raised on a diet of broken biscuits

all right people. let's talk about responsibility. clearly these days we have none. yes, yes we spend my days pouring over textbooks and pedagogical theory and coming up with some way to integrate ideas of social justice into my curriculum for the fall oh and teaching summer school, but really, responsibility has gone out the window. our to-do list keeps growing longer but as soon as we leave campus everyday our nights have been filled with all kinds of trouble.

For example lets talk about Friday night (a now regular affair of Stevie B, Mrs. Robinson and your favorite VTB editor which has been so appropriately been dubbed rock and roll fridays), it began unsurprisingly enough with a bottle of wine at good ole 'inoteca (there's been rumor that we're going to get our own table there - mafia style with a little brass nameplate) and the always ensuing battle over whether we're going to be drinking red or white. after polisihing off the bottle, it was time to head over to 151 - 2 for 1 before 10 (yes it was barely 9 by the time we were on our second establishment of the evening) we walked into blaring stones and tall more vodka then tonics with the appropriate LEMON and the arrival of a fellow fellow and her mate. there were foreign girls who didn't know who johnny cash was, retelling the now infamous boricua from the streets story (way more interesting and funnier than jenny from the block) and more grey goose....

then of course it was off to orchard bar and stolen transmission. we got stevie b to dance, mrs robinson had to bow out - too drunk to continue on, Mr. A the 2nd bought us quite a few drinks, and the stalking continued (baby steps here people, we're coming ever closer to the goal at hand).

rock and roll friday slowly faded into totally useless saturday, where instead of writing papers we spent most of the day reading the paper, snoozing, and nursing a wicked hangover. thats ok, we said, we have all day sunday to work. HAH!

sunday was all about barbecuing in prospect park - scoping out the perfect spot for color war, playing volleyball and accidentally hitting a little kid on the head, drinking and playing whiffle ball. S and P didn't get as lucky as we did the other week and were slapped with summonses for having open containers - sucks since they live in DC and have to travel back here to go to court. as the sun went down, it seemed that there was no chance of us getting any work done, so it was off to meet D-Boy and JLip to continue the drinking. After a brief stop somewhere near union square (amazing that they got us above houston), we headed to lit, empty because everyone was either out of town or at motherf**ker we did shots and moved on to meet RJL at the porch - it was then that we realized it was 3am and we had to be up to cater a wedding on staten island at 6am...

and yes its tuesday and no we haven't crossed anything off of our to-do list, and yes instead of trying to knock some of it out now we're posting. clearly we have our priorities properly lined up...

this week brings jonny lives at lit, a neverstop party with topshelf open bar, sammy j's bachelorette party, our return to misshapes and who knows what else...

so how was your weekend?