W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> Moi, Toi, et VoI: December 2006

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Music Is My Boyfriend.

As are the gin & tonics and solitude I am enjoying right now.

(Conscience Clean)

Crazy busy week at The Canary. Tomorrow is the final day of insanity until Valentine's Day and I'm feeling a little wistful about the prospect of walking away from the shop once every couple of weeks for a day or two.

(some track from Tranceport)

So totally kidding.

Not sure what the hell I'm going to do with all that free time.

But right now I'm sitting on SFG's couch with drink, computer, view of the river and the iPod on Top Rated on the stereo (Was There Anything I Could Do). And SFG, god bless 'im, is at his parents' for the night to install window insulation tomorrow morning. Tee hee! And I'm actually toying with the idea of kitchen singing/dancing...

Tomorrow is work, followed by a BIG EAGLES' GAME, followed by the (Everything That Touches You) butternut hazelnut gruyere lasagne that I just finished prepping, followed by fireworks on the Delaware, followed by a viewing of The Queen sometime during New Year's Day.

Sounds good to me.

(The Sun On His Back)!

Happy New Year, y'all!

Friday, December 29, 2006


Rasputina brought a little cd player to The Canary so that we can now wholeheartedly enjoy our piano-playing free days with some tunes.

Yesterday morning, I-dog and I played Ace of Base as a little wake-up with our coffee. And loved every frickin' minute of it.

T-Bone came in a little while later, hunted through the ginormous pile of cds on the countertop and said sheepishly, "Does anybody mind if I put on Ace of Base?"

I-Dog and I looked at each other like a couple of crackwhores offered a special deal. "No. Go ahead." never revealing our sad addiction. Ace of Base is the monkey on our backs.

Today The Bassoonist, my newest baker from Titep Ruof, confessed that Ace of Base was the first cd she ever bought.

And then we danced.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Bakers Know How to Party.

As evidenced by last night's Canary staff Holiday Extravaganza.

Three boxes of wine, 2 six packs, a bottle of Jack, a bottle of Bombay, and 3 pizzas made the magic happen.


KDizzle pouring wine and crushed Vermonter bars on her "boobies".
KDizzle talking about how everyone is looking at her "boobies".
Mad-Lib-esque Group text messages to Jebediah (whose girlfriend wouldn't let him come to the party) saying "Jebediah, you fucker. Let's bang." from Rasputina's phone.
Playing Smack the Bladder with the near-empty wine boxes.
T-Bone hitting on the bartender at Sal's, thus revealing his bi-side.
Finding a lone wooden crutch in the Canary this morning.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

I Am More Annoying Than I Usually Am

because I'm sick.

More specifically, coughing up a lung. I was up half the night hacking away. Take note people: Homeopathic cough syrup from Whole Foods does absolutely nothing.

I took some Comtrex Day and it's not helping. Maybe Comtrex Night will work better.

Just heard on Dr. Phil: Taking Robotussin is called Robotrippin'.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

"The Only Thing That's Getting Lit This Hanukkah Is Me."

Ok, it's not mine, but I've been given permission to use it.

J didn't give me the option of bagging on Sex Dwarf . And I'm so glad. We had a great time. And the gaggle of drunk gay boyfriends telling me how hot I was definitely added to the positive spin on the evening.

I think every woman should have a gaggle of gay boys for this purpose. What a great business concept - hire out groups of infectiously funny, catty, stylish boy-boyfriends to dote over you when you're feeling down. I bet women would pay good money for that service.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Happy-ish Hannukah.

Card from my mom:
Dear Oy Vey,
I hope you will light your menorah and find something and someone wonderful to do & be with.
Love you,

One of the menorahs is broken, and Mr. X has the other one, but I am going to Sex Dwarf tonight.

So far no plans for any of the holidays at this point. It's very weird that half of my family has vanished with Mr. X. I am simultaneously looking forward to and horribly depressed about the prospect of not celebrating the holidays this year. I've decided to simply own being kind of sad about it. But! I can do whatever I want, can't I? I could go for a movie and Chinese on Christmas. I could sleep. I could go to a fancy hotel and take a bubble bath.

Hey Christine, thanks for stopping by today! We must continue the PdG tradition in 2007....

Happy Birthday Martha!

Sunday, December 10, 2006


Saturday, December 09, 2006

Live A Little.

I'm back. Sort of. Just checking in. I'll try to keep the ghost writers to a minimum.

This week has been crazy dead here at The Circus. Like summer dead. Go figure. But things appear to be looking up on that front today. Can't keep the people away from The Canary.

Went to The Pernice Brothers show with A, C and their four month old baby the other night.* And while I didn't get to meet and greet Joe Pernice, we did have dinner with the drummer. That was cool enough for this groupie!

The other night SFG told me I'm a "good woman". I appreciate the sweetness of the sentiment, but I'm not really sure what exactly that means? Mother Theresa was a good woman. Hilary Clinton is a good woman. Susan B. Anthony was a good woman, wasn't she? But Oy Vey? Hmm...? Not sure what to make of this....thoughts from the peanut gallery?

In short, it would be really picture perfect to have some semblance of stability in my life right now. Whether it be my business, my relationship, my mood, whatever. Can't The Universe throw a girl a good karma bone?

Speaking of, SFG had a reading with My Psychic today. Can't wait to hear about it....

*Don't worry. They put earplugs and earmuffs on the baby, who slept through the whole show. No flaming please.

Monday, December 04, 2006

hmmmm what to say.....
Well, let me first say that this isn't Oy Vey. She's here...eating things on pita bread and drinking wine that despite coming from a box and being weeks old is still delicious. I suppose for blogging purposes I should refer to myself as Rasputina. Our girl isn't feeling up to blogging but wanted to say something as her last blog might've been worrisome. ANYWAY, that's where I come in....having finished the schedule for the canary and a few glasses of wine I am attepting to ...uhhhhh well, frankly I don't know. She said blog and I'm blogging. or am I...? not sure. ERM....well, in addition to overusing elipses I will I guess just say that OyVey is Okay and that I am a gaylord for attempting to jumpstart the return of the word 'gaylord'. Oh well. SO, thing is....O.V. has just announced that she thinks that she's "officially drunk" which I suppose is different than the unofficial drunk that she's been for the last hour. I cannot get into what is being babbled about right now...except to say that I'm being chastised for drinking my wine too slowly and that as it turns out O.V. REALLY thinks she should be working in a test kitchen getting paid to come up with shit. Getting paid a lot. And oh, would anyone like
to buy the CANARY? For like, a lot of money? Anyone? Anyone? Alright, I'm gonna get to some kind of point and go back to trying to help this lady.....Point is: Our girl is freaking out. Not an end of the world freak out but still....times are stressful in general, plus the canary, plus the holidays blah blah blah. Sometimes it's hard to see your way out of something overwhelming right? So, just everyone do what they can to help...and I will too....and no more awful blogs from me I promise. K. Later.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Right Now The Truth Is


I'm tired.
I cry myself to sleep every other night.
I'm terrified of not being able to pay my rent.
I'm not looking forward to the day very soon when I'll have no health insurance.
I'm really depressed and really scared, even though in my heart I know I didn't make a mistake ending this marriage.
I wish I'd never gotten into this small business bullshit to begin with.
I wish I could walk away from all of this and never come back.