Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tequila!!
I had to post this because yet again I must learn that tequila is the devil! My advice is: Don't go to a birthday brunch where they are serving pitchers of margaritas! whoa! Everyone got messy... Ok bye peeps...
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Automobile Short Story #4
Well it has been a while since I wrote my last true automobile short story! I know child, but I was busy during the holidays plus trying to get things sorted for the new year. Now I am super busy with work, learning new computer programs, fixing my portfolio, and studying again for the ARE (Architect Registration Examination). Uggh, but I am in it to win it fer sures! So I am trying to keep this going too! Which brings me to this story. I will have to say a couple of things though, probably as a preface to explain my awesome scholarly choices.
When I was right out of high school during the mid 90's, I really got into listening to house music and started going to all night raves. Like duh for those who know me... I had graduated high school a semester early (there was a time when I was an overachiever, haha!) and moved up to Denver. So during this time, I was all about going to these parties, dancing all night long, and then sometimes having to go straight to work. It went like this; Every Friday, I would go to a Fab Friday party, dance all night, then go home, sleep a couple of hours maybe, then go to work if I was scheduled, then get ready, then go to a rave Saturday night, dance all night, then go home, most likely not sleep, and then go to work. I would finally sleep Sunday night and then basically be good from Monday - Thursday... This went on for about 5 months before heading off to my freshman year in college.. Call me cray, I know for real. And then to take it further cheyeld, starting college with an Architecture major also meant a lot of staying up all hours of the night, actually many sleepless nights working on projects to make the deadlines! Oof! So when I started college, a few semesters in the beginning of my college career got a little out of hand where these two worlds of academia and all night raving were starting to collide with eachother!!. For example, there was this one semester when I thought it was such a great idea to take a 6 credit hour Studio and a 3 hour AutoCAD class over the summer. It went like this.. We would have a deadline for our work due every Monday for critique, So basically I would be in the studio working on models and drawings all week up til Friday night, then sleep, then go back to the studio to work more, then get ready for Saturday night's party, dance all night, then head back to the studio to work all Sunday night for Monday's critique.. And then child, I would head to my other class that day and would finally head home and sleep Monday night. And I did this for 3 months.. Anyways, needless to say, I somewhat became a night owl and sometimes when the sun would come up, I would have a hard time trying to go to sleep. Hmmm well, staying up all night and then going through the next day without sleep caught up with me a few times, and here is one of them. Hoagh!
Oh yeah!!! Back to the story...Picture this, it was the beginning of Summer of 1998 in Denver CO, and I had just finished my spring semester of college. I was going to be on a couple of weeks of break, and then I was going to start taking that Studio class that I mentioned previously...mmmmmhmmmmm... So I was all about letting my hair down and wasn't about to miss any gathering or party adventure! So one Friday night, I got into my black 1987 Nissan Pulsar, and headed over to a friends house to have a couple of drinks... While listening to records there , my homegirl Melissa and my home boy Josh convinced me that since we were on the list, we needed to hit this party up in Boulder at a friend's club, and I was of course "Let's Roll on up there then bitches!". So we got into my car and cruised up to Boulder, thinking to myself that it was going to be a fun early night, no big deal.. Yeah right, we had so much fun that we ended up shutting the place down, and meeting new peeps who invited us to an after party in Broomfield, which is a small suburban area on the way back to Denver... Anyways, we went and partied even more, while our friends took turns playing records. I actually met one of my homies for the first time too, who complimented me on my vintage motorcycle photograph tank top btw... (Yes cheyeld, I still have that tank top!) So we finally left and headed back to Denver at like 10:00 am! I know, CRACKACITA!!! RAVEACITA!! Luckily we were fine and it was a smooth ride home, with the t-tops off the roof and the latest Vitamin D promotional tape blasting on the stereo! (Shout out to Vitamin D for sure! haha). I drop my friends off and head home to shower and sleep, since I didn't have to work that day..
Oh yeah, so I lay down and maybe doze off for a few minutes here and there to realize that I am basically not going to be able to sleep til way later. Hmmmm. So I get up and head into the living room to hang out and talk to one of my roommates, Robbie. We start chit chatting and then it hits me that today is one of my best friend's birthday and homegirl is having an outdoor party back up in Boulder! So I decide that we should go to the party since I wouldn't want to miss it and had already said that I would be there.. I know! We get ready, get into my car (You know, that awesome 1987 black Nissan Pulsar I mentioned earlier) and head on back on up there. We meet at my friends house to round up the troops, put the keg in the trunk, and then head to a park in north Boulder. T'was a lot of fun hanging out with my peeps, but I of course someone thought it was a great idea to do Tequila shots and I wonder whose idea that could have been?! Anyways, I started going down fast after that, which led to me walking over to my car to take a disco nap, while everyone else partied on.
So my homeboy Robbie wakes me up a while later saying he's ready to head back and that since I am in no shape to drive, he will drive my car, which I was truly grateful for at the moment. So what do I do you ask!? My ass passes back out as we drive away from the park. A few minutes go by, according to what happens next, and I am woken up by a loud smack! I open my eyes and see the hood of my car folded up towards me. Basically, we were driving up a hill in a residential neighborhood and when we got up to a curve that veered left, a car came toward us out of the blind spot from the curve which caused my friend to swerve out of the way, overcorrect, and crash into a tree that caused my car to be sandwiched between the tree we hit and the one behind the car. And guess what was beyond that tree you ask? A cliff with a 30'-40' drop off! S C A R Y! This is where it gets cray! There were people outside in their front yard down the street who witnessed the whole thing, so of course the cops and emergency services were called right away. Luckily we weren't hurt or anything, but Robbie decides to tell me in that instant, "Tony, I have to leave right now because I have two warrants for my arrest!" So homeboy takes off down the cliff, runs to the party at the park, tells the people what happens, and then continues on into the sunset! Meanwhile, the police show up and here I am a mess. They start to bust out the handcuffs when luckily those people, witnesses, (Can I get a witness? That's for Brady) told the police that I wasn't driving and that the person who was took off. So they started asking all kinds of questions. I basically told them this awesome lie that I was at a party, and this kid who was there that I knew mostly as an aquaintance, needed a ride to Denver and that I told him it would be no problem as long as he drove us back so I could drink! Totally believable right?
Anyways! I get my car towed, the police drop me off at the downtown Boulder bus station, and I head back to Denver on the bus, barefoot!!! I forgot to mention, chiolds, that while I was staggering and getting out of my wrecked car, I lost my flip flops that I was wearing down the cliff! Ay ay ay.. Needless to say, I made it home in one piece thankfully. Eeeee, talk about craziness. Oh also I need to mention that a week before this, I took my car to the shop because of an exhaust problem, and the mechanic did a compression test on the cylinders which to the discovery was the fact that I was going to need a rebuilt engine, so the car was going to be on it's way out within a matter of time anyway, but I didn't know it would be with a bang!
So I always end these lovely short stories with a moral of the story, but this one definitley has so many, that I have to improvise and give you only a few to choose from.. So here are your choices.
A. Don't let your friends convince you to go to an afterparty after being up all night.
B. Don't go to an after after party in another city without sleeping.
C. Don't drink tequila shots at a party when you know damn well that you have to drive to another city to get back home.
D. Don't let a friend or criminal who has a warrant drive your car.
E. Don't wear flip flops in case your in a car accident with a tree.
Here are some pics of my car for your visual needs too......
When I was right out of high school during the mid 90's, I really got into listening to house music and started going to all night raves. Like duh for those who know me... I had graduated high school a semester early (there was a time when I was an overachiever, haha!) and moved up to Denver. So during this time, I was all about going to these parties, dancing all night long, and then sometimes having to go straight to work. It went like this; Every Friday, I would go to a Fab Friday party, dance all night, then go home, sleep a couple of hours maybe, then go to work if I was scheduled, then get ready, then go to a rave Saturday night, dance all night, then go home, most likely not sleep, and then go to work. I would finally sleep Sunday night and then basically be good from Monday - Thursday... This went on for about 5 months before heading off to my freshman year in college.. Call me cray, I know for real. And then to take it further cheyeld, starting college with an Architecture major also meant a lot of staying up all hours of the night, actually many sleepless nights working on projects to make the deadlines! Oof! So when I started college, a few semesters in the beginning of my college career got a little out of hand where these two worlds of academia and all night raving were starting to collide with eachother!!. For example, there was this one semester when I thought it was such a great idea to take a 6 credit hour Studio and a 3 hour AutoCAD class over the summer. It went like this.. We would have a deadline for our work due every Monday for critique, So basically I would be in the studio working on models and drawings all week up til Friday night, then sleep, then go back to the studio to work more, then get ready for Saturday night's party, dance all night, then head back to the studio to work all Sunday night for Monday's critique.. And then child, I would head to my other class that day and would finally head home and sleep Monday night. And I did this for 3 months.. Anyways, needless to say, I somewhat became a night owl and sometimes when the sun would come up, I would have a hard time trying to go to sleep. Hmmm well, staying up all night and then going through the next day without sleep caught up with me a few times, and here is one of them. Hoagh!
Oh yeah!!! Back to the story...Picture this, it was the beginning of Summer of 1998 in Denver CO, and I had just finished my spring semester of college. I was going to be on a couple of weeks of break, and then I was going to start taking that Studio class that I mentioned previously...mmmmmhmmmmm... So I was all about letting my hair down and wasn't about to miss any gathering or party adventure! So one Friday night, I got into my black 1987 Nissan Pulsar, and headed over to a friends house to have a couple of drinks... While listening to records there , my homegirl Melissa and my home boy Josh convinced me that since we were on the list, we needed to hit this party up in Boulder at a friend's club, and I was of course "Let's Roll on up there then bitches!". So we got into my car and cruised up to Boulder, thinking to myself that it was going to be a fun early night, no big deal.. Yeah right, we had so much fun that we ended up shutting the place down, and meeting new peeps who invited us to an after party in Broomfield, which is a small suburban area on the way back to Denver... Anyways, we went and partied even more, while our friends took turns playing records. I actually met one of my homies for the first time too, who complimented me on my vintage motorcycle photograph tank top btw... (Yes cheyeld, I still have that tank top!) So we finally left and headed back to Denver at like 10:00 am! I know, CRACKACITA!!! RAVEACITA!! Luckily we were fine and it was a smooth ride home, with the t-tops off the roof and the latest Vitamin D promotional tape blasting on the stereo! (Shout out to Vitamin D for sure! haha). I drop my friends off and head home to shower and sleep, since I didn't have to work that day..
Oh yeah, so I lay down and maybe doze off for a few minutes here and there to realize that I am basically not going to be able to sleep til way later. Hmmmm. So I get up and head into the living room to hang out and talk to one of my roommates, Robbie. We start chit chatting and then it hits me that today is one of my best friend's birthday and homegirl is having an outdoor party back up in Boulder! So I decide that we should go to the party since I wouldn't want to miss it and had already said that I would be there.. I know! We get ready, get into my car (You know, that awesome 1987 black Nissan Pulsar I mentioned earlier) and head on back on up there. We meet at my friends house to round up the troops, put the keg in the trunk, and then head to a park in north Boulder. T'was a lot of fun hanging out with my peeps, but I of course someone thought it was a great idea to do Tequila shots and I wonder whose idea that could have been?! Anyways, I started going down fast after that, which led to me walking over to my car to take a disco nap, while everyone else partied on.
So my homeboy Robbie wakes me up a while later saying he's ready to head back and that since I am in no shape to drive, he will drive my car, which I was truly grateful for at the moment. So what do I do you ask!? My ass passes back out as we drive away from the park. A few minutes go by, according to what happens next, and I am woken up by a loud smack! I open my eyes and see the hood of my car folded up towards me. Basically, we were driving up a hill in a residential neighborhood and when we got up to a curve that veered left, a car came toward us out of the blind spot from the curve which caused my friend to swerve out of the way, overcorrect, and crash into a tree that caused my car to be sandwiched between the tree we hit and the one behind the car. And guess what was beyond that tree you ask? A cliff with a 30'-40' drop off! S C A R Y! This is where it gets cray! There were people outside in their front yard down the street who witnessed the whole thing, so of course the cops and emergency services were called right away. Luckily we weren't hurt or anything, but Robbie decides to tell me in that instant, "Tony, I have to leave right now because I have two warrants for my arrest!" So homeboy takes off down the cliff, runs to the party at the park, tells the people what happens, and then continues on into the sunset! Meanwhile, the police show up and here I am a mess. They start to bust out the handcuffs when luckily those people, witnesses, (Can I get a witness? That's for Brady) told the police that I wasn't driving and that the person who was took off. So they started asking all kinds of questions. I basically told them this awesome lie that I was at a party, and this kid who was there that I knew mostly as an aquaintance, needed a ride to Denver and that I told him it would be no problem as long as he drove us back so I could drink! Totally believable right?
Anyways! I get my car towed, the police drop me off at the downtown Boulder bus station, and I head back to Denver on the bus, barefoot!!! I forgot to mention, chiolds, that while I was staggering and getting out of my wrecked car, I lost my flip flops that I was wearing down the cliff! Ay ay ay.. Needless to say, I made it home in one piece thankfully. Eeeee, talk about craziness. Oh also I need to mention that a week before this, I took my car to the shop because of an exhaust problem, and the mechanic did a compression test on the cylinders which to the discovery was the fact that I was going to need a rebuilt engine, so the car was going to be on it's way out within a matter of time anyway, but I didn't know it would be with a bang!
So I always end these lovely short stories with a moral of the story, but this one definitley has so many, that I have to improvise and give you only a few to choose from.. So here are your choices.
A. Don't let your friends convince you to go to an afterparty after being up all night.
B. Don't go to an after after party in another city without sleeping.
C. Don't drink tequila shots at a party when you know damn well that you have to drive to another city to get back home.
D. Don't let a friend or criminal who has a warrant drive your car.
E. Don't wear flip flops in case your in a car accident with a tree.
Here are some pics of my car for your visual needs too......
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
The Moth Presents Kimberly Reed: Life Flight... Gurl!!
Omg! Listen to this! And then child, watch on netflixx "Prodigal Sons".. It's a documentary about homegirl...
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
New Year!!!
Ok you guys! Uggh, I have been slacking lately!!! I blame it on the holidays... Seriously, more stories to come... Stay tuned....
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Renovation Project in Woodstock, NY!
Hey bitches!!! I'm back again, only this time I am here to show a project I worked on a couple of years back! My friends bought a vacation house in Woodstock, NY, and did some major renovations on the property. One of the big challenge renovations was the Master Bedroom and Bathroom. It had gone through some major altering since the house was built in the 70's. It was first a loft area and had a u shape staircase in the middle of it. Then at some point in the 80's I think, the previous owners turned it into a Master Bedroom and Bath. Oh your god though, they had installed an oversized step up jacuzzi tub, a small ass sink, and weird toilet room in the middle. Really weird space.
So jeez louise, this was a challenge to reconfigure because 1, two walls are barn house shaped and angled, and 2, there are windows on every wall including 3 skylights. Also, there was no closet and no where to put one with all the windows.. So I came up with the idea of keeping the space totally open, except with a closet in the center so that when your in bed, the back of the closet can be used to put a TV against it with some privacy in the bathroom. We added 2 sinks, a shower and a free standing tub. The owners also added radiant heated tile floors throughout. It turned out pretty cool. Anyways, have a look and tell me what you think!
So jeez louise, this was a challenge to reconfigure because 1, two walls are barn house shaped and angled, and 2, there are windows on every wall including 3 skylights. Also, there was no closet and no where to put one with all the windows.. So I came up with the idea of keeping the space totally open, except with a closet in the center so that when your in bed, the back of the closet can be used to put a TV against it with some privacy in the bathroom. We added 2 sinks, a shower and a free standing tub. The owners also added radiant heated tile floors throughout. It turned out pretty cool. Anyways, have a look and tell me what you think!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Salvation Lies Within The Breslin Does Mexican in Murray Hill
New Mexican Taco Place in Murray Hill! See below:
Salvation Taco
at the Pod 39 Hotel
145 E 39th St
(between 3rd and Lexington)
New York, NY 10016
Automobile Short Story #3!
So I have been mulling around about which story to tell next regarding my adventures with automobiles and my awesome luck with them... I'm totally innocent in this one for real, and for once, child.. Oh and you just cannot make this stuff up either!! This also happened in my 20's, but here in Brooklyn. As I said before, I love Manhattan and if I could, I would live here forever, but, our space is getting cramped, so who knows where we will b in the next couple of years. Not that we are leaving New York by any means. Also I'm still in my Carrie Bradshaw phase, for real... My Brooklynite friends are always trying to convince me to move back. They are all like "You can have a car and everything is cheaper here!". And I'm all "No way Jose!".. And this is the reason! Oh yeah and by the way and for the record, I'm not all about dissing about where people live and those who do are lame asses and need to get over themselves... So there...
Picture this child, middle of January 2004, and my ass has to go to Philadelphia for a Visual Merchandising Manager's conference for the weekend. At the time, I was working for Diesel USA and had been with the company for about 4 years. Helped open the Cherry Creek Store in Denver previously, and had by this time transferred with the company to New York. Was working at the Lexington flagship store and Just started going out to Long Island to work at the store out there, which required me to have a car.. Good thing I kept my car when I moved out here, otherwise that would have been a nightmare and daymare of a commute, like 2 hours each way child...
Anyways mates, the meeting goes really well and I actually had a great time! It was a nice break from the store, mostly because my manager was a total bitch. She was the type of evil whore that acts nice to you in front of other employees but then when it is just the two of you, she ends up being mean, critical, and micro-manager. Also, for some reason, she was also condescending to me and it had to do with the fact that I had just moved from Denver. Estupida! Little did she know! So then, back to the story. I take the train back to New York on Sunday morning because I have to work late afternoon! (And by the way, everybody else who was at the meeting had Sunday off! See I told you my boss was lame!). "No biggie! I'll just head home, drop off my stuff, and drive out to Long Island!", I say to myself.
So I get back to my apartment in Williamsburg, get ready and then walk down to the Williamsburg bridge to where my car is parked. As soon as I turn the corner I look down the street and my car is not there!! So of course I'm all, "Where the fuck is my car?!" So what do I do you ask? I call the police to report my car stolen, and get this, they are all telling me that I have an unpaid parking ticket from a month prior, and that my car was probably towed to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and to contact them. So I do and they are closed for the day. But then I'm all "No way, my car is a 1994 Acura Integra (only 70,000 miles on it) and I know that those cars are a target for parts from kids who like to supe up their Hondas or Acuras! Someone stole it for sure I think". So I call the police and tell them to get their asses down to where I am at so I can make a police report. Reluctantly they do and show up an hour later, and of course they can't even tell me if my car was towed or not.. Uggh, so they fill out the report, and then I head home and call off work...
But then child, as I am at the apartment, the wheels start turning in my head and I'm all, "Wait! What if my car really has been towed, then I need to go online and find out if I have a parking ticket because they probably won't let me get my car out without proof that the ticket has been paid." So of course I call my friend in Manhattan to see if he is at home because I hadn't had the internet installed at my apartment yet. So I find out that my homie is there and he tells me it's cool to come over and use his computer. Werd, so I get ready and head to the L train. I get to the L train and of course, they are doing maintenance on the track and the train is not running all weekend. So I am all "Great, now my ass has to walk all the way up and catch the G train, take it to Queens, transfer to the E, and head into the city that way!" So I head up north on Bedford towards the Nassau stop.
This is where it gets more nightmarish. I cross North 11th St, and as I am turning my head to see if there are any cars coming, I look down the street and about 100 feet away is my fucking car!!! "How the fuck did it get here?!" I say to myself. So I get real excited as I walk towards it only to find that the whole inside has been stripped! The seats and the center console are gone! Oh and get this, my stereo and CD 6 changer in the trunk is all intact! Weird. They completely sawed through my club on the steering wheel, stole the car, stripped it, and then left it in the same neighborhood. So I get the thing towed and I say "Fuck it, I am going to sell it on craigslist now!" So I do and the hellish commute commences, which doesn't last too long.
But as I always tend to move forward and try not dwell too much on the past, (Could you imagine if I did!? I'd probably be real depressed! haha) I totally look at this whole drama for your mama event in retrospect as a blessing in disguise. It actually made me look for a new job in the city, which I found not too soon afterwards, and no more evil boss either!
So the moral of the story is, well here are your choices!
A. Don't leave your car parked under the Williamsburg Bridge.
B. Don't work for evil whores!
C. Drive to Philadelphia, don't take the train.
D. Park your car in a garage when you leave town..
Oh wait! here is picture of my car that I found online....
Picture this child, middle of January 2004, and my ass has to go to Philadelphia for a Visual Merchandising Manager's conference for the weekend. At the time, I was working for Diesel USA and had been with the company for about 4 years. Helped open the Cherry Creek Store in Denver previously, and had by this time transferred with the company to New York. Was working at the Lexington flagship store and Just started going out to Long Island to work at the store out there, which required me to have a car.. Good thing I kept my car when I moved out here, otherwise that would have been a nightmare and daymare of a commute, like 2 hours each way child...
Anyways mates, the meeting goes really well and I actually had a great time! It was a nice break from the store, mostly because my manager was a total bitch. She was the type of evil whore that acts nice to you in front of other employees but then when it is just the two of you, she ends up being mean, critical, and micro-manager. Also, for some reason, she was also condescending to me and it had to do with the fact that I had just moved from Denver. Estupida! Little did she know! So then, back to the story. I take the train back to New York on Sunday morning because I have to work late afternoon! (And by the way, everybody else who was at the meeting had Sunday off! See I told you my boss was lame!). "No biggie! I'll just head home, drop off my stuff, and drive out to Long Island!", I say to myself.
So I get back to my apartment in Williamsburg, get ready and then walk down to the Williamsburg bridge to where my car is parked. As soon as I turn the corner I look down the street and my car is not there!! So of course I'm all, "Where the fuck is my car?!" So what do I do you ask? I call the police to report my car stolen, and get this, they are all telling me that I have an unpaid parking ticket from a month prior, and that my car was probably towed to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and to contact them. So I do and they are closed for the day. But then I'm all "No way, my car is a 1994 Acura Integra (only 70,000 miles on it) and I know that those cars are a target for parts from kids who like to supe up their Hondas or Acuras! Someone stole it for sure I think". So I call the police and tell them to get their asses down to where I am at so I can make a police report. Reluctantly they do and show up an hour later, and of course they can't even tell me if my car was towed or not.. Uggh, so they fill out the report, and then I head home and call off work...
But then child, as I am at the apartment, the wheels start turning in my head and I'm all, "Wait! What if my car really has been towed, then I need to go online and find out if I have a parking ticket because they probably won't let me get my car out without proof that the ticket has been paid." So of course I call my friend in Manhattan to see if he is at home because I hadn't had the internet installed at my apartment yet. So I find out that my homie is there and he tells me it's cool to come over and use his computer. Werd, so I get ready and head to the L train. I get to the L train and of course, they are doing maintenance on the track and the train is not running all weekend. So I am all "Great, now my ass has to walk all the way up and catch the G train, take it to Queens, transfer to the E, and head into the city that way!" So I head up north on Bedford towards the Nassau stop.
This is where it gets more nightmarish. I cross North 11th St, and as I am turning my head to see if there are any cars coming, I look down the street and about 100 feet away is my fucking car!!! "How the fuck did it get here?!" I say to myself. So I get real excited as I walk towards it only to find that the whole inside has been stripped! The seats and the center console are gone! Oh and get this, my stereo and CD 6 changer in the trunk is all intact! Weird. They completely sawed through my club on the steering wheel, stole the car, stripped it, and then left it in the same neighborhood. So I get the thing towed and I say "Fuck it, I am going to sell it on craigslist now!" So I do and the hellish commute commences, which doesn't last too long.
But as I always tend to move forward and try not dwell too much on the past, (Could you imagine if I did!? I'd probably be real depressed! haha) I totally look at this whole drama for your mama event in retrospect as a blessing in disguise. It actually made me look for a new job in the city, which I found not too soon afterwards, and no more evil boss either!
So the moral of the story is, well here are your choices!
A. Don't leave your car parked under the Williamsburg Bridge.
B. Don't work for evil whores!
C. Drive to Philadelphia, don't take the train.
D. Park your car in a garage when you leave town..
Oh wait! here is picture of my car that I found online....
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