It took two trips to get back to the tulip festival (I first attended in 2011); the first was on a Sunday and we sat in stop and go traffic for more than six hours, still never got within striking distance of the fields, and I was ready to blow a gasket. May everyone who cut in front of us during the four hours we sat in the exit lane’s toenails fall off, and may they also get an eyelash in their eye that they can’t get out, and that might help them feel a fraction of the annoyance I felt with them for deciding they were too good to wait in line like everyone else. The second attempt, on a Tuesday, was smooth sailing the entire way. If you want to go, check the bloom maps and avoid the weekend if at all possible to save yourself a lot of agony. The visit is worth the effort it takes to get there–the swaths of color splashed across the ground is invigorating to the eye and the creative spirit. It makes me want to rip down all of the brush behind my house and have my own mini tulip fields so I can experience a bit of this glory every day of the season!
Nom or Vom: Blue Balls the ice cream
Photo from Lick Me I’m Delicious
Lick Me I’m Delicious created a custom ice cream flavor for “an A-list celebrity client” (of course, your average butthole on the street isn’t going to dose all of his buddies with prescription drugs for funsies): champagne and Viagra. Each scoop of ice cream is dosed with 25mgs Viagra and flavored like champagne. Obviously the only way you’d be able to try this concoction for now is to make it yourself, but the question here is WOULD you eat it, not WILL you eat it. What say you, nom or vom?
Pros: Dude, not only did you eat ice cream and catch a buzz, you also caught a boner! High five! Or low five! You have a celebrity friend, congratulations! You’re basically eating exclusivity, that’s what it tastes like.
Cons: The potential for getting a boner for more than four hours because you ate too much ice cream, champagne headaches, alcohol and sugar headaches, the very real possibility that you’ll get a boner from this novelty item and then have nothing to do but waggle it around aimlessly in front of your so-called friends, and any of the myriad side effects listed on boner commercials: Bladder pain, burning feeling in the chest or stomach, burning, crawling, itching, numbness, prickling, “pins and needles” or tingling feelings, cloudy or bloody urine, dizziness, increased frequency of urination, indigestion, painful urination, upset stomach, tenderness in the stomach area, abnormal vision, anxiety, behavior change similar to drinkenness, bleeding of the eye, blurred vision, bone pain, breast enlargement, chest pain, chills, cold sweats, confusion, convulsions, cool and pale skin, deafness or hearing loss, difficulty concentrating, double vision, drowsiness, dry eyes, dry mouth, dryness, redness, scaling, or peeling of the skin, excessive hunger, eye pain, fainting, fast, irregular, or pounding heartbeat, feeling of something in the eye, fever or chills, severe headache, heart failure, hives, increased sweating, increased thirst, itching, lower back or side pain, severe nausea, nightmares, painful, swollen joints, prolonged, painful erection of penis, seeing shades of colors differently than before, sensitivity to light, shakiness, skin lesions with swelling, slurred speech, sore throat, sudden weakness, trouble breathing, unusual tiredness or weakness, blindness, diarrhea, ear pain, drooling, vomiting, failure to climax, ringing in ears….
What’s older: older than the hills or old as shit?
It’s my birthday! Now that I’m old and boring and can’t seem to put a party together to save my life, let’s look back at some of the better birthday parties I’ve had:
I just now realized there was never a post about Sparkle Party, my 30th, where we did it up in Vegas, and apparently there never will be because I’ve somehow misplaced the photos. Rest assured, everyone was eye-searingly sparkilicious.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go shake a cane and yell at teenagers and I am not even joking.







