The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

2 Themed Pub Crawls (One Down)

In case it’s not obvious … this was an Ugly Sweater pub crawl. Rainbow Speak and I have an email list at work that we send information to whenever we try and get a group to do something. (We encourage anyone to spread info about events, but we are software engineers and the anomaly. That is, most of our co-workers say “ehh, no thanks” when it comes to doing … pretty much anything. Phew. Rant now over.)

Anywho. We contacted our co-workers and we got a group of 7 of us to go out looking like idiots! The manager of the place where we ate came up and thanked us for choosing his place, enjoyed our sweaters, and gave us 15% off! Whoo!

Now for the sweater by itself in all its glory …

My friends decided it looked like an old school Nintendo game, where the golfers get points for popping the hot air balloons with well-aimed shots.

Evening Museum Event

There were carolers! Eat your seasonal heart out.

This event was … ah forget it I’ll just use the site’s description.

Tour the holiday-themed Yuletide display on the first floor of the house, with docents on hand to give insight to the period décor. Outside, relax with a cup of hot cider while you enjoy music and holiday cheer.

Basically you walk around a jumbo house and see rooms decorated like they would be different years through history (at the least they had 1950s, 1790s, 1770s … others too).

It was a fun event. There were mascots too.

Rainbow Speak and I attended this, and we had an awkward exchange with the gingerbread man.

Gingerbread Man: Ohh, you’re tall!

Me: …Yep.

GM: It must’ve been an awfully big oven to make you!!

Me: …

Rainbow Speak: He was so big he needed two ovens!

Me: …

First, the Gingerbread Man gives the weirdest yo mama so fat joke. THEN, Rainbow Speak implies that I have lesbian moms. Needless to say, this was my favorite part of the night.

One more picture? Ok, we’ll go out with a bang …

Check the master list here.

Montauk, New York

My Zombie Roomy (12/15/11)

Here’s an assumption I feel comfortable making – zombies don’t buy people Christmas gifts. Heck, I’d even assume zombies don’t buy other zombies Christmas gifts. It just doesn’t jive.

You’re with me on this assumption, right? Of course.

But then …

But then I come in my apartment, I go to wash laundry, and like my mom the whole month of December the Zombie quickly slammed the door, grabbed a bag, held it like it was a prized possession, gave me a dirty look and sprinted from the room.

Only with mom I always thought, “Christmas gift!,” I never thought, “Christmas gift! … Or dead body parts … Hmm.”

Either way I guess I’ll get the Zombie something. Any ideas on what? I’m going to keep thinking, maybe check out the mall this weekend. If nothing else I may just give the Zombie my permission to go eat a few bratty kids at the mall. (Tis the season?)