Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Going on hiatus...

Vanessa here...

Thanks to all the many wonderful of you (God, is that a horrid sentence!) who stop by and read my blog missives each day. You mean the world to me and I'm glad that my mucked up life provided entertainment. :)

However, just like network television...I will be going on hiatus for a couple of weeks...back on the airwaves on Tuesday, August 2nd. A girl needs some time to herself, some vacation time and we'll see what happens with Chef Boy (don't worry...I'll keep you posted.)

Please don't abandon me! In the meantime, here's a discussion for amongst yourselves...should make for some interesting conversation. Then, please come back in two weeks and we'll catch up!

So...what's your favorite thing about summer? And...what do you hate the most about summer?

Me first!

Favorite: I love laying out in the sun. Must be the Virginian in me, but I love baking in the sun like a piece of chicken, broiling on one side and flipping over to make sure I cook evenly. Yeah, yeah, yeah...talk to me about skin cancer and stuff, I know, but I use plenty of UV protection and I still get a nice, healthy tan. Believe me...without one, I look like a piece of Xerox paper!

Hatred: Well, I hate sweating. There's just no way around it other than to live in the fucking tundra year round. The thing about sweating is you have to change clothes like five times a day and you just plow through the underwear. *eg* But that's why there's that lovely invention of the shower...stay cool any time!

So, while I'm away, I want to hear from you...let me know your most and least favorite things about summer.

As always, thanks for being a fan!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Surfing from the repair shop...

Vanessa here...

So, my car is making this horrendous noise every time I accelerate, so I called the dealership last night and am now sitting in their waiting room. I have to tell you, these are the most humorless, straight-faced, literal minded people I've ever me.

I was met by Goatee Gerry. He's about two inches shorter than I am and he's the one who did the walk around my car, noting scratches and my VIN, like I'm renting a car or something. I told him what the problem was and he says, "have you been here before?" (Why should that matter?) I said, "yeah, tons of times." He went..."oh, okay." (Whatever!)

Then, we sat at his tiny little desk and he typed in some stuff into his computer. He said "we have to hear the problem. Let me get my guy." (His guy?) So, this tall, balding man who looked a bit like Les Nessman from WKRP in Cincinnati comes out, chomping on a big old wad of gum.

So, this quality assurance guy, Diagnostic Dave, gets in the car with me and says flatly: "drive." I'm like..."left or right?" He points to the left. I mean, honest...a humorless bastard. And, of course, the car doesn't make the sound it's been making the past month. After begging for directions and getting the stone cold "left" or "right," we get to the end of a street and Diagnostic Dave's like "I think I hear what you're hearing. We can go back now." They're going to have to run some diagnostic bullshit to see what's wrong, if anything.

And here I sit. In the waiting room with "Good Morning America" blaring. There's a biker dude with so much ink, you can barely see his skin. He's wearing a backwards (of course) Red Sox hat. There's an older lady in solid pink (I'm not kidding -- hot pink top and light pink pedal pushers) who is fidgeting like a five year old. She keeps getting up and moving around and peaking out the windows like she's waiting for a drug deal to go down. Then, there's Droopy Pants Man who is literally standing in the middle of the room, slack-jawed, eyes glued to the television. There's free coffee that everyone can't get enough of and for me...there's wireless internet connection. (Ahhhh...my connection to the real world.)

As I wait, in what has to be the most boring situation on the planet, I'd love to know what bores you...what is that one thing you have to do that takes so much time, but you hate? Chime in!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Monday, July 18, 2005

The way to my heart is through my stomach...

Vanessa here...

Well, I hope everyone had as wonderful a weekend as I had. Yes, yes, I've seen the e-mails, I know you want to know about "the date." Well, duh...why do you think I'm here?

Let me just say that after a (several) month drought and some pretty sucky dates before that, I have to report that Saturday night with Chef Boy was...well, it was exquisite. First of all, he's the most polite person I've met in a long time. Holds doors open, opens car doors, pulls chairs out, just all around polite, his-momma-raised-him-right things.

Saturday evening started with Chef Boy coming and picking me up. Even though we were having a home cooked meal at his place, he was nice enough to come and get me. He lives in the South End, near most all of the awesome restaurants in town. He works part-time (kind of like contract work) in three different restaurants, so he really knows his shit. And, because of his crazy schedule, it was great that he could fit me in and make this scrumptious dinner for me.

First course was seared scallops on a salad of spinach with lemon vinaigrette and toasted pumpkin seeds. Then, we moved on to this amazing corn chowder that he made for me. It was like silk on a spoon. The main course was what he called "lobster shepard's pie" which was basically this round mold of mashed potatoes, lobster claws, more potatoes, more lobster and green peas with this amazing Newburg sauce around it. Man, I'm drooling just at the memory. Dessert was lemon tarts and this fantastic dessert ice wine from Newfoundland. Let me tell you what, this boy knows his way around the kitchen. It was like some sexual dance with him...chopping and stirring and preparing and plating.

After dinner, we sat on the couch, listened to a couple of cocktail party CDs he had from Pottery Barn and we just talked. Talked. Talked. Talked.

I found out the following about gorgeous Chef Boy...
  • He was top in his graduating class as Johnson and Wales two years ago and has been trying to find that "perfect" chef job.
  • He likes to sail and has a small boat he inherited from his grandfather...down in Newport, Rhode Island.
  • He's originally from California (born there), but moved to Maine when he was 5, then Virginia when he was 9 and then Rhode Island when he was 13.
  • His eyelashes are almost gold.
  • He has a scar between his left index finger and this thumb where he had a run-in with a very sharp kitchen knife his first year of culinary school.
  • His favorite vegetable to cook with is a yellow squash.
  • He thinks I've got one of the most genuine smiles he's ever seen.
  • He has Moulin Rouge in his DVD collection (the sign of a true romantic!)
  • He's a Buddhist.
  • He hates coffee, hates the smell, hates the taste, but he loves cooking with it.
  • His parents have been married for 35 years.
  • His sister has four cats. (And no, she's not some old maid with nothing better to do.)
  • He's never read a Harry Potter book. (Neither have I!)
  • Every Mother's Day, he goes to Rhode Island to make his mother eggs Florentine
  • His favorite meal is breakfast in bed.

Is this guy too perfect or what? I mean, I actually, at one point in the evening, pinched myself to make sure I was really having this date. What's wrong with this guy? He's cute, he's got a fine body, he can cook, he's a gentleman, he's sweet, romantic, sensitive and he's not gay...and boy, oh boy, can he kiss. Yes, there was plenty of kissing. But thank you...I'm a lady, so that's all you'll get out of me.

So, while I muse on having lunch on Tuesday with Chef Boy, why don't you pipe up about the things that attract you (besides looks) in a great guy. Come on...we love lists around here!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Weekend eye candy...

Vanessa here...

In anticimapation of my date tonight with Chef Boy, aka Paul Walker Cutie, Brent Williams, here's a little eye candy. Just something about those eyes and that hair...makes movies like The Fast and the Furious and Timeline watchable over and over and over...



Hang loose,
Double Vee

Friday, July 15, 2005

Urban adventures and cool places to go...

Vanessa here...

Wow...what a fun blog day we had yesterday, eh? Thanks to everyone who posted their random thoughts! Keep it up, if you'd like. It's fun!

So, today -- being Friday and almost the weekend, baby! -- I thought I'd try another list of sorts. Being a city gal (and an Air Force brat), I've been around to many places and have had many adventures. You don't have to hop a flight to Rome just to have an adventure (although that would be nice), rather here are some of my top urban adventures and other cool places to go...
  1. Central Park: A walk through, a rollerblade through, go ice skating, just sit by the pond and think. Have a picnic, take a date, make out...anything. It's Central Park! I just think that it's amazingly cool that in the sprawl of buildings and people that is Manhattan, there's this gorgeous, well-kept park in the middle that once you step inside, the entire city disappears. It's amazing. It's inexpensive (well, you have to actually get to New York) and fun for the whole family.



  2. Rocky Mountain National Park: Rent a car (a Jeep Cherokee is nice) and just start at Estes Park and work your way all the way up to the top of the mountain. There, you'll find flowers and elk and chipmunks and lakes and vistas for the eye. I had a cloud pass through me. An actually cloud. It was the coolest thing ever. It was like a chilling vapor around me...and then absolute calm and crispness. Amazing. Then, on your way down the mountain, be sure to stand on the Great Divide.



  3. Biking in San Francisco: Had a friend who did this. Rented a bike at Fisherman's Wharf and biked all around the city, through the Presidio (now owned by George Lucas), around by the beach and water, up through the National Park, up the hill to the Golden Gate Bridge, cross it and coast down the hill into Sausalito and take the ferry back. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon.



  4. The Eiffel Tower: Okay, sure it's cliched that allegedly this is where TomKat got engaged, but I have to say it's the most magnificent view a top the world. You ride these ancient elevators to the middle, where the view is phenomenal, and then take a second elevator all the way to the top where you feel like you're dancing in the clouds. Sure, Tom Cruise wasn't there to propose to me (I was with my parents), but that's okay. You can literally see ALL of France, it's fucking amazing.



  5. Swimming with Dolphins: Well, I haven't done this yet, but it's on the list. I do know people who have done it and they said it was a religious experience. That the animals were so gentle and nice and the interaction was fantastic. They do trick for you, give kisses, give you a ride and just enjoy the company. After all, they're warm-blooded mammals, too.



  6. Miami Beach: A walk down Ocean Drive in South Beach, surrounded by the sizzle of salsa music, the heat from the beach and the veritable potpourri of nationalities of visitors really helps you immerse yourself into the Miami Beach scene. Sure, there are the art deco hotels, wild, trendy nightclubs and celebrity watching, but there are also little restaurant jewels, memorable meals, cold drinks that warm the soul and the freedom of a Caribbean lifestyle in America. Everyone should visit there...and no, I don't work for their tourism department (although...call me!)



  7. Dealey Plaza: It's creepy, but you must go there. You must walk around that small park, looking up at the School Book Depository, glancing around at the highway underpass, feeling that you were there on that faithful November day. And standing on Dealey Plaza, you'll know damn well, there was no way someone shot that accurately from the top of a building that far away. (Thank you, Oliver Stone, for making me paranoid.)



  8. Nova Scotia: Can I tell you? It's just a little piece of heaven on earth. I've always wanted to go to Scotland, but haven't made it there yet. Nova Scotia is a good replica. Gorgeous beaches, picturesque villages, Halifax is a wonderful little city (go to The Five Fishermen for their all-u-can eat mussel bar) and there's plenty of night life. Also, there are nearby beaches just as good as any you'll find, there are fishing towns, charter boats, tours to see whales and puffins...anything you want to do.



  9. Washington, DC: Sure, everyone's parents drug them to Washington, DC, when you were a kid, but did you really appreciate all DC offered? I grew up there (my dad works at the Pentagon), and let me tell you what, I took advantage of it. It's chock full of history, there are tons of museums of all sorts, but if you get into the hidden Washington, that's the fun. There's Old Towne Alexandria, where, like George and the boys got drunk and wrote documents. It's like the town is preserved. Then, there's Arlington...which you could spend an entire day in, just walking and thinking and having introspection. And my favorite, the special tour of the Capitol. I had a friend who worked on the Hill and with her ID, she used to get us in the secret passage ways underneath and showed us the catacomb where the scaffolding that holds coffins when presidents lie in state is stored. (Creepy, yet cool.)



  10. The Magnificent Mile: Shopping Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago is something any girl with fashion sense and a credit card should experience. A mile of stores stretching out down the street, full of people and restaurants and clothes and shoes and everything imaginable. Be sure to stop in The Chop House for the best damn steak you'll ever eat in your life and then make your way down to Navy Pier with your purchases and ride the Ferris wheel. An urban adventurer's dream.



Well, there you go...just a few fun things I can think of. Makes me want to go home, pack my bags and get the next plane out of Logan...going anywhere!

What are your urban adventures? What are your favorite cool places to go to? Speak up!

Happy weekend...tune in for weekend eye candy...

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Thursday, July 14, 2005

The ramblings of a bored commuter...

Vanessa here...

It's one of those days when I don't know what to blog about. I know, big surprise, Motor Mouth that I am. So many people around me are stressing and getting into office politics that they should honestly stay away from and misreading people's communication. I swear, we're a company that markets to other companies, yet we can't talk to each other without panties getting in a knot and everyone getting defensive. It really makes me glad that I'm such an underling in my job. The stress just ain't worth it. It causes rises in blood pressure, back pain, heart palpitations, shunting, upset stomach, heartburn, headache. Honestly...is it worth it?

So, I'm on the train this morning...forgot my book, so I just looked around and mused on nothing and everything. Here are this morning's thoughts and ramblings from a bored commuter...
  1. I wonder what ever happened to that kid that played "Mikey" in the Life cereal ads. Do you think people still come up to him at age, what...50...and say, "Hey Mikey! He likes it!" He's probably in jail from mass murder.



  2. Why are Postal workers so dour and downright rude? Is it the ugly uniforms?



  3. Why can't you have pets at work? A roaming office cat would be nice. Or some puppies.



  4. Why does college tuition cost so much...like it's this priviledge to go somewhere? Shouldn't it be free? Aren't more highly educated people a good thing for our society?



  5. Why won't Helen Fielding write a third (and final?) Bridget Jones book?

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  6. What do you put mint jelly on...besides lamb?



  7. Brad Pitt registers at hotels as "Brice Pilaf." My secret celebrity hotel check-in name would be Milky Sunshine.



  8. My mother had a customer in for a haircut last week whose name was (ready?) Ewegottalandisplanenow. Apparently, her mother was from the Dominican and didn't speak good English, but when she went into labor on an airplane and started freaking out, she keep chanting: Yougottalandthisplanenow...yougottalandthisplanenow..." Get it? I swear to God, I'm not making this up!!!



  9. What would the world be like if women ran the world?



  10. What should I wear on my date Saturday Night with PWC?



Then, of course, the train arrived at Kendall Square and it was time to go to work. What are your random thoughts? What pops into your head with no warning at all?

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

A cute meet...

Vanessa here...

So, I have a date this weekend and I owe it all to my car and a bottle of wine.

After work, I got home, ran Barbara (the Freak of Nature was out) and then decided to be a good roommate and cook dinner for Mia, since she won't be around much longer. So, I buzzed out to the grocery store. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I damn near ran over this guy! He stepped out between two minivans out of nowhere and I had to slam the break on. The cool thing was, he didn't flip me off or anything. Just smiled, like he was tres embarrassed. For the record, he was wicked cute. Nice eyes, blonde hair, nice ass (what? I looked!)...very Paul Walker-ish. Yum, yum!

He dashes off into the store as I park and then I go in and do my shopping. I admit, I was looking all over the place for him, barely noticing what I was putting in my car. Sadly, though, I didn't see him again as I was checking out and heading back to the Cabrio. No such luck. Maybe he was just a delicious mirage.

Then I head over to the liquor store to get a bottle of wine to go along with my seared swordfish and roasted potatoes (it was very yummy...let me assure you.) When I reached for a bottle of Cavit Pinot Grigio, I bumped hands with someone who was reaching for the same bottle. (See, I told you it was a "cute meet.")



It was him! Paul Walker Cutie (PWC) from the grocery store!

We laughed and he said, "You again." Yep...me again. He let me have the first bottle of Cavit and then he took the second one. We went and stood in line (soooooo many people buying lottery tickets, taking up both registers) and I figured it was time to turn on the Vanessa Virtue charm. So, I apologized for almost hitting him and he said, no, it was totally his fault for not looking where he was going. He was thinking about what to make for dinner. His father's in town for business and PWC was getting wine to go with the baked stuffed lobster he was making. (The drool factor just doubled over the thought of baked lobster but also the fact that PWC knew how to make baked lobster -- told me his secret is cheese on top.)



What did I do? Well, of course I turned on the instant-flirt and gooed on about how much I love baked stuffed lobster. Then, I told him I was making swordfish for my roommate and he gave me a great recipe for blackening it. I was starting to wonder if this guy was just too good to be true (and I'm not making the assumption that just because he's gorgeous, polite and can cook that he's gay) as I'm paying for my wine. He pays at the other register and we start walking out together. Is this like kismet, or what?

He holds the door open for me (nice) and walks me to my car where he asks if I'd like to have dinner with him Saturday night. (ooo...Saturday, not Friday...Saturday...date night.) He says he'll cook for me (he just finished culinary school and is working part-time at a restaurant downtown while trying to get a full-time job) or we can go out. Since I'm no fool and know when to grab an opportunity, I tell him that I'd love to sample his cooking.

So, it's a date. Me and PWC. Oh, his name is Brent Williams, by the way, but he does look like Paul Walker.



I'll be sure to report in on the dinny!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

What's wrong with parents?!

Vanessa here...

So, I'm on the T yesterday after work and there's this Super Mom with her three kids ranging from probably five years to three to baby old enough to sit in a stroller. They're all dressed alike in these ridiculous yellow, blue and red clothes and all three of them have Mohawks. I shit you not. Mohawks! Even that poor baby had one. I mean, hair completely gone down the sides and thickness smack down the middle. What hair stylist genius created this? It certainly wasn't Jonathan Antin! (Sorry...it's Blow Out Tuesday, have to work in a reference to get people to watch.)

Did these kids (who aren't smart enough not to pick food up off the T floor and put it in their mouth -- ewwwwwwww) get a decision in this do? Did they lobby for this? Did they see some punk kid on the playground staring down his homies with a 'hawk down the middle? Did they roll up to Mom later and say...

"Hey, Mommy. After my Japanese lesson, trip to Plaster Fun Time and soccer class, let's go get me a Mohawk. All the kids are doing it."

"Why sure Dunston, that sounds like a great idea. We'll get Brandon and Madison one too while we're at it."

Ugh! (Yes...those were the kids' names. Everyone on the train knew it.)

And if the Tres F/X on the kids wasn't enough, the Three Mohawked'kateers were the loudest thing on the train. Screaming and hitting each other and bothering everyone around them. Why do people like that think that everywhere they go is their living room? The baby was crying and kept dropping his (although it could have been a her...hard to tell) pacifier on the floor of the train and what did Super Mom do? She shoved it back into the kid's mouth. GROSS! I mean, think of all the germs and stank on the floor of the T. All the people who've walked there, spit there, God knows what else there. Everything they've ever stepped on today, they've drug onto the train. It goes beyond germs...it's toxic. And what's she doing? She's poking that pacifier back in like it fell on her lily-white clean carpet at home. That's just...ewww...

God, I hope Mia and Larkin aren't going to be parents like this. I hope they don't give their baby a Mohawk and pre-register him or her for pre-school post umbilical cord cutting. I hope the kids just gets to be...a kid.

I know, you all think I'm a terrible person for saying all of this. But I'm not bagging on the kids. It's not this generation of children's fault that they're so horrible and uncontrollable and spoiled and entitled. I blame the parents! They have mollycoddled their kids to the point of no return. Wait another 10-12 years when little Dunston, Brandon and Madison are in the work force. Watch how they'll behave during a performance review, or when asked to stay late to help on a project. I don't want to be around for the temper tantrum.

Then there's my friend, Courtney, who just got married last summer and all anyone can do is ask her "when are you having kids?" Like that's anyone's business! Honestly! Courtney said she feels so pressured by her friends and family that she's just going to cave in a get pregnant so everyone will leave her alone. Yeah...that's a good reason to bring a life into this world.

Don't get me wrong...I hope to one day find Mr. Right, settle down and have our requisite 2.3 kids. But it'll be because that's what we want...not what society expects.

And you can bet for damn sure...they won't have Mohawks!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Monday, July 11, 2005

Wanted: Roommate for Porter Square apartment...

Vanessa here...

I'm going to have to start blogging in the late afternoon or in the evening as my mornings at work are getting more hectic. So our little, Napoleonic Sales VP has formulated these weekly meetings now with the sales, marketing and customer service group to happen each Monday where we're supposed to review last week. Ugh. At least it gives me time to get in and get my coffee and eat my bagel. I'm gonna have to run soon.

I found a new dance channel to listen to at work (through the earplugs, of course.) Helps me concentrate while I'm doing the lead generation and all my other marketing duties. Party 93.1 from South Beach Miami...oh, I wish I were there...

The weekend was weird...

Got some sun, which was nice, went out with Griz and met some cute guys in town for their orientation at Boston College (waaaaay too young) and I think I saw Johnny Damon from the Red Sox at the Shaws Market on Comm Ave. But I also had someone from work show up answering my ad for a roommate.

It's this guy named Bill Berliner -- "like the city, plus ER, the hit medical drama" -- he says to me when I answer the door. He's part of the inside sales team and usually hides out like some sort of city-dwelling rodent in the way back of the office. He's always introducing himself to people like we've never heard of him. Well, he's got that little strip of paper in his hand with my addy and phone number and wants to see the place. Honestly...what choice do I have?

He's this tiny little man with a slight limp and must be careening through his 50's on the way to 60 years of age. He's got a scraggly, mountain-man type beard and ultra thick glasses. He wears Nascar suspenders over his plaid (long sleeved!) shirt and blue jeans. I know he's good on the phones and gets a lot of sales, but I might have to pick a wrist if this guy moves in here. Is this honestly how desperate I am?

As he walks through the place, he pulls out a red bandana handkerchief from his back pocket and puts it to his face. He starts breathing through it like there's just been a gas attack in my apartment. Here's the convo...

Me: "Is there a problem?"

Bill: "There's a distinct odor in here that's attacking my sinus cavity."

Me: (sniffing) "I don't smell anything."

Bill: "You must use an aerosol hair spray."

Me: "Ummm, no, I use a pump."

Bill: "That's just as bad releasing toxins and noxious gases into the air."

Me: "Well, sorry, but it's what I use."

Bill: "You also wear a great deal of perfume. I can't have that."

Me: "What do you mean you can't have that? Sorry, but I'm not going to stink."

(And for the record, I use one squirt of Happy per day.)

Bill: "I'm highly allergic to the chemical compounds within modern-day perfume and you won't be able to use it if I live here."

Me: (ushering him towards the door) "Well, then, I'm sorry it didn't work out, Bill."

Bill: "But I didn't even get to see my bedroom."

Me: "That's okay...we would have had to have fumigated for you since Mia's a doctor and brings in lots of random germs and diseases home from the hospital."

This actually worked on him 'cause his eyes got big as saucers and he said, "see ya at work" and left.

Is this what my choices are? I mean, it's bad enough there's a Freak of Nature upstairs, but I've got to have one more in with me? No thank you. I think I'll place an add on Craig's List today and see what happens. It can't get worse...right?

Off to meeting hell. Hang loose...

Double Vee

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Weekend eye candy...

Vanessa here with a good one...

Jason Taylor, Defensive End for the Miami Dolphins.

One word: YUM.


For more pics of the hunk in pads, check out his website.

Yes, I know I live in New England Patriots' territory, but the Pats don't have ANYTHING this gorgeous on the field.

Enjoy!
Double Vee

Friday, July 08, 2005

The Boston Blahs...

Vanessa here...

Complaining, yet again, about what, people? The Weather. What else? It's cold, the wind is howling, it's raining, it's dank, dark and overcast. There is nothing remotely summer-like about this weather at all. I mean, even the birds are complaining about it. You should hear them sqwaking around my house this morning. I swear, if shooting a gun were legal within the city limits, Mr. Paulsen (aka Freak of Nature Landlord) would be shooting at the crows and other birds in the trees surrounding us.

Speaking of him...I'm leaving the house for work this morning and he's got his leaf blower strapped to his back and is blowing at the puddles of water on the front steps and on the walkway. Blowing away the water.



Why is this necessary? I mean, dude...it's frickin' raining. How are you going to stay ahead of the game? Hang out all day with your leaf blower and smite the rain? He really should find something more interesting to do with his time, like collect stamps, do his own dishes or...make a woman-skinned dress for himself, a la Jame Gumm in The Silence of the Lambs.



Great...so in under two months, I'll be stuck here all by myself to deal with the FofN on my own. There's no way in hell I can make the $1400 per month rent on my own. I'm going to have to find a roommate to take over Mia's room. She's already moving some stuff out this weekend into Larkin's place and they've got an appointment with a realtor to go look at some condos down in Quincy (south of the city) for purchase. Everything's just moving so horrendously fast.

I'm putting a flyer up at work for a roomie...you know, one of those pathetic flyers you see on college campuses with the little tear off "Call me" numbers at the bottom for people to take and never contact you. Griz said I should post something on Craig's List...maybe so. We'll see how culling from the office works first.

Griz and I are going out tonight after work. A little down our sorrows in a few complicated cocktails. There's this cool place called The Parish Cafe on Boylston that serves all sorts of crazy martinis. Sounds perfect for my mood.

And, to end on a fun note...here's a blog quiz...


You are dependable, popular, and observant.
Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.
In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.

You are unique, creative, and expressive.
You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.
And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!



Great...I'm weird, but in a charming way. Just what I needed to hear...

Hang loose, have a good weekend and check in for eye candy tomorrow...

Double Vee

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Shotgun wedding?

Vanessa here...

Well, from the title...you can guess where this missive is going...



So, I get home from going out to dinner with Griz and a few more friends last night and my roommate, Mia (and her 3 carat diamond) is in the bathroom talking to Ralph on the big white telephone. When she came out, she was pale as the proverbial sheet, so I asked her what's wrong. Here's the convo...

Me: "Are you okay?"

Mia: "Yeah, something I ate, I suppose."

Me: "You look horrible."

Mia: "Thanks, you too."

Me: "You know what I mean."

Mia: "I'm perfect...I'm getting married."

Me: "Yeah, I know...that's awesome."

Mia: "I want you to be my maid of honor, Vanessa."

Awwwwwwwww...moment. (I feel like a schmuck for being upset now.)

Me: "As long as I don't have to wear a hideously cliched bad bridesmaid's dress."

Mia: "I'll let you pick out anything you want. It's up to you. You're going to be my only bridesmaid."

Me: "Really? Don't you have like 10 billion cousins in Fall River and Portugal?"

Mia: "Well, I don't know if they'll be able to get over here in time."

Me: "In time for what?"

Mia: "Larkin and I have decided to get married as soon as possible. Labor Day."

Me: "Are you insane? You'll never be able to plan a wedding in under two months. Why the rush?" (Are they THAT much in love?! Geesh!)

Mia: "Well, we sort of have to..."

Me: "Have to?"

Mia: "Vee...I'm pregnant. And I'm due in February."

O. M. G. Well, that explains everything.

After the initial shock wore off, I agreed to help Mia do anything she needed for the shotgun wedding. Every bride -- even a pregnant one -- deserves a happy and beautiful day.

The sad thing is, though, that I now don't have as much envy for Mia. I mean, yes, she's got a man and a baby on the way and will hopefully live happily ever after. But, I can't help wondering...are they getting married because they desperately love each other or because they "have" to get married? I'll always wonder.

So, no more pouting for me. Just good, supportive friendship. Mia's got bigger fish to fry.

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

I've been tagged...

I've been tagged by Stacy, on my thoughts on the following things...

1. Myself: What do I think of myself? Well, Jeez...that's a little self-centered, eh? I don't really think about myself other than when I'm writing my blog. I'm an outgoing person, bubbly and happy generally, but as I get older, I do wonder if Mr. Right is out there. And if he is, is he looking for me? Will he know me when he sees me? Will I know him? I know...that's not about me, but hell, I talk about myself all the time on here. I'm a hard worker, team player, good friend and all around happy with life. (Except for Mia's new diamond on her finger.)

2. Wisdom: Wisdom comes with age...honestly. The things I thought I knew when I was younger...geesh! I know so much more now. Not that 27 is some magical, wise age, but I am able to look back on my life and realize that with age comes experience and with experience comes knowledge and with knowledge comes wisdom. (That sounded wise, right?)

3. Regrets: I don't want to admit to having any, although I'm sure I have some. I regret that time when I was 8 years old and I tried to make square pancakes. What a mess! I regret when I played spin the bottle in 7th grade and ended up swallowing Jack Davidson's Hubba Bubba gum. (Gag!) I regret cheating off the smart Asian guy in my freshman year Biology lab -- he wasn't as smart as I thought. I regret that year I spent sooooo much money on going to Boston Bruins games only for them to be bounced out of the playoffs in the first round. I regret buying those used Seven jeans off eBay only to see that they weren't the real thing. I regret that I was never old enough to vote for Bill Clinton. I regret ever learning that you could get low-calorie Klondike bars in the form of a Slim-a-Bear. I regret my last haircut...Denix cut my bangs way too short.

4. Family: I love my family! My dad is a Colonel in the Air Force and flies a desk at the Pentagon. My mom is a hairdresser (should have gone home and let her cut my hair!) and gives killer, kick-ass perms. My little sister, Victoria, is a true PITA, but then again, she's a teenager, so that's expected. Although my parents living in Northern Virginia and think that my "Boston adventure" is just that (they're expecting me to come to my senses and move home...hello, I'm almost 30!), they're supportive and always there when I need them. They're the bestest.

5. Films: Where do I start? There are so many. I guess the basic thought is I frickin' love them! Love a good romantic comedy. Appreciate a moving drama. Can't stand horror...who wants to be scared to death? I like a good mystery when the mystery is...well, good. I hate being able to figure out a plot and love to be challenged. Movies like The Others, The Usual Suspects and The Sixth Sense really got me...had no idea what was coming! I guess my favorite movies of all time are: Gone With the Wind, French Kiss, It Happened One Knight, Moulin Rouge and The Fast and the Furious. (What? I think Paul Walker is hot!)

6. Faith: "Cause you gotta have faith-a-faith-faith..." And no, I don't worship George Michael, but come on...the song's a classic. Yeah, I've got faith. Faith in a higher power. Faith in myself. Faith in my friends. Faith that one day the world will be a really cool, peaceful place.

7. Blogging: Umm...like, duh. It's my life right now. And you're here too.

8. Words: I love words. Words are how we express ourselves. Look...I'm typing words right now. Words are art. Words are music. Words are love. Words are people. Words are emotions. Words are important. And in my line of work, words sell our product...which helps pay me, which helps gets the rent and other bills paid...you see the vicious cycle? :)

9. Friends: I get by with a little help from my friends. Oh come on, like you didn't see THAT one coming? My friends are the greatest! There are, of course, my college sorority sisters that I keep in touch with (waving at the sisters of Delta Gamma), my work buddies (Griz is the bestest!) and my roommate, Mia. I hope we can still stay close, even after she gets married. I think it's important not to have a quantity of friends, rather a quality and I definitely have that!

10. Ideas: Oh, I'm full of them. And since I'm on a marketing staff, I get paid to have ideas. Not that the tiny little man in charge actually listens to me, but I do toss them out every now and then.

Well, that's kind of a weird note to end on, so I'll go ahead and tag the next victim, errr...person to answer. I choose to tag...Diana P. You're it!

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

July 4th...MY independence day...

Vanessa here...

I admit it. I'm a wimp. I called in sick today. It's just me and Barbara the dishwasher here at home on this beautiful, blue Tuesday. Why? Because I'm ill. Ill. Ill. Ill. Not sick like in need of a hospital, but just ill at the turn of events yesterday brought.

So, the beach was great, but over crowded, so we didn't stay long. Then, we decided to hit the Boston Common and walk around. It was gorgeous and the park was full of people. It was nice to take pictures and ride the swan boats (what tourists!) Here are some pictures before I get to the bad (okay...no bad, but sad) news...















Okay...done with the pretty pictures and on to the ugly truth...(I'm being overly dramatic...)

After the Common, all went and had a BBQ at our friend, Dane's, who works on the sales team. He lives near the office, so we grilled out hamburgers, hot dogs, chicken, salmon...you name it, it was a feast. Then, around nine, we all headed over to the office in Cambridge, down by the water and Griz's buddy, the super, let us in up on the roof to see the fireworks on the Charles, just across at the Hatch Shell. It really was a fantastic night. We could hear a little bit of the music from the Hatch Shell, but pretty much, we went by the boom box that someone had brought along. When the fireworks started, it was fucking amazing! It was like being right there on the barge where they were taking off from. They exploded over our heads and it was simply magical, let me tell you what.

Then it happened.

Right as the finale was hitting and all of the starbursts were freaking out overhead in arrays of blues, whites, yellows, reds and greens, Larkin Beard...my co-worker and friend, drops down on one knee and asks Mia Pimental, my roommate that I introduced to him...and asks her to marry him. Right there in front of all of us from the office, some of Mia's friends and a handful of people we didn't even know. Right there under the fireworks and in honor of independence day.

And she said, "yes."

Do you see why I'm ill?

And it's not that I'm not happy for them...I am. Totally. And it's not that I wanted Larkin for myself 'cause I didn't. He's a sweetheart and tres cute, but he wasn't for me. That's why I introduced them. But, it's because of this stupid "no dating at work" policy that I can't even consider the plethora of cute guys I'm around every frickin' day. So...someone else (like Mia) gets them. It doesn't help that Mia is drop-dead gorgeous and already had a string of other guys she was keeping handy on the side "just in case," but now she's gone and snagged a husband? She can add an MRS. to her DR. now.

And I'm all alone.

I know...don't cry for me, Argentina, but I am. They're gonna, like, move in together soon which leaves me roommateless. I'd ask Griz, but she's already got a place and we spend enough time with each other as it is. Where am I going to find a roommate? And is it going to be another knockout who'll glom off my co-workers (that I can't farm from) and find HER husband?

It's not fair.

But I know life's not fair.

And I apologize for being a little bit of a baby about this. It's hard to see people pairing off and happy when I have so much trouble finding a guy myself. I'll be happy for Mia and Larkin, I truly will. Like tomorrow. I promise. But for now, it's me and OnDemand TV movies, a pint of Hagen Daaz light Caramel ice cream and the couch. Pouting and pity today. I'll be fine tomorrow.

Must go "run" Barbara while the Freak of Nature landlord is out and about...

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Monday, July 04, 2005

Happy Birthday, Uncle Sam!

Vanessa here...

Checking in quickly as the day's festivities are quite busy on this day off/Fourth of July. Here's what I'll be doing tonight...



Mia, being a first generation American from Portugal, likes to give Fourth of July presents. She actually gave me an American flag bikini. (Although I look nothing like these models.) Me...in a bikini! I don't think I've worn a bikini since I was 12 years old. But I tried it on and it looks okay...although, I'm of the opinion that the design is bordering on the edge of flag desecration.

Today it's beach time at Singing Beach, then a BBQ at Mia's boyfriend (my coworker) Larkin's place on the North Shore. Then, we're going to our office in Cambridge where Griz schmoozed the building super into letting us up onto the roof so there's a ton of people from work gathering to watch the fireworks. Should be a time. Course, the traffic home will be a complete and total bitch.

Happy Fourth everyone...enjoy some fireworks over your city. Boston's always rock and you can always watch what we're seeing on CBS.

Hang loose,
Double Vee

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Weekend eye candy...

Okay...so I had this dream last night that I was learning to surf and Josh Harnett was my instructor. I'm not much for his acting, but I do admit to waking up with a bit of drool on the pillow. See if this does it for you...



Enjoy!
Double Vee

Friday, July 01, 2005

The Male Animal...

Vanessa here...

What is it about guys when they're around each other? They turn into these...creatures. Not human at all. It's more...animal. I saw it waiting for the train this morning.

They circle as they eyeball each other. Then they approach, warily. Then, confidently and cocky. Like a rooster with its chest held high. There's recognition...acceptance into the personal space. A chest bump. A slap of palms together in the air in a fist pumping high five. They try not to see too affectionate, but it's there...you can see it. The bonding of the males.



Their language is fraught with "dude" and "bud" and "man" and "bro" with a lot of "shit" and "fuck" sprinkled in for good measure. They have a propensity to hock up a massive loogie and spit it onto the empty train track. Then the other one does the same. What's it with guys and spitting? Does the mass of the loogie represent penis size? Someone please explain this to me.

They sit together (not too close -- always an empty seat [no male-on-male touchingbetween them as they spread out) on the train, facing off. The next twenty minutes is spent one upping each other with work accomplishments, golf games, construction projects and oh yes...the conquering of many, many women. (The women are never ugly or homely...they're always described as sex pots and babes.)

All the while, there's many adjustment to the clothing. Picking at the t-shirt, adjusting the tie, pulling up the waistband of the pants. And...playing a little pocket pool. (Why can't guys keep their hands away from their penises in public?!)

Most of them dress like they don't care. Very little grooming. (Obviously, they haven't watched the last two seasons of Queer Eye.) Scruffy beards, mussed up hair. T-shirts and shorts are the dress of choice and you can always depend on one of them to have dirty hair and a backwards (Red Sox) cap on.

And we women are supposed to swoon over these men?

I know...I know...I'm asking too much to find a nice guy who doesn't scratch himself or spit who knows how to match his clothes up and take a shower every day. Maybe I should lower my expectations. Hmmm...maybe not.

I know the perfect guy is out there. After all...I'm an optimist!

Happy Fourth of July weekend, everyone...maybe I'll find Mr. Right this weekend? :)

Hang loose,
Double Vee

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