Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas 2007!

As you may recall from last year, Simon REALLY likes opening presents. He normally charges down the stairs on Christmas morning and starts tearing at them with reckless abandon. It's like watching a small child.

This year, I awoke to a strange noise. I peeked over my bed, to find Simon very quietly tearing at his presents, making as little noise as possible. (No, seriously -- he's that smart). Upon hearing my sharp "Hey!" he immediately jumped back, well aware that he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing, and walked over to be lifted onto the bed.

Once we got downstairs, he waited for the go-ahead and got down to business:



After opening each toy, he pranced it around in front of everyone, making sure we all were sufficiently jealous of all of his new things.

He basked in the sunlight a little with some...


Before posing in front of the tree with others...


And making sure we saw the last few...




Best of all, he got to enjoy everything without having to suffer the indignity that he'd suffered a few days before...


I'd say it was a very merry Christmas for everyone!!

And Nigel thinks so too!!


Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!

Monday, December 10, 2007

A Moment on the Lips, A Lifetime on the Hips...

And so it begins again!





First we had "Operation Bikini in Spain". The new version is "Operation Bikini in General".

It's gonna be fun holiday.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Changes are Afoot...

In this, the weekend of the blog, I've decided to make a few long overdue adjustments to Marnie's World.

For starters, I've actually posted, which makes a change. :-)

I also decided to do away with the "Best of Marnie's World" section. I hadn't even updated in over two years (and more importantly, couldn't be bothered to) so it wasn't really a fair representation of what this site has to offer.

(Haha... I don't know either)

Anyway, in place of the "Best Of" I decided to put in a "Categories section", where you can narrow down the posts to find what you might be looking for. Sort of like Perez's "Icky Icky Poo" or "Gay Gay Gay" sections, only, you know... not.

In other words, if you're just here to see Simon, you don't have to wade through all my shit talk on Paris and the bunch, or my various travels near and far. This post, for example, will fall under the "Random Ramblings" category. Do you see what I've done there? :-)

As we've found in the past, most of you are usually just looking for weird or perverted stuff anyway, so it probably makes very little difference, but whatevs. It's the thought that counts.

See? I really do care.

Not With a 10 Foot Pole



Someone needs to lay off the collagen, STAT.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Simon in the City

In my last post, I mentioned how once, during my various trips to New York, I brought Simon along for the ride. This, of course, was like two months ago, but I've since decided that the pictures are just too cute not to share.

He spent most of the weekend spooning Matt and ignoring me, or watching us paint Matt's living room, but on Sunday I decided to treat him to some fun at the Tompkin's Square Park Dog Run, home of the beloved Dog Halloween Parade, and favourite haunt of Cityrag's Buddy.

After we left Matt's, we drove into Manhattan and the fun truly began.

When we first arrived at the park, Simon was a little tentative.


For a while he just sat on my lap and watched from the sidelines.


He also took a moment to check out what was going on in the "Big Dog" area.


And to see what fellow Jack Russel, Nina, was up to.


Soon he got the courage to venture out.


He was very tentative at first, even heading for the exit at one point.


Soon, he was heading back to me and my lap.


First, he sat with Nina for a second, still checking things out.


Then it was, "Okay, I'm over this. Pick me up."


Also leary of the crowds was Toby, yet another Jack Russel.

At first, when Simon looked at him, Toby glanced over, baring his teeth. His owner quickly scolded him, and he stopped.


Soon, he and Simon were moving closer together. They quickly became buddies.

Getting friendly with Toby seemed to loosen Simon up a little, and he headed back out into the fray.


Mostly for some sniffin'.


And more sniffin'.


They double-teamed this poor dog.


"Did you smell that?" "I know, right?"


Soon both Simon and Toby were ready to hit the benches again.


Clearly, Simon was getting tired.

My meter was running out anyway, so we headed out. Simon was totally enjoying the sights (and smells) of the Big Apple. His particularly ridiculous "Roary the Lion" doggy booster seat helped out immensely.








"This is amazing."


"Is that a bodega?"




Of course he also had to see what was happening on my side.


Then he started remembering that he was tired.








A busy day soon catches up with him.



And by the time we hit the Turnpike...


This was it, the whole way home!


Zzzzzzzz...

Friday, December 07, 2007

No Rest For the Weary, the Wicked, or Me.

2007 has been a really incredible year for me.

The words "hectic" and "busy," while appropriate, are both severe understatements of what this year has been like. I think the amount of blogs that I've posted in comparison to previous years is a real testament to that. I've never had so little time to just sit and do nothing -- something that my life was absolutely wrought with in the past.

Back in January I found out that my 8 year dream of moving to England was finally a real possibility, thanks to some revisions in one of the immigration schemes. So now here I had something long-term to look forward to, rather than dealing with the sickening day to day reality that my life was never truly going to be what I wanted it to be. What an amazing feeling that was.

In the short term, I had my trip to Spain ahead of me, which forced me to become a fitness fiend, watching what I ate, and working out an average of 6-8 times a week. "New Marnie in '07" and all that. I managed to get down to 117 lbs. and the bikini thing worked out pretty well. (Cut to December, where it's a slightly different case, but that's for a whole other entry).

In the interim, there were other concerts to be seen (yay Lily) and more fun to be had, (and unfortunately, work to be done) but in general the first few months of the year were relatively calm. Things started to really pick up after about April.

Before the Spain trip, there was, of course, the ridiculously amazing Tour de Keane, a trip which could not have gone any better, short of the words "Tom, do you take Marnie to be your lawfully wedded wife...". And well, what with moving to England and all, there's plenty of time for that later. ;-) That was the first point where my blogging really took a hit, and I never really regained my footing after that. It was also when emails started to sit in my inbox for weeks and even months before they got answered. And for once, it wasn't because I'm lazy!

After my Spain/England vay-cay was over, and I'd announced my plans to my friends, the rest of the year had the potential to be really anti-climactic. Instead, the real whirlwind began and, quite honestly, hasn't settled down since. I have quite literally run myself ragged and abused my body for 17 straight weeks.

As soon as I got back, Kat and I went to see Muse in concert at Madison Square Garden, which led to us hanging out the following few weekends, ultimately ending up at the Rufus Wainwright concert in August. That, of course, is where I met Matt.

Since then, I don't think I can even begin to get into the weekends I've had, other than to say I certainly wouldn't have had time to blog about them all, nor would I have been able to do them justice. I've been in New York almost every single weekend for one reason or another (usually the reason involves filling myself with booze of some kind) and if not, then I've been up in the middle of the week. SO many freaking concerts, Fashion sample sales, house parties, a long weekend in Atlantic City,"Girls Nights Out", general random drunkenness , and let's not even start on Halloween! I've been to more gay bars than I can count, and I've all but dissolved my liver. It's been pretty ludicrous actually.

Do you need examples? Well okay then. I should have posted these a long time ago anyway...

















































Mmm hmm. And there are more where that came from, most of them a lot less postable. And those are just the weekends we took pictures.

Oh yeah, and for good measure, I met Jim Gaffigan again.



You'd think I'd have been totes over it a long time ago, but really, Thanksgiving weekend was the first weekend that I really thought, "Okay. You need to stop." On that Friday, I wanted nothing more than to be sitting on my couch at home, watching movies and eating junk, (probably unshowered). Instead, by Saturday I was drunk, dancing to "All I Want For Christmas" at the Ritz, watching Valdez make a fool out of himself. (Okay, that was totally fun and I didn't want to be home then). But you know what I mean. I was tired.























Due to unfortunate scheduling, Matt and I had a big weekend in Philly planned, so last weekend was not to be a restful one either. The general debauchery of Friday could have been done at any time, of course, but the MIA concert on Saturday was locked in, so what the hell. Might as well make it a full 48 hours. Admittedly, we both spent the majority of the week prior dreading it, but it actually turned out pretty great. Friday was fun (and cheap!), the concert was amazing, and our hotel room was sweet. My wallet and I could have done without all the shopping we did, but there are worse things in life. At the very least, I didn't have to make the drive up to New York, right?







So anyway, that brings us to this weekend. For the last 5 days, I've been practically salivating at the thought of coming home and passing out on the couch, watching Judge Judy and not moving for the next 48 hours. So tonight came, and I did just that. I watched Judge Judy, then Project Runway, then passed out for a bit more, woke up and watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose, whilst stuffing myself with peanut butter crackers. It was exactly everything I was hoping for.

So then why am I about to kill myself from boredom?

Seriously, it's 10:19 and I want to get dressed and go out. Alcohol doesn't necessarily have to be involved, but I'm totes craving human contact. I'm half tempted to go to Uncles tomorrow night by my damn self. (Jay, call me!).

Next weekend I'm supposed to get together with Michelle and the girls and I'm already counting the days. Saturday I want to go see my boy Robert do stand-up (whom, by the way, will totes be getting a plug on here when I'm feeling witty enough to make it as good as he deserves it to be) because a $5 cover and awesome drink specials are just too good to pass up. Plus, I want to rock some of the new shit I bought last weekend. :-)

What, is that not reason enough?

So anyway, I'm not really sure what the idea of this post is, other than to catch up on the blog that I've been so disgracefully neglecting as of late. Realistically, it's probably going to be relatively neglected for the remainder of the year as well, now that the "New Marnie in '07" is no longer the type to sit around doing nothing, which was formerly my very favourite thing. It's like I've developed ADD or something. Whatevs. At least I'm making the most of my time left here. If this weekend has taught me anything, it's that it's going to be the last of it's kind of a long, long while.

I'd like to apologise to my liver in advance.