Bran and I will be doing something saucy with the cool cats of "Drink at Work", on Monday night at Siberia. Oh you know Siberia. That bar you and a pack of your girlfriends went to drunk one night hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy Fallon but settling for a fat man sans pants. YES! That Siberia.
And it's free comedy fun Matthew Lesto. Even the government can't promise you that.
This is a note to self to remind my sister to get those goddamn Def Leppard tickets. Go ahead Melissa, get four. We will find someone to take the extra one. No I haven't asked anyone yet but trust me SOMEONE will take it. And no it won't be some creep on Craigs List. JUST. GET. THEM. ALREADY. I can hardly stand the suspense of whether or not Joe Elliot and I will (FINALLY!!) be in the same arena.
And I'm being very kind referring to Jones Beach as an "arena".
Sight for sore eyes: SJ creates her own calendar because she suffers from OCD.
The kids are a'right. I left my sunglasses at my apartment. Oh and it was 88 degrees out.
Don't tell me that you have to head to the beach on Memorial Day. Not even when it's over 85 degrees and sunny. No tell me isntead to have a writing meeting for my upcoming show with Barbs, OD, and Sears where I make everyone pizza (no Sears that's not delivery - it's Whole Foods frozen). Let me lay on a blanket in the middle of the grass, and watch Bran take photos of John's creepy moustache.
Yeah suck it Robert Moses.
My old one..not this old but sort of close
I recently became the proud owner of a deliciously new lil' Panasonic camcorder. I LOVE this thing. I even bought it a case, which I then put in another case....because I'm CRAY-ZAY. What's crazier? That I haven't worked out in over a week and woke up early with the intent but now sort of want to lay around and drink coffee and talk about my new love. Oh well, I had other things to um....occupy my time. I'm thinking of starting my own line of fitness videos which will basically involve me sitting on my couch watching Denis Austin on Lifetime at 7:30 in the morning, while I type blog entries. Now come on - who wouldn't want this??!! (no need to show hands, I can just tell whose heart isn't in this project.)
I just found a mix cd at my desk that I made right about this time, five years ago. Behold the power of gayness:
Best I ever had - Vertical Horizon
I like this song but remember LOVING this song. I think I wanted to play it at my wedding while ex-boyfriends cried in the backgorund (or cheered depending of course)
Elderly woman behind the counter - Pearl Jam
I don't think I've heard this song since 2001 oddly enough
Ex girlfriend - No Doubt
Oh Gwen, have your damn kid already and stop wearing saris and platforms.
Crazy - KC and Jo Jo
WHAT?! Did I think I was Julia Stiles in 'Save the Last Dance"?? Probably.
May Parade - Guster
Guster - hmm I think this is the only song I had ever heard. Stole it off of a friend's cd. It's a lukewarm temperature sort of song. And I don't really know that that means.
Bad Reputation - Freedy Johnson
I. LOVE. THIS. SONG. STILL.
Get Gone - Fionna Apple
This is Fionna at her angriest. Who was I angry at that summer….NYSYNC?
The Way You Love Me - Faith Hill
This is the one where she's being cooky and playing different roles. Pure pop cheese. With a sprinkle of Tim McGraw's semen. What? I have no clue.
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
OH YEAH. GIVE IT TO ME JERSEY SHORE.
Summer of 69 - Bryan Adams
OH YEAH. GIVE IT TO ME JERSEY SHORE. (you know right after Def Leppard does)
Forever Young - Alphaville
I was graduating form college in 2001 so I probably wanted to be sentimental. Not about St John's, but about Ron Artest who was once in my math class.
No More - 3LW
Where are these three little women now? I saw one of them in some lame MTV movie last Saturday morning while doing laundry.
Photograph - Def Leppard
One of my favorite songs ever. Five years later it would still be on a mix. So suck it everyone.
Head Over Heels - The Go Go's
Not too awful.
Mona Lisa - Guster
Seriously, they had another song and I put it on a mix?? Strange.
Lately - Jodeci
Um yeah…well let me say this: In 8th grade this song came out and I dry humped my boyfriend to it. Maybe I was trying to get that feeling back or something. Maybe I'm just gay.
Seriously guys, anyone want me to make them a mix? Let this not be an indication of my musical prowness. There's only like one or two songs I'd still put on a mix today.
Okay. Or four or five of them.
I break for ex-boyfriends and weddings
*Matt Sears = Best Sport Ever. Thanks for helping your ol' pal SJ out.
**Special thanks to Tuna, JOD, James, Brandy, Sears for coming to see me.
***Special special thanks to Carolyn who is a doll baby that I love.
****All the ladies were so funny. So funny you ladies were.
Exciting news from the world of Brandy & Sara:
THE KISSING BOOTH
Pucker up for the debut of this new monthly variety show hosted by comedy duo Brandy & Sara. Expect stand ups, sketch, songs, and video from some of NYC's premiere performers, with a spectacular karaoke finale. The first show boasts performances by Adria Amram, Michelle Collins and Seth Herzog, with more guests TBA. One drink free with admission, dance party immediately after the show. Will there be a kissing booth? You'll have to come and see.
Friday, June 9th 8pm
The Tank, 279 Church street between Franklin & White.
Cost: $5 (gets you 1 free drink)
www.thekissingboothnyc.blogspot.com
Attached photo credit: Anya Garrett (www.anyagarrett.com)
Blogger is being a real butt crumb* right now and not letting me upload any of the hundred or so photos that I stole from brandy's flickr page. Sorry to be MIA as of late but momma had to work hard for her money, so hard for it honey. And by work I mean spend three days filming an indie pilot with some fabulously talented people who I love very, very much (crew included!). I also managed to shove my fat face full of subway footlongs (yeah yeah I know), pringles, snickers, and pretzles. At some point I drank too much on Saturday and as Ludacris says "acted tha fool". But it's always done in the nicest way possible.
On Sunday I saw the Yankees/Mets game and was thrilled to go with someone who shares my love of bud light and nathans. Oh right and making out. What? yeah grandma said it kids. Deal with it.
I'll post pics as soon as I can. But in the meantime check out my comedy/life partners blog.
And she wants to mutter something unintelligible, stand for the entire show in some hideous frock from Scoop, and cry hysterically whenever Elliot goes to open his mouth whether it's to sing, yawn or make a fart sound everytime Katherine bends over.
I'll give you one hint....she's forever your girl.
Give up?
Okay one more hint.......she'd better "rush, rush" to the nearest rehab clinic and admit herself for overdossing on diet pills, botox, and "The Mighty Ducks 3".
IT'S PAULA ABDUL YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When it comes to marriage, after much thought and consideration I've decided I think I pretty much know what I do want….and what I don't.
Don't Want:
Ang just called me to tell me that she saw a woman wearing silver Converse like I own, and laughed in the woman's face because it reminded her of the story I told about how I was recently dressed like a Street Performing Silver Robot. (insert robotic sounds here)
Last Thursday, I left work early for a doctor's appointent. I had some time to kill before a rehearsal, so I went home and changed into my grey gap sweatpants, my silver Cons, and a grey sweatshirt. It took me maybe a good ten minutes before realizing that I resembled a robot. In order to complete this look, I decided to make mechanical robotic sounds throughout the three-hour rehearsal, trying to make Barber laugh, and thus annoying the shit out of everyone else in the room.
Somebunny's a professional.......Asshole.
Anyone looking to get on SJ's good side, best be making arrangements with a reputable breeder and securing me one adorable little Pomeranian. Yeah yeah I know everyone winces at the thought of a tiny dog, because in this society only coke-whored sluts like P Hilton and M Barton carry these things around. But my baby's gonna have style. And model. Did I mention she will be the Jon Benet of show dogs??
Answer: four. Me hungry.
It's raining, my jeans feel like they are painted on, and I managed to work out this morning. You find the magical equation in that one.
I am considering chopping this ol' do for the summer. Similar to what I had last year but maybe just touching the shoulders and the bangs will be a tad bit longer. Those of you who knew me back in 1999 - I will NEVER go back to the Meg Ryan "You've Got Mail" hairstyle. A little less Meg a little more Hillary Rodham, was what that was. Yick.
Here are two styles I am considering.
Now all I need to do is move to LA, shop at Kitson, and develop a cocaine habit. Then surely I will have perfected the style.
I'm taking a vote. What do y'all think?
This song (by The Gin Blossoms) is playing on my radio right now and it reminded me of the time in 9th grade I called up a boy I liked (a senior no less) and played the song really loudly into the phone then screamed, "THIS IS THE SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH YOU!!". Then hung up and quickly tried to *67 so he wouldn't know it was me.
ASS-HOLY-OL!
Reason number 5 why he wouldn't take me to the prom.
Went to the grocery store before because I realized I have a year-old box of cherios (lowers the cholesterol!), a can of veggie chili, and the two ends of a loaf of wheat bread. Any who I'm there on line and for some reason I'm in a fine enough mood and chatting up the friendly old man behind me. Now as most of you know, I HATE old people! Okay I keed. But chatting the elderly is something I do when I make a pact with god. you know when times are tough and I'm low on cash and I say "God please let me find $20 in the back of this cab so that I can pay for it when I reach my apartment". Then I usually say "Okay God I'll even be nicer to old people....and children....and Mexican delivery men".
So any who I'm chatting up Oldie McOlds and all of sudden he starts HITTING on me. He tells me that I remind him of Claire Danes in "Shop Girl" and how he can't believe II'm not an NYU freshman (nah, not with those SAT scores*). Then I say "Well my mom looks young too." And he goes, "Wow. I'd like to get some of that".
BEG. YOUR. PARDON. GRANDPA????
I did the only thing any girl in my situation could do.....I froze, smiled, grabbed my receipt and walk four blocks out of my way so that he wouldn't know where I lived.
Grandpa wins by a mile!
* I got a 1020 the first time I took the SAT's because I fell asleep in the middle of them. Sorry but I thought I'd graduate right into a starring role on Broadway. Second time, with a tutor - a paltry 1100.
Alright, alright. Everybody calm the fuck down. Big deal. We already knew that Kevin has super sperm. In fact I'm almost certain that if these two were getting it on in the bedroom next to me, some of his magical sperm would somehow be able to impregnate me. THROUGH THE GOD DAMN WALL! Because let's face it, I wouldn't let Kevin Fedelrine buy me a drink at a bar, let alone go home and boff him. No thank you sire. I shall not be purchasing what your peddling.
And it's not a crime that she's pregnant 8 months after having Sean Preston. In fact when I someday have children (alright quick shuddering people, someday I will love kids more than my social life), I too would like to have them close enough in age that they can grow up having each other, but selfishly (and here's where Allocco really does get back to earth) I would only have to gain the weight once. Then once it's off - it's off. Sounds crazy? People this blog isn't called Sara Is Loco for nuthin'.
The only crime she's committing (besides driving with baby on lap, letting it crack it's head open in some ghetto ass high chair) is letting that rat touch her. AGAIN! Almost as gross as the thought of Tom and Katie getting it on. Which don't even get me started on because I know for a fact that they never had Suri. The little mouse in my pocket told me. And so did Tom.
Brandy and I were fortunate enough to be able to work with the lovely and amazing Anya Garrett who took tons of photos of us two gals on Saturday. Behold - the work of a great. Brandy and I were still hung over from a certain Cinco De Mayo party and may have only gotten a combined total of 4 1/2 hours of sleep.
Anya - you are incredible mi lady.
NERDS!!!!
Aubrey and Marianne
Bran and I ponder another beer
Anya wears her tie proudly in honor of the soon to be close Tai Lounge
Angie and Gregory
Shots from Cinco De Mayo party. Far too tired to do a recap. But Barber took one for the team and wrote up an excellent one here. Barber sure is grand. Greg - adorable. Angie - a love. Anya & Marianne - my sweethearts. Brendon - the bubs. Seth - host. Craig - dj. Aubry - great dancer.
You like senor?
Also the proud new owner of mascara that hopefully will not leave clumps.
And soon I shall own the following which will read SJ not Latoya. (But you get the idea)
And I'll wear them with pride every day of my life.
Side note that has nothing to do with my shopping: I downloaded the entire Radiohead album "The Bends". Think I stole this cd from a boyfriend in college but lost it in one of my many moves about the city. Forgot how lovely "Nice Dream" and "Fake Plastic Trees" really are.
Can't write a lot because I've got a Corona bottle with my name that is just begging to be had.
Didn't write all day and figured that my fan base (yeah all three of you and my dad) would be upset. Going to a party, so should have a bunch of pictures courtesy of Brandy's lovely Sony that I shall post at a later date sire.
x's and ho's
SJ
Barbs and I shan't be doing another show for at least another week, so hop on down to:
7pm Thursday, May 4th
VARIETY UNDERGROUND
@the Parkside Lounge
317 E. Houston St.
F/V to 2nd Avenue
Free admission - 2 drink minimum
http://www.varietyunderground.com
Featuring:
- Catie Lazarus - stand up comedy
- Songs about hipsters - Greg Morabito returns to VU with a guitar
- Mike Burns - stand up...and maybe a song!
- Brandy & Sara - sketch comedy featuring Brandy Barber and Sara Jo Allocco
- Lucia Aniello - musical comedy
- Brooke Van Poppelen - stand up comedy
- Right This Second - longform improv comedy featuring Emma Clerihew, Angela DeManti, Jared McGrail, Molly Robertson, and Joshua Key-Maginnis
- Federico Garduno - stand up comedy
- Dave Thunder and Friends - solo improvisation by Dave Thunder
- Uke-to-Go D'yan Forest Ukelele player
Word.
Alright admit it - they are a cute little family. They'd be a lot cuter had he not left Jen so abruptly then started his new life immediately thereafter. But whatever, it takes all kinds. That's right I am being more optimistic about them. Them being a couple I don't know, will never meet, and who don't realize my life exists. Besides all that, I commend you two kids on making infidelity look...well...look so swell.
Now go say ten Hail Mary's you cheaters you!
I kid! Now go on, get outta here you crazy kids!
At times I often wonder why I bother doing certain things. Waste of my time? Perhaps. And maybe I should have worked out this morning instead of sleeping for an extra hour - but the sleep felt great. Now I have to go have my cholesterol tested to make sure that I'm not thirty seconds from having a heart attack. By the way, thank you hereditary for making it so damn high in the first place.
Back to this wasting time thing......I just can't take on any more additions to my life that I don't see resulting in something at some point in my life. Without going into specifics let me say it's time for some late Spring cleaning. Not to mention time to get down on it, Kool and the Gang.
Let me also say that as soon as Barber's new job gives her the go-ahead (or she tells them to fuck off - whichever comes first), I will be the proud owner of a roundtrip ticket to San Diego in June. Yes, SJ is taking some much needed vacation. I would quote the Go-Go's here, but I was planning on saving that for the title of the actual post, where I write about getting my actual ticket.
See people, inside this crazy mind lies some semblance of order. Some.
"Grandma how do you work this thing??"
Gotta make this short and sweet becuase I have a date with "The Insider" and "Entertainment Tonight". It appears Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuco are meeting for the first time since she shot Mary Jo!
It also appears that I don't have a life!
Below: some photos Bran and I snapped at one of those Time Square/Broadway shops. You know the sorts where one can, oh I don't know shop at after auditions with her mom in 7th grade, and purchase large obnoxious buttons that say things like "ACTRESS!" and "You're Going Out There a Chorus Girl Kid, But You're Coming Back a Star!". Then pin them to her catholic school uniform because she wants everyone to know that she's going places. Someday. I mean I personally don't know who this kid is/was, but you know......whatevs......(cut to: Sara rocking herself back and forth under her work desk while singing "Castle on a Cloud" as her boss stands over in horror clutching the latest assortment sheet.)
The hat says "MOVIE STAR NEW YORK". And I bought it.