Alright, I think I'm too hungover to think of a drinking game this week. I hate when that happens. Make sure to vote for us and leave a comment before midnight! Thank you all so much again for your support and love! We love you right back and we're not going anywhere. Well, I'm probably going to put on a shirt, attempt to wipe the eye makeup off my face and venture out to get some coffee. But overall, I'm not going anywhere. Have a great weekend and thanks again for being so amazing. Kisses!



12.02.2009

I'm quickly becoming a contestant on More to Love

Knock, knock, knockHousekeeping! OK, a few things to clear up before we get to Chris' post:

1.) Happy birthday Jessica! You're 24! And in Florida! And not coming to Jäger Ball! WAMP, WAMP!

2.) Speaking of Jäger Ball, here's some info on a few satellite parties that have cropped up:

LA! 8pm. El Chavito (Connected to the El Chavo restaurant) 4441 W Sunset Blvd. Lindsey is manning that effort, so hit her up at keefner@gmail.com or @KeefnerL on Twitter!

Dallas! 8pm. The Quarter Bar at Breadwinners. 3301 McKinney Avenue. Let @THEasutinreed know if you're interested! (PS: kind of a hottie, right? I know. We've been emailing. No big deal.)


Atlata! Team Atlanta will be piggy-backing the Santa Pub Crawl.
Schedule of events:
5pm: Front Page News Midtown
6:30pm- Leopard Lounge
8pm - Sutra Lounge
9:30pm - Cosmopolitan
10:45pm - Eleven50
Say hi to Alvin at
amowusu11@gmail.com if you want to join the party! (And you'd better...)

Birmingham! 9pm. Bourbon Street Bar & Lounge. 1568 Cooper Hill Rd. Riley will be drinking "a baby" in the corner with Gussy. (LOCAL JOKES! LOOK AT ME!) rmcduff@gmail.com to join!

3.) Next item of business: remember how I used to harass you guys to vote for us for the Blogger's Choice Awards? Remember how annoying that was, so I stopped because I love you like that? Yeah. Well. I have to start again. The votes are getting a little too close for comfort and it would be a shame to lose it at the end. So if you're new to the blog, I'm going to have to go ahead and ask you to go here, sign up for an account (oh my god, I know, I'm sorry, but come on! We all know you're bored as sin at work right now! Consider it something productive to do!) and vote for 2birds1blog for the following three categories: Best Humor Blog, Best Blog About Stuff and Best Blog of All Time. And then ask your friends and family to do the same. And if you need motivation to take the time and vote, I ask you to simply read this. It's guaranteed to light a fire under your sweet, sweet ass. KTHNX!

4.) Ah...also we were nominated for Best Blog About Stuff after the whole Suzy Soro incident, so if you've already voted for us for Humor and All Time, can you do me a solid and vote for us for Best Blog About Stuff? Please? I mean, you already made an account. The hard party is over...And we only have 90 votes. It's embarrassing. Slash I'm grateful for each and every of them. THAAAAAAAAAANKS!

Now, let's get Christacular!


Thanksgiving has come and gone, and I've got the extra pounds to show for it. Not only did I rape and pillage a turkey with my mouth on Thanksgiving day, but I also ate everything that wasn't bolted down while I was home. I don't know what's worse of these two scenarios:
Back in the day, when Meg and I were first getting to know each other, I was hanging out with her and some of her AU friends, one of whom said to me, "Chris, why aren't you drinking?" To which I responded, "I just don't feel like drinking right now." Which was met with 100% legitimate shock and horror.
OR
On the car ride home, my mother turns to me and says "I was just telling your father when we were coming to get you that there's lots of leftovers in the fridge, but they won't be there for long once you get home."
So not only am I a fatty fatty two by four, I'm also a drunk. (You can judge this for yourself when you come to J
äger Ball this Saturday at Town Tavern from 8-11 PM. Although the level of drunk I will be there is not terribly indicative of my day to day level of drunk.)

But you know what? I can embrace the fact that not only do I like my drink, I also thoroughly enjoy my food. But I only eat like an escapee from fat camp when I'm safely in the house I grew up in. And I think there's several logical explanations for why that is.

1. I'm perpetually poor. And by the transitive property, no money is equal to no food. Meg is fond of gummi fangs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I prefer to go the Survivor route and feast on white rice. Unsalted, unbuttered, plain white rice. While this may be slightly more nutritious than gummi fangs, it is arguably less satisfying. So when I go home, I feel like Templeton the rat at the fairgrounds. My parent's cupboards are a veritable smorgasboard-orgasboard-
orgasboard, and I literally feast on everything in sight. Seriously, the first thing I do when I get to my parents' house is open the refridgerator. Because it's just nice to know that you have options if you're hungry. Do I want to eat leftover pork chops or pizza? Beef stew? Sometimes, I can't handle all of the choice and I just break down into tears. I'm not proud.

2. There's no judgment at home. If I were to unhinge my jaw, and tip the entire contents of my parents' pantry into my stomach, not a single person in my family would think any differently of me. In fact, this is kind of expected of me. But let's be serious, in a family where my father always orders two meals when we go out for dinner, am I really going to be looked down upon? I'm more apt to disappoint my family if I don't eat a hearty meal. I'm getting away from the point, however. The kitchen of my parents' house is like Vegas, because what happens there, stays there. So if I do a keg stand with a vat of gravy, my parents will just look at me lovingly, and then go about their parently business. No harm, no foul.

3. Sometimes, home is just straight up boring. Since I've moved away from home, first for college, and then again to NYC, I've lost touch with practically everyone I grew up with. So without the distraction of friends to hang out with, going home is like being sentenced to solitary confinement. There's only so much TV I can watch without getting jittery. And the internet loses its appeal after hour number 5. (I know, who'd've thunk it?!) When I'm home, I usually end up pinballing from the TV, to the computer, to the fridge. Lather, rinse, repeat. I'm all too aware that boredom eating is a terrible decision and I'm about three hamburgers away from a TLC special on eating disorders, but when there's nothing else to do, my body tells me to eat. And eat. And eat. I can't help but listen. If that involves making a sandwich out of homemade bread, leftover steak tips, and American cheese, well then who am I to argue?

4. Storing food for the winter, ever heard of it? If it's good enough for woodland creatures, than it's good enough for me. Harkening back to point #1 (doesn't everything come back to that point?), I don't know when the next time I'll see food is, so I might as well eat until I'm uncomfortably full when I have the chance. For reals though, when I got back to my apartment on Sunday, my fridge contained: hummus older than the Reagan administration, chocolate syrup, grape jelly, 3 Miller High Lifes, a jar of pickles (containing 1 pickle), mayo, mustard, packets of soy sauce and duck sauce, and maraschino cherries. All of which is edible, but aside from the pickle and the beer, you can't really sit down and eat a tub of mayo. Hence the binging while I'm at my parents' house. And the purging when I return to my daily regimen of white rice and shame.

Luckily for me, going back to my parents' house only happens sparingly. So in the intervening months, I've got time to starve away the pounds. Because as Kate Moss said "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels." Which is obviously appended with "Except for everything in your parents' cupboards when you're at home."
 
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