Sir Paul SnackCartney

Daddy snagged Mommy tickets to Paul McCartney in Phoenix this past weekend. They said it's her birthday. Well, they were right, cos it was. So she was the luckiest lady in town, and I was the luckiest daughter around because I was blessed with several Sir Paulian voicemails. I've saved them all and listened to them by the scores.

Here's the setlist for the show she attended:

Venus And Mars
Rock Show
Jet
All My Loving
Got To Get You Into My Life
Highway
Let Me Roll It
Foxy Lady

The Long And Winding Road
Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five
(I Want To) Come Home
My Love

I'm Looking Through You
Every Night
Two Of Us
Blackbird
Here Today
Dance Tonight
Mrs. Vandebilt
Eleanor Rigby

Something
Letting Go
Sing The Changes
Band On The Run
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Back in the USSR
I've got a feeling
Paperback writer
A day in the life
Give peace a chance

Let it be
Live And Let die
Hey Jude

Day Tripper
Lady Madonna
Get back

Yesterday
Helter Skelter
Sgt. Pepper's ( reprise )
The End

That's right. FORTY SONGS. Way to go, Pauly, you made my mom's LIFE.

And in the birthday card my dad gave my mom that morning:

"If Sir Paul asks you backstage tonight, GO FOR IT!!!!!!!!"

If that don't prove my parents are Supreme Beings, than I DON'T KNOW WHAT

SUNSnack

I got a new JOB. Same place, different occupation. So I'm comin into some money. First thing I'm buying? Plane ticket home to see mah first SUNS GAME SINCE the Age of MAJERLE. Hopefully it will be a playoff spot.

Saw a guy in Soho wearing a Suns hat yeserday, made me smile wide

Segue that into this: I left my Famous Hat in a cab or somewhere. It is the hat that my grandma made for me, ze one she asked me if i vahnted it vis puffbahllz or not.

In other otros news, this is legit:



Makes me miss all the desert minstrel parties I would have with my friends in Arizona. (Actualement, I never did that. But maybe in the 48 hours of Suns time, we can make it happen for the first and not the last time. Also, maybe grandma will teach me to knit.)

Sneak Snack

Stewie Snack

TrendSnacking

LADIES! Get ready for this season's latest trend: wearing men's boxers as shorts!!!!

Just kidding, only I do this and people look at me CRAZY

SNACK TRAGEDY

THIS IS A SNACK MADE UP OF MINOR TRAGEDIES:

I LOVED SAM AND KATE.

MY FAVORITE ITALIANO RESTAURANT IN THE EAST VILLAGE IS CLOSED.

MY DUMBO DREAM IS OFF THE MARKET BECAUSE OF JAY-Z AND BEYONCE.

the only way this could get better is if KATE GETS WITH LEO NOW FINALLY

Pacifist Snack

Snackturday Night Live: Googly Eyes

oh ma gah. i'm crying

Snackworm

I had a lot of downtime at work this week!

Here are the books I finished:

Monday March 1


Tuesday March 2


Wednesday March 3


On Thursday March 4 (yestedeh), I tried to finish and read a bit of for good measure and/or recherche for a new play I'm getting inklings on, but there was this party of 30 French dudes that did not want the noodles we sent them so I spent my downtime downing noodles in sauce rather than furthering my Book-a-Day-in-March conquest.

Hey! Also check this out! Sedona Arizona is straight up featured!

Bay Ridge Snack

A journal entry from the train ride home:

The Prince Hotel in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York is on 93rd Street. The streets go up-to-down rather than down-to-up in Brooklyn, so I rightly assumed I was near the water. The Verranzanzos Bridge gleamed and twinkled in the distance. I have a bad habit of grinding my teeth. I'm trying to decide if I should spend money on Ramen or wine. I want to start and finish my Picasso play in four hours because I work best with extreme deadlines. I took pictures for my boss of candlelit tables and a fake Mona Lisa. At the lounge, two guys offered to buy me wine. Fresh Blood in Bay Ridge, I guess it was pretty apparent. I declined and left the lounge only to narrowly escape being hit by a bike only to narrowly escape being hit by a car. Anyway, The Prince Hotel has a flashing sign on the roof, which I've only encountered in horror movies or my idea of horror movies. But it was real. It was festively lined with Alsatian slats. On my way home from Bay Ridge, I finished Nine Stories; "Teddy" might be the best thing I ever read