<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:35:35.428-05:00</updated><category term='hackba'/><category term='mezz'/><category term='karoke'/><category term='events'/><category term='ronies'/><category term='tv dad'/><category term='glee'/><category term='craig'/><category term='trends'/><category term='home'/><category term='bex'/><category term='eurotrip'/><category term='italy'/><category term='ex files'/><category term='leo'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='family'/><category term='be here'/><category term='video'/><category term='concert'/><category term='karaoke'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-6776434743454789580</id><published>2012-02-09T18:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:30:16.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>The Big Gay Power Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I have a yearly tradition with my group of friends. We love watching the Superbowl, but we became a little bored with it. So I had the grand idea 4 years ago to bring back an amazing college tradition I had with my friends called "Power Hour". This was "The Big Gay Power Hour" for obvious reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0jNc-Xe8FQ/TzROHRBhheI/AAAAAAAABV4/u2DvhJBcYYk/s1600/PH4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0jNc-Xe8FQ/TzROHRBhheI/AAAAAAAABV4/u2DvhJBcYYk/s320/PH4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a shot of beer every minute for 60 minutes. Sounds relatively easy right? Well when we did the &lt;a href="http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-hour-2010.html"&gt;Powerhour in 2010&lt;/a&gt;, it was not so easy for some of us. Although over the years, and the amount of beer we have consumed, it has generally never been a problem to finish. So where should we start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GuOMsZZJScA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introductions! The people this year are members of our new 2012 Fire Island house. Matt, Jason, Effie, Pat, TripB, myself, and of course Dan was fashionably late - per usual. We hedged our bets that the newbies - Pat or Effie were gonna drop first. In fact our friend Chance tweeted that Effie would be down for the count in no time, which resulted in Effie and the quote of the night - "Don't come for me!". I am getting ahead of myself. Let the festivities begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ejBxvRGYYmA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah the first 20 minutes are a piece of cake. We had some dip to munch on, and Jason's power hour mix that had a combo of sad Adele songs and French New Wave pop. I kid, I kid. It was a mix of his most current uploads, and well Adele. He bought an app that made it easy as pie to navigate through the next 30 minutes. What did the beer tower look like in the beginning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFaEfFcOk-o/TzRTunigSiI/AAAAAAAABWI/-uetBTbghCI/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFaEfFcOk-o/TzRTunigSiI/AAAAAAAABWI/-uetBTbghCI/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still not even close to what it should look like after we get done with this hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4MOCrrtojQ4" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In these power hours the conversation can often get ridiculous depending on how drunk people get. Since it was our Fire Island house we were talking about summer and the song of the summer. Matt said he called that awful J. Lo song last summer, but we were all stuck on what was gonna happen this summer and what would be hot. Everything was going great until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v7LK16lsblY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup just as predicted Pat dropped out. Granted he did just get 5 ribs broken a couple of weeks ago, so we let it slide.&amp;nbsp; Although what I won't let slide is this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q75tcczyMw/TzRSJCk-VPI/AAAAAAAABWA/lXvGv4NegYI/s1600/bri+stomach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Q75tcczyMw/TzRSJCk-VPI/AAAAAAAABWA/lXvGv4NegYI/s320/bri+stomach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup TripB does this position look familiar? You had the same position two years ago and what looks like a fascination with wearing striped sweatshirts to Power Hour. He rubbing his stomach like it was buddah. See it gets to you especially when you get past half way through. You can feel it bubbling up inside of you and the burps come. It kinda feels like that scene from Willy Wonka when they just can't stop belching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TkNCUvv5_rg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah at 38 minutes in, some people were feeling it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FvsSmVPk_OU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another 10 minutes go by, and now we are at 50 minutes in. You can't stop at this point, because honestly what's the point??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9TWIIDX5qMk" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh god, the pressure. The beer. The burps. The catty conversation. The wishing I hadn't eaten so much bean dip. The amount of not trying to spoil the superbowl by avoiding Twitter and Facebook. The anticipation of Kelly Clarkson singing the National Anthem. All of these pretty much hit me in the last 10 minutes, but nonetheless I sucked it up and finished the last shot of beer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gPZvt3qCLWM" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Horray! I finished! I didn't spit up this year. Did I feel like I was going to give birth to a beer baby? Yes, but it was all worth to feel that last final shot go down my throat and feel the glory of....well I guess being able to drink 5 beers in an hour. It's the little things people.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Also how does anyone play a round of shoegolf in a dress like that Miss Vanessa Hudgens? Seesh.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Let me tell you. I almost wouldn't have remembered much of it if it wasn't for modern technology! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2gOQ9XbzjA/TzBKlizTeBI/AAAAAAAABVY/mLZOfij6Ybc/s1600/PH5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2gOQ9XbzjA/TzBKlizTeBI/AAAAAAAABVY/mLZOfij6Ybc/s320/PH5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got real cultural on Friday night at our friends art show. We were dressed up, having intelligent conversations about art and stuff, and drank champagne (as you do at classy events). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5usJS-6pog/TzBKz4UqBmI/AAAAAAAABVg/6x9yILkBPog/s1600/PH3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5usJS-6pog/TzBKz4UqBmI/AAAAAAAABVg/6x9yILkBPog/s320/PH3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Which of course lead to this after going to Boxers for our friend Jason's birthday. Yes these are heels and socks on a man. I have such classy friends. Night 1 of going to Bartini was a hell of a lot of dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0SAch9eFwPI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jocean and Ben came over and we watched "Rules of Attraction" - YAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aCJWNM1a3F8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Continued our Horror Movie Saturday tradition with "Paranormal Activity 3" - BOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6iE0jzdkm2E" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got some noodles from our favorite place - Xian Famous Noodles...soo good. Went to a game night with the usual suspects, and played a really interesting version of "Telephone Pictionary" which will surely make an apperance at future game nights. Night 2 of Bartini was less dancy fun and then I took a strange cab ride home way too late. Twas an unusual way to end my night, but the whole day was crazy. Bowling happened on Sunday and I got a 131 and 129! A far cry from my usual goal of trying to beat 100. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDmrTsTwlr4/TzBOPK_cQqI/AAAAAAAABVw/5P_4qO1oPMQ/s1600/PH4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDmrTsTwlr4/TzBOPK_cQqI/AAAAAAAABVw/5P_4qO1oPMQ/s320/PH4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then of course we had our 4th annual Superbowl tradition of THE GAY POWER HOUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GuOMsZZJScA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I could go on about how amazing Madonna was (she wasn't that amazing) or how much I loved Kelly's bangs and version of the national anthem (I loved it hard), but honestly the Power Hour is one of the highlights of the Superbowl for me. Not the wings, funny commercials, or hot football players in tight pants could trump 60 shots of cheap light beer in 60 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And that folks was my weekend. Exhausted? So am I.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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She had me dancing, she got me singing, and she even got me a little teary eyed (her cover of "I Know You Won't" is just one heartbreaking lyric after the next and god does she sound amazing and&amp;nbsp;deep on it). Although there was nothing better than a stripped down version of "Never Again". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIDcZ_7OctA"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CIDcZ_7OctA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would say this was probably my favorite part of the concert and one of the most unexpected ways I ever thought this hard rock go fuck yourself anthem would go. It sounded like a completely different song. The reason I loved the old version was because it was such an angry bitter I have the upperhand song. Now it sounds almost *dare I say it* sweet and tender? I know, when you have lyric "When you're in bed with her, think of me", but with just a piano, it changes the whole tune...literally. Well the show was nothing short of great, and I would go see Kelly any time she comes around. Mainly because I love that she sings live, but mostly because she is the true original and one of the most talented artists to ever win or participate in American Idol ever. Sorry Carrie, I still love you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-6590048434488210873?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6590048434488210873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-kelly-goes-long-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6590048434488210873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6590048434488210873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-kelly-goes-long-way.html' title='A Little Kelly Goes A Long Way'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CIDcZ_7OctA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8459708864161975425</id><published>2012-01-18T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:02:48.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><title type='text'>Idol is BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cuOqf3meh3g" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In honor of the return of Idol tonight, I present you with one of my favorite Idol performances of ALL TIME. Ms. Syesha Mercado finished third on the seventh season of the show, but this number still holds up as one of her best performances, if not, one of the best of the season. One Rock and Roll Too Many is never enough!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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YES, that is the Manhattan Bridge.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-2566019007075019278?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2566019007075019278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinatown-after-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2566019007075019278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2566019007075019278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinatown-after-dark.html' title='Chinatown: After Dark'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bzeKdOE-IRM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-2504609713427719446</id><published>2012-01-10T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:35:44.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stacy'/><title type='text'>Chasing Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hyIEDyE-_RU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should I give up, or do I just keep on chasing puppies even if it leads nowhere? F'reals nothing provides me more fun than chasing my sister's dog and making it go wild. You see if there is one thing you should know about me is that I love to tease. The dog, well, it loves to run. A lot. Even in circles in a hotel room at my sister's wedding. You can see the special guests Laura laughing in the bed, TripB giving me serious eyerollage, and my sister ordering folding chairs on the phone. SPOILER ALERT: When I play dead in the end, I am not really dead. Just pretending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-2504609713427719446?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2504609713427719446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/chasing-puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2504609713427719446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2504609713427719446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/chasing-puppies.html' title='Chasing Puppies'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hyIEDyE-_RU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-4199283710478443279</id><published>2012-01-06T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:41:10.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eNUAjE6LUI/TwdMXyjSolI/AAAAAAAABVA/JNJRz1LapuY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eNUAjE6LUI/TwdMXyjSolI/AAAAAAAABVA/JNJRz1LapuY/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Father Time is wishing you A Very Happy 2012!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it has come to that point again, a new year, new beginnings, blah blah blah. Personally 2011&amp;nbsp; had lots of highs and lows, but like all things we must put it behind us. It's time to take all those lessons you learned last year and apply them to this year. I certainly learned my fair share of lessons, and well gosh darn it, I plan on using all that knowledge I gained and plan on&amp;nbsp;applying&amp;nbsp;to myself this year. I made a few resolutions and one of them was to cook more. So guess what I did??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlxIE1gc-Dk/TwdNI-bZ7sI/AAAAAAAABVI/saDQnYeiG88/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlxIE1gc-Dk/TwdNI-bZ7sI/AAAAAAAABVI/saDQnYeiG88/s320/photo2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup I made my first casserole ever and it was THE BOMB. I actually impressed myself and it was sooo easy. You will be seeing lots more of these in the upcoming year. One of my other resolutions is to stop worrying about this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XquWyc-nLbc/TwdN9pC4bqI/AAAAAAAABVQ/kwm_T6pDhjI/s1600/2012-doomsday-2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XquWyc-nLbc/TwdN9pC4bqI/AAAAAAAABVQ/kwm_T6pDhjI/s320/2012-doomsday-2008.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup I am ril scared this old apocalypse thing is gonna happen on Dec 21, 2012 at 11:11pm, but we can't start worrying about the unknown right? Right? Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-4199283710478443279?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4199283710478443279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4199283710478443279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4199283710478443279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-yall.html' title='Happy New Year Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--eNUAjE6LUI/TwdMXyjSolI/AAAAAAAABVA/JNJRz1LapuY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-2750640276348810283</id><published>2012-01-04T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T17:26:38.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><title type='text'>Idol Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F6hKOr1FAZE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I may or may not have been reading spoilers about who makes it to the Top 42 on Idol this season (HEY! Don't judge me!) but one of my favorite contestants from Season 6 (Jordin Sparks season&amp;nbsp;for those not in the know) Baylie Brown makes to the Top 42 this round! I loved her and it's funny I remember her from almost 6 years ago and she didn't even make it that far. Anyways, she's back, she's a little older, her voice I am sure has matured, and I could not be more excited. She's cute as a button, and she is very Carrie Underwood-esque. She has to be 10X better than that Lauren Alaina chick, and I bet she knows all the words to the National Anthem. Just sayin'&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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It is pain? Is it pleasure? Is he choking? Also what is that thing in his mouth? Doesn't he know he can choke on that thing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjZtqyH6rBM/TvEQTY-7e6I/AAAAAAAABUE/qM6yhf2Pv90/s1600/bandtisbri.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjZtqyH6rBM/TvEQTY-7e6I/AAAAAAAABUE/qM6yhf2Pv90/s320/bandtisbri.JPG" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well this is certainly a candid picture of TripB. It's almost like he didn't even know the camera was there. Ok who are we kidding he ALWAYS knows when there is a camera around. He looks dashingly handsome in his bowtie, per usual. Also what is he doing snooping through the cupboards for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4RYR3O63oY/TvJpBlvNqxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ICPv-0tdxGM/s1600/brispkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4RYR3O63oY/TvJpBlvNqxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ICPv-0tdxGM/s320/brispkids.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It all makes sense now. I know that feeling of shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG7P6MNDz9U/TvJpXghcBoI/AAAAAAAABUs/BQtn0P2IfV4/s1600/banditsgroup.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JG7P6MNDz9U/TvJpXghcBoI/AAAAAAAABUs/BQtn0P2IfV4/s320/banditsgroup.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So with the holidays fast approaching I wanted to send everyone this high-larious card to say "Happy Holidays" from our little group of friends better known as the BANDITS.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1315425767848531401?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1315425767848531401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1315425767848531401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1315425767848531401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-madness.html' title='Holiday Madness'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6vAZzlaX6Zk/TvJpdtNS7XI/AAAAAAAABU4/v-peHeddvAw/s72-c/banditsgroup2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8271152307352463425</id><published>2011-12-20T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:42:22.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><title type='text'>Murder Mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vZXtAeCTA/TvEN_W7kVgI/AAAAAAAABTc/0zgbLKkQdKI/s1600/MMphoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U4vZXtAeCTA/TvEN_W7kVgI/AAAAAAAABTc/0zgbLKkQdKI/s320/MMphoto.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whenever you go to a Murder Mystery dinner you should always make sure to pack your oversized glasses and fake Virginia Slims because they obviously aid in helping to solve the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpdpZR7R2BA/TvEOBVWwCUI/AAAAAAAABTk/sp7aqz_dI3Q/s1600/Gugg1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpdpZR7R2BA/TvEOBVWwCUI/AAAAAAAABTk/sp7aqz_dI3Q/s320/Gugg1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also dressing in your newsboy cap and our host calling you "Pee-Wee Herman" helps as well! Whatever it was, we figured out the Murder Mystery and had a blast. The food...notsomuch, but the company was divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2qidyXANho/TuujwV5yPuI/AAAAAAAABTU/qntx42bnPaE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2qidyXANho/TuujwV5yPuI/AAAAAAAABTU/qntx42bnPaE/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6 short days until I get to see this sight again. Yup, been counting down the days until I go home for Christmas like it's my job. I am so thankful my mom always gets a "real" tree since we were on a "fake" tree kick for a while. It just makes our living room smell like fresh pine, which is one of my favorite smells in the world. Well that and the smell of movie popcorn at a theater, which is like heaven to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Happy Holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we had our (I don't even know how many years we have been doing this, so I am going to take a guess) 3rd Year Cookie Decorating Party at our friend Craig's. It was so much fun to just decorate cookies, listen to Christmas Music, and drink some wine with friends. Oh yeah there was chili too which was damn good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBKGx6sbR2o/TupdytvlUWI/AAAAAAAABSc/5WWugeA7FEw/s1600/allcookies.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBKGx6sbR2o/TupdytvlUWI/AAAAAAAABSc/5WWugeA7FEw/s320/allcookies.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all of those holiday gems that were made with such tender love and care! Thankfully this guy didn't show up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvnsqIiNWJQ/TupeHTaXPeI/AAAAAAAABSk/xoXu9e26f58/s1600/36525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvnsqIiNWJQ/TupeHTaXPeI/AAAAAAAABSk/xoXu9e26f58/s1600/36525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh man, that would have sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWLFFT_27DY/TupeVdTptRI/AAAAAAAABS0/gfgtPWFIskg/s1600/allcookies2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWLFFT_27DY/TupeVdTptRI/AAAAAAAABS0/gfgtPWFIskg/s320/allcookies2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So a majority of the cookies above I decorated. So you have your Siamese Christmas twins cookies, your penis shaped one, lots of crazy stars, a tree or two, oh and this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUebQIQBmyw/TupeoyClDPI/AAAAAAAABS8/GCN-Rp1U4P0/s1600/allstocking.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bUebQIQBmyw/TupeoyClDPI/AAAAAAAABS8/GCN-Rp1U4P0/s320/allstocking.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I never said I was a dessert chef or anything, but I attempted to make a stocking with my intials. Although the end result looks more like a big ol' sperm and two seahorses kissing. Yup, not exactly SM, but I guess it's close enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rw7a5AkVORk/TupfD1-MbYI/AAAAAAAABTE/KPCcmBmW820/s1600/allorange.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rw7a5AkVORk/TupfD1-MbYI/AAAAAAAABTE/KPCcmBmW820/s320/allorange.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cookie however was the most creative and best assembled in my humble opinion. Does it look familiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgpCB8RVm28/TupgVjBmVeI/AAAAAAAABTM/T-LrDP-GZ8k/s1600/A-Clockwork-Orange-a-clockwork-orange-14752230-965-577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgpCB8RVm28/TupgVjBmVeI/AAAAAAAABTM/T-LrDP-GZ8k/s320/A-Clockwork-Orange-a-clockwork-orange-14752230-965-577.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup - A Clockwork Orange. It's creepy yet so creative, I heart it so hard. Plus the green cane next to him? Genius. Fun times all around and it was such a success. Why was it such a success? It's probably because for the next week or so I have lots of cookies to munch on while getting into the holiday spirit.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-6974986559070168791?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6974986559070168791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-cookie-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6974986559070168791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6974986559070168791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-cookie-time.html' title='It&apos;s Cookie Time!'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YboMpgSDBeo/TupbOgZSTAI/AAAAAAAABRs/F6WJJo90OnA/s72-c/alltree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8221258231031708209</id><published>2011-12-14T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:23:27.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnRfHmh2KXQ/Tuj2e3O6xjI/AAAAAAAABRk/h3uSPOM5dXE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rnRfHmh2KXQ/Tuj2e3O6xjI/AAAAAAAABRk/h3uSPOM5dXE/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is no Christmas Tree more grand or seen by the masses more than the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. It's truly a sight to see and every year it absolutely gives me the same feeling I had when I first saw it as a child: breathtaking. I really look forward to seeing what they do with it every year, and now that I live in NYC I have the pleasure of seeing it whenever I want. Usually this is a lot since I work about 5 blocks away, but it just wouldn't be Christmas without seeing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I have been obsessed with the Destiny's Child Christmas album lately. Between that and Michael Buble I don't know which my iPod is more sick of. My favorite on the album is Winter Paradise because let's face it, I am a sucker for an original Christmas song. Can Beyonce do any wrong, even with that crazy blonde look she is trying to pull off? I still don't hate Kelly's red streaks. Or her acting turn in Freddy Vs. Jason. And Michelle, well at least you're pretty and usually get a solo on most DC songs. I said "most" cause you know Beyonce always gotta be front and center. Sho' nuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fifR_4rv5DI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1918590686781266160?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1918590686781266160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-dc-holiday-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1918590686781266160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1918590686781266160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-dc-holiday-post.html' title='A Very DC Holiday Post'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BPmmTXdEDh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-4646507680506357990</id><published>2011-12-12T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:26:40.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUuL-6eeMIw/TuY4-t0dBfI/AAAAAAAABRc/H3q7JR7pZYk/s1600/santa..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUuL-6eeMIw/TuY4-t0dBfI/AAAAAAAABRc/H3q7JR7pZYk/s320/santa..JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because at the end of the day don't we all need a little urban Santa in our lives? This Santa lives in front of my aunt Irene's house in Western Mass, and I simply love it so much. Every Christmas Eve I look forward to seeing it greet me at the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I can't tell whether I love it or absolutely hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Last Monday Fire Island's main center of town - The Pavilion, High Tea, and Low Tea were burnt to the ground in a fire that destroyed so many places I have spent the last 3 summers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85-HfTve_m8/TsV9fywjWyI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GI2E9toEYw4/s1600/FI3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85-HfTve_m8/TsV9fywjWyI/AAAAAAAABQ8/GI2E9toEYw4/s320/FI3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some time after 9pm last night, a fire destroyed part of Fire Island’s famed Pavilion complex, including La Fountaine, Sip N’ Twirl and the Bistro. Hundreds of Long Island firefighters responded to the call, which Pines co-owner Andew Kirtzman says is now out. The Pavilion, originally constructed in 1980, was razed and rebuilt in 2007 by former owner Eric von Kuersteiner. It was renovated again in 2010 when Kirtzman and his partners took over as new owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TGSl92N-SQ/TsV9hDAwi0I/AAAAAAAABRE/HS69dgr4y6Y/s1600/FI2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TGSl92N-SQ/TsV9hDAwi0I/AAAAAAAABRE/HS69dgr4y6Y/s320/FI2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know what to say honestly. It's crazy to think that next summer when I go back for my fourth straight summer to vacation, we won't have the Blue Whale to look at when the ferry pulls into the dock. We won't have Middle Tea to dance in on Saturday nights. I keep hearing they are going to rebuild it before next summer, but alas it will never be the same. I don't even know how they are going to be able to do this in less than 6 months, plus with the addition of winter hitting us so soon, it just makes me wonder&amp;nbsp;what will 2012 in Fire Island be like? It will certainly be different, that's for sure. Who knows if they will try to replicate it like nothing happened or they will try to do something new. What I do know is that all of the memories I have of all these places are just that, memories. It's heartbreaking yet perhaps a change will do Fire Island good? Perhaps they will come back bigger and better. Maybe they will finally be able to fit all those gays in Low Tea, or maybe it will just be an empty space come next Memorial Day which is our first weekend in the new house. Whatever happens, I will cherish all the fun times I had there with friends and will always always remember that nothing is forever. Even Fire Island.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-4476510156438625090?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4476510156438625090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-fire-island-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4476510156438625090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4476510156438625090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-fire-island-for-now.html' title='Goodbye Fire Island, For Now'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eLnq6bTVJ54/TsV7f6pr_yI/AAAAAAAABQ0/cGzSZo5R1QY/s72-c/FI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-3490886274334995153</id><published>2011-10-25T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:29:04.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the hell'/><title type='text'>What the Hell: Halloween Costumes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHc6-F1KCZE/TqcaUXzmqcI/AAAAAAAABPE/xcdBSjwEux8/s1600/8mvju.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHc6-F1KCZE/TqcaUXzmqcI/AAAAAAAABPE/xcdBSjwEux8/s320/8mvju.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just saw this photo and a variety of questions peppered my mind as I stood dumbfounded anyone would ever dress like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it Halloween?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is that the Monsters from Monsters, Inc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you are going to dress your daughter in the same hideous outfit, why does the dog get off scot-free? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who wears Uggs anymore, nevermind putting Uggs on a shirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you smoking Meth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even your daughter is hiding her face in that outfit from the paparzzi, so why are you proud of your outfit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do your handcuffs really have pink fringe that matched the pink fringe on your boots?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Where do you even purchase these outfits? Hot Topic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you sure it's not the monsters from Monsters Inc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxCYDoWn8n8/TqcbcxvDfXI/AAAAAAAABPM/mQqSAAbXEBg/s1600/Monsters_Inc_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YxCYDoWn8n8/TqcbcxvDfXI/AAAAAAAABPM/mQqSAAbXEBg/s320/Monsters_Inc_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like a weird hybrid of the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever the reason is, it's not enough to leave your house looking like that. Especially if you were on a show about Teen Moms doing stupid things, many of which did not include dressing your daughter to look as ridiculous as you in pink fur ugg boots and rainbow skirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel most sorry for the dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-3490886274334995153?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3490886274334995153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-hell-halloween-costumes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3490886274334995153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3490886274334995153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-hell-halloween-costumes.html' title='What the Hell: Halloween Costumes?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHc6-F1KCZE/TqcaUXzmqcI/AAAAAAAABPE/xcdBSjwEux8/s72-c/8mvju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-143811489626690297</id><published>2011-10-20T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:54:23.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelly'/><title type='text'>I Know You Won't: The Duel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have to know me very well to know how much I love Carrie Underwood (if you don't let me show you a little headband). She is flawless in my opinion. Her voice is spot on, she is drop dead gorgeous, and her songs just make melt. I love her sad and painful song "I Know You Won't". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8qGhNN-67-E" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just has the technical perfection that is unmatched by any artist live. She always hits every note with searing speed and makes it look so effortless. Can anyone hit a note longer or as strong as she can?? The last note on this literally sounds like she can go on forever. I can't sing, but watching her sing makes me want to sing, or dance,&amp;nbsp;or cry, depends on my mood. Although I recently came across Kelly Clarkson's version of it, and while I dig Carrie's version, Kelly's literally knocked me over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/16Ii6JSe2K8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is something about the emotion behind the song, and the softness in her voice that makes this version better in my opinion. There is a certain pain in her voice and I just feel the lyrics more than I do from Carrie. Maybe there is something about being technically perfect on this song that sort of takes away from the amazing lyrics and hurt that comes with accepting the fact everything is not going to be alright. I like the buildup more from Kelly, and when she goes for those power notes I just feel the same way I felt when I saw her on American Idol, in awe. I also like that Kelly is covering a Carrie song. They are both the best people who won Idol in my humble opinion and I would listen to either of them in concert any day of the week. But in this case I have to give Kelly the props where props are due. She rocked it out, gulp, better than Carrie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-143811489626690297?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/143811489626690297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-you-wont-duel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/143811489626690297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/143811489626690297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-know-you-wont-duel.html' title='I Know You Won&apos;t: The Duel'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8qGhNN-67-E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8812622489424950190</id><published>2011-10-14T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:02:24.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Welcome to My 30's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQNGGk8_yaQ/TpiGtrz7w3I/AAAAAAAABO8/xvu_nX7pPlI/s1600/bday2342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQNGGk8_yaQ/TpiGtrz7w3I/AAAAAAAABO8/xvu_nX7pPlI/s320/bday2342.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this face doesn't say it all! Last night I had a wonderful birthday dinner with a group of closest friends. We had some wine, we laughed, and I cried toasting some of the most important people in my life. As you can tell from my face, I have been quite emotional since entering my 30's. I am ready to embrace my age because you are only as old as you feel. And I feel 29. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-8812622489424950190?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8812622489424950190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-to-my-30s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8812622489424950190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8812622489424950190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-to-my-30s.html' title='Welcome to My 30&apos;s'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQNGGk8_yaQ/TpiGtrz7w3I/AAAAAAAABO8/xvu_nX7pPlI/s72-c/bday2342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-6551706484261132966</id><published>2011-10-12T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:13:55.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scareys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things I Have Learned Since My Last Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcryKl9H3Fo/TpW6J4wI10I/AAAAAAAABOc/7x-h1HeoaWg/s1600/sm27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcryKl9H3Fo/TpW6J4wI10I/AAAAAAAABOc/7x-h1HeoaWg/s1600/sm27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, I am still a little in shock that I am going to be turning 30 tomorrow. It's exciting, scary, but overall just another day in my life. I am terrified yet so ready to embrace the next chapter of my future, but completely nervous of what that future may hold.&amp;nbsp;What I can tell you is what I learned over the last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am way more active that I ever thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was growing up I played baseball, soccer, and basketball. While I wasn't completely crazy about any of them, I eventually took the academic route in high school with the likes of journalism and student council taking over my social life. Since moving to NYC I have become obsessed with dodgeball. So much that I play in a straight and help run a gay league. I have slowly added 2 bowling leagues to my plate and a kickball league. Currently I play sports 5 days a week, which if you would have asked me 10 years ago I thought I would be this athletic as I got older, I would have laughed in your face and then eaten a mozzerella stick. It's healthy for me, it keeps me moving, and I have made some of my best friends in these leagues. I would say that it does take up a lot of my time, but in the end it's still fun for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlGGwbsQ0UY/TpX97Q-g7pI/AAAAAAAABOs/AzrSh7DGytc/s1600/Mariah-Scareys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JlGGwbsQ0UY/TpX97Q-g7pI/AAAAAAAABOs/AzrSh7DGytc/s320/Mariah-Scareys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am WAY more competitive than I need to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's a sport, a game night, or even in life, I always play to win. While that might be great when you are on a team with me, I can imagine it's highly annoying when you are playing against me. I get loud, I get crazy, and I get angry. I am trying to really work on this in the new year because I have to remember it's just a game. It's not life or death. Sometimes my competitive side gets the best of me, and I really need to control my emotions and keep them in check. Even if it's over something stupid like a game of beer pong, I need to remember that sometimes when you lose you actually win in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Can Change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the saying "A tiger can't change it's stripes". While I think that is true to a degree, I think if you want to change you absolutely can change who you are. If that tiger wanted to be a lion and got some dye for it's fur it can change it's stripes. The problem is they have to want it bad enough. I have recently decided to make some changes in my life to better it in the long run. I realized the life I was living wasn't the life I wanted to live. It kills me to think of everything I wanted over the last year suddenly doesn't matter. All those things I thought I wanted couldn't be further from what I really truly want in my life. Sometimes that wakeup call may never come for some people, but if you&amp;nbsp;really stop and think about what you want - you have the opportunity to make that change.&amp;nbsp;I want to make the change. No one else can make you change&amp;nbsp; for you if you don't want to change yourself. You have to believe in yourself first and foremost, and if you have someone else to help you believe in you that goes a long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeZpSaJLIMI/TpYGDmCIo0I/AAAAAAAABO0/9cDkojXKfl4/s1600/fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeZpSaJLIMI/TpYGDmCIo0I/AAAAAAAABO0/9cDkojXKfl4/s320/fam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Family Is The Best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have always been there for anything I needed and they are my biggest support system. I have a very large and very close knit family. We always are there for each other, and recently they have proved to me how amazing they are. They threw me the best surprise party at home, and completely showed me how much they love and care for me. Without them, I don't where I would be today. They have made me the man who I am and for that I am ever so thankful. They always know what to say and have the best judge of character when it comes to friends or boyfriends or whatnot. Also they accept me for who I am. I never have to pretend or be something I am not. I know they will continue to be there for me in the future and I will continue to love them until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Let True Love Slip Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNEbwxKlK4I/TpW6Lh1JTII/AAAAAAAABOk/ngpB8_0JChw/s1600/holiday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNEbwxKlK4I/TpW6Lh1JTII/AAAAAAAABOk/ngpB8_0JChw/s320/holiday1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Real true love comes around only every so often in life. You may not be expecting it, and you may not be ready for it, but when it happens it consumes you.&amp;nbsp;What I have learned this year is you&amp;nbsp;should never let it go. It is so rare to meet someone you click with instantly and totally gets you that when you find&amp;nbsp;that person&amp;nbsp;you need to always make&amp;nbsp;them your priority. I found a really amazing and special guy who completely came into my life and turned it upside down. We had our highs and we had our lows, but at the end of the day I had a boyfriend and a best friend&amp;nbsp;at my side.&amp;nbsp;I was too selfish with my emotions and it eventually tore us apart. I came back after a lot of self reflection recently and realized I had screwed up one of the best things I had going on in my life. I made the mistake and now I am paying for it. When you find someone you love and you hold dear to your heart make sure you always tell them how much you love them. Make sure to send flowers just to remind them that you care, because one day you may not get the chance to.&amp;nbsp;Little things go a long way. My heart may be broken at the moment, but sometimes we need to hit rock bottom before we can climb our way back to the top. I have never been so much in love before him, and I have never felt this much emotion for anyone so I know it must mean something. I hope one day we can hit the restart button and try to find the love that we both shared so passionately. I know it's&amp;nbsp;not going to be today or tomorrow, but I am hopeful that time can heal all wounds.&amp;nbsp;It's a painful but beautiful thing to realize everything you ever wanted, you already had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q-LMS0GUvWs" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-6551706484261132966?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6551706484261132966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-have-learned-since-my-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6551706484261132966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6551706484261132966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-have-learned-since-my-last.html' title='Things I Have Learned Since My Last Birthday'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcryKl9H3Fo/TpW6J4wI10I/AAAAAAAABOc/7x-h1HeoaWg/s72-c/sm27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1694375350743380304</id><published>2011-10-11T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:06:51.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurotrip'/><title type='text'>Eurotrip Summary by Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BkPfKWho5RY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup - Ben is trying to sum up&amp;nbsp;our time in Munich. He is trying to think but his brain may be a little fried.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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We saw the sights, drank our fair share, and took in the European scene. We started in Amsterdam, and since I lived in the Netherlands back in 2000 it was quite lovely to go back and see a land&amp;nbsp;I once called home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEMt2GV3TRk/TpSdJgk7NaI/AAAAAAAABMU/P2Z5Zzob2Xk/s1600/Euro1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEMt2GV3TRk/TpSdJgk7NaI/AAAAAAAABMU/P2Z5Zzob2Xk/s320/Euro1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So let's start out with the view from our apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wDgxjlaGAs/TpSdLGZls9I/AAAAAAAABMc/3M-HFcQhtag/s1600/euro2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wDgxjlaGAs/TpSdLGZls9I/AAAAAAAABMc/3M-HFcQhtag/s320/euro2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To die right? We stayed in a beautiful apartment, but it was tiny! Although this view makes up for sleeping on a "pullout couch" which was like basically a cushion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwu2T9YXLXw/TpSj-aDKexI/AAAAAAAABN0/g_crMuVhYEA/s1600/329395_10150314537513657_551768656_7971301_1162496974_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwu2T9YXLXw/TpSj-aDKexI/AAAAAAAABN0/g_crMuVhYEA/s320/329395_10150314537513657_551768656_7971301_1162496974_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rented some bikes and rode along the canals and hung out in a park outside the Van Gogh museum. It was hilarious and fun, and I have never laughed so hard seeing Ben on the back of our bikes trying to get to the train station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yq1zIHiTnX8/TpSdOI1wCtI/AAAAAAAABMs/rO2DzmXC_bQ/s1600/Euro55.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yq1zIHiTnX8/TpSdOI1wCtI/AAAAAAAABMs/rO2DzmXC_bQ/s320/Euro55.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had such good luck with the weather. It was beautiful the whole week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg_2-uzKbNo/TpSdMcHTiLI/AAAAAAAABMk/UeVGIozSqpY/s1600/Euro3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xg_2-uzKbNo/TpSdMcHTiLI/AAAAAAAABMk/UeVGIozSqpY/s320/Euro3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We slowly made our way from Amsterdam on an overnight train to Munich and crashed Oktoberfest in the crazy and most insane way possible. Also we drank a lot of beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeQoW9WiFik/TpSj5LCscHI/AAAAAAAABNU/HFCjRqZczxs/s1600/287492_10150467084883642_674558641_11236325_894729138_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeQoW9WiFik/TpSj5LCscHI/AAAAAAAABNU/HFCjRqZczxs/s320/287492_10150467084883642_674558641_11236325_894729138_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The steins of beer were out of control and they were expensive yo! Brian had his captain hat on and was ready for duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyAgv4Fnvzs/TpSj81aF5gI/AAAAAAAABNs/YSCy-EHrnKY/s1600/327563_10150322848618657_551768656_8021918_308404967_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JyAgv4Fnvzs/TpSj81aF5gI/AAAAAAAABNs/YSCy-EHrnKY/s320/327563_10150322848618657_551768656_8021918_308404967_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we drank and sang and some of us even wore leiderhosen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqp4l1-t6B0/TpSmW22RVDI/AAAAAAAABN8/Q42n9_FqbxA/s1600/ledi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqp4l1-t6B0/TpSmW22RVDI/AAAAAAAABN8/Q42n9_FqbxA/s320/ledi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dan is cute and festive right? Did I mention that we also rode some rides too??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFeFQA3cfqU/TpSj6XurYXI/AAAAAAAABNc/4FjPhjeN_Ys/s1600/290252_10150467105898642_674558641_11236445_124806546_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFeFQA3cfqU/TpSj6XurYXI/AAAAAAAABNc/4FjPhjeN_Ys/s320/290252_10150467105898642_674558641_11236445_124806546_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oktoberfest is sorta like The Big E but with more rides and lots more beer. Plus people barking at you in German sounds really scary at times. Sadly I lost my wallet on one of the rides, but eventually found it the next day! Huzzah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ0ZSs2V0_E/TpSdPqRbGKI/AAAAAAAABM0/2VQpRWAoOYQ/s1600/euro6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQ0ZSs2V0_E/TpSdPqRbGKI/AAAAAAAABM0/2VQpRWAoOYQ/s320/euro6.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel the same way about the person who stole my money out of wallet Der. You could not have hit the nail on the head any closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYfMLarXyCw/TpSdSwXpw3I/AAAAAAAABM8/8NyvZiUIjIA/s1600/euro7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oYfMLarXyCw/TpSdSwXpw3I/AAAAAAAABM8/8NyvZiUIjIA/s320/euro7.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We visited an amazing Olympic Park that was just amazing to see in person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E23Na-q5PlU/TpSdUeBs5-I/AAAAAAAABNE/RQ_BWU3elrI/s1600/euro9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E23Na-q5PlU/TpSdUeBs5-I/AAAAAAAABNE/RQ_BWU3elrI/s320/euro9.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also amazing was this character from an 80's sitcom who was on the trip with us....oh wait that's Ben? Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDJ7l4-JY2c/TpSj7rJS_pI/AAAAAAAABNk/7LzZD_75QUU/s1600/322208_10150467102753642_674558641_11236420_515459957_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDJ7l4-JY2c/TpSj7rJS_pI/AAAAAAAABNk/7LzZD_75QUU/s320/322208_10150467102753642_674558641_11236420_515459957_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our awesome crew who drank with us in Munich. They also lent me money and bought me beers when I needed it. Without them I would have been thirsty and broke. Lovely bunch.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwu2T9YXLXw/TpSj-aDKexI/AAAAAAAABN0/g_crMuVhYEA/s1600/329395_10150314537513657_551768656_7971301_1162496974_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yY34jClIbyE/TpSnlFHKQaI/AAAAAAAABOE/dig2DV0o2AU/s1600/ledi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yY34jClIbyE/TpSnlFHKQaI/AAAAAAAABOE/dig2DV0o2AU/s320/ledi2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Munich Jocean, Straight Mikey, and I went to Berlin and when we got there this amazing sunset greeted us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dwsfWlqdAE/TpSn5zTQM6I/AAAAAAAABOM/n1PgPxXr-y8/s1600/ledi3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dwsfWlqdAE/TpSn5zTQM6I/AAAAAAAABOM/n1PgPxXr-y8/s320/ledi3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed in the East Village type of neighborhood in Berlin and were surrounded by earthy musicians who didn't look like they showered very much. Was I in the East Village? I will never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiKRtneJg08/TpSdV7chZDI/AAAAAAAABNM/r1MZkMimN78/s1600/euro12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiKRtneJg08/TpSdV7chZDI/AAAAAAAABNM/r1MZkMimN78/s320/euro12.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got the chance to visit a film studio where we shooting one of the films I am working on. It was great to see the process and to understand the filmmakers intentions. I loved seeing our Berlin studios and meeting some of the crew and seeing the sets. Truly a once in a lifetime experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BX4jDzWtQHg/TpSohZ0WQFI/AAAAAAAABOU/oVgcjuhYcas/s1600/group1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BX4jDzWtQHg/TpSohZ0WQFI/AAAAAAAABOU/oVgcjuhYcas/s320/group1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole trip was a once in a lifetime experience. The memories and friends I made on this trip will last me for a lifetime. On the way back from the trip I had a nice long train and plane ride to really reflect on my life. I am turning 30 this week and it gave me a chance to put things in perspective. I know now how I want to live the rest of my life, and without this trip I don't think I would have had a chance to think about what I wanted in my future. I think this trip not only helped me to understand how to travel and drink and sleep less than I have ever have before, but it taught me a lot about myself. It taught me that even when you think you know what you want, you always can change your mind. We all have to grow up sometime and after this trip I think my time is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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True Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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After a small hiatus we are coming back and badder than ever. Oh wait, hold up, there's a little bit of chaos at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZTtCsqVUYI/To9heCQ-J_I/AAAAAAAABMI/uov1lIjAjA0/s1600/Scareys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZTtCsqVUYI/To9heCQ-J_I/AAAAAAAABMI/uov1lIjAjA0/s320/Scareys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok that is better! We got some new players - James, Mike Mogavero, Brittany, Sarah, and Heather. That's right lots of fresh blood running through the Scarey veins. On Weds we played our first night and we lost our first match to the Sparkle Mafia (ouch!) but won against Number Nine and Whiskey Liz was none too pleased. It's gonna be an interesting and exciting season with a dodgeball team of misfits I love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Peter Pan certainly didn't want to do it, and frankly neither did I. I have been enjoying my 20's immensely and after my near brush with death, I took every day as if it was my last. I called this era&amp;nbsp;of my life "My Second Chance World Tour" because in all honesty I thought if I don't live my life to the fullest, I would regret my youth. So imagine all of the wild oats I might have sewed, think of all the nights that probably ended up with me doing something stupid, and all of the regret I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; have for my actions. My way of thinking was pretty much selfishly all about myself,&amp;nbsp;which in your 20's I thought you were supposed to get out of your system? Ferris Bueller said, "Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once and while you just might miss it". I certainly didn't miss it, but life in the fast lane is not always the best road to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 30th Birthday a group of friends and I went to Europe to have a wild time. We began in Amsterdam, we drank heavily at Oktoberfest, and ended our trip in Berlin. It was an amazing, exhausting, and exhilarating experience to say the least. By the end of it I was physically and emotionally drained. I am never one to turn down a night on the town, but when it's night &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; night &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; night, it began to take a toll on my system in a way I never would have&amp;nbsp;predicted. At the end of the trip I had a nice 7 hour train ride from Berlin to Amsterdam and a 7 1/2 hour plane ride from Amsterdam back to NYC. It gave me a lot of time to reflect and really examine my life. What did I find? I discovered that I was a real dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last year and a half I&amp;nbsp;was in a relationship with an amazing guy who was always in my corner, always had my best intentions at hand, and was always &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;there when I needed him. In my careless and mostly reckless way of living, I hadn't really given the chance of giving my lifestyle up because in my mind I was still trying to live the life I thought I was supposed to live. I had one person at the end of the day I cared about and that was myself. This was a constant struggle in our relationship. I never fully gave myself 100% in it because I didn't think I had to. We lived together, we had the same circle of&amp;nbsp;friends, played in the same sports league, and we worked in the same industry so we were constantly around each other. We spent a lot of time with each other, and it I began to take for granted a lot of the little sweet moments we spent with each other because I was so focused on myself instead of us. So naturally I tried to sabotage the one good thing I had going in my life and we ended things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On those many hours of travel I endured, I had what Southerners usually refer to as "A Come To Jesus". I had finally gotten out of the NYC bubble I was living in and got a chance to really look at my life and figure out what I wanted to do in the next chapter of it. What I realized is the life I had been living isn't the life I wanted to live. To have your whole view of your life change is a truly scary experience. It's like all the things you thought you knew and wanted suddenly don't mean anything. I wanted to make a change in my life, but the change I made prior to the trip was not the change I should have made. It took a lot of soul searching to come to the conclusion that I had to accept the fact that I was wrong. I think its hard to walk that line between the humility of admitting you might have screwed up and on the other side not humiliating yourself so somebody can feel like you were punished.&amp;nbsp;I regretted a lot of the things I did and decisions I made, but I couldn't change the past. Regret is a really scary emotion because it can take over you and make you doubt even the most fundamental beliefs you had. I realized you can't hold onto regret, but you also won't be able to move foward if you can't let go of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all got me to thinking about second chances. I fully&amp;nbsp;believe life is all about second chances. Rarely do people ever get anything right the first time they try it; it's all about try and try again. If we never had second chances, how would anyone know when they were wrong?&amp;nbsp;If Bill Murray hadn't been given a second chance in "Scrooged" how would he have ever realized he was a big old prick and change his ways to save Christmas?&amp;nbsp;You have to be able to know and admit when you are wrong and try to move forward to making positive choices that will only continue to make you strive to be better. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down after you fall. I couldn't help but wonder if this new lease on life was a second chance to right the wrongs I had done. I couldn't take back any of my actions, but perhaps this was life's way of showing me not to make the same mistakes again in the future. I now realize you shouldn't take for granted anything in my life because you may never get the opportunity to experience it again. A second chance is almost better than a first chance because you know what &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;to do. In terms of life and love - a second chance is always the&amp;nbsp;first step in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-3735064901247922797?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3735064901247922797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-second-chance-world-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3735064901247922797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3735064901247922797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-second-chance-world-tour.html' title='My Second Second Chance World Tour'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-434804713977202606</id><published>2011-09-22T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:42:04.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeball'/><title type='text'>Battered and Bruised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYDy4jGt8xs/Tnurc5ONzrI/AAAAAAAABME/2JBK6sKblec/s1600/ouch..JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYDy4jGt8xs/Tnurc5ONzrI/AAAAAAAABME/2JBK6sKblec/s320/ouch..JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was just beginning to think, god I never get hurt at dodgeball any more. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to Amsterdam tonight. CAN. NOT. WAIT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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It was everything you would expect - fun with friends, lots of drinks, major beach/pool lounging, late night hijinx, and of course sweaty sweaty dancing. There are three types of "teas" or dance parties you can go to at The Pines. Low Tea is the first outside dance party that lasts from about 6pm until sun goes down. It's pretty tame compared to the other Teas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ssu62Ob2a8s" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there you travel to High Tea which is inside and its a big sweaty loud party. Let our friend Mike give you an idea of the ass shaking that comes with High Tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lpaZgJoM6go" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturdays, or Sundays on Holiday weekends, you have what the gays call Middle Tea. Yup imagine the sweatiest hottest dance party you can imagine. Overpriced drinks and everyone has their shirts off is about how you can picture it. This should give you an idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wi31g56BIzI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The reason people like Middle Tea the best is because they play amazing music and it's kinda like a circuit party that you don't have to pay to get into. Well on Fire Island this weekend, there was a nasty rumor that Middle Tea was cancelled on Saturday due to a private party being held there on Saturday night and the DJ being out of town. Well this did not sit well with the gays. We stomped our asses over and found it was not cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nopBOA47AcQ/TmfGdGvHu8I/AAAAAAAABL8/TKVdymtuU6g/s1600/Hallelujah%252520-%252520crops%252520grown%252520for%252520hemp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nopBOA47AcQ/TmfGdGvHu8I/AAAAAAAABL8/TKVdymtuU6g/s320/Hallelujah%252520-%252520crops%252520grown%252520for%252520hemp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HALLELUJAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we danced and danced and sweated and danced again until we could not dance no more I tell ya. The usual routine is you go home after Middle or High Tea and eat dinner than go back out or pass the fuck out. Most of the time this summer I ended up passing out. Although there are those rare occassions you rally and go back to Sip and Twirl for a nightcap. Cut to the next day, everyone is getting all amped up at Low Tea for Middle Tea to start. I again hear the rumors about Middle Tea being cancelled for party but alas no one believes me. They think that like the night before I am misinformed. After a few vodka and sodas my friend Esther and I filmed a short segment called "Vodka and Sodas with Esther" where she decided to call me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/85XkhKpDF9E" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy who cried Middle Tea?? Oy, well we ended up walking over to Middle Tea and what do you know....it was cancelled! Major Bummer, I was hoping I was wrong again!! So needless to say we marched our asses up to High Tea and danced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fZ9jiAVg_ZI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, the Teas are one of the best parts of going to Fire Island. It's where you see everyone, have a few drinks, and dance. Although next time when I hear rumors about Middle Tea&amp;nbsp;that may upset the gays, it's best I just keep it to myself otherwise the wolves may come and eat me up for crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Have a little respect for the bottoms!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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It has been one whirlwind after another. Between working on 3 movies back to back (Horrible Bosses, Harry Potter, and Crazy, Stupid, Love) I almost feel like I have even got the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of summer. Then I look back at pictures and remember I have a pretty kick ass group of friends and oh the places I have gone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zu-lcNAq8w/TjnJjnCo0XI/AAAAAAAABLs/h7yMx6RVF9k/s1600/278371_10100521363894379_800144_58790140_215002_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zu-lcNAq8w/TjnJjnCo0XI/AAAAAAAABLs/h7yMx6RVF9k/s320/278371_10100521363894379_800144_58790140_215002_o.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting with Fire Island...oh Fire Island, the terrible things you have done to my liver, but oh the memories you have created. Yes we may have had a former Real Worlder in our house (Davis from RW: Denver) but our guests are the best. Between the pool and the housemates, leaps and bounds awesomer than last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urcTTI3iiyA/TjnIpdW87nI/AAAAAAAABLc/F9ulOiy3CnA/s1600/photojade.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urcTTI3iiyA/TjnIpdW87nI/AAAAAAAABLc/F9ulOiy3CnA/s320/photojade.JPG" t$="true" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Potter Red Carpet - look at me looking terribly important with Jade (Tom Felton's Girlfriend). I hate that I have to carry that damn bag around. Meanwhile it was about 100 degrees on the carpet. Not kidding. I have never sweated so much in my whole career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpAtimCptY/TjnIrPZk0TI/AAAAAAAABLg/nvRcv6zkNmA/s1600/Ronies3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpAtimCptY/TjnIrPZk0TI/AAAAAAAABLg/nvRcv6zkNmA/s320/Ronies3.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ronies - our great kickball team totally kicks ass. We came in 3rd place this year. No big deal. Also me pitching is one of my favorite things I have done all year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wb8GA5ozosI/TjnIsKS1jOI/AAAAAAAABLk/TXsHfU_q_mg/s1600/TB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wb8GA5ozosI/TjnIsKS1jOI/AAAAAAAABLk/TXsHfU_q_mg/s320/TB.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;True Blood! Well this is a picture with Tim Stack, but loving True Blood this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn5ukqCsuH0/TjnI_KQsLEI/AAAAAAAABLo/1PSgNDg3Z7Y/s1600/rachel-daniele-big-brother-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn5ukqCsuH0/TjnI_KQsLEI/AAAAAAAABLo/1PSgNDg3Z7Y/s320/rachel-daniele-big-brother-13.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Big Brother 13 - love the show this season and my new favorite reality contestant is Dani. She is just like me, tells you how it is and looks stunning while doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsRz4xetMmo/TjnIdQ0nQGI/AAAAAAAABLU/Io8QUrAskOM/s1600/HK3_06094c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsRz4xetMmo/TjnIdQ0nQGI/AAAAAAAABLU/Io8QUrAskOM/s320/HK3_06094c.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harold and Kumar 3 - A Very 3D Christmas Stoner Spectacular - the first of it's kind, and directed by my good friend Todd Strauss-Schulson. It's the next movie we are working on and it doesn't come out until November...sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z7DIbV1QhU/TjnJlP8tQhI/AAAAAAAABLw/jp4mt0ADZTg/s1600/217497_10150222243811066_500621065_9026931_1957711_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z7DIbV1QhU/TjnJlP8tQhI/AAAAAAAABLw/jp4mt0ADZTg/s320/217497_10150222243811066_500621065_9026931_1957711_n.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This guy - my boyfriend Brian. Boy is he working me out this summer. We went home to Ohio. Had a lovely time, and we live together. For all the madness he puts me through, I love his crazy ass too much. No one has frustrated me more, and made me laugh harder. That's a hard combo to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-3764078104217970836?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3764078104217970836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-life-this-summer-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3764078104217970836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3764078104217970836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-life-this-summer-in-pictures.html' title='My Life This Summer in Pictures'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Zu-lcNAq8w/TjnJjnCo0XI/AAAAAAAABLs/h7yMx6RVF9k/s72-c/278371_10100521363894379_800144_58790140_215002_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8559470043639837632</id><published>2011-07-14T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:38:09.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Bad Guys Gone Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes good guys play bad guy character in movies. Take for instance Tom Felton. He plays a real meanie in Harry Potter but he is an awesome guy. Why you might ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uibCBW2LEjw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man brought 10 pizzas to fans who had been camped out at Lincoln Square for days to catch a glimpse of the cast for the last premiere of "Deathly Hallows 2". It was a great gesture and it seemed really geniune. See not all bad guys finish last.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Granted I have never been a huge fan, it's a great honor to work on films people love, cherish, and have become genuinely obsessed with . I never realized the magnitude of fandom for this series ever before in my life. People take this films and books &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; seriously. So much so that when we moved the release date for Deathly Hallows, you might have thought we killed someone. The messages about dying grandmother's last wishes to see the films before they die were just the tip of the angry fan iceberg. And trust me they all called to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a BAFTA Q&amp;amp;A yesterday for&amp;nbsp;the last film&amp;nbsp;and they were close to the end. They opened up the questions to the audience, and&amp;nbsp;a little girl no older than 5 or 6 stood up and asked the following question: "Is the magic in the films real?" The audience chuckled, there were some "ahhh's" in the audience and some people saying&amp;nbsp;"she's so cute!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma looked up at the little girl and laughed softly almost to herself because she knew this one of the last Q&amp;amp;A's she would be doing with the cast and filmmakers. You could see the wheels turning in her&amp;nbsp;head about how to respond, and the nostalgia of being that age and how you must remember kids believe in everything. She had admitted previously that she was a big fan of the books herself, read everyone, believed it was all real, and making these films was almost like finding out Santa doesn't really exist. Being the well versed actor and scholar (she goes to Brown ya know)&amp;nbsp;she tilted her head and responded, "There is a certain amount of magic that goes into making these films, you know. Dumbledore once said, 'Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it's not real.' We had an amazing time making these films, and you can believe whatever you choose to believe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood back and thought "WOW". She answered that question better than any way I could have ever thought. I saw a couple people get choked up, and the little girl said thank you and sat down. Emma scored major cool points in my book, and I am sure the little girl&amp;nbsp;will never forget that&amp;nbsp;interaction for&amp;nbsp;as long as she lives. Emma had a point though - there is a certain amount of magic that goes into making 8 films that people love and respect as a series. Without certain chance encounters, and a little luck, this whole franchise could have never existed. Luckily for us, some of us still believe in the magic of filmmaking.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-7267170767471864165?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7267170767471864165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/07/touch-of-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/7267170767471864165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/7267170767471864165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/07/touch-of-magic.html' title='A Touch of Magic'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgyBmID5xKQ/ThtChtuWn8I/AAAAAAAABLM/R-Q6g1c4GJc/s72-c/emma-watson-premiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-4876140185082873455</id><published>2011-06-08T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:34:59.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Verge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bdbat2z_8E/Te_isG8zCOI/AAAAAAAABK4/0-o5l5wEebU/s1600/Freaking-Out.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bdbat2z_8E/Te_isG8zCOI/AAAAAAAABK4/0-o5l5wEebU/s320/Freaking-Out.gif" t8="true" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God today is just one of those days where every thing is just not going in my direction. At times, I just stop and breathe and try to remember that everything happens for a reason. Although I am this close to just flipping the fuck out. From multiple friends telling me they are moving to work getting on my last nerve, I have just about had it. I always secretly wanted to do a freakout a la Julianne Moore in "Magnolia". You know "What's wrong? You can suck my dick, that's what's wrong. And you call me lady? Shame on you, shame on both of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3-A-L9LmQmU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although know my energy and stress level, I would probably get a little more...physical. A simple telling someone off probably wouldn't satisfy me enough. No I would need to get a little bit more dramatic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YersIyzsOpc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I kidding though, I would never get THAT crazy. Whatever my frustration is I plan on taking it out at the gym and putting my energy into something that would benefit me. Perhaps after all that intense working out I will finally get the chance to have Ryan Reynolds body?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8HjfHtTT4M/Te_qh9f48dI/AAAAAAAABLE/1JGkzQMIHAk/s1600/85rr.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8HjfHtTT4M/Te_qh9f48dI/AAAAAAAABLE/1JGkzQMIHAk/s320/85rr.jpeg" t8="true" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who am I kidding, I would just be happy with Ryan Seacrest's body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qa0hfRqO-9c/Te_qjUtE-qI/AAAAAAAABLI/mED9cwVwdWg/s1600/Beach%252BBodies%252B2008%252B2009%252B6hWR53R6NAOl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qa0hfRqO-9c/Te_qjUtE-qI/AAAAAAAABLI/mED9cwVwdWg/s320/Beach%252BBodies%252B2008%252B2009%252B6hWR53R6NAOl.jpg" t8="true" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, not amazing but certainly not bad. TheMoreauYouKnow OUT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-4876140185082873455?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4876140185082873455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-verge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4876140185082873455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4876140185082873455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-verge.html' title='On The Verge'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--bdbat2z_8E/Te_isG8zCOI/AAAAAAAABK4/0-o5l5wEebU/s72-c/Freaking-Out.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-9092726104676628003</id><published>2011-06-02T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:15:42.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire island'/><title type='text'>Fire Island 2011: Let the Fun Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNnvDBHVRL8/Tef8vBQbhiI/AAAAAAAABK0/p9CcgkNmRjw/s1600/FI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNnvDBHVRL8/Tef8vBQbhiI/AAAAAAAABK0/p9CcgkNmRjw/s320/FI.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know the summer has officially begun when Fire Island rolls around. This year I am loving my house. It's a great chill smaller house than last year, and they are a great group of guys. The house is nice, and everyone seems chill. Well, except one person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ROJgoLis_9M" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Leave it to TripB to make the pool his runway. His muse of the day...Rhianna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am looking foward to a lot more fun in the sun this summer with our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Oh wait, that picture is photoshopped?? But it looks. so. real. So real in fact I almost exerted enough energy to find out if this is a real yoga pose (downward bottom, venus fly trap, penetrate-vous anyone?) but now I have lost interest. Well whoever is the real owner of this body almost made me do something I hate - Yoga. So guess the joke is on me. One last look at this picture, and honestly, makes my mouth water. Yum indeed. Thank you photoshop for giving me a smile this morning!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I know... it's been around forever...how did we just become obsessed now... it's for children, etc, but it has become our pre-going out game. I think it's partly because it can involve everyone and the anticipation of who exactly will make the tower tumble is the real thrill for my friends. There are certain tricks I have discovered over the last month and I feel confident in my ability to kick ass at the game. This weekend in Fire Island we got our house to play and I know I must say this every time, but it was the largest Jenga tower I have ever seen! See the tower by Craig? I thought that was the biggest tower I had ever seen, but little did I realize I could be proved wrong. As Brian was pissing in his pants about which piece to pick, I managed to grab the precious moment of the Jenga tower falling on tape, and let's just say whenever this happens shit hits the fan and then everyone takes a sigh of relief it wasn't them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NEvwxdIuyDk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side not my Italian grandmother's sister used to try to replicate the blonde lady from this Jenga commercial in her broken English/Italian accent. To see her make the "Jenga, Jenga" movement with her hands used to crack me up beyond belief. It was always a running joke in my family, and I found the commercial...so naturally I have to share. Now how do we bring back the slip and slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jHquUhrYfoY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-8611578486027574786?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8611578486027574786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaga-for-jenga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8611578486027574786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8611578486027574786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaga-for-jenga.html' title='Gaga for Jenga'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sTFrxCdW1Qo/TchdMs0nM4I/AAAAAAAABKs/n0Gvz0bpnn8/s72-c/223269_10150186296588657_551768656_6882626_6874774_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-3684899696321246679</id><published>2011-04-28T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:11:23.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>No Thank YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxXGLXJID6E/Tbm4fGx-2kI/AAAAAAAABKo/nseib_Vt5jQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxXGLXJID6E/Tbm4fGx-2kI/AAAAAAAABKo/nseib_Vt5jQ/s320/untitled.bmp" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Alex Pettyfer is probably a d-bag, and the fact that he has a tattoo that says "Thank You" over his genitals (wait is it in Chinese, how douchey) probably secures his place in dirtbagville. Oh wait,&amp;nbsp;he dated Quinn from Glee and she dumped&amp;nbsp;his ass because&amp;nbsp;he's crazy...well we all have our faults don't we? But you have a sweet Austrailian accent and a body that won't quit so I guess you can't be THAT bad right? Well Alex, consider this a warning. I like bad boys and you sir are bad enough to want, but crazy enough to know to stay away. So I am going to continue to oogle you from afar....just know I got my eye on you.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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"Which road do I take?" she asked. "Where do you want to go?" was his response. "I don't know," Alice answered. "Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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NEW JUDGES, NEW SET, NEW EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this season is so new, why do I feel like I have seen it before? Contestants still making bad song selections, still looks like the old set, and the judges keep saying things I don’t agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1aPw_TT1xM/TZTZLmK2NVI/AAAAAAAABKY/aeeg_r8sWr4/s1600/Steven-Tyler-And-Jennifer-Lopez-American-Idol-Judges--1024x692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1aPw_TT1xM/TZTZLmK2NVI/AAAAAAAABKY/aeeg_r8sWr4/s320/Steven-Tyler-And-Jennifer-Lopez-American-Idol-Judges--1024x692.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I can’t tell you how many times this season I have disagreed with them, and even though I like them, I just never really feel the same way (goosebumps) they do. Case in point – all you say on this show is make it your own, and yet when Naima literally does just that by turning “I’m Still Standing” into a reggae anthem (I was one of the few who LOVED it), the judges turn on her like a pack of wolves. Even Steven had trouble saying something nice, and he ALWAYS says something nice. I am just not feeling the judges when it comes to critiques this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeD1cYX9G8k/TZTZUHKGfcI/AAAAAAAABKc/qkye23t5CqI/s1600/article-0-0799EDBE000005DC-861_468x557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeD1cYX9G8k/TZTZUHKGfcI/AAAAAAAABKc/qkye23t5CqI/s320/article-0-0799EDBE000005DC-861_468x557.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Elton John Week, there were a couple good moments, but how can you top Jennifer Hudson closing the show with “Circle of Life”. Let me break everyone down in 140 characters or less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty – God, you keep continuing the same bland country that Josh Gracin tried in season 2. Change your tune up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naima – I never know what to expect from you and that’s why I love you. No predictable ballads or country schtick ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob – Wow you murder songs every week, but this week you did it in front of Mary J Blige. Self. Control. Stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thia – Oh Pochontas, your colors of wind have gotten so bland, you probably will go home tonight. Thank Daniel for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul – I just don’t get you. Your voice isn’t pretty, special, or unique. I wish you to go home every week and yet you are still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefano aka Scars&amp;nbsp;McGhee&amp;nbsp;– I was a fan since week 1, but lately you haven’t raised the bar. Tiny Dancer was no help to you. You need an Idol Moment to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey – Liked her, hated her, forgot about her, and fell back in love with her. Will you win? No, but you at least make it interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey – Judges shouldn’t have saved you or your beard. You failed to bring the passion we saw early on, so I hope America votes you out…again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James – Adam Lambert 2.0 has consistently changed up his game and for that I love him. Top 3, but he has no chance of winning. Even with the sympathy vote for his condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren – Just ain’t picking up what she’s putting down. Producers obviously want her to win, but honestly I don’t think she can. Candles of the Wind was aight at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pia – my favorite in the competition, but needs to do something big, special, and different. Points off for picking Idol’s most overplayed song, but she may have “it”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avO7yINBBpE/TZTZr1vuB2I/AAAAAAAABKg/mFSA4oYbw6U/s1600/american-idol-top-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-avO7yINBBpE/TZTZr1vuB2I/AAAAAAAABKg/mFSA4oYbw6U/s320/american-idol-top-11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To tell you the truth I think everyone is just so happy the contestants can sing on pitch (how so very different than Season 9) that I think people think this season is amazing…which it isn’t, but it’s better than it has been.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1623183085372017964?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1623183085372017964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-why-they-call-it-idol-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1623183085372017964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1623183085372017964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-why-they-call-it-idol-blues.html' title='That&apos;s Why They Call It The Idol Blues'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYLSg2TLpvY/TZTY0iF0hAI/AAAAAAAABKU/IDFTyB5WNYQ/s72-c/american_idol_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-3153512742870870793</id><published>2011-03-11T17:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:53:25.486-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survivor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scareys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed'/><title type='text'>One Scarey Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--9mCB-CSgaY/TXqdK15NnNI/AAAAAAAABJk/9AA_pDh1z3Q/s1600/Scareys2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--9mCB-CSgaY/TXqdK15NnNI/AAAAAAAABJk/9AA_pDh1z3Q/s320/Scareys2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I told you about a little rag tag team called THE MARIAH SCAREYS had not one but two big tournaments to win? Remember when I told you how bad ass of a dodgeball team the Scareys were and how they came to compete and beat all of the teams that stood in their way? Do you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YcAGbQb6A1A?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you weren't there to see it with your own two eyes, we have video proof that The Mariah Scareys took down their third straight championship in the NYCSSC league. That's right it's that big ol' straight league where the one homo team keeps beating all those agro burly guys (we are looking right at you Little Monsters). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0CGEpk_cm4/TXqfZc5sylI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ne0UfTTXchw/s1600/1st-Place-Mariah-Scareys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0CGEpk_cm4/TXqfZc5sylI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Ne0UfTTXchw/s320/1st-Place-Mariah-Scareys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at these pretty kids. So yeah basically we knocked the teams down 1 by 1 like we were Mohammed Ali. The chants of "3peat" could be heard all around SoHo and the Scareys were a bunch of happy campers. Did I mention this was the second time this week we took the championship in a tournament?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CgRpIjBXYss/TXqj6Xo3ZcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/xX1JGjn92kw/s1600/Tourney-bracket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CgRpIjBXYss/TXqj6Xo3ZcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/xX1JGjn92kw/s320/Tourney-bracket.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Apple Dodgeball had their 1st Winter Tourney and what do you know the Scareys won the double elimination tournament without actually getting eliminated once. I think we were the only team to do that. In case we weren't breaking enough records, we placed 1st before the tournament in BOTH leagues. Yes, we not only slayed them during the tournament, but were slaying throughout the season too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6KwyXnTLvWA/TXqlP4YN6YI/AAAAAAAABKQ/JPCHqOFT02o/s1600/184849_10100348679699969_8835099_60409125_6279853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6KwyXnTLvWA/TXqlP4YN6YI/AAAAAAAABKQ/JPCHqOFT02o/s320/184849_10100348679699969_8835099_60409125_6279853_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So do you think The Tomahawk was all revved up for the tourneys? Hells yes. I even brought out some new headwear courtesy of Survivor. I am kinda obsessed with the new purple Zapatera buff that I purchased for Survivor: Payback Island and since it matched my outfit perfectly, how could I not show it off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rsv6XdR5Kvc/TXqlMiszzoI/AAAAAAAABKI/ipUh5bEqpKw/s1600/189472_10150113587449411_787499410_6246612_4934709_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rsv6XdR5Kvc/TXqlMiszzoI/AAAAAAAABKI/ipUh5bEqpKw/s320/189472_10150113587449411_787499410_6246612_4934709_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one was nearly as revved up as Jen was. You can literally see her in this picture yelling, "He was out of bounds".&amp;nbsp;Maybe she was saying, "Take a seat cause we are gonna kick yer ass". Or perhaps she was showing people she has opposable thumbs? She was just so fired up, I loved her passion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dT4Wdb3xPzI/TXqlJg2-xzI/AAAAAAAABKA/8qjucauwQN0/s1600/189846_10100342885466659_8835099_60319875_987799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dT4Wdb3xPzI/TXqlJg2-xzI/AAAAAAAABKA/8qjucauwQN0/s320/189846_10100342885466659_8835099_60319875_987799_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end there was some leaping, some hugging, and lots of dancing as we made our way to Sliante Bar to pick up our $100 bar tab and congratulate all of the teams for making it another awesome&amp;nbsp;season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g3_OfrgPNSs/TXqlLMfJdJI/AAAAAAAABKE/w6M_T7K09jk/s1600/184327_10100202512929312_5105523_55820118_372614_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g3_OfrgPNSs/TXqlLMfJdJI/AAAAAAAABKE/w6M_T7K09jk/s320/184327_10100202512929312_5105523_55820118_372614_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do we have a target on our backs and everyone gunning to beat us next season?&amp;nbsp;Of course.&amp;nbsp;Do we think there is a chance for 4 wins in a row in the NYCSSC? Perhaps. Are the Scareys excited to continue their legacy as their quest for total dodgeball domination begins to take over NYC? Absofuckinglutely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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At first I was all bummed to be missing our newbie open play, but little by little my night started looking up. At first it seemed like I wouldn't get a table, but then my friend Jason from our dodgeball was in charge of the event and sat me at a plum table right in the middle of the room. I saw Doug from my Idol Gays group, but was sat at a table&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; full of women. Sigh. Dinner was delish - yahoo! Although in the tables right over my shoulder were some of the men being honored including Penn Badgley and Ian Somerhalder. God how I tried to refrain from calling out "Booooonnnnneeee" and tell him he should have never went in that damned plane in the first place! Although all of this was lost in his dreamy blue eyes. Anways, Russell Brand was really funny in his acceptance speech...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KT_8PMTOivo" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See he was cracking everyone up. Although I was so ready to peace out by the end of the awards. I was tired and my feet were hurting, but overall a really great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-2537140686281384599?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2537140686281384599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/03/fearlessly-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2537140686281384599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/2537140686281384599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/03/fearlessly-fun.html' title='Fearlessly Fun'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KT_8PMTOivo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-7190992153077963529</id><published>2011-02-24T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:57:40.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Glee Karaoke: TripB Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vCDQSiPie_k" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sometimes on Friday nights TripB and I will sing our cares away with Glee karaoke. Sometimes TripB can blow songs out of the water, hence the "Don't Rain On My Parade" hidden video. He is totally rocking out with Lea Michele and my favorite part is the hand raise at the end as if he was Rachel Berry. Ahh, now if I had half the talent he had I would audition for The X Factor. We can all dream can't we??&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Although she had some pretty stiff competition, but let's hear if people think she can handle the pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vJ4tTR_nTC4" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it looks like people have faith in her. But can she pull it off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O6ESheiDi60" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well she didn't quite pull it off. I cut her some slack since she had just completed a day of drinking at Survivor: Payback Island. Although when I saw her stumble out and head to the street, I knew something was up...so I followed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wg907ttpwDg" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I am a creeper, but I just wanted to make sure she was generally alright. After letting go off all that nasty PBR she just chugged, she seemed fine. And why you ask? Because that's how she rolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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So let's check in on the Scareys in the NYCSSC league aka the straight league.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMP0gMWlbI/AAAAAAAABJU/lkq2xU8WjNo/s1600/Scareys+Weds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMP0gMWlbI/AAAAAAAABJU/lkq2xU8WjNo/s320/Scareys+Weds.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is the team, minus Richardson, and well what an attracitve bunch of ballers.&amp;nbsp;Although the&amp;nbsp;real test is how are they faring in the Winter Season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPhS8G1vI/AAAAAAAABJQ/zbGHQBhu38I/s1600/NYCssc+score.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPhS8G1vI/AAAAAAAABJQ/zbGHQBhu38I/s320/NYCssc+score.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tied for first? Only lost one game in 3 weeks? Daaayyyyuuuummm Gina, they done be ril good this season. Oh wait, they play on Monday nights in a tournament for Big Apple Dodgeball, aka the gay league, as well? Surely they can't be as attractive as the straight league Scareys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMQcqetgLI/AAAAAAAABJY/_6Ikg24eEYk/s1600/ScareysMon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMQcqetgLI/AAAAAAAABJY/_6Ikg24eEYk/s320/ScareysMon.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, they look pretty hot to me, minus the banging Erika. Surely they can't be doing as well as they are in the straight league. No way can they possibly be a stronger that other group of ridiculously attractive dodgeballers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPdUzk6TI/AAAAAAAABJI/eywgpGE9tGA/s1600/badtourney2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="176" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPdUzk6TI/AAAAAAAABJI/eywgpGE9tGA/s320/badtourney2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will eat my words. Two leagues, both undefeated as of yet. I am very proud to report that major ass kicking is happening. God I love these guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPZzVnMzI/AAAAAAAABJA/ZCuiy-pIvaM/s1600/Scareys1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TVMPZzVnMzI/AAAAAAAABJA/ZCuiy-pIvaM/s320/Scareys1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um, Jose your foot is over the line....&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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That's right the Sc-Sc-Scareys are back for the NYCSSC Winter Season and we are coming off not one but TWO tournament wins back to back. So guess what we have on our backs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TT876l-IPTI/AAAAAAAABIs/KCJ6OXeYp5k/s1600/rifle-target.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TT876l-IPTI/AAAAAAAABIs/KCJ6OXeYp5k/s320/rifle-target.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right a big ol' target. You know bitches be hating on us because we have kicked some serious ass the last 3 seasons and well who doesn't want to take down the big and bad first place team. Although guess what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TT88PyKJIwI/AAAAAAAABIw/oUxi0GMvBpU/s1600/ScareyWeek1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TT88PyKJIwI/AAAAAAAABIw/oUxi0GMvBpU/s320/ScareyWeek1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah you see that, first place, and the only team out of (oh god) like 20 something teams to win all 6 games. So needless to say the pressure IS ON for us to keep the title of ass kicking in the straight league. It's a hard task, but some gays have to do it. In all seriousness we have a very strong team again this season (with 4 extremely awesome chicks and the most I have ever played with) and we ain't letting anyone steal our thunder. The gang is back: Doc, Jose, Roy, Eduardo, Symmes, Emily, Bonnie, Jen, Stacey, and Richardson will make sure the Scareys name isn't tarnished in the late league. We have a reputation to uphold y'all and you best believe we are bringing it every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-8616341286425906076?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8616341286425906076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-and-scarey-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8616341286425906076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/8616341286425906076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/01/cold-and-scarey-winter.html' title='Cold and Scarey Winter'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TT87LHQaMGI/AAAAAAAABIk/yrOvQ93_lxE/s72-c/Eminem-02-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-2361753845197482858</id><published>2011-01-21T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:47:03.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed'/><title type='text'>Scream 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZTID_e9Pxdc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously can't stop watching this. I am actually a huge Scream fan and was not terribly impressed with the third one. This one however looks Uh-Mazing.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Oh that could be the "Livin' On A Spare" cheer we sing every Sunday when we get a spare, or it could be the sound of celebration because LOAS just won the muthafucking bowling championship bitches! That's right after playing the bridesmaid last year, we took first by storm and there was honestly no stopping us. We had 2 bowlers in the top 10 for the whole league (Leo at 5th and Bex at 7th) and well let's just say we made our fair share of friends and enemies amongst the bowling teams. So imagine the top 2 teams playing are us and Matt's boyfriend Jason's team, Jerry Called. Now imagine both of them being in Disney for a pre-planned vacation, and Jerry Called losing their star player Jason (who did well in 11th place overall). Needless to say they were pissed, TripB was stressed, and of course after having a stellar season of improvement I bowl the worst game ever. Although someone bowled the best game of his career....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TTjAGijE8HI/AAAAAAAABIg/0tuf__A1WmM/s1600/166188_1819311725842_1331622120_32080469_6615760_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TTjAGijE8HI/AAAAAAAABIg/0tuf__A1WmM/s320/166188_1819311725842_1331622120_32080469_6615760_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right Ben bowled a 200 and nearly shocked all of us. Seriously his score is the reason we clobbered the other team and won our first time in the 3 seasons we played in the league. It was a glorious moment since there were like 40 something teams and we are the gay ones in this big ol' straight bowling league. So we are going to the end of season party tomorrow to claim our trophy and drink at the open bar because that's how we roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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So after our first bowling week we are in 8th place with a 117.33 average. Not bad 8 out of 25, but we def have to step up our bowling game. We played for 3 hours in the BAD! league and 1.5 with Livin' On A Spare, so boy were we tired. Although...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TS3pRaW4ALI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZEsXztMmOzE/s1600/IMG_0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TS3pRaW4ALI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZEsXztMmOzE/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not too tired to look incredibly adorable. Our bandanas make us look so thug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TS3pSjk-Y_I/AAAAAAAABIU/W1iFm2ARUhs/s1600/IMG_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TS3pSjk-Y_I/AAAAAAAABIU/W1iFm2ARUhs/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also not too tired to drink half off beer towers. The glory of bowling and Sundays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-4399486527349880217?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4399486527349880217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/01/mis-splits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4399486527349880217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4399486527349880217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/01/mis-splits.html' title='The Mis-Splits'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TS3pbnwg0WI/AAAAAAAABIY/094SYkIWmc8/s72-c/IMG_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1138076411465924603</id><published>2011-01-06T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T11:55:35.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want'/><title type='text'>Things I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TSXz0OF3EiI/AAAAAAAABII/JWShlS9ZLBY/s1600/badteachermovieimagecam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TSXz0OF3EiI/AAAAAAAABII/JWShlS9ZLBY/s320/badteachermovieimagecam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sweater that JT is wearing in this picture. God it's just uber cute and looks really warm! Also I would take the man wearing it too, but beggars can't be choosers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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My family has about 3 people who love to tease: my uncle Tony, my uncle Joey, and myself. Well my 6 year old cousin JoJo thought he had to be indicted into this exclusive club, so he decided it would be funny to hide under a bed and scare people. Although his idea needed a little fine tuning, so I took it upon myself to set up the scene and help him scare the bejesus out of my family. The scenario looked something like this - I tell my family I am making a video of what people are asking for Xmas, I will video them on my phone and edit it for a video. Let's see if this could actually work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs_ebivIcSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hs_ebivIcSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, Irene kinda fell for it. She was a little concerned that the iPhone camera would add ten pounds, but hey it is the holiday season after all! My favorite part is all of the coats on the bed. Oh wait here come's Jenna, this will be real good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WF1wuS-Lu6M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WF1wuS-Lu6M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C'mon a house for Christmas really?? She was a little skeptical, but we got her in the end. Oh shit, here comes Tori...Anthony stop crying. Stop crying you are gonna give away the joke if you continue to cry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQQB24t-WFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tQQB24t-WFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;World Peace, Amen sista. See Anthony was crying because he didn't want his mom to be scared by us. What a caring son. Uh oh, Donna's coming in now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchHvH2dIYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchHvH2dIYM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rats! I thought we had a good thing going. Looks like the jig is up. Everyone knows JoJo is under the bed....except for his sister Meghan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzoA6vGN46g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XzoA6vGN46g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh the best one yet! So good. And there you have it, a little Christmas Eve scare to go around. How will we top this next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I do have to say, I did enjoy going to NASDAQ and Empire State Building with you, and for a hot second it kinda felt like I was dating a bear...weird. But sadly you are leaving me for greener pastures and more pic-a-nic baskets I am sure, but hot damn you are going out with a bang. Not even the Kidsday critic liked you, and he was only 7. Just kidding, he liked you, just as much as I enjoy eating seafood while ice skating to Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" at Rockefeller Center during the holidays. Let's hope you make some money this weekend. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Miss&amp;nbsp;you. &lt;br /&gt;Mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;tmyk&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Today's trip took us to the Empire State Building! Boo Boo done be ril excited to be going up to the 86th floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQqH8N4RAUI/AAAAAAAABH8/oXvsQwHDwwU/s1600/DSC_3027%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQqH8N4RAUI/AAAAAAAABH8/oXvsQwHDwwU/s320/DSC_3027%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yogi and Boo Boo hammed it for the cameras per usual! C'mon people they got a movie to open tomorrow and some bears will do just about anything for a little publicity. Yogi thought he couldn't see Boo Boo, so he wanted to take a closer look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQqHxXcsheI/AAAAAAAABH4/raah8aAGNds/s1600/Stevegroup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQqHxXcsheI/AAAAAAAABH4/raah8aAGNds/s320/Stevegroup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nonetheless, everyone got to experience the glory of NYC in full view no less. It was cold as ever (86th floor on a breezy December morning) but Yogi and Boo Boo stole the spotlight for once, and not a pic-a-nic basket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Two games down, and we won both. Don't believe, watch us in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXrHiwlDLRc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXrHiwlDLRc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did anyone notice TripB smile when he saw the camera was on him? My favorite part was Matt thinking we could see his scores...c'mon they weren't that bad. Craig was missed, and yes you heard TripB right, I beat him last Sunday. Let's see if I can keep that going!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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We found out that Santa had some new reindeer in town and here are a few of them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYhE6EB9I/AAAAAAAABHo/abHIQJnoLjo/s1600/DomB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYhE6EB9I/AAAAAAAABHo/abHIQJnoLjo/s320/DomB.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's mysteriously always happy, smiling, and his eyes are half shut. Wonder why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYeTJ4-0I/AAAAAAAABHg/ji1zCckLPwg/s1600/BenS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYeTJ4-0I/AAAAAAAABHg/ji1zCckLPwg/s320/BenS.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's Rudolph's russian reindeer cousin. He shouts a lot of obscenities and only has one eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkZU8gT_kI/AAAAAAAABHw/YCNgNzZCMqc/s1600/SteveM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkZU8gT_kI/AAAAAAAABHw/YCNgNzZCMqc/s320/SteveM.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's the angry reindeer with an attitude problem. Don't get too close he bites...and punches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYf4RkXVI/AAAAAAAABHk/T5N4vOt8ksw/s1600/BrianB.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYf4RkXVI/AAAAAAAABHk/T5N4vOt8ksw/s320/BrianB.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flirty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's full of joy, sass, and lots of holiday cheer. To say he's a "friendly" reindeer would be an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Holiday's y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1236167824536096673?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1236167824536096673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1236167824536096673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1236167824536096673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TQkYhE6EB9I/AAAAAAAABHo/abHIQJnoLjo/s72-c/DomB.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-765713743873299450</id><published>2010-12-07T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:46:02.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not gay'/><title type='text'>Totally Not Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TP6cf4LWyZI/AAAAAAAABHc/bDpnkjiuQ3o/s1600/jesse90222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TP6cf4LWyZI/AAAAAAAABHc/bDpnkjiuQ3o/s320/jesse90222.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From the files of "Still Totally Not Gay" is my boyfriend Darren from Glee. It's totally not gay to be at a gay event, surrounded by gay actors, holding up a sign for gay youths. Or better yet performing at said gay event. Yup he's straight for sure, and I am still in love with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I was with Yogi and Boo Boo at NASDAQ and they rang the opening bell. A bear ringing a bell? Say it isn't so. Well I wish I could, but when you have a movie coming out next week, some bears will do anything to get a little attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TP5prY_a21I/AAAAAAAABHQ/TdzdIb4H1bQ/s1600/YogiOpenBell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TP5prY_a21I/AAAAAAAABHQ/TdzdIb4H1bQ/s320/YogiOpenBell.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So will some publicists as well. Gotta love Times Square at 9AM in the morning.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Let's hope we can pull it off. I pray the dodgeball gods are on my side tonight.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Yup those hard to come by seals was given because of the fact it was cheaper than anyone expected and we got pizza delivered to the room. Granted it wasn't BYOB but we take solace in the fact that drinks are cheap and stiff. More videos to come. This is just a taste of what's to come.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Well rather than tell you what I did over my glorious holiday home, why not show you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqVo6pSmI/AAAAAAAABHE/c_KAyxN8GCA/s1600/SMYogi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqVo6pSmI/AAAAAAAABHE/c_KAyxN8GCA/s320/SMYogi.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It started with a bear...well kinda. I had to go to MTV to take Yogi to deliver pies to THE SEVEN hosts and it was quite the site. Yup, that is a part of my job, taking bears to MTV to deliver pies on air. Gotta love it. Cut to me running to catch my train after doing this appearance and making it with enough time to eat some dinner and wait for my late train. Wah wah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqGhSOL_I/AAAAAAAABGo/hj4bVZDLmr0/s1600/SMruffles.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqGhSOL_I/AAAAAAAABGo/hj4bVZDLmr0/s320/SMruffles.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went with some of my family to Maximum Capacity on Weds night, and look Meghan and Stacy are sporting the ruffled shirt look. Well you can't tell from this picture, but trust it was def there. We had some drinks, saw some old friends, and got home rather early for a night before Thanksgiving. I hadn't even had time to digest the fact that I was home! And before you knew it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqOC3ERpI/AAAAAAAABG4/TkF6-77_las/s1600/SMtday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqOC3ERpI/AAAAAAAABG4/TkF6-77_las/s320/SMtday.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was Thanksgiving with all of the fam at Tony's lake house. See that table...now imagine the longest table you could fit into a room and you maybe have an idea of how we squished in there. Seriously most people at a holiday dinner table goes to our family. We had to get our rest though, because we had BLACK FRIDAY ahead of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqEGTB3tI/AAAAAAAABGk/oWciOav77So/s1600/SMlines.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqEGTB3tI/AAAAAAAABGk/oWciOav77So/s320/SMlines.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are lines on Black Friday at Walmart....at 5 AM. Yes, our hella early and stupid tradition of getting to stores early never ceases to amaze me. But these lines are mind boggling. Also mind boggling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp560e-kI/AAAAAAAABGU/RUfrgO8KRQ0/s1600/SM90sNails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp560e-kI/AAAAAAAABGU/RUfrgO8KRQ0/s320/SM90sNails.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;90's Nails...in 2010. Who would goto a nail place that was so 20 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp-GFtoGI/AAAAAAAABGg/kcARoLMyG1c/s1600/SMlilly.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp-GFtoGI/AAAAAAAABGg/kcARoLMyG1c/s320/SMlilly.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not boggling was how cute my sister's puggle Lilly was. Love the sweater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp8WLaAEI/AAAAAAAABGc/vW791ns3HWA/s1600/SMJennabday.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp8WLaAEI/AAAAAAAABGc/vW791ns3HWA/s320/SMJennabday.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was Jenna's 25th Birthday too! Party at her place on Friday and dinner on Saturday at her mom's. It was a damn good time. We played some poker and in a bizarre twist my Uncle Eddie, who is usually out in the first hand, made it to the end. Sadly he didn't win,&amp;nbsp;but he put up a damn good fight. Also putting up a damn good fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqR77weDI/AAAAAAAABHA/c4X1ynCUFsw/s1600/SMTrees.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqR77weDI/AAAAAAAABHA/c4X1ynCUFsw/s320/SMTrees.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The hellish search of finding the perfect Christmas tree. It took us a while to find one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqQB3B_aI/AAAAAAAABG8/fZugyxbxzb4/s1600/SMTreeMandy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqQB3B_aI/AAAAAAAABG8/fZugyxbxzb4/s320/SMTreeMandy.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We took a nice little ride to the patch of trees. And oh I forgot to mention it was my first time seeing Mandy preggers. I couldn't help but ask a million questions because it's kinda one of the first people I am close to who is having a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqIiEIGJI/AAAAAAAABGs/fZgbJcuNLSg/s1600/SMStacyPopint.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqIiEIGJI/AAAAAAAABGs/fZgbJcuNLSg/s320/SMStacyPopint.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that Stacy? You need to find a Christmas tree too?? Oh god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqKHUUsPI/AAAAAAAABGw/7_Mkewf5LJY/s1600/SMStacyTree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqKHUUsPI/AAAAAAAABGw/7_Mkewf5LJY/s320/SMStacyTree.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well it looks like you found one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp7LZYQWI/AAAAAAAABGY/36Ov-Yivups/s1600/SMEdTree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQp7LZYQWI/AAAAAAAABGY/36Ov-Yivups/s320/SMEdTree.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so did Little Eddie, but I am hoping you didn't put yours in the back seat like he did! All in all it was a great vacation, a great holiday, and a much needed break to see my family and remember why I enjoy going home for the holidays. Of course I needed to get back to NYC to see my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqMbCF0nI/AAAAAAAABG0/p1-6DJxcZ3M/s1600/SMSunset.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TPQqMbCF0nI/AAAAAAAABG0/p1-6DJxcZ3M/s320/SMSunset.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Marissa drove me to Milford and I grabbed a train, but not before enjoying the beautiful sunset as we drove. Sometimes if you don't stop to take a look around at your life&amp;nbsp;every now and again, you might just miss it.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Now TripB says he's sooo straight, but after our encounter at the Potter premiere and how hot pink his sunglasses are, I would care to disagree. Also hot - his version of &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/11/23/darren-criss-part-of-your-world/#more-112889"&gt;Part of Your World&lt;/a&gt;. Le Sigh....&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Not totally enthuasiastic about the winners (McKey f'reals?) I thought I might abandon the series that brought me such joy as Caridee and Jaslene. Then you gotta throw the awkward skinny waisted Ann and the sometimes stunning Chelsey. These Covergirl ads are some of the best the series has turned out as of late. I don't know that Ann has the talking/social potential to be a top model since she is as awkward as 4th grade Spelling Bee champion, but the bitch looks dayum good in these photos. So who's gonna be on top? Well we all know Tyra will be, but who will try to upstage the diva extordinaire?&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Yup TripB is making the same trek down that muddy road of the late 20's we all must take. It's the place where you are not a girl, and not yet a woman. We have quite the weekend ahead of ourselves including dinners, BANDITS, spa days, birthday parties at Bartini, and the such. If you ask me, he doesn't look a day over 28, well techinically tomorrow he will be, but today he can still claim he's 28. Enjoy it while it lasts! Also my reasoning for using this picture is I think it's the best picture we have taken together, and while he says I untag myself in a lot of them, this one I would never untag....ever!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Of course this didn't come with it's fair share of drama, more than enough for your mamma. Coming into the tournament we were third in the season. Yeah not exactly the best standing we have had, but also there was no pressure to feel like we &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to win this thing. As we left Bleeker Street Bar and headed towards the gym most of us were relatively calm. Eerily calm. Almost like the calm before the storm. No nervous stomach aches, no pit sweats, and no phantom bathroom scares. We walked into the St. Patrick's Youth Center with our heads held high and our &lt;a href="http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-scarey-championship.html"&gt;title of champions&lt;/a&gt; from the summer were on the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1pjSWZSvI/AAAAAAAABF4/ZEsszr_E8WM/s1600/1stDegree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1pjSWZSvI/AAAAAAAABF4/ZEsszr_E8WM/s320/1stDegree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we played the light blue team and boy were we a little nervous. They beat us in the season, and so we knew they were pretty good, and with enough adrenaline running through our veins we turned into dodgeball monsters. We beat them after two games, and of course there was a debate for about half of the calls naturally. In the end, they lost and we advanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1qSTOaDnI/AAAAAAAABF8/BmdfEXLDPf4/s1600/3rd-Place-Number-Nine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1qSTOaDnI/AAAAAAAABF8/BmdfEXLDPf4/s320/3rd-Place-Number-Nine.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By far the hardest match of the night came from the dark blue team. They also beat us in the season, but we loved them because they have Whiskey Liz! See that perky blonde back there? She is awesome, and while some of the ladies on our team think she is adorable we just can't figure out if she is batting for our team. Nonetheless we won the first game, and then we lost the second. The third game was a do or die kinda scenario. We played hard, had a couple shady calls by the refs, and in the end beat them to advance to the finals. We made it to the end, but oh boy did the drama really begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1rNoBDujI/AAAAAAAABGA/31owCP-Rw78/s1600/2nd-Place-T_G_I_W_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1rNoBDujI/AAAAAAAABGA/31owCP-Rw78/s320/2nd-Place-T_G_I_W_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our arch nemsis the maroon team was the final stop in our long journey to victory. We beat them in the first game of the season, and ever since they left a bad taste in our mouths last season, we knew they wanted to beat us so bad. I would love to say we played hard, but for the most part all they did argue with the refs over EVERY call. I mean like EVERY call. The two games we played against them may have taken 20 minutes. For realz. In the end we beat their complaining asses and took solace in our victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1sVP64uEI/AAAAAAAABGE/ucgBJHHQdJc/s1600/1st-Place-Mariah-Scareys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TN1sVP64uEI/AAAAAAAABGE/ucgBJHHQdJc/s320/1st-Place-Mariah-Scareys.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were missing Jose and Emily, but we played with&amp;nbsp;them in&amp;nbsp;spirit.&amp;nbsp;Everyone did great, and if I had to pick an MVP I would say Richardson played the best he has all season. I saw him catch more balls in the tournament than he did the whole season. He was on fire, and not just cause he is a red head. We celebrated our free bar tab at Sliante where Emily came and partied like a rock star. We also had a Scarey alum, Roy, come to cheer us on at the games after his season absence. He claimed he was coming back next season, and we will hold him to his word. People say the second time around is never as special as the first, and I am guessing that person never a Mariah Scarey. For the Scareys every win feels just as good as the last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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And guess who is doing the walk off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNsG_zQllJI/AAAAAAAABFw/TRITbHdBfdE/s1600/35130_413996636525_597276525_5324923_7300747_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNsG_zQllJI/AAAAAAAABFw/TRITbHdBfdE/s320/35130_413996636525_597276525_5324923_7300747_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friend Greg who decided to have his birthday at Splash, and your favorite guy in the world and mine, TripB! So two drag queens decided to have a walk off and this is what happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QV0ZpTWKjK8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QV0ZpTWKjK8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes Greg did just drop to the ground like that! Yes that is "Jealous of my boogie" from RuPaul's Drag Race. And yes the drag queen called all of the walk off boys bottoms, and yes TripB did get a little dramatic, and dirty!, on the floor. Would anyone be able to expect the level of gay that would result in the finalists doing a final dance off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqGZdsjlhak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XqGZdsjlhak?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of vogue, lots of sass, and a whole lot of spinning. I love that Greg wanders off in the middle to leave, and TripB is dancing his little heart out. It could have been helped by the beer we had been drinking, but secretly I know that TripB loves the spotlight. I am still trying to figure out what he was doing to the pole near the end, but just like this afternoon, it's a little fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Halloween is over? Well I couldn't tell, oh wait I live in NYC! It was everywhere. They say Halloween is a gay man's Christmas and I have to say it definitely is the gift that keeps on giving. So this Halloween I had several outfits for the various events TripB and I went to...where to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlngB_6VhI/AAAAAAAABFo/nyNYHRtSkU0/s1600/69460_489621981065_500621065_7526091_4223481_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlngB_6VhI/AAAAAAAABFo/nyNYHRtSkU0/s320/69460_489621981065_500621065_7526091_4223481_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How about with the BAD! Halloween party and my Flash costume that made an appearance after a 5 year absence. Yup, I dusted off my first NYC Halloween outfit and wore it like it was 2005 all over again. Well except for the fact I may not fit in a Child's XL any more, but hey I was rocking around all the people in dodgeball. Also making an appearance? My buldge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlnWioqm3I/AAAAAAAABFc/Vx_OjB0J4Y0/s1600/little-shop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlnWioqm3I/AAAAAAAABFc/Vx_OjB0J4Y0/s320/little-shop.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We live Downtown, where our life's a mess, we live Downtown, where a the food is...sorry I was getting caught up in the lyrics from my favorite musical ever, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xPq6W1EoIc"&gt;Little Shop Of Horrors&lt;/a&gt;. For my couple's costume of the season, TripB and I dressed as Audrey and Seymour from LSOH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlwJVggvoI/AAAAAAAABFs/03pI3ohMcCM/s1600/big10_musical2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlwJVggvoI/AAAAAAAABFs/03pI3ohMcCM/s320/big10_musical2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The resemblence is uncanny, we know. We had the plant, TripB had a black eye, and I had some glasses with tape on them. Funny enough this was the most commented on costume of the bunch. Rightfully so, it was a costume...and a character. Now if I could only hit the notes in "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jTw0vzG5lQ"&gt;Suddenly Seymour&lt;/a&gt;" I would be all set!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlnZpovqvI/AAAAAAAABFg/DYJtD3VmOa4/s1600/warrior1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TNlnZpovqvI/AAAAAAAABFg/DYJtD3VmOa4/s320/warrior1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finishing my trifecta of Halloween goodness was my costume of a....greek warrior? I think that's what it was, and of course because it involves being half naked, every gay in NYC had the same costume. See example above for proof. It was a MIGHTY cold night, so this may not have been the most appropriate ensemble, but hey I spent good money on the toga..I mean warrior costume. Now I just need to take in the sides a weeee bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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They sorta did a Rocky Horror show type thing with people trying to perform and others screaming at the screen. Although no one looked as amazing as this girl paying tribute to Rachel Berry's Lady Gaga. Don't believe me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TMhGmSR6LRI/AAAAAAAABFU/wLmks45wp44/s1600/gleerachel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TMhGmSR6LRI/AAAAAAAABFU/wLmks45wp44/s320/gleerachel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?? It is pretty awesome if you ask me. And the episode? Awesome as well. Seriously one of my favorite episodes of the season, and it had my favorite number Glee has ever performed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nl-X9whJtpo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nl-X9whJtpo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are several reasons I love this number:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mercedes is killing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of my faves are in it (Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Finn).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They actually change up the song and improve on the original. Dare I say, Mercedes makes it her own? How very American Idol of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not performed in the stupid classroom, but like it is an actual musical complete with costumes, set, and a killer entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most sexual and provacative number in Glee ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artie looks drugged out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention that Mercedes can wail??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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See this guy, he sits next to me. He smells a little bit, and my lunch is always mysteriously gone, but he's quiet and keeps to himself. I suspect he is into bears, I could be wrong though. The bowtie screams mo' to me.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Ain't nothing better than some American Rewind on Saturday afternoons, Big Brother during the summer, a healthy dose of Amazing Race on Sunday nights, you get the idea. And god knows how much I love pizza (the answer is A LOT). So to my surprise the next season of Celebrity Apprentice just started and their first task was to make pizzas for charity. Lo and behold my friend Greg from dodgeball posted on FB about the girls team making pizza right by work. So close in fact, I had to go and investigate. It was true, like a reality TV junkie's next fix I got high on the fact that Star Jones, NeNe from Real Housewives from NJ, Latoya Jackson, Dionne Warwick, Lisa Rinna, and hell even Niki Taylor were serving up pizza in midtown and I was going to get a slice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TL9LCxw-GvI/AAAAAAAABFA/BiJCq_Hb_DA/s1600/celeb1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TL9LCxw-GvI/AAAAAAAABFA/BiJCq_Hb_DA/s320/celeb1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I went in and waited for Greg and at which time I was told there were no more $20 slices only $1000 pies. Homosaywhat??! I said no thank you and proceeded to go the register (being manned by Dionne) and asked for a Snapple. Dionne said it was free but to buy a $5 slice. Here I done got real confused. She informed there were still slices and proceeded to get me one as the doors closed and no one was let in. The hilarity from seeing Star bossing around the ladies, and them getting a crank call (they think from the boys) pretending to be Bill Clinton was worth the price of the slice. I eventually got my slice, saw my friend Greg outside and left. Outside Greg said no one was being let in. He also saw a friend who happened to be friends..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TL9QAQKlfEI/AAAAAAAABFE/s5qGiM8SLAE/s1600/big_Marlee%2520Matlin01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TL9QAQKlfEI/AAAAAAAABFE/s5qGiM8SLAE/s320/big_Marlee%2520Matlin01.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marlee Matlin! So Marlee's agent ended up buying a $500 slice (yes $500 for a slice) and they ushered their group into the restuarant to eat it. Natuarally Greg and I went in with them and proceeded to get thanked by Marlee (and get hugged) for supporting her. We totally sneaked our way in, but hey if that's the way you gotta go in to get a little love from Marlee so be it. The whole experience was hilarious, and the best was everything was being filmed for the show's premiere episode. So we will see in January if any of that even makes it into the show, but nonetheless I got to live it. Also on a sidenote, the pizza slice was just aight and a little cold in the middle. Just saying, maybe these ladies should stick to making good television for me to watch!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I never tend to get political, but there is a serious problem that needs to be recognized:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes and at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools. RIP Tyler Clementi, Asher Brown, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase and Billy Lucas. You are loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I am beyond excited and thrilled to be spending the day working...kidding. But seriously got dinner with the boy tonight, playing dodgeball with the Scareys tonight, got some Survivor on the telly, and well an impending party on Friday night that I have to make sure to be epic. Overall, pretty nice. 29 doesn't feel any different than 28, well at least not yet. And awwwwaaaayyyyy we gooooooo!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I love me some witches brew and stuff. Jocean and I clearly have way too much time, but what I found funny is that it came prepackaged in a container for meats that were sent. What will think of next kids?&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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That's right the Fall 2010 season is in full effect. We are in sapphire (oh la la) and are currently in 3rd place after a couple of weeks (wah wah). Are spirits are high and we are having a great time, still! That's right after 4 seasons I still look foward to playing with these crazy cats every week, and Wednesday nights have never been the same since. Well, now I not only internally fight with wanting to stay out with these guys, but I gots lotsa TV to watch too! Survivor, Top Model, and RW Challenge after playing all night and drinking afterwards, is&amp;nbsp;God trying to make Thursdays miserable for me? Nonetheless, there was a &lt;strike&gt;paparazzi&lt;/strike&gt; photographer&amp;nbsp;taking some pictures of us, and I think the blogiverse needs to see the amazingness that is The Mariah Scareys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK9-3I1WR0I/AAAAAAAABEg/UVQNhSXN974/s1600/jose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK9-3I1WR0I/AAAAAAAABEg/UVQNhSXN974/s320/jose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jose down on his knees? There's a surprise. I kid I kid. But seriously this man get low!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-AsKZfCjI/AAAAAAAABEk/zGPLKpSrxQo/s1600/tomahawk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-AsKZfCjI/AAAAAAAABEk/zGPLKpSrxQo/s320/tomahawk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got venom in my eyes, but apparently we had already won the game hence people in the background giving high fives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-A37oG8bI/AAAAAAAABEo/PZ5yhokQYvY/s1600/richardson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-A37oG8bI/AAAAAAAABEo/PZ5yhokQYvY/s320/richardson.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is Richardson about to throw the ball. It's from the behind (which isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad of angle) but I gotta admit he kinda looks like he's scared that someone is going to throw at him. Either way too funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-BaU8McEI/AAAAAAAABEs/a18HHe41l1E/s1600/DOC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-BaU8McEI/AAAAAAAABEs/a18HHe41l1E/s320/DOC.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woah Doc, that is one crazy face. Look at all of us in the background, we are so on the sidelines because we got out. Although I am sure Doc will save the day like he usually does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-CTQL10aI/AAAAAAAABEw/w0mc2sEmkeg/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TK-CTQL10aI/AAAAAAAABEw/w0mc2sEmkeg/s320/me.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never realized how long my arms are, or how mean my faces can get. Oy, well at least I am looking like I will throw the ball at you 50 MPH. It also looks like I am about to leap across the line and eat you. I mean I am hungry because I didn't eat dinner,but f'reals watch out if you see a fork and spoon in my hands. And that kiddos is one Scarey post!&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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You remember Smirnoff Ice and how they used to get you drunk in middle school because you couldn't handle an adult beverage like oh say vodka? Well the newest phenomenom for straight guys to do to each other is to hide or present a Smirnoff Ice to another person and the person has to get down on one knee and drink the whole thing. It's embarrasssing and well tastes like shit too. Although if you are smart and come prepared with an ice and you are getting "iced" you can present the SI and the person who tried to ice you has to drink both! Totally immature right? Still confused...watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiFOPRJk65o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiFOPRJk65o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you thought this new trend was sexiest...look girls get iced too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYq1G_bj9c4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hYq1G_bj9c4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She handled it better than this guy, what a pussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnznKdKGI-g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnznKdKGI-g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look even celebrities are just like us! Coolio got iced after performing "Gansta's Paradise".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9_ORwLcuRQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9_ORwLcuRQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok Coolio = Celebrity may be stretching it, but this whole trend is ridiculous and out of control. It's genius for Smirnoff Ice and the marketing team who came up with the plan, but it really needs to stop. F'reals, friends don't let friend ice friends.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-357341971026400417?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/357341971026400417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/10/cold-as-iced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/357341971026400417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/357341971026400417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/10/cold-as-iced.html' title='Cold as Iced'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKtEYG9UDYI/AAAAAAAABD8/UKNdX1cLwg0/s72-c/goticed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-3634545687037471860</id><published>2010-10-01T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:01:45.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Oh Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKYR5zJ-IlI/AAAAAAAABD4/RHx33YawkO8/s1600/mariah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKYR5zJ-IlI/AAAAAAAABD4/RHx33YawkO8/s320/mariah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright this bitch is putting out ANOTHER Christmas album and you know I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited about hearing it! You know I love me some Christmas tunes, and I have been famous for listening to it starting right after Halloween. I listen to it at work, on the train, in my apartment, when I goto bed...it's really an epidemic. Although after the magic Mariah's first Christmas album was, I think she was hard up for some cash and decided to bite the bullet and do another one. Because doesn't every pop sensation need not 1 but 2 Christmas albums??? Take note Destiny's Child...one is never enough. Although after hearing the first original Christmas track called "All I Want For Christmas" when it hit the radio back in the 90's, I have to admit, I was sold. Although.....for her second album I am a little nervous about the new Christmas track. &lt;a href="http://www.popeater.com/2010/10/01/mariah-carey-oh-santa-song-premiere/"&gt;Oh Santa&lt;/a&gt; is um a little off. Not a fan of the faux rapping, not a fan of the fact she doesn't hit the notes she can tackle with her 8 octave voice, and not a fan of the lack of...Christmas Spirit! Am I the only one? Did I officially turn my back on Mariah and her Christmas attempts? Or am I just being Ebenezer Scrooge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1490768342"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1490768343"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-3634545687037471860?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3634545687037471860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3634545687037471860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/3634545687037471860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-santa.html' title='Oh Santa!'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKYR5zJ-IlI/AAAAAAAABD4/RHx33YawkO8/s72-c/mariah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1565083879640939008</id><published>2010-09-30T16:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:21:44.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariah'/><title type='text'>Dodgeball Kinda Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTVV8RViFI/AAAAAAAABCg/gokL6bp0aaA/s1600/SCteam1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522773615995881554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTVV8RViFI/AAAAAAAABCg/gokL6bp0aaA/s320/SCteam1.JPG" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a new season of debauchery, a new season of drunk adventures, and a new season of kicking some serious ass, Welcome to the Fall Dodgeball season. In one corner we have the newly acquired dodgeball team in the gay BAD! league: The Boxers Rebellion. And in the other corner we have a fan favorite gay team in the straight league, The Mariah Scareys. Both are equally attractive, both are hard working, but the most important part is both are kicking some serious ass in their respective leagues. Can we go to the score boards please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTipmKYa0I/AAAAAAAABC8/XnnMKq_j2MM/s1600/Scboxers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTipmKYa0I/AAAAAAAABC8/XnnMKq_j2MM/s320/Scboxers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see after 3 weeks of playing in Big Apple Dodgeball, The Boxers Rebellion have climbed to the top of the charts and are the team that everyone loves to hate. I have to admit we play well together, we have a lot of new people, as well as a few veterans on Boxers but overall they are all a great bunch. It feels great to be on a winning team in BAD! but unfortunately that also means we have a huge target on our backs. Everyone wants us to lose, and no one is rooting for us. Although the amazing part is...WE ARE KICKING ASS. It brings me to the other dodgeball joys of my life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTic3PromI/AAAAAAAABC4/vrOxGbnYfYQ/s1600/SCscore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTjPQ-BKbI/AAAAAAAABDA/1ay0LYQpLGA/s1600/SCscore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTjPQ-BKbI/AAAAAAAABDA/1ay0LYQpLGA/s320/SCscore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup The Mariah Scareys are BACK yo, and we are BADDER than ever. We played our first games last night, and I was a tad nervous playing in the NYCSSC again. It's because, well, we have a lot to live up to. We won the championship in the summer, so it means we have a reputation to uphold and we have continue striking fear into the hearts of the straight people we play against. Of course we had to play the first game against our arch rivals: The Dbag Maroon team:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTlSbvAjCI/AAAAAAAABDE/nApoAGi30oI/s1600/SCdbagteam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTlSbvAjCI/AAAAAAAABDE/nApoAGi30oI/s320/SCdbagteam2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You may remember them from &lt;a href="http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-scarey-championship.html"&gt;last season&lt;/a&gt; as the dbag team that taunted us and then we kicked their asses in the championship. To say I was nervous to play them again so early in the season would be an understatement, but alas good won over evil. We swept all three games and did it with class, dignity, and weren't sore winners at all. No mention of getting off our knees and no yelling from Doc against them this time. We were PUMPED. We also played another team that was in black and they were all so pretty. It was distracting! We won 2 out of 3 games, but I think we were under their pretty spell. But wait, I haven't even told ya about the cast of characters that are making up The Scareys this season. Without further ado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTmQbCrzgI/AAAAAAAABDM/xw6LJJKeQiw/s1600/SCdoc.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTmQbCrzgI/AAAAAAAABDM/xw6LJJKeQiw/s320/SCdoc.JPG" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our fearless leader and captain: Chris aka The Doc. Yup he may look angry, but he's the only man who can not only hurt you with the ball, he'll help to bandage up your wounds and broken bones when we finish playing. Always has the best strategy to keep the Scareys winning, and other teams on their toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTmiPSrxZI/AAAAAAAABDQ/TE4F28bS6tw/s320/Scwerq.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jose aka The Baker. He smells sweet on the outside (it's cause he works in a bakery fools!) but on the inside he's a one mean cookie. He always tries to stay in fashion, did you see the self made headband "U Betta WERQ" he created right before we played? Such a fashionista. Also Jose has one of the most infectious laughs I have ever experienced, it's contagious f'reals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTnMKKXw4I/AAAAAAAABDU/3B-NLC1Ydo0/s1600/SCMike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTnMKKXw4I/AAAAAAAABDU/3B-NLC1Ydo0/s320/SCMike.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Richardson aka The Ginger Grenade. This redhead is a menace on the court, expertly dodging the balls (and advances) of even the toughest competitors. He may seem innocent enough, but once he throws those balls, it's like he launched a grenade and blew up the competition. He also is pretty funny, just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKToXHfEv4I/AAAAAAAABDY/Wy0N_7x_b6E/s1600/SCeduardo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKToXHfEv4I/AAAAAAAABDY/Wy0N_7x_b6E/s320/SCeduardo.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eduardo aka The International Sensation. His english may not be completely flawless, but his dodgeball skills are so on point you might think they taught it as a class in his native Colombia. He has impeccable aim and the ability to get even the dodgiest of dodgers out. Did I also forget to mention that if you ever see it down to one person on the court, it most likely will be this guy you see? The true sign of a great dodgeball player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTpdM5tiZI/AAAAAAAABDc/94vZ6Dfl7Hw/s1600/SCjenJPG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTpdM5tiZI/AAAAAAAABDc/94vZ6Dfl7Hw/s320/SCjenJPG.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jen aka The Heat. She may look harmless (or like your grandfather scolding you in this picture) but she is a force to be reckoned with. She dodges, she catches, and she always is a team player. She listens and she follows directions as if they were your last dying wish. She makes the after parties 10X more fun, and we like anyone that can take down a plate of wings like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTmIBL_tiI/AAAAAAAABDI/0XNbT7s4sjc/s1600/SCstacey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTmIBL_tiI/AAAAAAAABDI/0XNbT7s4sjc/s320/SCstacey.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stacey aka the Michigan Monster. The only new addition to the team this season, Miss Stacey Schwartz made quite the first impression by catching a lot of balls last night and getting a firm grasp of how crazy our competition can be. She made some nice moves, and I have a feeling people on other teams may underestimate the power of the Schwartz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTqS0MU0YI/AAAAAAAABDg/f3h6ugY_7RU/s1600/SCsymmes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTqS0MU0YI/AAAAAAAABDg/f3h6ugY_7RU/s320/SCsymmes.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Symmes aka The Heartthrob. He wasn't there for our first night, but god damn it, we need him. He's got one of the most powerful throws on our team and the other teams start shaking in their boots as soon as they see him on the other side of the court. Well they start shaking after they are done oogling his hottness and getting lost in his eyes. You always need a pretty distraction to catch the other team off guard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTqxjwTjII/AAAAAAAABDk/ew1tkJhgTQY/s1600/SCemily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTqxjwTjII/AAAAAAAABDk/ew1tkJhgTQY/s320/SCemily.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emily aka Pantz. Also unable to attend last night, Emily was not forgotten. She is the heart and soul of the team. Imagine a mascot so great you wish you could marry it and there you have Emily. She is life at the after party and always has fun on the court. She's like a Chanel sweater: classic, timeless, and never goes out of style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTrboO06EI/AAAAAAAABDo/Oc6U2GCSQF8/s1600/Mariah-Carey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTrboO06EI/AAAAAAAABDo/Oc6U2GCSQF8/s320/Mariah-Carey.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mariah aka The real Mariah Scarey. She may not actually be on the team but she inspired what has transpired over the last 12 seasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTr18QHgWI/AAAAAAAABDs/zFCSbGTH2Qg/s1600/SCtomah.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTr18QHgWI/AAAAAAAABDs/zFCSbGTH2Qg/s320/SCtomah.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Steve aka The Tomahawk. And then there's me. The only two handed throwing fool who only takes his "I Heart Carrie Underwood" headband off while in the shower and before bed. I keep it real, and usually my throw boggles other teams enough that they don't know what hit them. This is my 4th season with the team and I couldn't be happier to be playing with such a strong team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTsZCy81cI/AAAAAAAABDw/wKWTw0Futa4/s1600/SCteam2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTsZCy81cI/AAAAAAAABDw/wKWTw0Futa4/s320/SCteam2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there you have it. If it wasn't such a dodgeball centric day, then being named &lt;a href="http://blog.nycsocialsportsclub.com/?p=14515"&gt;"Most Fashionable Male" &lt;/a&gt;by NYCSSC for my summer championship tournament 'Ultimate Warrior' outfit is the cherry on the dodgeball sundae. I am so excited to be playing on two amazing teams that actually could win the whole shebang this season it makes me smile endlessly. Every season it can be a crapshoot of who the competition is, and what your team may be like, but if you end up not 1 but 2 teams that are as competitive, strong, and most importantly fun as I am this season - you would be smiling too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1920114995"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1920114996"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1565083879640939008?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1565083879640939008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/dodgeball-kinda-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1565083879640939008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1565083879640939008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/dodgeball-kinda-day.html' title='Dodgeball Kinda Day'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TKTVV8RViFI/AAAAAAAABCg/gokL6bp0aaA/s72-c/SCteam1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-6914626827201777169</id><published>2010-09-24T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:41:49.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebutard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>So Not Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJ0LDOd1zSI/AAAAAAAABCc/wv2YWjHzQqc/s1600/gallery_main-jared-leto-teen-shirtless-modeling-photos-09232010-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJ0LDOd1zSI/AAAAAAAABCc/wv2YWjHzQqc/s320/gallery_main-jared-leto-teen-shirtless-modeling-photos-09232010-06.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jared Leto is soooooo not gay in this photo. Not even that long post 80's haircut he is sporting that looks completely ripped off one of the singers in Def Leppard. He's so straight! Look at his hands on his hips...no gay people don't prance or sashay around like that. And you wouldn't catch a gay without a shirt under their blazer. No sir, No way. The gays NEVER want to show off their tight rippling bods at all. Not in Fire Island, not in PTown, and certainly not in photo shoots they may regret 10 years down the road. They also never let their roots show...that's the real way you can tell Jared is so straight. Beyond straight. He's practically fucking a woman right now with those bored bedroom eyes of his. Yup, another gay bites the dust because this guy is so straight...sigh, who are we kidding. He looks gayer than two men fucking in this picture and he weighs like 100 lbs soaking wet. He's the gayest straight man ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Isn't that how the old addage goes? Since I have moved to NYC, I have had a close-knit group of friends that have talked me off a ledge, made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe, and have held my hair back after a long night with a cheap vodka open bar. They have been there for me every step of the way, in a nutshell think they made me love NYC more than I ever thought I could. Call them the Kitchen Krew, My Main Gays, or the BANDITS, but I call them some of my best friends I have made in this city. So it made unbelieveably heartbroken to hear that one of the people I have been so close to was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp11F3FwOI/AAAAAAAABCU/zXYqNh_ZPa0/s1600/DB3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp11F3FwOI/AAAAAAAABCU/zXYqNh_ZPa0/s320/DB3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess it's more heartbreaking to hear the situation he is in that has forced him to leave this busy city. Victim of the Recession, he used to be a producer/writer/director of a once popular soap opera that went off the air last fall. Unable to secure a new job, he has gone the last year feeling the pinch of this dwindling economy, and is now unable still live the life he once lived. It's just awful to see someone who went to bed on top of the world, and today the world is on top of them. I would do anything to help him out if I could, but sadly other than be there to listen to him and pass along job opportunities, my hands are tied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp1x8cBsLI/AAAAAAAABCM/n0g3IywdzeQ/s1600/DB2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp1x8cBsLI/AAAAAAAABCM/n0g3IywdzeQ/s320/DB2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it sounds awful to say, but when he told he was leaving, I thought "Wow what am I going to do without him" rather than be happy for him to move on to greener pastures. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that change has always been something I have a hard time dealing with. To not see his face at dinner parties, Friday nights out with the boys, our bowling Sundays, and mostly the times when you have nothing to do on the weekend and are looking for someone to grab brunch with kills me. It will definitely feel a little emptier, but what can you do? You don't want to keep someone from being happy to fulfill &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; own happiness. You always want your friends to be the happiest they can be, and if they aren't happy you should always encourage to find the happiness they deserve. There is nothing wrong with change, as long as it's in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp1urelyzI/AAAAAAAABCE/N5MOXZ7K45s/s1600/DB1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJp1urelyzI/AAAAAAAABCE/N5MOXZ7K45s/s320/DB1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TripB had a great quote that really inspired me. "Don't be afraid of changing, be afraid of not changing." If we never change and evolve, how will we ever learn anything about ourselves? If you can't see that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, maybe you need to change directions and find a new rainbow. As much as I selfishly want DB to never leave&amp;nbsp;NYC and always have his Holi-David parties and run around HK with Walter on a leash, I have to understand that things have changed. Unfortunately, as much as either of us don't want to say goodbye, it's enivitable. He needs to find himself and figure out what the next steps in his life are, and I know he will never really be gone. Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. I hope the new beginning he is going to start will make him the happy fun loving guy I met almost 5 years ago. Life may be one crazy ride, but life can either be accepted or changed. If it's not accepted, it must be changed. If it cannot change, than it must be accepted. I know he will move on and find the change he is looking for, and I hope I can learn to accept the fact that as much as I hate change it's a part of all of our lives. A goodbye&amp;nbsp;is never painful, unless you're&amp;nbsp;never going say hello again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g9QlFqoB7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5g9QlFqoB7E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-4298911131289379473?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4298911131289379473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/times-are-changing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4298911131289379473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/4298911131289379473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/times-are-changing-again.html' title='Times Are A-Changing Again'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJowBZ445lI/AAAAAAAABB8/CF2VkQC3Svg/s72-c/group1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1192642861512822336</id><published>2010-09-20T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:55:36.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masshole'/><title type='text'>Fenway Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5W_I2hxI/AAAAAAAABBk/x_sfPwI-2EA/s1600/photofenwayborder.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5W_I2hxI/AAAAAAAABBk/x_sfPwI-2EA/s320/photofenwayborder.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it's been a helluva crazy time in Steve Moreauville. I went to the Toronto Film Festival and worked a couple of premieres and a junket. It was a lot of fun, but a little bit draining and far away. I moved in with my boyfriend, TripB. It all kinda steamrolled into each other at the beginning of September. Combine that with a trip home for Labor Day with Dom, Thomas, and TripB, add in a dash of Fire Island, and finish with a trip to Boston to work the premire for THE TOWN. It was really the cherry on the cake for me because duh I am from Massachusetts but mostly because Fenway Park has always been an enigma for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5Tg-FmbI/AAAAAAAABBU/_KrslG1EeJw/s1600/Bostonstadium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5Tg-FmbI/AAAAAAAABBU/_KrslG1EeJw/s320/Bostonstadium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see growing up in MA, Fenway has always been the mecca for all things New England. So standing on that field, completely empty was wild and weird at the same time. The whole place was emptied out and a screen was built at the 3rd base line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5VlCZ2VI/AAAAAAAABBc/r-_5nHsa_v0/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5VlCZ2VI/AAAAAAAABBc/r-_5nHsa_v0/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was amazing to know that we were going to premiere a film right here and I was going to work it. Perhaps this picture doesn't do this justice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6MJwm-N8pE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6MJwm-N8pE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During the day we had a short break so I grabbed some lunch and went back for the red carpet at the bullpen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5YqgebxI/AAAAAAAABBs/0d8SDQSNgf0/s1600/photonight.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJe5YqgebxI/AAAAAAAABBs/0d8SDQSNgf0/s320/photonight.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They did it up and the first base line and right by the dugout. Everyone was there, Ben, Matt, Blake, Don Draper...I mean Jon, and boy did they all look great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJfIvSZkthI/AAAAAAAABB0/ftgPbsXvuug/s1600/townpremiere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TJfIvSZkthI/AAAAAAAABB0/ftgPbsXvuug/s320/townpremiere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But Ben was extremely touching in his speech to the mostly cast, crew, and friends/family that attended the premire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhjfgTuLUNI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yhjfgTuLUNI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like that he hasn't lost touch with his roots and that he still makes films in and about Boston. That speaks volumes about the pride us people from MA have. Still in shock about doing the premiere and after party in the stadium, I thought I would ask Eddie what he thought of Fenway Park in such a rare state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzUPgrUWneg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzUPgrUWneg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Truly a remarkable and rewarding experience, it goes down in my bucket list. I never thought I would have an experience like that all those times I sat in the bleachers at the Sox games, but it goes to show that sometimes fantasies can become reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Love you to pieces, but you turned out to be one big pain in the ass and I am happy you finally opened. I hear you are still going to be opening and I can imagine by Chrismas we may finally put you on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;TMYK&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-6596407575091133185?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6596407575091133185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-one-bites-dust-flipped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6596407575091133185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6596407575091133185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-one-bites-dust-flipped.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust - Flipped'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TIErKdX_qqI/AAAAAAAABBA/GbW9athGno8/s72-c/flipped_rob_reiner_poster_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1634256824271762280</id><published>2010-08-31T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:31:36.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend to friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>From A Friend To A Friend: Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TH1yzeviRJI/AAAAAAAABA4/9jw8l5AS9Ac/s1600/29zwh14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TH1yzeviRJI/AAAAAAAABA4/9jw8l5AS9Ac/s320/29zwh14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Honor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby gurl, and I mean that literally since you are like what 2 now? How are you? I know you aren't the cutest of all the celebrity kids in all of the magazines these days, and that dress makes you look like you are going dumpster diving with the fam, but hey it's not your fault. You are just a child, and your parents should in fact feel really bad they did this to you. Your mom, the cunt that she is, even went on David Letterman and said she used to purposely overfeed you to get you to sleep through the night. Yeah, I know, what a bitch. She even said you weighed the same weight at 6 months as you do now. Wow, you look pretty good for if that's the case. From a friend to a friend, well baby in this case, I am here to tell you that it's ok. We all hate our parents sometimes, but baby girl your parents are the worst, like literally the worst people I could think of ever trying to procreate. So it's ok you look a little homeless, and its ok you were literally a butterball 6 month old because it's not your fault. You should know you will probably hold a lot of regret and anger when you grow up, but just know you will probably be rich if your mom keeps posing on the cover of Maxim. So all in all I guess it's worth it right? Well in your case you couldn't pay me enough money in the world to have a mom like yours, but hey you deal with the hand you were dealt! If you ever want to grab a drink....of milk sometime I am always around to give great advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;themoreauyouknow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-1634256824271762280?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1634256824271762280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-friend-to-friend-baby-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1634256824271762280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/1634256824271762280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-friend-to-friend-baby-talk.html' title='From A Friend To A Friend: Baby Talk'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TH1yzeviRJI/AAAAAAAABA4/9jw8l5AS9Ac/s72-c/29zwh14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-7203938526695384726</id><published>2010-08-27T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:42:00.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed'/><title type='text'>When Ms. Kelly Takes Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf027jRv6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZlRgTXbjwSo/s1600/kelly-rowland-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf027jRv6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZlRgTXbjwSo/s320/kelly-rowland-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So last night I had the pleasure of going to a mini-concert for Ms. Kelly Rowland at the Gramercy Theater courtesy of my boy TripB. I love me some Kelly. You know her right? She was in a super famous girl group, perhaps you have heard them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf06OsI9OI/AAAAAAAABAg/s-YjGL6ek9U/s1600/destinys-child-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf06OsI9OI/AAAAAAAABAg/s-YjGL6ek9U/s320/destinys-child-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DESTINY'S CHILD!! You know they were like my all time favorite back in the day, and well pretty much now too. See my friend Freddy and I would dance and dance at Emerson to DC and every time they came on, Freddy would scream, I would get really excited, and we would make the gayest scene eva. Well lucky that TripB works at a great new job and could get a couple of big Kelly fans into the show. We weren't the only Kelly fans in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf2rdksS3I/AAAAAAAABAw/qsFG3V-_JUc/s1600/article-0-0AEB8C92000005DC-517_468x695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf2rdksS3I/AAAAAAAABAw/qsFG3V-_JUc/s320/article-0-0AEB8C92000005DC-517_468x695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This lesbian tennis player. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf2piW4-qI/AAAAAAAABAo/Ga8EzYVLsvA/s1600/loriann.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf2piW4-qI/AAAAAAAABAo/Ga8EzYVLsvA/s320/loriann.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this crazy dancing bitch complete with a beret and everything. Lori Ann Gibson is a choreographer, and see was up in the seats counting to herself&amp;nbsp;and sternly looking at the stage in what I think was probably something she helped out in choreographing. The point is she was all business last night. So I got really excited at the thought of some of the songs Ms. Kelly would sing!! My favorite of the bunch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyrY9GNQmjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LyrY9GNQmjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bad Habit. Now let me warn you, I heard in advance that she was sick but she had to do this Walmart concert to go with her CD in the fall, so there was no canceling the show. She sang some of her new stuff, and of course she sang some DC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0kP75gcQDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0kP75gcQDA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And you that bitch knows her audience and sang "When Love Takes Over".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGGx4P5qXI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dGGx4P5qXI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The gays went nuts of course. The problem was Ms. Kelly couldn't hit any of the high notes so she did the trick where she lets the audience sing the song instead of her. Now Ms. Kelly I know you are better than that! I have seen you live and you are Uh-Mazing. So it was a tad sad to not see her in top form, but what can you do. It's a free show with Ms. Kelly y'all! So I took it in stride and know that I will see her in the future and she will be fantastic. Speaking of fantastic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf041VnEUI/AAAAAAAABAY/SjLKR4CEYes/s1600/kellyr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf041VnEUI/AAAAAAAABAY/SjLKR4CEYes/s320/kellyr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You bet Freddy and I got our picture with her. It was definitely a great experience that I will treasure forever, cause when exactly do these kinds of things come along?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-7203938526695384726?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7203938526695384726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-ms-kelly-takes-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/7203938526695384726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/7203938526695384726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-ms-kelly-takes-over.html' title='When Ms. Kelly Takes Over'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THf027jRv6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ZlRgTXbjwSo/s72-c/kelly-rowland-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-8941683108720690212</id><published>2010-08-25T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:29:08.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hutch'/><title type='text'>Trivia By The Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THV5LHcOiXI/AAAAAAAABAA/LEL9I2iuTNI/s1600/SBTB.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THV5LHcOiXI/AAAAAAAABAA/LEL9I2iuTNI/s320/SBTB.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So last night I had the pleasure of going to a Saved By The Bell trivia night up in Midtown East with some old college friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THV5MQlJsVI/AAAAAAAABAI/menTk3JeeGQ/s1600/SBTB2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/THV5MQlJsVI/AAAAAAAABAI/menTk3JeeGQ/s320/SBTB2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yup Hutch and Jill I am talking about you. You all know Eric Hutchinson right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faHzMx2azXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/faHzMx2azXQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's my friend from back at Emerson who&amp;nbsp;happens to be&amp;nbsp;a singer, a really great one at that!&amp;nbsp;Although I am convinced his&amp;nbsp;real talents lie in Saved By The Bell trivia, because homeboy was on it last night. You see these people set up trivia nights at&amp;nbsp;a bar, and you reserve a table with friends and someone reads trivia and your group writes down their answer. For SBTB there were different categories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;General Trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zach Attack Trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Malibu Sands Beach Club Trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Name that Minor Character Photo Trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who Said This Line trivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lightening Round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our team had a couple of ringers on it. Jill knew a bunch and there was a girl who played at our table who the most random trivia, for example: What refreshments did Sylvester suggest they serve at the Fall Ball? The answer...Beef Jerky! See those are hard. We got 3 wrong answers out of 75 and all three were in Who Said This Line trivia. One particular stinging one was who said, "The bald eagle is landing". Correct answer: Zach! So needless to say our team (Happy Birthday Wrong # by The Sea - Malibu Sands episode where they are trying to plan Zach's birthday party) was pretty confident the 4th place curse would be lifted. We were shocked when Johnny Dakota got first place for only missing two questions (and easy ones at that)! Crushed but not defeated we held our heads high and knew that we would come back next time ready to kick some trivia ass. I also was pleased to know that they have Seinfeld, Friends, Golden Girls, and other kinds of trivia nights too. Now if they would just do a Sex and the City one I know I would kick some serious trivia ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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In Danielle's case it's probably nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-917964309782801015?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/917964309782801015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-am-i-real-scurred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/917964309782801015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/917964309782801015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-am-i-real-scurred.html' title='Why Am I Real Scurred?'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-7886349563021967580</id><published>2010-08-17T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:26:58.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed'/><title type='text'>Bugging Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGqpJqRW_2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/NOJQJ1GMiFA/s1600/2010_08_bbcity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGqpJqRW_2I/AAAAAAAAA_o/NOJQJ1GMiFA/s320/2010_08_bbcity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People this shit is not OK! I have to work a screening of Lottery Ticket tonight and this is what I see in The Gothamist this morning? Hell to the motherfucking NO. I will not sit in this place, and it's a part of my JOB! Geez people you think I ain't freaking enough, now you throw the bugs at me? And what's worse is they are at the Time Warner Center, and guess who is a part of Time Warner? This guy! I can't catch a break. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[UPDATE BELOW] After seizing the Brooklyn DA's office and the Time Warner Center last week, a new division of bloodthirsty bedbugs has sacked the AMC Empire 25 multiplex in Times Square. A moviegoer who requested anonymity tells us that 30 minutes into last night's screening of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, she was "covered in bites." (Guess The New Yorker was right—that movie really does bite, eh?) And it's not just the Times Square location that's infested, according to our source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The staff at the customer service desk confirmed that the theater has known of the infestation for days and that it will not be fumigated until Tuesday," says the bitten woman. "They also told me that the AMC on 125th is fighting a bedbug infestation as well." Bedbugs thrive in the dark, and have previously feasted on moviegoers in Park Slope and Sheepshead Bay. Obviously, this is just another reason to go with Netflix, but doesn't the movie theater have some obligation to warn customers that they're being dinner and a movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, a manager at AMC who would only give his first name, tells us they did not have any notice posted, but claims that they did not know about the infestation until last night. He says exterminators will be working in the multiplex after it closes tonight, but the theater is still selling tickets for today. He also tells us that the bedbug problem at 125th street "has been taken care of." Of course, bedbugs are remarkably resilient and aren't eradicated so easily. The Park Slope Pavilion, for instance, has had repeated problems with the parasites, which can live for over a year between feedings. Check out rest of article &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2010/08/16/bedbugs_love_amc_empire_25_hate_rep.php"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Kate who plays on the &lt;em&gt;Balls to the Face &lt;/em&gt;team in our Spring league decided rag on us and then praise us in the same breath. She describes us as the GrAY team and calls us Glitter Lovers, but in the same&amp;nbsp;paragraph says "They are playing for keeps and taking it to heart. And they look a lot better doing it, too. :)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sista, from a friend to a friend...well acquaintance....well more like we were in the same hot ass room for 7 weeks together, BITCH get yo sorry ass in order. Hells yeah you know we look better than yo sorry ass excuse of a dodgeball team does. And hells yeah we take pride in beating your cheating asses any time we can. And HELLS mothafucking yes you should never underestimate the amazing gay, sorry GrAY, team in a straight league because we aren't afraid to cut a bitch. You heard me right. The Tomahawk will personally grab an ax and cut you because I hold no mercy for trifiling dodgeball bitches who hate on the one team that will kick yo ass and then ask if you want to play flipcup at the bar. That's how we roll. We may be scary, we may be competitive, we may be heated in the moment, but at the end of the day we are there to prove one thing: Don't fuck with the Scareys. Oh, and some of my team would like to get laid by the agro straight boys in dodgeball occassionally. If you think you can help them with that, we may push our beef aside and get a mani/pedi to discuss.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-5200449670378850178?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5200449670378850178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-friend-to-friend-one-scarey-hater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5200449670378850178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5200449670378850178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-friend-to-friend-one-scarey-hater.html' title='From A Friend To A Friend: One Scarey Hater'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGQzCZ-KekI/AAAAAAAAA_g/lHGrA3I8er4/s72-c/scareyteam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-1299998807442122095</id><published>2010-08-11T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:49:43.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessed'/><title type='text'>When I Think Of Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQjA3MPkHzE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQjA3MPkHzE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just having one of those days where I youtube songs over and over and well this is one of my favorite songs of all time, so I could literally listen to it all day&amp;nbsp;long. I have heard Whitney, Ashanti, Jennifer Hudson, Diana Ross, Jazmine Sullivan, Kristin Chenowith, and random asian boys sing this song today. I love it because there are times when you just wish you could run away from everything, but the one place you end up always is home.&amp;nbsp;I love the message that home is a place where love is overflowing, and this song basically about how when you leave certain things, sometimes you don't know what you got til it's gone.&amp;nbsp;Home is&amp;nbsp;the one place you always feel welcome and warm, and aren't we all searching for that at the end of the day? This girl singing it is one of the best versions I found because it has the real raw emotion the song is supposed to have. It's not polished by any means, but you can feel the heart and soul of the song from a white girl no less! It makes me happy and makes me want to go home right now. Good ol' Western Mass is the best place to go back to, and right now I just looked inside my heart to find a world full of love, like yours...like mine...like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Well I stumbled upon some videos from the ass kicking the other teams got, and well we look damn good just how I imagined.&amp;nbsp;Although this first video....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8TR0SoDB3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8TR0SoDB3k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the 1:00 minute you will see our fearless captain, Doc, shout loudly at the refs for being insane and missing a call. It's not usually his style, but at this point we were so fed up with the refs it wasn't funny. My favorite part of beating the dbag maroon team is that I shouted "Looks like we got off our knees long enough to beat you". Again, I am really classy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmww2OyppOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmww2OyppOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of classy, watch my teammate Jose pull an older asian woman over the center line as we ran for the ball. You can actually hear her scream and hear her skin sliding across the floor. It wasn't too pretty and if you look at me in the yellow shorts, I kinda stare in disbelief this is all going on around me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyVWO6eKmu4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyVWO6eKmu4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a continuation of our award winning match against the Sausage Bandits. It was hot, sweaty, and one helluva tournament, but god damn it, we done and gone and won the whole shebang. Videos always just help to visualize how amazing it was if you weren't there to witness victory in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-6636947279902840528?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6636947279902840528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-scarey-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6636947279902840528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/6636947279902840528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-scarey-videos.html' title='A Couple Scarey Videos'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-5646040859844468704</id><published>2010-08-09T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:38:00.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire island'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGA8pWVo50I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cCyXQ3Yy4o8/s1600/40047_471490872264_668722264_6272030_4719866_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGA8pWVo50I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cCyXQ3Yy4o8/s320/40047_471490872264_668722264_6272030_4719866_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say fun? I meant hell because our trip to Fire Island turned out to be a complete disaster. TripB lost his bags, we got on the wrong train, and took a 5 hour trip to Fire Island. It wasn't fun, but this picture captures the moment when I think TripB and I hit our breaking points.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-5646040859844468704?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5646040859844468704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-night-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5646040859844468704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5646040859844468704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-night-fun.html' title='Friday Night Fun'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TGA8pWVo50I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cCyXQ3Yy4o8/s72-c/40047_471490872264_668722264_6272030_4719866_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1048843363213454282.post-3625438224116758734</id><published>2010-08-05T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:09:10.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dodgeball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scareys'/><title type='text'>One Scarey Championship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdi4fwjLI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tzJfUkhiarI/s1600/dbagteam5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdi4fwjLI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/tzJfUkhiarI/s320/dbagteam5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So last night victory finally came in the form of a championship for The Mariah Scareys. After never winning a tournament or being first place we managed to do BOTH! We won the summer dodgeball tournament after sweating through 3 extremely hard games (do you see our shirts in that picture&amp;nbsp;they are supposed to be light gray like the girls)&amp;nbsp;with about half of our team. Symmes, Koray, Roy, and Erika couldn't make it, and Jose got there before the start of the second game, so to say the odds were stacked against us would be an understatement. With a vengence to pay back and determination coming out of every orifice&amp;nbsp;from our bodies, we played harder than we have the whole season. Everyone was on top of their game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdR4wOREI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-nAbouuoV4Y/s1600/scareysscore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdR4wOREI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-nAbouuoV4Y/s320/scareysscore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See look we came in first for the season, tied with the dbag Maroon team that taunted us two weeks ago to "get off our knees" and try to beat them. We lost to them sadly, but victory was so sweet last night when we saw their faces after kicking their asses in the tournament. Should I also preface the tournament by saying we didn't lose a single match the whole night? Yup we beat all of the teams after two games and that surprised even us! So let's take a look at our competition....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdDu8xWRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/RR43QggQKrU/s1600/dbagteam2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdDu8xWRI/AAAAAAAAA-I/RR43QggQKrU/s320/dbagteam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the 8th place team that didn't even show up so we won the first game by default. Apparently they are all asian and they got into a screaming match weeks ago with the refs and were screaming obsenities so they haven't shown up much of the season. Oh well, guess it's their loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdGGsuUJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AbmkuuaLwu8/s1600/dbagteam4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdGGsuUJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AbmkuuaLwu8/s320/dbagteam4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tangerine team is the real first game we played and they kept getting Eduardo out in the beginning so it was a bit of a struggle throughout the games. There were a couple of bad calls by the refs, but in the end we showed them the Scareys are not to be fucked with. They seemed like they knew they were going to lose and they were oh so right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdLf7vj0I/AAAAAAAAA-4/cDdI4x-0Uyg/s1600/dbagteam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdLf7vj0I/AAAAAAAAA-4/cDdI4x-0Uyg/s320/dbagteam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh, here is the maroon team and they are our arch nemesis. First of all the mop topped curly hair guy and I ran to the ball in the second game and both grappled for the ball. We got into a kerscuffle, he scratched my face, and eventually pulled me over the line. They called me out, a girl on their team throws it, and Eduardo catches it. I am supposed to come back in but the refs didn't see it and of course tell me I can't come back in. Cue Doctor Kelly screaming at the top of his lungs how fucking insane that call was. I actually thought he may have popped a blood vessel with the intensity in his eyes and the octaves his voice reached. Never seen him madder and with good reason: they were shady bitches, it was a shady call, and we were PISSED. It probably only fired us up&amp;nbsp;more to beat their sorry asses. Cut to us winning, shaking hands, and then me yelling as we are walking away "Guess we got off our knees long enough to KICK YOUR ASSES". I was classy, I know. But I got what looks like a domestic violence kinda black eye and I was heated. Sowhatwhocares. We had some words with them after and they made a half hearty "good job guys" &amp;amp; "go win" muted comments from them. You could tell they were pissed the gay team beat their straight asses&amp;nbsp;down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdE9Hf6dI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/nEV3JNp78Ag/s1600/dbagteam3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdE9Hf6dI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/nEV3JNp78Ag/s320/dbagteam3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this was the winner of the early division and we had to play them in the finals for the real championship. They were exhausted, we were fired up, and the games went rather quickly with minimal drama. We loved playing them because they aren't complaining bitches about every call. They are also really good catchers so we had to make sure we didn't throw any thing they could catch. Jose managed to drag the small asian girl&amp;nbsp;across the line when we ran for the balls and you could hear her skin scraping against the court and it wasn't pretty. She started yelling something about dragging her over the line, and I was still in shock that he dragged a small asian woman over the line. Don't even bring up getting dragged over the line, now go on get out. The best part of the night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdKayePZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GxfWYuclhpc/s1600/dbagteam7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdKayePZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GxfWYuclhpc/s320/dbagteam7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My outfit. My nickname in the league is The Tomahawk, so I wanted to get all indian on their asses for the tournament. Do I somewhat resemble the Ultimate Warrior...maybe. Did I feel like I could kick some ass in this outfit, HELLZ YEAH. So with the help of Emily from my work, we crafted the Tomahawk look complete with braided headband and fringe filled arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdI_IOLMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/k-WlJHtBaLU/s1600/dbagteam6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFsdI_IOLMI/AAAAAAAAA-o/k-WlJHtBaLU/s320/dbagteam6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ultimately it was the perfect end to another drama filled season in the damned straight league. It felt SO good to win and show the other teams we are a force to be reckoned with but now we have a reputation to live up to and shit. Also glad we didn't win every game in the season because as Aerosmith once eloquently stated "You have to lose to know how to win". We may have lost in the past, but there will be a whole lot of winning in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I won the dodgeball tournament last night, had lunch with my boy today, and my new portable airconditioner was being installed. That is until I found it was damaged upon delivery and now it doesn't work. Seriously, why can't I win? How am I supposed to breathe without any cold air?&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I know we are friends in dodgeball and we hang out a bunch, I would say you are my friend. I saw you went to GLAAD Annual Summer Rooftop Soiree last night and you were an honorary guest, that's amazing! I know you had a big great gay storyline on One Life To Live and you are big in the gay community, but I just thought as a friend I would I would tell you I am not so much digging the pattern tie on the pattern shirt look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm422rd-dI/AAAAAAAAA9o/k9r_QSQLExU/s1600/scotte2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm422rd-dI/AAAAAAAAA9o/k9r_QSQLExU/s320/scotte2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean didn't Spencer or Steve say something to you before you walked out of the door? The tie only looks like it comes down to your belly button so it's short to top it off (did someone say top?). You are mad good at dodgeball and your smile could melt an icy stare, so I will forgive you. But seriously from a friend to a friend, if you ever need help dressing for a fun event like this, give me a call. I don't mind. F'reals. Speaking of ridiculously hot smiles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm47UN7l7I/AAAAAAAAA94/vI4wEMAOyV0/s1600/scotte4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm47UN7l7I/AAAAAAAAA94/vI4wEMAOyV0/s320/scotte4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I say hot smiles, or hot bodies? I actually forgot while staring at this picture of Scott from the Real World: Brooklyn. I mean how do you GET a body like that? Seriously I would let that boy do whatever he wanted to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm44RF8C3I/AAAAAAAAA9w/5uOA2nd9ZNE/s1600/scotte3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFm44RF8C3I/AAAAAAAAA9w/5uOA2nd9ZNE/s400/scotte3.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exxccceeppppttt with that huge zit on his nose. F'reals? While I am not your friend muscley Scott, I will give you talk just like I did with other Scott. From a friend to a friend, why would you ever not use cover up on the crater that is your nose? A little touchup before you hit a red carpet would be nice, and don't tell me you didn't see it before you left the house. I can see it in pictures from the event and I wasn't even there. So please do yourself a favor, make a gay your new best friend, and always consult them before you leave the house for an event without a shirt on. And if you need that person, you can always call me at my cell number, which you have, because I sent it.....telepathically.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Nicknamed the Ronies, there are a lot of ladies representing including V, Mandy, Stacey and Rachel of EB past, Craig, Matt, Jason, and some fierce ladies. We to say we have been underestimated by the other teams would be an understatement. We may look all sweet, but there has been some serious asskicking going on. Currently in first, the last two weeks we have kicked some serious ass. Check out what NYCSSC said about the Ronies in their newsletter which featured the awesometastic team picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;School’s not quite in session yet, so adults still have the run of after work recess! Take a trip down to the Lower East Side after a long day and you’ll get to see these eight teams score singles, doubles and homeruns. With an agressive team photo and an even more intimidating team name, Rainbows and Ponies has taken the scare tactic to a whole new plane in the world of social sports. Look out – Roar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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She's like 5 and she already has more sass than Zsa Zsa Gabor&amp;nbsp;after a fist fight with a tranny. I can see her totally being on MTV talking about going to rehab by the age of 14 and how this whole career of her's has been 'one wild ride'. Between de-virginizing Justin Beiber, taking shots with Lindsay, doing bumps with Kate Moss after the VMA's and making out with Lady Gaga at every after party, she's one tired gal, and all of this before she gets her driver's license! Ok maybe I am exaggerating, but if you don't know the song, check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRwSbLf6z6Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XRwSbLf6z6Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Familiar with it at all? Every card has some kind of drinking somethingorother involved with it. 2 means you drink, Q means you ask people questions, 10 means categories, 7 means Never have I ever, so on and so forth. Want to know the official rules, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kings_(card_game)"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Anyways the big deal is the one cup left standing is the Kings Cup. Sorta like below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmt2J0j4gI/AAAAAAAAA9I/k2aGx0FSmhU/s1600/kingscup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmt2J0j4gI/AAAAAAAAA9I/k2aGx0FSmhU/s320/kingscup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you pull a king you pour some of your drink in there. The last king a person pulls, has to drink the cup, and thus ends the game. Now let's say some people are drinking beer and some mixed drinks. So you can imagine what the cup may look like after the first drink....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmvXYkWH8I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qI24fdoFfWU/s1600/ikea-drink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmvXYkWH8I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qI24fdoFfWU/s320/ikea-drink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well maybe a little less pretty. Anyways what turned out to be the funnest part of the game was the "dares" people had to endure. Take for instance DB, he was asked to do a simple handstand (with help!!) and look at the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRtV_EUCf1g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRtV_EUCf1g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes even a simple handstand was too much for some people to handle!! Although not too much for people to handle was DB's underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK8uqD5WI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Ogaj17z-gX0/s1600/MIkin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK8uqD5WI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Ogaj17z-gX0/s320/MIkin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you know I hated having a pair of soggy underwear on my head, but guess what I made the best out of a really bad situation. It wasn't terrible but it wasn't comfortable either! Someone who did not take a shine to DB's underwear was this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmLAj3dlxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/DcCLdQdt5rM/s1600/MIun.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmLAj3dlxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/DcCLdQdt5rM/s320/MIun.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See that pout face? He also refused to drink the kings cup, but that's another story for another blog. C'mon TripB cheer up! You got a hot ass pair of underwear on your head!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK90yNaFI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0mDJPRCEPrk/s1600/Mikin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK90yNaFI/AAAAAAAAA8w/0mDJPRCEPrk/s320/Mikin3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's better! You look a little like Mother Theresa, but sowhatwhocares. Although I gotta give TripB props for trying to um, what's the word for someone trying to not make an ass out of themselves but did it anyways? I don't know but if this picture isn't scary on every level, I don't kno what would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK_K9bAYI/AAAAAAAAA84/yKqRNTGImx4/s1600/MIkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmK_K9bAYI/AAAAAAAAA84/yKqRNTGImx4/s320/MIkin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't do it TripB! Save yourself from deep throating a big ass glass cup! Sigh. The funniest dare of the whole night came from Dana and her love of pizza, err cheesecake, err both? TripB made Dana eat cheesecake like a pizza as fast as she could while shouting "I love pizza".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i87l4t8B9Ts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i87l4t8B9Ts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we had a blast playing this lovely drinking game, and guess what we all got a little tipsy. Shocking you say? Well I don't know about that, you didn't see some of the answers from The Question Game...&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-12491003-2");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1048843363213454282-5344464879435761433?l=themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5344464879435761433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-kings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5344464879435761433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1048843363213454282/posts/default/5344464879435761433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoreauyouknow.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-kings.html' title='King of Kings'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06780828780720426692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/S1Dj4JDjy2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/PBhRQe-y91o/S220/logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKKmbu8xd6Q/TFmt2J0j4gI/AAAAAAAAA9I/k2aGx0FSmhU/s72-c/kingscup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
