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Ac-count-a-bil-i-ty!

24 May

Accountability: acknowledging and being responsible for one’s own actions. For the most part, we are where we are because of our own decisions. We made a decision. We acted on it. There was an outcome. We are here. This idea is something that my own generation struggles with after years of entitlement and coddling. It’s the fucking Twilight Zone, man.

Broke? In a perfect world we realize we should have done an internship/gone to college/worked harder. In reality we blame it on the economy and the government and affirmative action.

Overweight? In a perfect world we  realize we shouldn’t have eaten Pizza Connection ten times in a week. In reality we blame our weight on pain from breaking our leg in 1992.

Unhappy? In a perfect world we realize we should be proactive to give ourselves the best lives we can to achieve being content because happiness isn’t a place, it’s a choice. In reality we blame our parents for not getting us the Barbie convertible or kissing us good night enough in the 80′s.

Butthurt? In a perfect world we realize our feelings are hurt because there is some truth to something we don’t want to be true. In reality we ignore scientific/medical/known statistical FACT and twist the truth so far until  it fits our lifestyle and gives us an excuse and reason to get angry when someone speaks the truth.

Alone? In a perfect world we search from within ourselves to find a common denominator, a common trait, or a reason we are pushing people away from us because it’s not normal that no one wants to be around us. In reality we blame it on the personality defect that every person we have ever come across on this earth displays. It’s not us, it’s them.

Everyone in this world has some kind of a predisposition that serves as an obstacle for us to overcome in order to achieve a certain goal. It’s how we first accept and then react to these predispositions that builds our character. Bitching and moaning turns us into a group of self-entitled monsters. No one is perfect, but when we acknowledge our flaws, we evolve. Let’s get our shit together. Accountability: learn it, love it and maybe you’ll finally earn that trophy you’ve been damning your frenemy to hell for achieving before you. Wherever you go, there you fucking are. Ya feel me?!

Namaste.

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Proper Memorializing

23 May

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There isn’t a weekend in the entire year that says Summer quite like Memorial Day weekend. It’s basically the official kick off of good weather and great times. But this weekend, while we are having a good ole American time, let’s remember that Memorial Day is really about paying our respects to fallen men and women in the United States Armed Forces. My father used to take me over to Cedar Grove Cemetery ever Memorial Day to pay respects to my late veteran grandfather. It’s important to remember how we are able to enjoy a weekend in our country quite as free as ours. People have fought and still fight for that very right. Never forget it!

So, pay your respects… then it’s time to really start memorializing. By “memorializing”, I mean binge drinking after 12pm donned in Ray Bans, boat shoes,  and nautical colors. If you have a boat,  perfect. Just blast some Springsteen and make sure it’s not a sausage fest cruise. If you’re poor, find someone with a pool (preferably inground) and a grill that’s not shitty. Bring the Bubba Burgers so you don’t come off as a cheap ass, cart around a cooler with wheels for easy pulling, and crack a cold one 17 times. Repeat this process every weekend until Labor Day and you’re good!

UPDATE: It’s going to rain this entire Memorial Day weekend. Maybe let this sink a little bit, perhaps cry in the bathroom at work for ten minutes. Look at yourself while you cry to make yourself feel extra bad for yourself. Then get your shit together and consider a trip to Foxwoods. I mean, does it get any more American than Native Americans and casinos? My country tis of thee, indeed.

Namaste.

Not Everyone Is Going To Like You. And People Are Going To Talk About You.

20 May

Not everyone is going to like you. And  they will express it (not to you most of the time). One of those lessons in life that is kind of hard to swallow when you know that you are fabulous motherfucking sorcerer. You can say that you don’t give a fuck what other people think, and maybe you are one of those lucky people who really don’t give a fuck. Or maybe you’re on pills so you literally can’t give a fuck because your default feeling is nonchalant. But if you aren’t on pills, and you do give a fuck and all you feel like you can do is repeat that Kanye West-ish (I assume) mantra “haters gonna hate”, then you must be pretty bummed because deep down you know that most people who say “haters gonna hate” sound like douchebags.

If you’re a total psycho, like me, you probably get kind of pissed off when you hear that someone is talking about you. I actually have a reaction, no matter how hard I try not to. I repeat to myself in a self-help books on tape monotone voice “Not everyone is going to like you, and that’s okay”. I almost always have to confront the person who talks about me even though I know that it’s very likely they are going to lie and nothing will come of it. It just makes me feel better and if something will make you feel better in life, without hurting someone else, I am all for it. But then there are those situations when you are told not to confront someone by the messenger. Which is probably the greatest first world problem ever. When a friend says “If I tell you something, promise you won’t say anything?”. It’s like, obviously now I have to make a promise that I could potentially break based on what you are about to tell me and that alone pisses me off. It’s like, if you care that the person talking about me is going to get mad at  you for telling me, then why are you telling me? Why aren’t you off talking about me with the person doing the talking because you obviously don’t care enough about me to let me confront this person if I want to. You follow me?

What confuses me about people not liking me or another person is that in order for me to not like someone, my life needs to somehow have been inconvenienced by someone for me to not like them. Example:  Last year I got pissed off on 4th of July because some chick banned me from a cookout at a mutual friend’s house because I had written a blog condemning her for bringing Stop & Shop brand hotdogs to my cookout. In my defense,  I had written the blog after hearing she had called me and my friends white trash. I guess in the eyes of a girl from Hingham, we are ripping white trash. But as someone not from Hingham, I think I’m classy as fuck. But back to my point. If I saw this girl now, or even a month after she banned me from the cookout, I would be totally indifferent to her. Because I stopped giving a fuck about her the day after the cookout. My plan for 4th of July was changed and it was out of my control and I didn’t like that. But I literally can’t not like someone for that long because it takes energy away from me and alters my life even longer than the duration of some whack ass cookout with meat that is not up to par. As someone who has self-induced chronic fatigue for staying up on the internet too late at night, I need that energy to get through my day without setting myself on fire. So in order to stay somewhat content, I try not to spend my time disliking someone. And if you don’t dislike someone, you don’t need to talk about them. The exception to this is when someone is jealous of you. They don’t have to dislike you to be jealous. They just need to hear that you have something that they don’t have to talk about you. So in my egotistical mind, either you don’t like me because you are investing your own energy into disliking me and you are resentful that I am altering your life in that manner, OR you are jealous of me. When I am talking about someone else, it’s because they have fucked up a period of my time, or because I am jealous that they have something I do not have, which is a normal feeling that happens even if you don’t want it to. When someone is talking about me, I spend a period of time wondering why. And spending a period of time that I could have used to catch up on celebrity gossip on things like asking myself why someone was talking about me stresses me out because I know I shouldn’t care about someone who just possibly wants something that I have that they don’t. So I repeat to myself that not everyone is going to like me, and they are going to talk about it to whoever will listen, and unless someone wants to fuck up a period of my day by telling me about it, I probably won’t find out about it because I’m off somewhere being a fabulous motherfucking sorcerer.

The first point to this unnecessarily long  blog is to say that it’s normal to give a fuck if someone doesn’t like you or if someone talks about you. It’s ideal to not give a fuck. If you don’t give a fuck because you are on pills, it’s science. People will tell you not to give a fuck or waste your time wondering, but that probably won’t matter. Just repeat to yourself that not everyone is going to like you and go on with your day because behavior becomes abnormal when you dwell. If it will make you feel better and makes you stop dwelling, confront the person with the expectation that it won’t do anything to change this person’s opinion of you and they will probably lie about it because some humans have the tendency to be pussies when put under pressure. You should do anything that makes you feel a little better as long as you are not hurting someone else. Example: The second point to this unnecessarily long blog was to confront the girl who was talking about me this weekend. I know what you said.  And I’m sorry you’re jealous of me. Ahhh, I feel better now. The third and most important point to this unnecessarily long blog is to say that no matter what other people say or think about you, you are still fabulous. Unless you aren’t. Either way, stop dwelling.

I typed the word “pussies”. Ew.

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May’s Bartender of the Month: Steven!

15 May

So  this month seemed to be a no-brainer when it came to nominations. Steven Owens from The 99 in Quincy was nominated quite a few times. He’s actually been my bartender before and he is a really nice guy who chatted with the patrons and knew exactly what he was doing. Introducing Steven Owens!

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Where and when can we catch you bartending?

I tend bar at the 99 in North Quincy on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights; and during the day on Sundays.

Do you have a signature drink?

People tend to keep things pretty simple as far as drinks are concerned, but I do have some drinks I recommend regularly. My favorite is probably the Mudslide Martini: Stoli Vanil, Bailey’s and Kahlua. I like the idea of combining dessert and booze!

What’s your favorite drink when you’re not busy serving the thirsty citizens of Quincy?

When I’m enjoying some time off, I mostly drink IPA, with the occasional tequila or bourbon on the rocks. An extra dirty martini every now and then to take the edge off, too!

What is the craziest thing you’ve ever seen as a bartender?

I’ve seen a few wild things in my day, that’s for sure. For instance, one of my Sunday regulars comes in with a menagerie of stuffed animals, complete with costumes (Red Sox/Pats uniforms, Dracula for Halloween)! Also, one time, this guy pooped his pants at the bar, left, then came back an hour or two later in different clothes. That dude had no shame!

 

Thanks for the hospitality, Steve! See you soon for one of those 99 tall boys!

Trashy Status of the Day (5/15/13)

15 May

Maybe Nana will post his results on the fridge, right next to the finger painting he made when he was four.

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Manchild Part 5,987

14 May

Damn you Google image search for stock photos of empty kitchen sinks! #men.

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Newest Venture =)

13 May

If you follow me on social media you may have read my updates about a new venture I am investing in: handmade jewelry. What could be funner than starting a jewelry business with your best friend?! That’s what my best friend, Jess, and I decided to do, thus Liz & Lorraine was created: custom bracelets that are unique to our own tastes. I’ve always been been drawn to simple and classic looks, opting for neutral colors and more conservative styles, whereas Jess’s style has been more fun and eclectic. Jess loves taking fashion risks and believes that accessories can transform an entire outfit. Her rule of thumb when it comes to accessorizing is the more the better! We believe that our two very different styles will open up a range in our collection that will appeal to everyone. Liz & Lorraine bracelets will be made from the comfort of our own living rooms, two friends hanging out creating, and each bracelet will be crafted to reflect our own styles to mix and match!

Liz & Lorraine (named for the women in our lives we have aspired to be like: our mothers!) is only in the very beginning stages of what seems like will be a little bit of a  process. We would love to dive right into this, but our goal is to create original and unique bracelets that are affordable, yet exceptional quality. In order to meet that goal, Jess & I have been researching and creating through trial and error to make Liz & Lorraine bracelets the best quality for you!

We hope that you’ll be patient while we are learning and creating! If you’d like to keep up with us as we go, you can follow us on Instagram for new design ideas @bcmollysaidso and @jmac1o21  (that’s an “o” in Jess’s username, not a zero!).

Thanks everyone =) llll2ll3ll4

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