The face of defeat

I can't talk about it because it hurts my heart too much. All I can do is share my sad face of defeat.

At least new Louis C.K. standup was on after to help me bounce back from this dark time.

FROZEN FOUR!!

Tonight's the big night!

QU vs. St. Cloud at 8:00 PM!!!

Feel free to cheer on the Bobcats. It's in your best interest as they are ranked No. 1 and they're also Meesh's pride and joy!

So you think you're crafty

The residents of Club Belmont are basically Boston's very own Martha Stewarts.

Exhibit A: We make a mean homemade chalkboard.

 

What's that you say? We're three years late to the chalkboard paint party? Well we bet you didn't think to top it with a Red Sox Santa hat now did ya! Count that for being ahead of the curve.

It's a Day of Celebrations

Today's a big day of celebration for friends of CB:

To Elise the Beast:  Happiest of birthdays frand!! One year older, one year wiser ye olde bitch!

To former Club Belmonter C-Money:  Happy Stroke-aversary!! We're not happy you had a stroke but we're always happy to share in the treats your mom sends to celebrate the day. Whoopie pies for breakfast all. week. long.

To the rest of you fine people:  Happy Wednesday. (It could be worse, right?)

Spring In My Step

Spring is here!  I dont care if New England threw a 35 degree curve ball this morning.  I've retired my winter coats until next year and have asked Meesh to dust off the ol BBall.  Spring means the snow has melted off the public courts and I'm ready to resume as the Judge, Juror, and Executioner.

 
Every spring I hit the concrete parquet to work on my broke jumper and invite the local joeys to a few BLOCK parties. 
Not even a spring time shoulder surgery in '09 could keep me from ringing in the season w/ deep threes. 
I was spotted working on my lefthanded layups while my right arm was in a sling, I was told it was the most depressing/least motivating image that persons ever seen.


I thought it might be fun to challenge the fellow CBers to a 3v3 game but before doing so wanted to write down my scouting predictions and each member's seed in a draft of 6. 

Elise the Beast- Easy E is definitely the reckless hooper of the group.  She only plays at one speed because she's never had time to learn a jump stop.  Some people would attribute her drive on the court to great tenacity while others call her reckless.  I heard that she fouled out of 50 % of the games she played last year...4th overall pick

KRo- Not sure what to expect from Ro.  If theres one thing I would guarantee she brings to the court it would be a full arsenal of character breaking smack talk.  This girl will most definitely bring tears to M's eyes by the end of the first quarter.  As a result I wont even care that her outside game is broke...2nd overall pick 

M- I had the advantage of playing hoops w/ this joker last Spring.  He brings quick feet and hands to the courts so you can consider him an asset on D.  Offensively he is at best an aweful dribbler.  He also likes to live on the perimeter and heave rain makers towards the peach basket...3rd overall pick

Meesh - All I need to know about Meesh' game is that she listens to Eminem when shes angry.  In other words, shes "that guy."  The absolute hack at your gym who's always reffin the game and calling their own fouls.  She'll shoot 25 free throws in a pick up game while knocking down 5.  White CBS announcers would call her "crafty."...5th overall pick

Z- Z's bringing the eastern european game to the table.  You know what that means...she's a flopper.  Gotta be careful when you're driving to the bucket against her.  While floppers can make big plays in organized games, I aint got time for it on the streets....6th overall pick

-McQ

(PS: I'm going ahead and being modest here ranking myself as the #1 overall pick.  No one in the house has the strength or footspeed to stop me from rebounding my own missed layups as many times as I want.)

Crickets

Woah have we been a quiet group lately. I'm gonna go ahead and blame work on my blogosphere silence as I'm a very important business woman...

Anyways, I thought about trying to write a clever April Fools post here but I feel like those usually fall flat and I don't need a crash and burn this early on a Monday. Plus I'm not a huge fan of the day as it is. I can be pretty gullible and this day makes me a bit paranoid that everyone's trying to get me. (Don't worry, it's one of the many things I'll bring up in later therapy sessions.)

So I'll leave you with this good news:

It's Red Sox opening day!!

 

Happy baseball season to all!


Images via @RedSox

Democracy

Despite what McQ may think, we live in a democracy here at Club Belmont.

This is how decisions are made, for example staying on as an all star CB resident:

We're such good communicators.

Courtship Thursday

It's another Courtship Thursday you guys!! Hold your applause.

This week we thought we'd share a couple personal stories.

Meesh
Sometimes I get irrationally angry. For example: the time a late March snowstorm delayed the beaus flight. New England weather can be a heartless bitch sometimes and doesn't take into account that you may have had plans or that you'd even spent time straightening your hair.

You may ask, how should one cope with such a situation? Well let wise old Meeshy tell you. You sulk in your room watching a Game of Thrones marathon. It's similar to my Eminem Pandora station technique where you just feed your anger with other angry things. In this case you use medieval beheadings instead of rap. Feelings = handled.

Note: If you're not into Game of Thrones the popular TV series Criminal Minds can also be used.


McQ
Another tough part about relationships is time management.  #AMIRIGHT?
Say you've had a super busy week and its looking like your weekend is not being too flexible with your sig other's schedule.  The two of you want to get together during that window of availability Saturday morning, say 9am-10:30am.  What do you do?  You try to squeeze in a cute lil brunch at that place you always talk about! 

Shitty thing is, everybody and their Ma had the same idea as you, so you have to put your name on a 45 min wait list.  No worries though, a 45 min wait leaves you with plenty of time to crush a cup o joe and slam a couple stacks of buttermilk cakes.  But wait a tic, that 45 minutes has quickly turned into a 70 minute wait...My genius brunch plans have backfired, or have they? 

Turns out McDonalds serves breakfast until 10:30am and they have the cutest booths with highway views.

Oh, and I picked up the tab because I'm a gentleman.




And that's how it's done ladies and gentlemen. If you have any dating questions for us please feel free to ask via our email address you'll find to the right. You're welcome.

Since we are bragging this week...

Colleges Where Students are Hot and Smart

#7 Baby!

I can only assume that this must mean that I am both the most attractive and intelligent male member of Club Belmont (suck it McQ!). 

So y'all go ahead and keep bragging about how great your athletics are (D3... adorable), cause I've got brains and sex appeal, and that's all I need. 

-M

PS - Just for the record, my Raiders split the season series with Quinnipiac in hockey.

Hip.

I don't know if this the the proper way to share a blog but I just wanted to let everyone know that Club Belmont is located in the "Hippest City in America."

http://carrierussellbooks.wordpress.com/2013/03/15/new-study-names-hippest-city-in-america/

KRo

Food for Thought

Meesh' last post didnt motivate me.  In fact, I hated it.  

You see, my alma matter is currently ranked #1 in the nation as well (D3 hoops) but you dont see me going around posting pictures like a crazed groupie do you?  Act like you've been there before for goodness sake.  

Anyways, the real reason I logged in today was to share an incredible feat with our readers.  A couple months ago I received an email from a friend of mine.  I've pasted the facts below and hope it inspires you to do something above and beyond today.

(Disclaimer: Club Belmont does not condone the events described in detail below, If you are easily offended then please stick to M's posts)

 I just witnessed one of the most incredible events ever.  Robert (name changed for privacy) did it.  He successfully consumed 4 Chipotle burritos in one sitting.

Burrito #1 - Rice, Pinto Beans, Barbacoa, Corn, Sour Cream, Cheese (Time to eat: 2min 30sec)

Burrito #2 - Rice, Black Beans, Carnitas, Mild Tomato, Corn, Sour Cream, Cheese (Time to eat: 3min)

Burrito #3 - Rice, Pinto Beans, Chicken, Corn, Medium Green Salsa, Sour Cream, Cheese (Time to eat: 6min 30 sec)

Burrito #4 - Rice, Black Beans, Steak, Mild Tomato, Corn, Sour Cream, Cheese Lettuce (Time to eat: 17min)

Total Calories = approximately 4200

He started off very strong.  He would tear off the extra tortilla from each burrito and make a pile for the end.  He absolutely crushed the first two with no problem at all.  The third was a bit slower, but he actually made it through really well.  The 4th was by far his biggest challenge.  It was absolutely incredible.  He managed to get through the entire burrito, so he was just left with bits of the tortilla.  He got a glass of water and would dunk the tortilla before each bite. 

He successfully finished everything, it was insane.  I don't think I would believe it unless I was there.

Gross Right? 

In case the incredible nature of the events outlined above havent sunk in I went ahead and responded with the following...

I know the feat stands on its own but just for the sake of curiosity I had to crunch some numbers.

According to Chipotle's website and the information passed on, Robert consumed the approximate nutritional values:

Calories - 3800

Fat (g) - 114

Sodium (mg) - 7340

Carbs (g) - 281

Calcium (Daily %) - 120

protein (g) - 189

An average male aged 25-50 is recommended to eat the following nutritional values daily

Calories - 2200

Fat (g) - 65

Sodium (mg) - 2400

Carbs (g) - 300

protein (g) - 50

To give you an idea of how much sodium, protein, and fat Robert actually consumed I have provided the following comparisons.  As pathetic as it may sound I did check these numbers and will attest that they are scientifically correct.

7340 (mg) of sodium = 5.75 bags of Cape Cod Potato Chips.

1/2 cup of soy sauce = 7 cups of peanut butter

189 grams of protein = 24oz sirloin steak or 1260 cups of semen

114 grams of fat = 57 slices of bacon or 2 1/2 lbs chuck beef

Cheers!
-McQ

I don't want to brag but...

We're number 1!!

Not Club Belmont specifically but Meeshy's alma mater Quinnipiac. We're the number one men's hockey team! Boom shacka lacka.

Finally people don't say "What's that?" or "Oh, they do those polls" anymore after I tell them where I went to college because we're kind of a big deal.

Bobcat pride!

PS - Yes it's snowing again but I opted out of giving it the honor of a post because tomorrow's spring and if I ignore it I'm pretty sure it'll go away. Winter is sucking my soul.


Photo Credit: TD Bank Sports Center, QU vs. Brown

Who wants to go to Fiji?

Top o' the morning to you! 

Hope everyone had a fun and crazy St. Paddy's Day! I spent Saturday at a bachelorette for one of my nearest and dearest so most of actual St. Paddy's Day was spent lounging in recovery but you can't go wrong with dancing, laser tag, and too much champagne.

Sadly that means it's Monday again and there's another "snow storm" brewing for this evening (I use quotations because I don't believe a word out of the weather man's mouth anymore until he starts predicting warm weather for me - Pete Bouchard I'm looking at you). Cool guys, can't wait.

Soooo I decided to plan an imaginary trip - maybe 30th birthday trip if I start saving now - to gorgeous Tavarua in Fiji. One of my favorite lady bloggers is currently there and I've been obsessing over her pictures all week. It's gotten to the point where it's essential that I get myself there.

And what better Monday pick me up than planning a trip to Fiji in your head? At least the pictures are gorgeous and fun to look at.

Who wants to go to Tavarua with me??

- Meesh

 

 Photo Credit: http://www.tavarua.com/

Courtship Thursday

Who would have better insight in the world of dating than six unengaged roommates in their mid to late 20s? I think it's fair to say we're savvy vets of the dating world and it's about time we pass on our knowledge.

Why are we gifting you with our knowledge?  Simply put, we're writing this because we believe in the good guys like Hitch and want to give you the tools like Enterprise.

Thursdays tend to be a big reader day for CB so we wanted to give you something to look forward to. 

What to expect from our weekly dating ditties...

Weekly Glossary:

• DFMs - Dance Floor Makeout 
• DTRs - Define the Relationship 
• 143 - The infamous "I Love You" (143 is the number of letters in each word, didn't you go to middle school?)

Real Life Highlight Reel (this section will not only outline actual dating opinions by house members, we'll also cover some of our near and dear dating stories):

Now everyone knows it's important to define the relationship early on which is exactly why I chose to have a tequila induced conversation 6 months in. Handled it.

KRo's Three Words of Wisdom: Don't. Do. It. Just do DFMs all day everyday. Be drunk all the time. Just walk up to someone and ask them if they want to get married. If they say yes, make out. If they say no, walk away. Find somebody else.

Question: Would you want to have a 3 mile walk of shame from your significant others? Answer: Who doesn't.


If our optimism in dating doesnt inspire you theres always Thirsty Thursday!

Cheers

Pick Me Up

Elise the Beast and I have been having a less than stellar couple of days at our place of business and since we can't find a place that will let us just lie in a pile of puppies we have decided to combat our rage with videos of Corgis. Duh.

Enjoy friends.

 

 

- Meesh

Peer Pressured by Yoga

Why do Yoga folks insist on recruiting EVERYONE?
I recognize yoga is a heck of a workout.  What I dont understand is why I have to have the following conversation every week... 

Master of yoga arts: "I've got Yoga tonight.  You ever tried it?"
Me: "Yea I gave that hot yoga a try once in college.  Though I have to admit I hated it.  Dont think its for me."
Master of yoga arts: "No man its great.  You should try it."

Here's the thing....

I HAVE TRIED IT!  I HATE IT!  YET NONE OF THESE JAMOOKS GET MY DRIFT!
 
Honestly, this conversation never happens with people who exercise by way of running, biking, swimming, rowing, playing raquet ball, or chucking around a dumbell.  NEVER.

Moral of the story.  Yoga's a great work out, so is jogging.  You ever try it bra?

-McQ

Where are all my people?

Apparently this week is vacation week for my people and no one told me about the bandwagon.

I like vacation too you guys.

Anyways...now that three of my main people are out gallivanting around the world (Cuba, Israel, and the Caribbean - they don't know what they're missing in 50 degree Boston this week ) my roomies are going to have the pleasure of seeing my stupid face a whole lot more this week (probably in a lot of lounge wear).

Who wants to play???

There's going to be a lot of this troll like creature all up in CBs living room business this week. You're welcome team Belmont.

#BitchesAndSnowBeCray

I did not grow up around here. I have no idea how to act when I am expected to go to work when there are four inches of snow on the ground and I am pretty sure that the wind classifies this “winter storm” as a blizzard.

Anyway, last night, because of my inability to parallel park (I am not only a woman but I also grew up in corn fields and foresaw no need in my life to learn to), I parked Adeline the Adventure Mobil on the main thoroughfare of Somerville. I decided that, before she was completely buried, I should move her onto our side street.

It only took me 10 minutes of numbing cold to get the seemly feet of snow off of her body (only to find my already smashed mirror completely turned the wrong way) and then I drove her away. It was magical at first, her all-wheel drive caressing the snowy roads. I turned up the street and things were going well. I skidded a little at the top of the hill and then turned to go down our one way street. Note: this street is at the top of the hill. I started down the hill.

A little skidding. Undercontroll. No, wait. A LOT OF SKIDDING. A PHONE POLE. I HAVE NO CONTROL OF THIS CAR. I’M MOVING BACK TO THE COUNTRY. ADELINEEEEE. E-BREAK? PUMP THE BREAK? STEER INTO IT? NO IDEA! TRY TO PULL INTO A DRIVE WAY. SKID SIDEWAYS. MISS PHONE POLE. Pull to the side. Put on e-break. Get out. Lock door. Leave car at the TOP of the hill.

Can someone please teach me how to A. parallel park and B. Drive in the snow?

KRo

The reality of HBO’s Girls

Back in college, I used to start my Thursday nights in front of a glorious window of comedy.  The big screen would display NBC’s hilarity while my buddies and I dropped giggles in-between refreshing sips of Keystone Light.  After the last Baldwin joke on 30 Rock we’d saddle up and head to Tiffany’s Sports Lounge (St. Paul Minnesota’s official Kansas Jayhawk bar) to troll for DFM’s.  Now that I’m a “mature,” “functioning,” and “contributing member of society” I thought it best to weed out those DFM’s.  However, I wasn’t as quick to rule those nights droppin’ giggles on the couch w/ my newly sponsored beverage, Bud Light Lime. 

Last night the basement dwellers of CB were home, which meant I had to share the remote.  Luckily for me the gals hadn’t seen the latest episodes of HBO’s Girls and Fox’s New Girl. 

(Side note: College McQ would’ve certainly punched Club Belmont McQ in the doinker for writing that last sentence.)   

So we pulled up On Demand and had ourselves a night of comedy.  All in all pretty uneventful and unbloggable, however there was a scene in Girls that inspired an incredibly compromising conversation that I knew had to be posted. 

You see, there was a scene in which 30 year old creeper/deadbeat Ray tried to inspire Marnie, the spoiled young and attractive maneater.  Both characters were down in the dumps thanks in part to their realities so Ray tried cheering Marnie up by asking her what she wanted to do in life.  He said he was going to count to 3 and then he wanted her to yell it out. 

On the count of three Marnie yelled “I WANNA SING!”

Cue my idea machine. 

McQ: Hey Meesh, on the count of 3 I want you to yell out what you want to do in life. 1……2……3!

Meesh: I WANNA MARRY INTO MONEY!!

#BitchesCantBeTrusted

-McQ

Let it snow.

Another Friday snow storm? Sure. Why not? I grew up around here. A little snow doesn't bother me. I fucking love shoveling! Blah, blah, blah...

Ok, ok. You caught me. I'll admit it: I could use a little warm weather. Some sunlight would do wonders for my mood. Right now, my idea of a perfect day involves me day drinking on our roof deck, playing some cornhole, and bumming around in obnoxious pastel colored shorts and a pair of Sperrys.

Alas, we've got at least another month (or more) of unpredictable New England weather to look forward to. That's alright, though. The inhabitants of Club Belmont are a resilient bunch. And, on the plus side, day drinking is an activity you can enjoy indoors or outdoors. 

Happy Friday, you guys.

-M

Wicked Single...*sigh*

I'm embarrassed for Boston. But if we're being honest I'm also a little jealous...where's Club Belmont's reality show deal people??

The offers should be rolling in any day now.

Bikini Season

Growing up in a house full of guys I never realized the havoc Spring wreaks on women.  You see, my meat head friends and I always associated Spring with good things like Baseball, Barbeques, and if we were lucky the Skirt Home Opener. (That really warm day randomly forecasted in late March/early April where girls bust out their mini's)
Spring has always been a happy time of year for me so you'll have to excuse my ignorance when I heard about the horrors the season brings to the opposite sex.  Little did I know that Spring meant Bikini Season was looming like an Asteroid the size of Texas.  Which, apparantly, is a bad thing?

Luckily for you, our doomed reader, I learned some insights last night on how you can combat this impending season. 

• Start a new training regiment

The girls threw around the idea of hot yoga because they heard you only had to go once and you could lose 5 lbs!!  Granted, this only works if you fully commit and dehydrate yourself to the point of passing out.
They also discussed the possibilities of joining a club wrestling team.  "We'd have such great bodies the guys would just ignore our cauliflower ears."

• Consider a Crash Diet

Everyone knows if you want to lose weight you have to change your eating habits.  Portion control is key.  If you're hungry because that domino sized block of cheese you had for breakfast isnt holding you over then drink a glass of water!  If you're still hungry squeeze a lemon in that glass of water and shut the hell up. 
Another fun trick I learned last night was if you drench your dinner in hot sauce you'll be less likely to eat that entire avocado...

• MOTIVATION

This last point is simple.  Think of the one reason why youre looking to drop those lb's and encorporate it into your everyday life.  If you really want to get to the root cause then you should be completely honest with yourself.  For example, if your boyfriend owns a shirt that says "No Fat Chicks" and that makes you nervous then I suggest you print that off and paste it to your cubicle wall. 


Happy Bikini Season,

McQ

No Fat Chicks

Last night we had a bout of the 11 PM crazies that resulted in a "fitness" chat.

How do we define fitness? By weird eating habits dreamt up in our minds or found on the pages of Shape magazine and random workout routines (apparently going to hot yoga once isn't a new workout regimen).

Elise the Beast and Meesh have entered into an agreement with McQ: We will track our food intake for one day and then have him try out our "diet" and he will run a bootcamp for us at the park across the street.

Favorite Quotes:

• Stevey* has a shirt that says "No Fat Chicks" and it makes me nervous...
• Lil John* has taken to grabbing my chin fat and neck exercises aren't fixing it!
• I bought a new bikini but then I had a panic attack so for lunch I ate tomatoes, baby carrots (because they make me feel like a giant), some avocado, and a domino-sized piece of cheese.
• I went on an 8 mile run today but then I came home and had half a tub of ice cream...I put fresh berries in it though.

* Names changed to protect the identities of those we talk about when we're overtired during Tuesday night chats

Be Social... or Get Fish in your Keyboard.

After a lonely late lunch alone yesterday in the break room, I decided that I would plow through lunch today at my desk. The meal: a piece of salmon atop a bed of mixed greens and walnuts. So delish despite it being a leftover from a bridal shower. So the story goes like this:
 
I'm sitting here, listening to some smooth jams on Pandora, eating my fish friend and BAM, he falls off of my shoddy plastic fork that I stole off of my absent co-workers desk. I thought it just fell onto my desk so I obviously picked it up and ate it. Much to my dismay, I looked down again and realized that it was ON MY KEY BOARD. dundundun. I carefully picked it off so as to not let it drop between the keys. It did. There was fish ALL up in my keyboard. After some gentle shaking and prodding, I had resigned myself to the fact that my desk would smell like a rotting sea creature for the remainder of my tenure at my undisclosed work location... UNTIL- enter Meesh. Her brilliant suggestion of using a paperclip "Operation" style to get the little guy out WORKED.
 
Salmon be gone.
 
From now on, I will only eat my lunch in a designated food location so to avoid future travesties such as this. Thank you to my fellow Club Belmont livers for your support and guidance in this trying time.

Inothernews: I learned how to take a picture of my screen and I thought you would all like to know where my priorities lie:

Until next time. KRo.

Miserable Mondays

It's Monday and I am none too pleased. Therefore I should probably just list some the weird things going on in my little corner of the world, eh?


- Found out a unique person I have to interact with on a daily basis is a brony - aka writes My Little Pony fan fiction...yup that's a thing.


- Closing a tab at the bar while shoving as many french fries as I can into my mouth before I have to leave when a pack of men sneak up behind me... 

Pack of Men: "Excuse me, if you were into Asian men would you find this one attractive?"

Meesh Too Awkward to Function Alone At the Bar: "Ummm sure he's great, want some fries? -  Starting to look around panicked, where's my goddamn boyfriend?!?!" (sharing is caring, right kids?)


- Went to Improv Asylum with the beau (amazing show, everyone should go - that's an order) and while plotting our next move after the show this happened:

I'm bringing duckface back y'all! We're the most attractive after buckets of beer.


Happy Monday!

Desktop Backgrounds

I think we can all agree that desktop backgrounds on work computers are a very important indicator of who you are as a person.  There are few opportunities to express yourself as an individual in a corporate environment so its important to take your desktop background seriously.  Just remember these 5 tips when it comes time to picking your background identity!

1. Is it "HR appropriate?" (this is only for those who have the misfortune of having to connect their comps to projectors)
2. Keep the seasonal pics in season! (Only exception is for those who are experiencing seasonal depression, nothin wrong w/ a January palm tree.)
3. Blue screen backgrounds, aka no backgrounds, are for squares. (seriously, this is the biggest do gooder thing i've ever seen and when I have my own business it will be grounds for dismissal.)
4. If there are people in it, you cant be one of them (Numbers dont lie on this one.  9 out of 10 screens that contain the owner in the background are Jabronis)
5. Brown Nose Material is for the birds.  (Lets be honest, no one has ever been promoted for the article they chose to save as their desktop background.)

Now I realize I wouldnt be much of a blogger if I didnt show you whats gracing the background of my screens, so here ya go toots!

-McQ

Goats

My boss is sitting at the cubicle next to mine. He suggested watching "Goats Yelling Like People" on YouTube. We then spent 10 minutes watching videos about goats.

The best one? This one:

 

K

Master Chef Meesh

I've been low on inspiration and posts this week because work is currently sucking my soul right out of me.

So with that said I'm gonna go ahead and brag about how I was a master chef over the weekend (with some a lot of guidance from the beau) because my brain hurts too much to think of anything more clever to write.

And we didn't make just any lame chicken dinner. No no kids. We made OSTRICH wellington with a pâté appetizer and apple puff pastry treats for dessert. Boom! That just happened.

Looks like it may be time for Meesh to make a career move. Culinary school can't be that hard, right?

- Meesh

Regret

This came from a one dollar bag of "hard cider" that was pawned off to me once everyone else decided it was too disgusting.

Pretty much sums up my day and now all I'm filled with is regret.

I said good day.

- Meesh

Cardi Style

"It doesnt matter if you win or lose, all that matters is how good you look." -David Lee Roth

Fine words really, and thanks to a slow work week I've taken them to heart. 
You see its only Wednesday and I can not wait for the weekend.  I was in a bummer of a mood the last two work days and decided I needed to shake things up.

Cue the cardigan. 

This sucker ranks atop the leisure wear charts.  Carlton Banks would gladly trade his social status for an afternoon in this button up beauty.  Its basically an overdose of preppy swag.  I havent been able to stop listening to my "Gym" playlist.  I'm just too jacked up to be in the presense of such a fine whale bone print.
Whats that you say?  Brother Ali's "Self Taught" isnt work appropriate tunage?  "Fuck you this shit is amazing"

-McQ

Things that happened to me today:

 

• A man with obvious drug problems fell in love with me on the street and made it known to the world.
 
• I have proved that bright pink flats are a great conversation starter while you are in the elevator. I am pretty sure that people think you are much more personable when you are wearing a pair.
 
• I decided to get a weave. I talked to a co-worker and she suggested this one: http://www.esthersonline.com/retailer/articles/ret_articles.asp?storeID=V75NDS05JGPQ8LNAWRS1S2QWV759DGG9&MenuID=1450
 
• I ate an entire container of hummus.

K

 

Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?

It's recently come to light at Club Belmont that I lean on music when I'm down and out.

Though some were surprised to hear that my "angry with the world" musical choice was my Eminem Pandora station instead of perhaps the Tay Swift jams most might expect from 5'2" Meeshy.

I'm just saying, don't knock it till you try it. Who wants to hear all those love songs on the radio when you just want to express your inner slim shady? "Dr. Dre said...nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead he's locked in my basement!"

That being said, I think people underestimate my appreciation for rap. While I'm not currently leaning on it to express my feelings I do have a recent obsession with Macklemore. If you haven't heard his Thrift Shop song yet then we're not friends...sorry.

Am I a week away from being able to recite the whole rap along with my boy Macklemore? Maybe.

Am I embarassed? Hellz no. I have mad skillz yo. (That's how you know I have street cred)

Soooo you might want to get in on this and if you learn the rap too I may let you be in my next music video.

- Meesh

More Gab from Gma

It is not my intention to make this into a blog about grandmothers. 
HOWEVER, with that being said, I would hate for any one of our 20 readers to miss out on the terribly awkward conversation i had the fortune of walking in on over the weekend...

Grandmother to my Mother: "You look so great, I'm so happy to hear everything is going well.  We love having you visit.  Also, I want you to know we pre paid for our funerals earlier this week."

QUIZ:
Q.) How did I cope with this awkard situation?
A.) Innapropriate Humor.  "Well then, I'm glad we kept that receipt."

-McQ

Lads and Lassies

I think this blog should now chronicle my misadventures in singlehood:

 

I got asked on a date yesterday... by a nice 60 year old Irish lad that walked me to the T in South Boston. I politely declined.

 

K

While the boys are out...

...The girls will have a nail polish party.

Last night the boys were out gallivanting. I know, it was mighty rude of them. How am I supposed to entertain myself when I'm home and they're not around to antagonize?

Solution? Stick it to the man and have a nail polish party with my fellow female residents who were home (throw in a box of Caramel Delights and a tube of frozen thin mints and you have lady heaven).

Boys: Please consider the aroma you came home to as a smelly high five from us to you. We missed you.

Bequest

Speaking of #firstworldproblems (or FTP [not to be confused with FTW]as I like to call them) I have been reflecting on the plethora of mine. In my current occupation, I am realizing that while living in the "first world" there are still a lot of major difficulties that are not even comparable to my petty trials and tribulations. Unlike kids that I work with, I have parents that have been married for some 27 odd years, a place to live, a bomb.com adventure mobile... Yet, I still have qualms about my life. In an effort to not complain, I will share some of these non-whiney things that make my life just a little salty sometimes followed by something that I am ever so grateful for.

This is where YOU, blogreader (aka Michelle and Steve and occasionally Mike) Please, give me some advice/guidance because we all know that I could darn well use it.

1. Delta Rae is playing in Cambridge in a few weeks. Tickets are sold out. What do I do?!
1.1. McQ just shared some epic music. I love epic music and people that love epic music. And Trampled by Turtles. I really love them

2. I need a shopping cart for a race that I am running that requires us to be a sled dog team. Once I get said cart, I also need to figure out how to get it downtown. Does anyone know the rules/regulations about taking a shopping cart on the T?
2.1. I have friends coming in from all over the place for this race and we are going to celebrate our living in Alaska and drinking beer together.

3. My cardies are CONSTANTLY wrinkled. I used to hang them in the closet and they would get stretched out. Now, I fold them nicely in a drawer. Nothing seems to stop them from creasing. Baby Girl ain't got time to iron every morning.
3.1. I am grateful for my cardies. They have seen me through it all.

That is it for now. I need to work. Deuces. KRo

Go ahead and tap a toe or 2

Recently, I’ve spent a lot of my work days writing extremely boring reports that contain an overabundance of information and not enough opinion, because well, my work doesn’t have time for opinions. 

I started to get worried that I would become a robot writing these reports and that my social skills would plummet just like it had for all of those “Biotechy” folks around me…#First World problems

I decided I needed to combat this growing social anxiety.  So, what I did was I started putting together some nifty playlists on Spotify.   Obviously I’ve started to get pretty good on the air drums and am comfortable in saying my social anxiety has wilted away.   

Just in case some of you were bored at work and were also worried that your corporate citizenship was ruining your social skills I’ve plugged in some nifty beats that are guaranteed to make you tap a toe or 2.

Lil Trampled by Turtles outta tickle your fancy

Oh Iration you make the dankest tunage

Gentlemen Hall has put together a great joggin track with this one

-McQ



Things I wish McQ wouldn't say to me on Gchat

McQ: i say go deep and try to make me cry

 

McQ: hmmm probably could have worded that better

 

M: yucky

  

McQ: yup not proud of where that went

Awkward Tuesday Night Chats

We've reached the point at Club Belmont where we're all comfortable and settled in with each other.

And while this is lovely that we've become a borderline functional, wine drinking family, it sometimes creates interesting conversations that end with us using sarcasm to calm our nervous laughter.

Usual items on our To Do list:

• Discussing ways to make residents' significant others feel as uncomfortable and creeped out as possible when they visit.
• Ideas include: 1. Lining up in the living room for the CB vetting process. 2. Making "WELCOME _____!" signs, balloons, and using excessive cheeriness to welcoming them into our home. 3. Sitting in a corner with only candles lit, wrapped in our house coat and slippers while drinking whiskey & smoking a cigar. (What I'm saying here is that we're idea people)
• Plotting group speed dating outings and confessing former ways used to meet men (trick of the trade: MBA info sessions are a gold mine ladies)
• Trying to make a Club Belmont sporting team - volleyball - but we're holding try outs and it's looking like a lot of us might not make the team.
• Why we're sitting in the living room by ourselves watching Criminal Minds and eating a block of cheese.
• DFMs (you know what I'm saying)

Is this how all 20 somethings live? Please say yes.

My Grandma Thought I Was An A Hole

I received some enlightening news last week.  
You see, I grew up approximately 1400 miles from my Grandmother.  Due to the distance she began to develop her own impressions on who I was based off of Christmas Letters.  This all ended 3 years ago when I closed the distance gap and moved to the same state as her...

My Uncle called me last week to update me on some of the fun issues he was dealing with at work and to confirm a date to go see a Maury Povich taping this spring (I'm not kidding).  He also wanted to relay something my grandmother had said..

GMa: "Cousin Steve is pretty funny isnt he?  I mean, he's veerrrrry sarcastic, but once you get used to that he's pretty funny."

Translation: My Grandmother thought I was an asshole for the past 3 years. 

-McQ

President's Day Blues

Stewing in my cube at lunch time on President's Day because I don't get to celebrate George Washington like a true American. Womp womp.

I just don't think it's fair good ole George doesn't get to see me from up in President heaven enjoying his day of birth by going to free skate with my fellow CBers...knew I should've taken a self-imposed snow day!

- Meesh

A Little Practical Advice From the Internet

There is a lot of crappy advice on the internet.

In particular, there is a lot of crappy advice on the internet regarding relationships, love, and sex.

Fortunately, mixed in with all the junk, there is some really great advice.

Now, I wouldn't be doing my job as a top notch blogger if I didn't help direct you to some of that good advice.

So... without further ado:

How to Eat Ice Cream Off a Woman's Ass


Happy Valentine's Day, kids.

-M

Yum.

There were a crap ton of girls carrying flowers on my commute today. Psh. You know what I did? I bought a box of coconutty caramely chocolatey cruchy Caramel Delights (aka Samoa's what the heck GSA) from some girls at the T station and PROUDLY paraded them around like the other girls did with their flowers. 

What now biotches? What now?

"Oh, what a girl can do!"

Yes, that is the actual slogan on the box...

Katie <3

Valentine's Day Counterpoint

Photo Cred: T. A. Tenney, honorary Club Belmonter

This was just spied by a male coworker... so just remember, if your having a crummy Valentine's Day, at least you weren't the person who had to write this note.

-Beast

VDay So Far...

High Point:

Friends awesome wife made us a heart shaped chocolate cake for a lunch time treat...she pinterests too so we're basically kindred spirits.

Low Point:

Too Old To Be Sharing Dating Stories with Me Coworker: "Oh yea, tonight we're making crab legs and I'm getting candles and then after dinner...(tone starts to take a turn for the overshare)"

Meesh: "I'm gonna stop you right there."



All in all not a bad day so far. Count it.