Comedy With Wings – May 20, 2012

TONIGHT! The Milky Way, Jamaica Plain. 8 PM. $10. For those who claim I never give advance notice for these things—well, here you go. Seriously, people: Boston is ridiculously full of creative talent, and I’m so honored to be a part of this. Appropriately, today also marks the one-month anniversary of my 30th birthday; my essay circumvents all of the wisdom I’ve, ahem, accrued since then.

Buy tickets here, or get ‘em at the door (if they’re still available).

(Oh, hey! It even made it on to the Boston Globe’s event calendar. Word.)

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The ‘Bitchin’ with Big Jim’ podcast, Episode 3

My good friend, Jim Murray (former ‘FNX DJ (RIP) and Boston radio personality), is one of those cursed, err, lucky folks I frequently regale with my bad date stories. He liked them so much that he decided to have me on his podcast, ‘Bitchin’ with Big Jim,’ to share a few with his audience.

Listen to me talk about the “aftermath” of appearing in STUFF’s ‘Sexiest’ issue—and slur my words, eventually, because I was nervous as fuck and drank two snifters of bourbon to calm myself, here.

Requisite screenshot:

 

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The Single Girl’s Dictionary: GPS

GPS [Gee Pi Ess] (verb): The purposeful avoidance of a particular coffee shop, bar or restaurant—and in some extreme cases, entire neighborhoods—to decrease the potential of running into a former flame or freshly-hooked up prospect before deemed safe to casually run into said former flame or prospect. This may include crossing state lines to purchase groceries, sending gay male friends to fetch miniature cups of espresso while you hover behind a display of assorted baked goods, and other maverick-like moves as to disassociate oneself from ‘stalker’ status.

The takeaway

What’s more delicious: fresh berries from the farmer’s market near his apartment, or free reign to continue to abuse Facebook’s search capabilities as you see, err, fit?

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The Single Girl’s Dictionary: Brunch

Brunch [bruhnch] (verb): A fancy way for white girls to binge eat in the company of other white girls who are secretly judging each other for binge eating. This activity is notably marked by the discussion of boyfriends’ past and present, lackluster coworkers and a flurry of manicured fingernails when the bill is ultimately split 13 ways on separate credit cards.

I’ve got spinning at 9, power yoga at 10 and a facial at 11. Want to brunch, at, like, noon?

Brunch [bruhnch] (noun): The  overpriced food white girls binge eat in the company of other white girls who are secretly judging each other for binge eating, typically accompanied by a subtle yet copious consumption of alcoholic beverages.
Ohmygod, Sarah, you have to try this Bloody Mary. It has blue-cheese stuffed olives!
-or-
Panko-coated French toast and foraged mushroom omelets?! I totes can’t decide which to order. Want to split one of each? 

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STUFF Magazine – Boston’s Sexiest 2012

The kind folks at STUFF Magazine included me in their annual “Boston’s Sexiest” issue, along with 20 other incredibly talented, incredibly hot Bostonians. I’m flattered, humbled, and, to be frank, totally fucking stoked.

The print edition (I’m on page 29!) is available at STUFF’s signature black kiosks around the city ’til April 23; the digital version can be found here.

 

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The Single Girl’s Dictionary: Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty [sleep-ing byoo-tee] (verb): The contrived act of sleeping gracefully and soundly while under perceived observation of a bedmate, and, consequently, while wide awake. This act may involve morphing into unnatural, swan-like poses; faux-yawning with the utmost of delicate sighs; feline stretching to emphasize positive physical attributes—a bountiful rump, for example—while minimizing flaws (mascara crusted onto eyebrows; legs stubbed with five o’clock shadows; less-than-svelte upper arms); and fluttering eyelashes upon rising, with the goals of 1. looking as preternaturally perfect as possible and 2. morning sex. You are but a dainty female, and the world is your stamen.

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The Single Girl’s Dictionary: Birth Control

Birth Control [burth kun-trohl]: See also:

•Uncontrollable Screaming Children in the Middle of TJ Maxx/Whole Foods/The MBTA;

•Snippets of One’s Upstairs Neighbors’ Arguments About Whether to go to Costco Before or After Jake’s Hockey Practice; and

•That Time In Kindergarten When You Called Your Teacher ‘Mom’ by Mistake in Front of The Whole Class—God, That Was Mortifying

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