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  1. The Land of Happy

    August 11, 2011 by parry

    In case you missed the memo, I recently got back from a 10-day vacay at Topsail Beach, NC (with the majority of my mother’s extended family, who all hail from “Little” Washington, NC. If you’re not familiar with this gem of a town in Eastern North Carolina, that is another story for another, more profane day). From said vacay I received the following: a sunburn, heightened blood pressure, approx. 7 extra pounds, assorted freckles, a feather/tinsel hairpiece that is a lot cooler than it sounds, a small, single ear piercing that is ALSO a lot cooler than it sounds, a handful of hangovers and a partridge in a pear tree.

    And in the words of Miley Cyrus, it was “pretty cool!” (sidenote: I LOVE THIS SKIT – WATCH IT).

    Srsly. All in all, we had a superfun time, everyone (mostly) got along (which was nothing short of miracle), and the icing on the cake was being able to share it all with A Painted Shel’s illustrator HERSELF (Erin) and bestie/Bon Iver-loving Elaine! In between my friends and family, the sun and the sand, the copious amounts of free food and booze, the general lack of New York-y obligations … Suddenly, I found myself in The Land of Happy (from L to R: Elaine, Erin, Me).

    “The Land of Happy” from Where the Sidewalk Ends

    Have you been to the land of happy,
    Where everyone’s happy all day,
    Where they joke and they sing
    Of the happiest things,
    And everything’s jolly and gay?
    There’s no one unhappy in Happy
    There’s laughter and smiles galore.
    I have been to The Land of Happy -
    What a bore.

    - Shel Silverstein

    But yeah, I mean, after 10 days of all that happy, who wouldn’t want to come back to The Land of Grumpy? Angry New Yorkers are where it’s AT! They my peoples now.

    xoxo

    parrypants (&erin.elizabethpaxson)


  2. That’s Fucking Stupid

    June 29, 2011 by parry

    So like, a month or so ago, my BFF Elaine called me as she was drunk stumbling home from a bar at the beach. Which is like, the equivalent of a rape whistle and/or mase when you’re hammed. You know when you like, probably shouldn’t be walking through an area alone at night to begin with, and then on top of that, you’ve got the diagonal walk going on, so like, for whatever reason, a voice on the other end of the phone is super comforting and will TOTALLY prevent you from getting abducted by a horny, raving lunatic? Yeah. Well, it’s fucking stupid, but that’s not what I was getting at.

    I mentioned Bon Iver at some point and she was all like “HAH. Wait. What did you just say? It’s BON EYE-VER, dude.” And I was all like, “No girl, it’s BONE IH-VAIR,” and then she goes, “First of all, there’s no way that’s right. And second of all, that’s fucking stupid. I-V-E-R? That fucking spells EYE-VER, not IH-VAIR.” And I was like, “Okay I’ll be sure to holler at his publicist and let them know that’s not working for you.”

    So, Elaine. Here you go. If the internet says its so, then so it is. And for the record, I agree with you. It’s kind of fucking stupid.