Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Hare, Hare, Hare.

It's that time of year again...August.

I've nothing further on the matter except for good luck wishes to all.  Hope it's a good month.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Hare, Hare, Hare.

It's no secret that I dislike August.  It's usually my least favourite month.  It's long, it's Summer trying to hold on, there are no vacations and life just moves slow.

I am realizing now though that I can start hating July on account of the hot weather.

So with a hopeful mind, I wish everyone good luck for August.  This July was not the best and while things can always be worse, I can still say it sucked, can't I? Considering I posted well wishes on the 2nd, you may think I am to blame...heh.  heh.  

Let us not make that same mistake again.

Good Luck, all.

Almost, August.

In the history of August and everything therein, this one almost turned out to be a good month.

Almost.

For a while there, it seemed like things were just falling into place.

I ended July right with free passes to APW and started August in Midtown with TD5 and H1 at dim sum in Chinatown, pate from the Grand Central Market and I even went to fix my glasses on Sunday finally.

We took TD5 to Shake Shack on Monday, which he enjoyed and I tasted a Purple Cow, which I loved (but Aims, it was Boobey Head who ordered it! I wouldn't drink that without you!).

Arctic Monkeys, while disappointing H1 and Beetchie could not attend, were amazing and eating a king cone and sharing ice-cream and memories, stumbling home at 2 AM on Tuesday was fun thanks to the company.

Tuesday we all had dinner together at Connolly's Restaurant and Bar (even though the food was just sadly just 'okay' after H1 and Or 2's great take out meals from there), Beetchie got the great news and we wish her all the best with her transfer to OSU and while sad, we saw TD5 off knowing he'd be back in November and that's not far away.

But then things went awry.

The other awesome bit of news we got was that H1 got invited to see U2 on August 15th at Wembley Stadium. Although H1 could not go due to work and recent unfortunate events involving Luuuuuiiisssss, I then got the invitation. Now, as horrible as U2's current album is, seeing them at Wembley Stadium would be amazing regardless. But seeing them at Wembley Stadium on VIP Hospitality passes would be even more hella awesome and a chance of a lifetime really.

I was seriously considering shelling the huge amounts of cash for this opportunity and was all prepared to jet set to the U.K. for the weekend but the invitation fell through due to work politics circumstances, and while I no longer have to worry about finding a plane ticket or the guilt that comes with spending so much money on an unnecessary purchase (that's right! It's NOT bread, water, toilet paper, Muse and/or Arctic Monkeys!), the chance to be an ass in VIP just went 'poof!' right outta my grasp.

Ah well. I'm doing okay with that.

The second horrid bit of HOchieS goings on is this - H1 sprained her ankle! She had a bit of a twist of the foot a few mornings ago, and yesterday, thanks to Luuuuuiiisssss' 'need' for a Nathan's hot dog, she took a bit of a twisted dive between curb and truck and ended up in the E.R.

We're thankful it's not broken but she still is a bit of a gimp, poor thing. I just hope Mario Cantone did not make fun of her at his stand up show.

The third reason that August remains the assiest of months is this - I'm sitting here typing all this out on a rainy Sunday afternoon, not looking forward to going to work tomorrow due to a touch of the cold I have developed.

I'm actually surprised I did not get one sooner than Thursday (it's been since Thursday, yeah) knowing fully well that I've been running myself down for almost 2 weeks now, granted these 2 weeks have been more fun than not.

Blast you, August. Blast you.

You've 22 days to make amends.

Currently listening to: "The Frail" by Nine Inch Nails. How stupidly appropriate for The HOchieS this day.

Ah, Fall in August

Today was a strange Operation Impending Doom II.VII kind of day.

It stormed fiercely in NYC. It's rare there's thunder of that calibur. A preview to 2012, I'm sure. I thought the Apocalypse was upon us for a second there.

It's evening now and it continues to be pretty cool. I swear the little puddle that forms outside of H1's house when it rains has frozen over. It feels a little bit like Fall, which excites me. I love Fall, as I'm sure I've stated before. H1 on the other hand, doesn't like it because it usually signals that Winter would soon follow. That's how I feel about Spring - I can't stand it because Summer's always at its heels.

See? It takes Fall Weather to make August less sucky.

Currently listening to: "Weird" by Menomena. Thanks to TD5 for helping me remember to listen again. I haven't in a while.

August 1st - 4th

The world has not yet ended even though I was of the camp "the world will end once that atom smasher is turned on!". Considering that I am unsure if it has even been turned on yet will probably have you believing that I did not really think a Black Hole would form and sucks us all down. That may be partially true but only because the Discovery Channel told me that Operation Impending Doom III was set to begin in 2012, so that's the date I'm going by really. The Discovery Channel never lies! That's probably how long it'd take that Black Hole to form anyway...

In the meanwhile, the HOchieS have been enjoying the company of Hochie favourites - Beetchie & Alex, with Frass and MC tagging along. Heh.

On Friday, we went to see The Dark Knight. It was quite a good movie and as Batman should be but it made me sad to see Heath. It's not as if I loved Heath when he was still with us but I didn't dislike him either. Seeing him with all his finite lines and creep behaviour just makes it all the more tragic.
Other than that, Gary Oldman was fantastic but not as fantastic as Frass and I keeping an eye on MC and Alex to ensure they were not sleeping (as both are notorious for such things) and sure enough, within the first five minutes MC had fallen asleep.
And it was during a bank robbery! What the eff.

After getting out of the theatre early with a date of 5 PM for dinner, SOME people were starvin' and needed to get food earlier. Since we were to meet Beetchie for dinner, we decided to go to Applebee's for some mini-burgers, wings and drinks.

This was followed by Pongsri which as always was a fun time with good eats had by all. I had about a million quotes to add to this but can't remember any of it. We're such messes.

Saturday proved rather crazy. I almost made Frass hate me for life (which I'm sure he does already but maybe had this gone the way it could have, he would hate on me with intent to destroy). I did not have my phone on me, so I missed his call telling me that he was on the 11.45 train. I only got that message at 1.40, which means he would have been waiting at the train station for an hour for us to pick him up. It turns out rain saved my ass by falling so hard and fierce that it flooded the tracks and he was delayed for an hour extra. So while my ass was saved, his was napping on the train. All in all, it worked out for all parties involved.

Beetchie and Sufi showed up an hour after the potential debacle with a box full of baos and a bag full of crabs with gundys not secure. Well, those crabs were rather entertaining especially the one that was super fiesty:



We rocked the Rock Band, had patties, jerk chicken with rice and peas and chatted. Oh yeah, and there was a huge fight over some molten lava cake between Sufi and Beetchie that I tried to stay away from but it was near impossible since the fight spilled over right into Sunday afternoon.

As a treat for the Oxymorons, The Oxtails completed the World Tour and are now in the Hall of Fame. We went in lookin' like whores being mostly unclothed and ended up purchasing threads for the Apocalyptic "future" and ummm, feathers. I now have a jellyfish microphone and Beetchie has a gas mask. I think she may have been trying to tell me something but I ignore her.

Monday morning saw the eating of dim sum with Beetchie, a pepper flake that got stuck in my throat and a long uneventful day at work after that. Ah well.

Now I'm back to how my August months usually are - boring.

I hate August.

Currently listening to: "Spiralling" by Keane. Uhhh, okay, I was SO not expecting this bad '70s + '80s Sound AT ALL. Wow. and "The Escapist" by The Streets. If this song is any indication of what the new The Streets album is like, I might have to take Mike Skinner's advice and push things forward by getting someone else's album; and "Midna's Desperate Hour" by Koji Kondo and Toru Minegishi, from the Legend of Zelda: The Twilight Princess Original Soundtrack. This game was damned nightmarish!