tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77148892009-02-21T00:45:10.637-05:00Shamelessly Making Out in Tampa and St. PetersburgRachel*http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969030221579042197noreply@blogger.comBlogger574125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7714889.post-1136999437092141482006-01-01T12:09:00.000-05:002006-01-11T12:11:32.910-05:00

Please visit Interbay Superstar for more fun and antics!

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Well, we're finally done here!I'm gonna spend the next few weeks re-tooling and coming up with something totally new for '06! Something bigger, better, brighter! Something so dazzling and fantastic you will have to shield your eyes in amazement! Not that it's been a bad run, really. I've had three different blogs over three different years, so I suppose you should have seen this coming. You

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Mark's been considering home ownership for a few months. He saved up a bunch of cash and found a place he likes and put in an offer. Of course, his credit sucks, but he's been working at that, too, and, all in all, I'm kinda thrilled for him. He's such a sweet boy, so full of natural kindness and general enthusiasm, that he really only deserves happiness.The house is very beautiful, infused with

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Today was the last day of Drunk Class as required by the fine County of Hillsborough.I have to admit I got a kick out of the posters. Remember back in middle school when the principal would have those glossies with the encouraging words on them? Like there'd be one of a kitten wearing a beanie, appearing to struggle with a tricky math equation, and the copy would say something uplifting like, "

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Every now and then, I will drink absolutely nothing alcoholic all evening, even though everyone around me is imbibing without a care. I tend to be a very careful drinker even under the worst of situations, simply because I have an atrocious family history of alcoholism and I looooove the nightlife, so, like, let's just not put me at risk. You're more likely to see me fluttering with nystagmus and

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My apartment complex told me they were hiring leasing agents to work twenty hours a week and get half off the rent, and they asked if I wanted to interview for it.At the interview, yesterday afternoon, the property manager looked at my resume and said, "You don't actually have any leasing experience. We need someone who understands tax bonds and Section 8.""I understand all that," I said. "I

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I asked my mom this morning what it felt like to be fat and then suddenly skinny, and she said, "You know I don't talk about that."I said, "I didn't know that. I don't think I've ever asked about it. I just noticed this morning that I have a really wonderfully sculpted torso, one specific curve actually that I was looking at, and I realized, since the Moran girls are kinda scraggly compared to

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I had a fairly boring Thanksgiving week, over the course of which I realized something very important. Or perhaps I should say I realized the importance of something I already knew: I am basically thrilled with my life. I really don't have any kind of reliable financial situation. My place of residence is pretty unstable. Most of my friendships are acquaintances. I haven't been wowed by any

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Most of you spend between three and a half and six minutes a day here. This week, take that time to show your thanks for the people, places, and things that make you glad to be alive.I'm thankful for my mom and dad's unwavering belief that I will always make the right decisions, for Lil Sis' knuckle-cracking sardonism, for Mark's unfalteringly kind heart, for puppies and ponies of all sorts, for

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In the vein of all celebrities, I spent hours prepping for last night's big awards show hosted by the Weekly Planet at Yuengling Brewery. I mean, hot rollers, glittery eye shadow, the works, and by amazing coincidence, my disco hair-and-face fit right in with the banquet hall stylings.Stepping into the Yuengling Brewery is like stepping back to 1972. The ceiling has concave domes cut into it

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My, oh my, did I get a bit of come-uppance today. I was perusing lazily through some porn when I got word of a job that had to be done immediately. The name of the game was urgency, so I rocketed out to the Suncoast Resort and Hotel in South St. Pete.Turns out the Suncoast is a large, run-down, piss-smelling gay resort. Frankly, I cannot imagine why anyone would ever want to spend time there.

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I had a really messed-up conversation with this girl at the gym today. She's a pretty girl in a very wholesome way - thick, coppery hair with blunt edges and a perpetual smile - but, at maybe five-five, she's about thirty pounds overweight. While the extra weight doesn't wreck her looks entirely, she has absolutely no cheekbones and an unfortunate, blobby look below the waist, which, well,

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Whoo, so I spent a wonderful, whirlwind weekend in Chicago!Mark and I are both nervous fliers, so we downed as much Xanax as we could get a doctor to give us, and boarded the plane, where we both immediately became ridiculously giggly and entirely fearless, downing several tasty plane drinks and bopping in our seats to Deee-lite on my iPod, sharing one set of headphones in typical, obnoxiously

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Imagine my surprise upon reading this week's Planet and finding that, once again, I am, entirely unintentionally, Tampa Bay's alt-weekly darling.I personally had a great time at Oystercatcher's. One thing that didn't make it into the review, but which really spiced up the evening for me, was that fellow blogger Joe Bardi and I don't eat seafood. At all. So I proposed a fun, little game wherein

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Last night, I was talking to the boys at Mema's when I noticed a strange flier on the corkboard over there. People are always posting fliers on that thing, but this one caught my eye because it wasn't the usual glossy or the standard cheap-sh*t photocopy. It was an oversized matte job with fairly good artwork. In other words, the work of someone with not a lot of money, but a well-developed

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Well, if the 'Burg isn't just gunnin' to catch up with Tampa on the sophisticated restaurant racetrack.First, Bella Brava, which I loooooove and think does a marvelous job of rounding out The Other Side, and now, Ceviche in a new location where the old Bellagio used to be!The Fine Feathered Friend has been telling me about the plans for the new Ceviche forever. He's a marvelous young man - a

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I spent today totally trying to placate and satisfy the probation gods, who are not gods at all, but lower middle-class girls with Fantastic Sam's bobs who figured they would never get fired from a county job.My probation officer, who is obviously a very sweet girl in the Methodist sense of the word, stashes a cheap, purple backpack in the corner of her cubicle - you know, where the black people

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Occassionally, you just need a club-free weekend, a quick stretch devoid of all forms of DJ's, dancing, designer duds, and drugs.I trucked it down to Naples to chill with my mom, whom I have affectionately called Bag for years. I rode my bike around some bumpety construction sites and wandered around her perfectly manicured neighborhood. I watched TV and skimmed through trashy chick lit and drank

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I love Tampa. We all know this, so when I heard that Orlando mega-DJ and super-artist the Hornet was coming to town to support another friend in a Tampa art show, and that, even better, he would be staying at Mark's house, I cleared my calendar to be able to show him the best our fine metropolis offers. The Hornet's also the kind of guy who says things like, "I'm sorry. You're using up all my

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I finally stood before justice this afternoon after suffering great indignation and hardship for several months from charges of DUI, and drug and paraphernalia possession.Some of you may remember how I unceremoniously changed life tracks after these charges. Before, I was a bright-eyed young law student and ardent blogger. After, I was simply an ardent blogger, no longer part of the student body

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So last night, a bunch of trick-or-treaters came to the door. I was expecting cutie-pie angel faces, giggling innocently and squealing over the fun of getting dressed up. I was really excited about it.Last year, I was entirely unprepared for young ones and received at my doorstep an adorable young girl of about three years with a head full of clackety barettes in a flowing fairy outfit. She

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Man, I am oficially dying off H5N1 Avian Flu, or whatever the World Health Organization is calling that sh*t now. I have been fighting off a fever since about Thursday night, when, after my magic cappin' trip, I collpased in a kitten ball of hot contentment, not understanding that I was beseiged with virus.Of course, that didn't stop me from banging out the Guavaween parade with the welcoming

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I've never been a rock chick. I cut my teeth on early 90's house music and ketamine, and when people suggest guitar-oriented activities, I am hard pressed to drum up interest.For about a year, though, I've been hearing all about how The 'Belt, as a lad in his early twenties, was a bona fide rock star, poised to knock U-2 into oblivion and erase Kurt Cobain from the memories of narrow-hipped boys

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Yesterday was a completely glorious dream world day. I tend to be a surprisingly early riser for all my evening antics, and the morning drive over the Howard Frankland was so shimmery that I immediately began having all these bright thoughts about the power of nature.Next thing you know, inspired by all the splendiferous effects of sun and bay, I'm chugging along 275, munching away on cappity

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Right. I could totally write about how that charming, not-really-that-young-anymore man on The Other Side of the Bridge wrecked my lingerie dresser with a bucket of orange paint, but I actually turned it into wondrous truth by having live lingerie that matched it exactly (orange on purple, like a French trapeze artist) and photographed things to that extent.I could write about how I completely

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