[The Dream Date series continues with Deutlich from Speak on It!]
6:00pm – Meet up for dinner. Doesn’t matter where. Get all the obligatory chitty chat out of the way before becoming entirely consumed with each other’s greatness. This won’t take long. Have you seen us??
7:00pm – Power drink at Tribeca, stay for an iPod battle. Possibly enter the iPod battle. No, no. It wouldn’t be fair. We’d have to be the headliners after the competition. Songs from junior high mixed with indie rock and europop? UNSTOPPABLE.
2:00am – Get kicked out of Tribeca once they realize I was that guy who refused to put his shirt on after cracking his ribs in the bathoom. Leave gracefully. Ish.
3:00am – Attempt to make it an all-nighter before realizing the lack of 24-hour things in Halifax. Stumble along the waterfront, making fun of drug deals and sex hook-ups. “Don’t do it! He has craaaaaaaaabs!”
4:00am – Pick up fast food on the way to Video Difference. Peruse porn section, laughing at the titles, discussing potential plots, and choosing the people we’d actually sleep with.
4:30am – Settle on a hilarious fetish flick like older women from Norway who are into spanking men dressed in oversized animal costumes. Call newf to explain. Convince him to get out of bed to come get us.
5:00am – Fall asleep to the sounds of spanks and meows.
{ 46 comments… read them below or add one }
Mermanda: You’ve got that one right!
Lauren: Except you might not be able to digest all that cheese then…still…it’ll be exciting!
Lonredcape: HIGH FIVE!
Not even FIVE minutes ago I was thinking, “You know what? God, I suck. My design skills will never be as good as the rest of the graphic designing universe. Is it because I’m lazy? Because I’m not creative?” and I completely ignored the fact that a high man on the totem pole where I work took me into his office the other day to tell me how great I was and that my design skills were “head and shoulders above” my predecessor. I need to just quit thinking how much I suck and remind myself just how AWESOME I really am.
Thanks!
This is the best post ever for so many reasons, but mainly:
1) Pizza parties will always be exciting. I will be 80 and still excited about a pizza party in my retirement home.
2) I want that attitude! I am awesome too!
I love imagining you giggling. Giggling and eating pizza. Is there a more happy image in the world? No.
It’s not a real pizza party unless they pass out trophies to every. single. person.
This makes me want to kiss both of you. And eat pizza, which I don’t need to be encouraged to do.
FABULOUS advice!
Uh, GIRL CRUSH!
And I like her wisdom.
I love pizza. I want some right now!! I'm on a liquid diet… I wonder if it blends well… Memo to self: test “pizza in blender= delicious” theory.
You are a rockstar, Ben & down right, fab & rad!
That is the best thing I’ve heard in awhile. And I would kill for a pizza party right now. I might go make a mexican pizza party for myself right now. except it might just be in the shape of a quesadille. But you know what? …whatever…I’m FABULOUS.
Ooh! I have hair like that! I must be fabulous.. (he he)
MMMMM….Pizza!! Cheezy saucy gooey goodness…mmmmm.
(eating it is good too.)
So, Ben…you’re just now buying a ticket to “Awesome Town”?? Shoot….I’m the mayor..(in my town at least). Trust me, I consider myself “Rad” already.
Of course, my 13 yr old son is sitting next to me as I write this comment and he’s not thinking I’m so “Rad” at the moment…
…he simply muttered something about “his mom being weird and walked off…
That advice is absolutely wonderful. I also find it the hardest to accept.
Pizza parties were ace back in the good old days, especially if they were also roller skating parties. A pizza/skating party for adults would be kind of lame, wouldn’t it? Damn.
GREAT blog! Just found it on the awards link of 20sb.
Thanks for the much needed kick of self-esteem today. That was MUCH needed for this unemployed girl. And I’m right with you on the pizza parties!!
TudorCityGirl
pizza parties are amazing. you can’t go wrong with pizza. unless you add anchovies, ew.
A. I love pizza parties! They’re really the reason I had kids. To not look like a creepy adult at Chuck E Cheese.
B. That is the most fantastic advice EVER!
I absolutely adore this post. And am now craving pizza.
Rock on with you bad self.
You know, if I knew you in real life, I would totally follow you around giggling and clapping my hands. Because you’re that awesome and entertaining.
For the record, I mean that in a non-stalker kind of a way.
I’m just busy picturing you with long, tossable hair. I love it.
if you could post the video of it, that would be priceless haha
Okay, this is just what I needed to hear after my post this morning! Thanks for reminding me how fabulous and rad I am.
Dear Ben,
This post rocked. You ARE fabulous.
Love Hillary
PS: Yesterday I tossed my hair and ended up with a massive raise. I made my boss my bitch and fuck, it felt awesome.
Okay your fee for staying at my place is to giggle and clap at everything I say during the meetup.
I am slowly starting my list of “ways I will be awesome in June because of my house guests”;
Deutlich- my eye makeup
You- making me seem more fabulous then I actually am.
Maxie- TBA
Dmb_libra5-TBA
Mmm… you know, pizza parties are fabulous. Since we love pizza parties that makes us fabulous. It’s that simple!
I need a pizza party and her words of wisdom today. Is that asking too much?
You know, pizza is like that too. It’s really just bread, cheese, and sauce…nothing to write home about. But one day, pizza just said to itself…you know what?…I’m fabulous! And people love me. And that is what makes pizza so amazing.
How many naked pics do you have of her?
Excellent advice, attractive, awesome co-worker!
And now I want pizza…baaaadddddd….
I think I’m going to walk around all day saying, “I’m fabulous!” And see if it sticks.
OMG!!! I LOVE her.
Now I’m giggling and clapping.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I could eat pizza every day for the rest of my life and be completely content.
Oh, and that’s definitely some great advice. I might need to pick that up.
Oh I love that she said that. It is true we do spend way to much worring about others and how they view us when really we are just fabulous.
She’s got a very good point there. We tend to over worry that we are not “perfect” enough when we can just think of ourselves as purely awesome.
Lovely post!
Pizza parties are the freaking BEST! Lol XD
All everyone needs is a little self confidence, and then you’ll be happier.
Revel in your awesomeness, Ben. There’s enough to worry about in this world without making up stuff about ourselves..!
you are cute.
So far at my new job it seems the only skill I have that anyone has noticed or cares about is that I make a decent cup of coffee. Don’t know how fabulous that is, but it’ll do for now.
“Fabulous” and a hair toss?
Impressive.
You’ve made a damn good point, Ben.
Thanks for the needed kick in the pants this morning.
This came right after Sleepy Jane’s head-scratcher on self-esteem. I think I want to start feeling better about myself.
Or maybe I just want some pizza. Hell, mozzarella never judges.
It makes my day just having the image of you giggling and clapping your hands stuck in my head. You may continue being awesome now.
Wow, she really is fabulous! I think we need to know more about her.
Pizza parties are awesome!!!
And if a statement is followed by three exclamation points, then it has to be true.
would that coworker happen to be christina b? because she is fabulous! i worked with her on a project at the kidney foundation, and actually awarded her the “faboo award” … she rocks!
Thank you for that fantastic pep talk. I needed that today. You rock.
You know what? You’re right.
Pizza parties never get old.