How Dare You?

I am very upset w/ Ray's Helava Deli in Lake George! Instead of getting a breakfast sandwich, SB & I opted for the 3 egg salsa omelet w/ a choice of breakfast meat and toast. The person taking our order looked slightly confused but it was very hectic up in there. We waited and waited and people ahead of us were getting their food. We waited and wait and the kitchen staff were arguing that omelets weren't on the menu. We waited and waited & then SB screamed, "THIS IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS! LET'S GO!" This was the magic words because, voila, "Yr food is coming right up, sir."

I thought we were in the clear but NOOOOOO! The food sucked, the omelet had bits of white in it, not even fucking whisked together properly, let alone folded nicely. The bacon was OK, could have been a bit crisper. And the toast was not toasted...it was bread w/ butter. I saw them place it in the toaster but I'm thinking now that the toaster wasn't plugged in.

I am also disgusted w/ Hearthstone camp ground. All the bathrooms smelled like pee & the floor were gritty. Apparently, it's OK to forgo the power wash & not refill the soap dispensers.

GRRR! At least I was drinking heavily over the weekend.

You Can't Afford Me

My weekend was full of sex, sex, sex. Now before yr dirty minds jump to a very obvious conclusion, I'm actually speaking of all the movies I watched recently.

I was really excited to check out the latest from Steven Soderburg, "The Girlfriend Experience". The big buzz surrounding the film was that the female lead was being played by real life porn star, Sasha Grey. There were many things I liked about "The Girlfriend Experience", the fact that the viewer is thrust right into the lives of this call girl and her boyfriend, the gorgeous cinematography, the naturalness of the dialogue and weirdly enough, for a film about sex there was no actual sex scenes. And it works.


That being said, I have a big BUT w/ "TGE". Sasha fucking Grey! Ugh! Other than her looks, Grey has nothing going for her. She's boring, flat and uninspiring. And if you haven't seen "TGE" and you want to, please disregard the rest of this post. Basically, Grey becomes attracted to one of her clients. I despised the casual way she tells her boyfriend that she 's planning 0n spending the weekend w/ another dude (client she's suddenly become smitten w/) and then gets annoyed (I think it was annoyance, very hard to tell when you can't express emotions. Maybe Sasha Grey is a cybernetic being) w/ boyfriend for being "selfish". And, get this, the character is obsessed w/ numerology/astrology bullshit. Oh, yeah, nothing says high class call girl like following some crack pot hokum.

For a really great look at the prostitution game, check out Billie Piper in the Showtime/ITV show "The Secret Diary of a Call Girl". The show is based on the blog/memoirs of real life London working girl "Belle du Jour".

Off to bed now....

To Whom it May Concern

Hi, my name is Sue. I live in Schenectady, NY. I live part time between my boyfriend's apartment and my parents' house until my boyfriend and I buy a house. I'm 33, I'll be 34 in October. I work in case management for a non-profit w/ people who are living w/ HIV. OK, think that covers who I really am.

So here's the deal, last fall I started getting some really shitty comments from Anonymous. I addressed this by being direct and adult about it.

Well, Anon has resurfaced and told me this gem re: my Top Model recap "Seriously? You have no taste." Not really sure what yr referring to, fucko? Are you saying I have no taste because I watch America's Next Top Model? I can probably conclude that yr one of those snide assholes that think reality TV is for the great unwashed masses. Or could you possibly be talking about my rant about Clay Aiken? Clay Aiken is a no talent jerk off. There I said it. Still pissed off?

What really chaps my ass, is that yr a total pussy. Gutless piece of shit, too scared to let me know who you really are.

FUCK OFF DOUCHEBAG!!!! YR NOT WELCOME HERE!!! GO SUCK A DICK! 

You got the Peaches, I got the Cream....

The Capital District is an odd mish mash of self breeding chain restaurants, stellar 50 tantalizing kinds of awesome affordable places and eateries I can never dream of going into as they probably tax you for breathing in the air.

A few weeks ago Sexy Beast, some friends and myself went to Peaches Cafe in Styvesant Plaza. I have never been in as I remember waaaaaay back when my mother and I were shopping and hungry. We paused for a minute outside of the then named Peaches and Cream and she said, "Oh I don't know. We could probably split a sandwich." I think I said something like not on yr life old woman, I don't share food, esp. when dining out. After that Peaches (& Cream) became synonymous w/ overpriced brunch place.

Well majority won me over this particular Saturday. I have to tell you, the menu was very sinful. Most of my peeps went w/ stuffed French toast. Lone wolf that I am (and I also have to have my cholesterol and blood sugar checked!) went w/ fresh fruit and quiche Lorraine. Quiche Lorraine is the queen of all quiches........ sorry I was day dreaming : ) However, the Peaches staff didn't exactly give me a heaping helping, I mean you would think for 9.50 I would get at least a quarter of a quiche w/ some edible garnish.

Next time I go, I will be armed w/ gift certificates.