So everyone’s favorite Swedish Meatball is finally back in America, and for a whole month to boot! Here’s us dining like the classy ladies we are (Jenn and Mallory snuck out pre-pictures, as usual) and then here is Sofie and I in the parking lot where we got lost trying to find her rental car. I’m quite partial to that picture as it makes it look like we’re either homeless or took pictures while we peed behind a closed restaurant, which isn’t really that far from the truth.
Sofie and I met at the Tan Shack when we were both working there, years ago. She had super bright blonde hair, was insanely tan, and pretty much kept to herself. “Fucking Swedish people,” I said. Little did I know my heart would yearn for her only a year or so later! And now that she’s back in Sweden (temporarily or else she gets the hose) I miss her even more!
Anyway, a great story about Sofie is the advent of her nickname, Peep. Note the name of her blog is hausofpeep, the name I gave her house back in Pasadena for obvious reasons (it is a house, she is European, her name is Peep: Haus of Peep!). Sofie, despite being very super-modellish, always creeps to the back of pictures. Real talk: her ass is always trying to avoid being photographed. She’s the floating head you see in your party photos-you all have that one friend who continuously creeps their way into shots accidentally looking like they’re slinking around the event like a panther ready to pounce. Urban Dictionary spat out the word Peepalo for this type of character:A peepalo is a creepy individual who “peeps” or pries into other people’s business without them knowing. After “peeping” into other people’s affairs, they “peep” back out into their own cave.
Randi’s birthday was back in June, and ended with almost everyone way too fucking drunk and crying. I still can’t remember the last time I drank as much tequila or another day my feet hurt so bad I wanted to cry.
REGARDLESS, that shit was fun as a motha! It was a daytime affair on Olvera Street, which was a brilliant idea In My Book. Get drunk early, eat tacos, talk shit, go home, sleep. Sure, it ended up NOTHING FUCKING LIKE THAT, but it was the jam nonetheless. I love birthdays (unless I have a shit ton of them coinciding, in which case I HATE BIRTHDAYS, FUCK YOU), especially when they involve lots of pictures, booze, and reminiscing about Sofie.
I left my busted ass old digicam with my friend Jessica for seriously a year. I got it back last week, and the old pictures are making me “have moments”.
This is the glory of Ballcrackers, aka the time Pelinda, Nkoyo, Sofie, Randi and our respective manfriends went to the LA Ballet’s version of the Nutcracker at UCLA’s Royce Hall. For the record, it was raining like a MOFO, my Dolce Vita shoes almost killed me several times (no joke-fuck that brand), and the ballet was weak. No orchestra? Are you fucking with me?
Regardless, I thought everyone looked quite lovely, and it was pretty sweet watching the dudes dance in the rain.
I can’t stop laughing at this picture (a night of beer, sauerkraut, birthday hats, paddle-spanking and bedtime by drunkenness at 11pm), but anyway…
I’m frustrated I can’t send plane tickets for my crew to come visit. Wouldn’t that be nice? Like, “hey, catch these tickets, I need a fix!”… Oh, in a billion years when my salary goes up…
This made my eyes tear up *sniff*
All I can say is: MEMORIES! <3
*eyes fill with tears*
5 year anniversary, picnic by the canal <3
I miss my Peep’s.
In my Facebook tagging days, this would go something like:
Jenny, Sofie, Niki, Randi, Stacy
Tagging people in photos of dolls/famous people is the only thing I miss about Douchebook.
I can’t believe two of my favorite people in the world are leaving America in like, 2 weeks.
WHY, GOD?! First my job, then my dignity, then my Swedes?!
I’ll miss you, Peep and Sticky Rick. <3
It’s time for STERNER’S WEEKEND RECAP!!!!
1: Please enjoy a picture of my foot up on my desk next to the flowers I recieved from Stefan. Also enjoy my tapestry covered walls. Class-ay.
2. Please enjoy this note I found on Rogier’s dresser before we went to Teddy’s. I went ahead and numbered when you should be laughing hysterically.
“I wanted to wake you up and kiss you pretty badly - but I promised to be quiet (1). I’m sorry I was so anxious and awkward last night -> it’s nice I can be with you when I’m not 100%. You’ve been a good friend recently and it feels crazy nice touching each other, right (2)? Oh-oh (3), I’m wrapping up my period, so the next time we hang out you can cum inside of me. Looking forward to it, Rogier.”
My God, Rogier is amazing.
3. Please enjoy the world’s largest fucking crane, blocking traffic while some assholes film a movie a few blocks from me.
4. Jenny’s Christian hand sanitizer. God hates germs…even though he invented them.