Within the past year two of my comedy pals have moved to Astoria: Joe Powers and Colin Dempsey.
On occasion these fella's and I enjoy a drink. This is a good thing/dangerous thing, because before they moved close we were known to drink more than our fair share. Now that we're in walking distance from each other, and off the same subway stop, well let's just say our livers may not enjoy us living around each other as much as we do.
About a month ago, Colin and his lady invited me and Joe over to a dinner party. Not wanting to do anything too crazy because I had plans the next day I said yes, thinking - it's just going down the block for some dinner, how crazy could it get?
Well, dinner wasn't too nuts. There were some other non-comics there that made conversation less focused on out-witting each other. A good time for all.
Until I found out about the next part of the dinner party...
"Ok, time for The Beer Garden!"
Wha? I had signed up for dinner, I could not possibly stay out late drinking at the beer garden. I politely declined and said I'd walk out with the group, but really must go home and get some rest.
"Oh come on now, just get one," Colin insisted in his thick Irish accent.
"Fine, just one," I replied.
When we got to the Beer Garden though, I realized I was in for a long night, as Colin handed me a pitcher of beer and said, "I said one, I didn't say what size that one would be."
Hours later and I'm drunk walking through the Burger King drive thru with Joe convincing the guy at the window we have an invisible mini van and need Whopper meals.
Colin's depiction of how my evening ended though is different, and false, but funny none-the-less.
Click here for picture of the three Astorian drunk comics and Colin's Story.
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Day 2, What Time is it?!
10:40 and I've been pluggin' along.
I got a lot done.
I'm exhausted.
Many Thanks to my pal Arthur who actually came all the way out to Astoria (It's really not that far from Manhattan.) and helped me move things, on a broken handcart, in the cold, pouring rain, for about 4 hours.
Time to paint.
While I do that, keep an eye on Jen Hubley's fashion week blog - always a fun read.
I got a lot done.
I'm exhausted.
Many Thanks to my pal Arthur who actually came all the way out to Astoria (It's really not that far from Manhattan.) and helped me move things, on a broken handcart, in the cold, pouring rain, for about 4 hours.
Time to paint.
While I do that, keep an eye on Jen Hubley's fashion week blog - always a fun read.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Move on Down the Road...
Moving is one of the most stressful things that occurs in a person's life.
No matter what you do, how much money you have, it's a change of one of the most important things for a human - shelter.
Because of this, and various other instances of life, I haven't been blogging. Instead I've been walking around on stress level 11.
I have very simple demands on a new apartment: A bath tub, a window in my bedroom, and to stay in the same neighborhood.
Pink and I found a place three blocks down the road that met all of our needs.
Sure, it's a railroad apartment - Emily is going to be walking through my room every morning. BUT - it's got windows, a nice Pink! bathroom with a tub, and - a bonus:
The living room has one wall that is completely covered with mirror panels.
Our reactions to this:
PINK
(with sweet hesitating disgust)
It looks like a 1970's porno in here.
SUE FUNKE
(jumping with excitment)
Dude! It looks like a 70's porno in here!!
Now, I just have to get ready for the three block march of moving lugging crap. This shouldn't be hard for me though. The last time I moved was into my current apartment (obviously) and it was ten blocks down from my old apartment.
I'm just creeping my way through Astoria.
No matter what you do, how much money you have, it's a change of one of the most important things for a human - shelter.
Because of this, and various other instances of life, I haven't been blogging. Instead I've been walking around on stress level 11.
I have very simple demands on a new apartment: A bath tub, a window in my bedroom, and to stay in the same neighborhood.
Pink and I found a place three blocks down the road that met all of our needs.
Sure, it's a railroad apartment - Emily is going to be walking through my room every morning. BUT - it's got windows, a nice Pink! bathroom with a tub, and - a bonus:
The living room has one wall that is completely covered with mirror panels.
Our reactions to this:
PINK
(with sweet hesitating disgust)
It looks like a 1970's porno in here.
SUE FUNKE
(jumping with excitment)
Dude! It looks like a 70's porno in here!!
Now, I just have to get ready for the three block march of moving lugging crap. This shouldn't be hard for me though. The last time I moved was into my current apartment (obviously) and it was ten blocks down from my old apartment.
I'm just creeping my way through Astoria.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Work Out Plan
New roommate Emily's nick name around here is Pink. And as I write this I'm looking at our stockings hanging on the wall. All our names in black, except for Pink's which is written in Pink. She loves the color.
It just makes her over-the-moon happy.
Don't let the nick name fool you, she's one tough cookie.
She's also my partner in crime lately.
Today we went out to buy food and jump ropes. We're both going to be bridesmaids in '08, and we don't wanna be gross in a ton of photos.
We also don't want to give up Mexican food and cookies.
So, we figured jumping rope is fun, and cheap. Why not?
Well, in the Sports Authority we saw all sorts of fun equipment, like the perfect push up tool. It was 30 bucks though, and that's a lot around holiday time so we moved on.
Then we saw a trampoline that was 30 bucks.
We agreed that was totally worth the 15 split.
We walked out of the store:
Me with our reusable green shopping bags.
Pink with a cumbersome box that reads in giant letters TRAMPOLINE.
She walked down Steinway Street in Queens staring every passer by dead in the eye as if to say,
"Heck yeah I got a trampoline and you're jealous."
I know this because she told me that was what she was doing.
I am so excited about the trampoline. It reminds me of my sister.
When Jen lived in Queens she had a trampoline just like ours.
We would jump on it and listen to Abba Gold.
Did I mention I can wait to see my sister for Christmas?
I'm gonna go get the excited energy out by jumping on the springy trampoline.
Many thanks to roommate tom for putting together the trampoline. Shockingly, he was not as excited as we were about it. His response was a monotone "yay." and later on, "it better not scratch the floor."
It just makes her over-the-moon happy.
Don't let the nick name fool you, she's one tough cookie.
She's also my partner in crime lately.
Today we went out to buy food and jump ropes. We're both going to be bridesmaids in '08, and we don't wanna be gross in a ton of photos.
We also don't want to give up Mexican food and cookies.
So, we figured jumping rope is fun, and cheap. Why not?
Well, in the Sports Authority we saw all sorts of fun equipment, like the perfect push up tool. It was 30 bucks though, and that's a lot around holiday time so we moved on.
Then we saw a trampoline that was 30 bucks.
We agreed that was totally worth the 15 split.
We walked out of the store:
Me with our reusable green shopping bags.
Pink with a cumbersome box that reads in giant letters TRAMPOLINE.
She walked down Steinway Street in Queens staring every passer by dead in the eye as if to say,
"Heck yeah I got a trampoline and you're jealous."
I know this because she told me that was what she was doing.
I am so excited about the trampoline. It reminds me of my sister.
When Jen lived in Queens she had a trampoline just like ours.
We would jump on it and listen to Abba Gold.
Did I mention I can wait to see my sister for Christmas?
I'm gonna go get the excited energy out by jumping on the springy trampoline.
Many thanks to roommate tom for putting together the trampoline. Shockingly, he was not as excited as we were about it. His response was a monotone "yay." and later on, "it better not scratch the floor."
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Astoria: The Best Neighborhood Ever
This morning I awoke to pizza boxes and dirty plates
the remains of a very fun Friday night.
I cleaned up the boxes and brought them out front
barefoot, in my pjs, having not looked in a mirror I am not positive-
but I'm pretty sure, my hair was going in 30 different directions.
My neighbor was also throwing out garbage.
A plastic container that might've held muffins
or cupcakes (mmm...cupcakes - btw I went here this week - happiest place EVER.)
She looked upon my messy state and smiled wide.
"Good morning!" I croaked in my first statement of the morning voice.
"Good morning!" She genuinely replied.
We both laughed a little knowing that we were both tired from two very different evenings.
I then went to the new organic market: Natural Market on 46-03 Broadway
This place is awesome. Smoothies, nice seating area, fresh food, and great selection.
I love these little fresh markets.
Maybe it's because my Dad would have as much excitement about taking me to a market
that a normal person would have about a giant, fun, state fair.
But little markets like this make me think of going to Pat's Farms and just spending hours visiting all the different sections of food. Pat's Farms smelled like wet saw dust, raw fish and meats, and old cheese. It was great.
This market smells like oats and fruit, which is much sweeter.
On the way back to my apartment with the giant FOR SALE sign in front of it
I got a little sad.
This neighborhood is so pleasantly mixed.
I saw kids on their scooters racing,
I walked by the community pool where parents sat feeding their soggy kids sandwiches
There was an old man pushing his grandchild with pride I've only seen in pictures
A young couple was holding each other strolling through the park
The bells from the church chimed a sweet melody
and the ice cream truck played it's tune that entices all children with full bellies to run for more
I looked at this neighborhood on it's sunny day and then I went in and sat in my giant living room
and wished there was some way I'd never have to leave here.
But we'll have to.
This giant living room is supposed to be a waiting room.
My roommates bedrooms are offices.
And my room without windows -a storage place.
I took a long walk around and just appreciated having this space.
I hope to stay around this neighborhood.
If you're reading this and you're a hipster though...don't move to Astoria it totally blows.
the remains of a very fun Friday night.
I cleaned up the boxes and brought them out front
barefoot, in my pjs, having not looked in a mirror I am not positive-
but I'm pretty sure, my hair was going in 30 different directions.
My neighbor was also throwing out garbage.
A plastic container that might've held muffins
or cupcakes (mmm...cupcakes - btw I went here this week - happiest place EVER.)
She looked upon my messy state and smiled wide.
"Good morning!" I croaked in my first statement of the morning voice.
"Good morning!" She genuinely replied.
We both laughed a little knowing that we were both tired from two very different evenings.
I then went to the new organic market: Natural Market on 46-03 Broadway
This place is awesome. Smoothies, nice seating area, fresh food, and great selection.
I love these little fresh markets.
Maybe it's because my Dad would have as much excitement about taking me to a market
that a normal person would have about a giant, fun, state fair.
But little markets like this make me think of going to Pat's Farms and just spending hours visiting all the different sections of food. Pat's Farms smelled like wet saw dust, raw fish and meats, and old cheese. It was great.
This market smells like oats and fruit, which is much sweeter.
On the way back to my apartment with the giant FOR SALE sign in front of it
I got a little sad.
This neighborhood is so pleasantly mixed.
I saw kids on their scooters racing,
I walked by the community pool where parents sat feeding their soggy kids sandwiches
There was an old man pushing his grandchild with pride I've only seen in pictures
A young couple was holding each other strolling through the park
The bells from the church chimed a sweet melody
and the ice cream truck played it's tune that entices all children with full bellies to run for more
I looked at this neighborhood on it's sunny day and then I went in and sat in my giant living room
and wished there was some way I'd never have to leave here.
But we'll have to.
This giant living room is supposed to be a waiting room.
My roommates bedrooms are offices.
And my room without windows -a storage place.
I took a long walk around and just appreciated having this space.
I hope to stay around this neighborhood.
If you're reading this and you're a hipster though...don't move to Astoria it totally blows.
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