Cheers

Glad to see Meesh decided to branch out with some very rare yet creative drink recipes...
Unlike Meesh I dont plan my alcoholism out days in advance and dont have time to chill my Rose' before I whack it back. 
If you're like me you've spent the majority of your day staring at spreadsheets and listening to mind blowing stories about how windy it is outside.  Oh and did I mention that I work in an office building that goes through more temperature swings than a menopausal woman?  No joke, my thermostat reads 80 degrees and I'm wearing a crew neck sweater.  Worst part about it is I cant take my sweater off because I'm well beyond the point of no return as far as pit sweat is concerned. 
What I'm trying to say is I'm thirsty.  I'm thirsty for an ice cold no nonsense adult beverage. 
I give you Name Tag Lager.

Once you pop the fun dont stop... #AMIRIGHT?

Name Tag Lager is an ice cold lager that can be found at your local Trader Joe's for the low low price of $3 and change. Personally I do not enjoy the hints of tin and body odor aftertaste but like Levar Burton said dont take my word for it!
Cheers,
McQ

Ain't Nobody Got Time for That

Listen Meesh, I like a nice cocktail as much as the next guy/gal. But I am a man. And when I get home from working hard all day, I am not going to feel like doing a lot of prep work in order to get my drink on.

Problem solved:

Bless you Adam Carolla.

-M

PS - Ain't nobody got time for that.

PPS - Go Bs!

Thirsty Thursday

Hiya kids!

We've almost made it to the weekend and you know what that means...it's finally Thirsty Thursday! (Today is actually a Friday for Elise the Beast and I because we know how to beat the system muahaha.) 

My evening's going to look a lot like this with the addition of tortilla chips and plastic cheese at the Bruins game. Go Bs!!

But for those of you who'd like a bit of a classier evening at home on your Thirsty Thursday I have two of my favorite cocktail recipes for you to enjoy with your roommates and possibly a Castle/Law & Order: SVU/The Office/Big Bang Theory/whateverhas4+episodesairinginonenight marathon.

Red Sangria

Ingredients 

1 Bottle of red wine (Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Rioja reds, Zinfandel, Shiraz) 

1 Lemon cut into wedges 

1 Orange cut into wedges 

2 Tbsp sugar 

1 Shot brandy 

2 Cups ginger ale or club soda

Preparation
Pour wine in the pitcher and squeeze the juice wedges from the lemon and orange into the wine. Toss in the fruit wedges (leaving out seeds if possible) and add sugar and brandy. Chill overnight. Add ginger ale or club soda just before serving.
If you'd like to serve right away, use chilled red wine and serve over lots of ice.


Or...if you're too tired from a long work week, just skip all the above steps and pour the wine straight into your glass. Both effective and highly enjoyable.

Recipe and photo courtesy of http://wine.about.com/od/redwines/r/basicSangria.htm

Gin & Tonic

Ingredients

2 oz gin
5 oz tonic water
1 lime wedge

 

 

 

 

 

 

Preparation

Pour both ingredients into a short glass over ice. Stir and garnish with a lime wedge.

Simple? Yes. Delicious? Obviously.

Recipe and photo courtesy of http://www.cocktailtimes.com/gin/ginandtonic.shtml


- Meesh

It's Sad Because It's True

- ELISE the BEAST

Dino Day Fail

I just spent 10 minutes trying to draw a dinosaur in paint only to realize that I have no idea now to get it on here. In those 10 minutes, I only accomplished to draw what may or may not be eaily mistaken as a giant greenish guano. I was attempting to draw a Stegosauria and not the boring t-rex/Barney thing. I dont know how I became so technologically illiterate. It's actually quite pathetic. I didn't want you the world to think that I was not committed to Draw a Dino Day though. Alas, maybe I should just start a fail blog.

 

Also, can someone help me work the OnDemand in the basement?

 

Check out this formating, aye? Pretty dino-esque...

Ode De Dino

"Ode De Dino"                                      
oil based painting 
-McQ

 
Notice the volcano, its uncertainty represents our lives.
The beast represents struggle.
The grassy buds poking through the dusty landscape portray hope in its earliest stages.
Finally the bloody claws represent our grasp on reality.  What is reality?

Thank you,
McQ

ROARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Why is my drawing better than Meesh's? One word. DETAIL.

Simply exquisite work. The brush strokes. The happy little trees. Clouds. Birds. So stunning.

But who are we kidding. The Beast (aka our resident artist) will no doubt take top prize in this contest. All I can hope for is a strong second place finish.

-M

Draw a Dinosaur Day

This morning a momentous occasion was thankfully brought to my attention.

It's "Draw a Dinosaur Day" yo!

I shall call him Humphrey.

I expect all fellow Club Belmonters to participate, post their own dinosaur, and then print it out and hang it on the fridge because we're the coolest.

The best dinosaur of the house gets a yet to be determined prize. Maybe some delicious bucket of margs still hiding out in our freezer?

Soooo....ready, set, draw!

- Meesh

Should Katie Juice It?

On today's episode of "Should Katie Juice It?":

Chocolate pudding. Discuss.

-McDouche

Posterized

Today at lunch I learned a coworker of mine is facing quite the dilemma.  You see, he just moved offices and is currently staring at 4 empty walls.  We got to talking about all of the potential there was for office swag and then I remembered something that my HS football coach once said to me.
"Great potential means you haven't done anything yet."  (Go Royals!)

He's still right

So I verbally threw up
"DONT TALK ABOUT IT BE ABOUT IT!"
We instantly hit Google and started searching for posters that would rival the best freshman dorm rooms in the country.  Any and all poster suggestions are welcome...Dare we pinup the stereotypical douche poster of Belushi in the College T?  Or would that cross the "professional" line?
Whether he beats mine is TBD...

Dank poster above my comp letting everyone know who's boss

-McQ

Elise the Beast vs The Devil of Dirt

 Yesterday I became possessed. I was on some sort of mission, perhaps it was the hamster-sized spider I had to maim in the bathroom the other night, or maybe I just felt inspired by Martin Luther Clean Day, but I was a cleaning machine. I dusted (what?? I know, I can't believe it either), washed all my bedding and sheets, organized my closet and dresser (got rid of a few of my muscle tanks), and I vacuumed. I had even just cleaned out the actual vacuum canister thing because I'm a nut and that seemed like a good idea (I think I now have asthma, but whatever). So I'm vacuuming everything, under the bed, in corners, and I moved furniture to vacuum underneath it like an actual real life adult would. I even used that little hose thing to vacuum under my bookcase, and as I leaned over to get underneath it, the main vacuum part proceeded to SUCK MY PONYTAIL UP. 

Artistic rendering of the event

I should note for the readers who have never had the pleasure of meeting me, I have a glorious mane of long blonde hair… great for pretending I’m in a Pantene Pro-V commercial, not so great for say… getting sucked up into a Hoover.  So as I laid on the floor contemplating all the poor decisions I’ve made in my life, while flipping through a Women’s Health Magazine from October 2011 that I discovered under my bookcase (the only thing I could reach), I realized two things: 1. I can get rid of my muffin top with 3 simple moves according to that vintage WHM and 2. I am very bad at being an adult. Eventually, rather than just building a new life for myself on the floor of my room, I escaped the Red Beast with only a little dust on me and a minor case of PTSD.  Moral of the story, don’t clean. Ever. Because it’s a trap.
 

ELISE THE BEAST

Call to Action

Oh hey guys.

Monday's going great. Thanks for asking.

Remember that time we were still walking around the apartment with a semblance of boundaries and politeness wanted to bond as roomies so we shockingly got our lives together enough to make Margarita Monday happen?

Ahh we're so fun with our international themed nights! Lederhosen and Margs...nailed it.

Well this is a call to action to recreate Margarita Monday with a less sugary, slushy, mildly gross but we'll still drink it/eat it with a spoon alcoholic beverage!!


Aaaannndddd go!


- Meesh

Guilty, Truth can hurt

I'm the guilty individual who partook in last nights beautiful evening of wine, cheese, and fashion.  Thats right, Tickles, the fine young gent who calls himself a man's man chimed in on a lil gossip. 
The scary part, I was really good at it.  I learned soooo much about the proper way to hem a jean, and what color belt goes best with a blue 100% cashmere sweater. 

What really happened...
For those of you who were deterred by that previous paragraph and are worried that I've changed, dont.  I offset my femmy night cap by absolutely crushing my delts at the gym before hand.  I mean I was seriously getting my grunt on.  Pretty sure I even turned a couple heads when I got to the lat pull down station.  Nobody pulls down a lat harder than this guy. Not even this bro
When I got home I walked into a living room full of skeezy clothing fit for an underground club and a couple legally intoxicated females.  I immediately shook things up by making their quiet evening into a competition by asking one simple question...
"Who's clothes were swapped the most?"

The best word to describe what happened afterwards is carnage, followed by Elise The Beast funneling a bottle of Red.

-Tickle City Sauce

Ladies Night

Before the boys can post their interpretation of what happened last night I'd like to explain what really went down...

As the boys previously noted, the ladies of the house hosted a clothing swap party last night (swap don't shop, we're so good at saving money!). They may have scoffed at our activity but how can you hate on an evening full of snacks and wine??

We may have briefly turned the living room into this:

But haters gonna hate.

Also I spied one of the men of the house (who shall remain nameless) enjoying wine, cheese, and gossip with us.

Your move boys.

Interaction of the Day

60+ Year Old Man: "Hi, I just came over so I could hear a soft, soothing voice."

Meesh: "Uhh ok, well I think you're talking to the wrong person."

60+ Year Old Man: "Well you're female so you're already there."

Meesh: "...Ok. Thanks?"


- Fin -


Should I be offended or complemented? Discuss amongst yourselves.

Breaking News!

Apparently the girls are having their clothes swap tonight. Tickles is attending. I hope the girls like XL Under Armour gear.

-M

PS - I am now taking suggestions for a new nom de plume (pen name). The more absurd the better.

Food Critic

I'm surprised that Mr. Tickles has not already posted his grievances about my (and some of the other female residents) eating habits.

Our resident food critic likes to mock my version of "healthy" meals but I don't see what's wrong with making avocado and cheese melts or having a plate full of deli meat rollups, cheese, and a handful of Cheez Its. He even called me out to the beau who tries to force feed me excess food as it is.

So imagine my delight when I walk out of the shower last night to catch an eyeful of Mr. Tickles sitting on the couch in his finest lounge wear (lounge wear post to come cus we rock it hard) with a watermelon in his lap.

"Ohh I thought you were M..."

Victory is mine!

It's oddly reminiscent of his "single dad rotisserie chicken over the sink" meal. Remember this next time you mock my food choices sir.

- Meesh 

A Technology Apology

It appears my blogging has gone too far. I have a history of that happening and, for this, I apologize. (One of my former roommates can attest to this as I made a blog to try to make the world believe that he was in love with me. It didn't work. http://katielovesgreg.blogspot.com/) 

 I do love puppies. And wine. And N64. And juice. I will not apologize for my juice. In fact, I just made a bomb smoothie. 

Please don't kick me out. 

Blog Etiquette

After spending some time discussing what is fair game for this blog I realized I would have to make a difficult decision and what better way to come to a decision than to blog about it? #AmIRight?! (Side note: I fucking hate when people say “am I right,” its super obnoxious but for whatever reason prep school kids have decided to use it at the end of every sentence.)
Anyways, it appears I have two options.  I can continue being a first ballot hall of fame roommate, orrrr I can take this blog to the next level.  
When I asked one roommate how critical I could be of their “comfy” attires and their “healthy” diets I was told to use my better judgement.  When I asked for clarification I was told to not write anything that would make a fellow roommate want to punch me in the wiener.  
Punched in the wiener?!  Generally thats a pretty serious threat that would require consideration however you should know that I’m sneaky fast, like we’re talking under an 8 minute mile fast.  Once I figured that into the equation I realized there’s no way any one of my roommates can catch me let alone punch me in the doinker.  Oh and thanks to Katie’s post it appears my hand has been forced so I went ahead and made a genius bar appointment to get my Iphone camera fixed.  

Lets take this blog to the next level!
 
-Tickles

A few haikus to provide a little culture for your morning:

Orange bowl, downstairs fridge

Is that pizza dough in there?

Dare I say… juice it?

Telltale sign it’s cold:

Brick Wall John has a shirt on

(oh thank god for that)

Email contains pups

Meesh quit bein’ a jagaloon

#toopoortopayrent

*snaps*

-Elise the Beast

Changes

This just in: Club Belmont is now looking for someone to replace Katie. Candidates must LOVE puppies and hate pesto.

-M

help me.

Hello. My name is Katie and I am the newest member of Club Belmont. I came to Boston thinking that I would be living with 5 really normal young professional 20 somethings. I thought I did everything right. I looked on Craigslist, Skyped with them and then moved in. Sounds legit, right? Let me tell you, NOT LEGIT. These people are weirdos. Just to give you an idea of the strange-ness:

1. They keep sending me pictures of puppies. Not like "Oh I saw this cute puppy. Here is what it looked like but I won't send another one for a few months." No. I get almost DAILY pictures of puppies. Puppies playing. Puppies in boxes. Puppies in Santa hats. Puppies looking at other puppies. You would think they would send an occasional cute giraffe or llama picture. Just puppies. 

2. I try to bring normal adult encounters into our interaction but it always ends up with excessive margarita/G & T/wine chugging. Is it too much to ask to have a nice Mexican meal without a headache the entire next day?

3. The women do all of the work. We cook, we clean, we cut down the Christmas trees, do yard work, we rearrange the living room. You would think that the guys would chip in every once in a while Basically all they do is watch GOT, sing entire musicals in the living room and do push-ups. Actually, I hardly ever see them not doing manly push-ups. Well, sometimes I walk in and one of them is just stroking his newly formed "thigh tickler." That's a whole nother concerning topic...

4. They are Pats fans. Enough said.

5. They hate my smoothies. I got this bomb smoothie maker for Christmas and I often offer a variety of delicious smoothie drinks for their enjoyment. They NEVER want them. It's like they think I am trying to ruffie them or something. Who doesn't like a delicious strawberry-banana-kale-mango-chicken-almond-blueberry-red pepper smoothie? I mean, COME ON people!

6. They have the strangest hobbies. Current interests of my roommates include: shooting things, starting a group called GHT (Glitter Haters Anonymous,) drawing pictures of surfing puppies, playing middle school video games, watching things not in HD, cooking excessive amounts of eggs, seeking out creepy people at work/Starbucks. This is the tip of the iceberg. Some things that they do I can't even put on the internet. 

So here I am, stuck with these smoothie hating, puppy loving wack jobs. Should I stick it out? Should I sleep at work? If you are a friend of one of the people that I live with, I apologize for calling them wack jobs but I'm fairly certain you would agree to a degree. Also, any advice for putting up with their antics would be greatly appreciated. I would like to keep my normal sanity but I quickly see it fading away, slowly, sadly, fading. 

help me.

Club Belmont Olympics

It has come to our attention that some members of Club Belmont have desirable upcoming events but not enough tickets to take all of their beloved roommates.

This would be an upsetting situation until we realized we could just have competitions of the body and mind to see who will win the right to attend. I tell you sometimes I don't know how we're so clever.

And with that Club Belmont Olympics was born.The current prizes are a night at the theater to see The Book of Mormon with M and attending an open bar wedding at the gorgeous Colonnade Hotel in downtown Boston with Meesh (assuming her beau declines the opportunity to attend a black tie optional event).

We're still hammering out the details of the competition but I can only assume it will include Jeopardy-esque questions and games along the lines of scavenger hunts, relay races, and "try and get by Mr. Tickles without ending up in the hospital".

I'm sure more desirable events are just around the corner for us to ruin friendships over participate in healthy sportsmanship activities for soooo....let the games begin!

- Meesh

The Gender Divide

The girls recently told Mr. Tickles and I that they were planning a clothing swap with some of their work friends. What is a clothing swap? Glad you asked. Apparently a clothing swap is when girls get together to exchange the crap gently worn clothing that they don't want anymore. It's probably safe to assume that there is also copious amounts of wine and birth control yogurt consumed at these things.

Not to be outdone, Tickles and I decided to have a few of our work friends over last weekend for a more manly get together. Our plan: drink beer, eat wings, and play the Mario Kart 64 drinking game (look it up, you won't regret it). The basement was filled with so much raw, masculine energy you could practically taste it (mmm spicy!). Needless to say, our get together was awesome.

So faithful readers, I'll let you be the judge, which party would you choose?

NOTE: I couldn't think of a good way to incorporate this into the story, but it's important to note that one of our coworkers showed up to the man party with a monogrammed LL Bean backpack (yes, the kind you had in middle school) that had a package of condoms and a roll of duct tape in it. He's single. Get in line ladies...

Banned Aparment Terms

As one of the aforementioned glitter offenders I’d like to say welcome to our blog of stories, complaints, crafts, and family bonding.

These past few months so far have been a pleasure as a member of our weird little Club Belmont family but the previous post made me think of a rule we should perhaps add to our apartment: “Banned Apartment Terms”

“Thigh tickler” is something I’ve probably heard one too many times over the past couple of days and I still gag a little every time it’s mentioned so I'm gonna go ahead and add that one to be the first on the list. Maybe I'll even put the list up on the chalkboard painted surface that I keep talking about one day adding to our home.

Please add any other suggestions for Banned Apartment Terms below.

Glitter out.