Grindr-ing the Night Away

Dear Besties,

Last weekend, I was in the great gay nation of San Francisco for a convention of homosexual journalists. Not that I am one of those mind you. That would be gross. Anyway, after the first day of conventioneering, a few friends and I went out for dinner. It was me, my two boyfriends and three other menfolk whom I did not know eating reasonably priced tapas in the financial district. What fun!

Anyway, no sooner had I begun congratulating myself on scoring a date with five attractive gay men when nearly all of them whipped out their computer phones and began tapping away at the screens. Now, I know I’m no picture to look at, but I’m a reasonably skilled conversationalist, especially with gay boys. Just throw out an “I love your (fill in the blank)” or “You look like you’ve lost weight” and you’ve earned a friend for life.

Continue reading

2 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

I See Jesus In My Toast

Dear Besties,

This morning, as I was making my toast, I heard a quirky little newsbit on NPR. It went a little something like this: “Some crazy-ass Vermont company is making toasters that crisp up your bread in the shape of Jesus. Isn’t that cute?”

Immediately, my own toast — a perfect, even brown, still hot from its descent into my Michael Graves for Target Black & Decker toaster — felt inadequate. Literally, it had a self-esteem meltdown. And, I have to admit, I liked my plain-Jane toast a little less after I heard what it could be — a glutenous slab of grain emblazoned with our savior’s face. Now I need that Jesus Toaster. Bad.

The Jesus Toaster is the brainchild of Galen Dively III, founder of Burnt Impressions, LLC, a company that began making novelty toasters this spring. From their HQ in Danville, Burnt Impressions sells toasters that will brand Jesus’ face, peace signs or marijuana leaves into your toast. Because nothing says good morning like heady, pro-weed toast.

3 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Tegan & Sara Banter in B-Town

Last Thursday, Canadian superduo/ world’s chattiest identical twins Tegan and Sara fluttered into town for their first show in Burlington since Higher Ground was in Winooski about nine years ago. All I have to say about that is, it’s about flipping time.

Ok, I have a few other things to say about their descent on our micropolis. But first, I want you to watch this little video of the sibs bantering during the show about tiny staircases, being rich and gratitude. (Please keep in mind that I am not Eva Solberger and thus the quality of my videography is somewhere between drunken frat party footage and that home video of your ninth birthday.)

Continue reading

Leave a Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Me in the Klink?

Because I am a complete navel gazer, I want to know everything there is to know about me. Particularly, I want to know everything there is to know about me on the WWW. Which is why I have a Google Alert set up with my name. Yep, that’s right. I don’t even have to manually ego-surf anymore; Google does it for me.

Basically, what this means is that when I do something awesome, Google lets me know about it. Like when I Tweet about being hungry or using the toilet, my Lauren Ober Google Alerts light up. Or when I blog about lost sweatshirts or cats stuck in trees, I am notified of my aforementioned awesomeness.

Continue reading

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Lighters Up: The Lil Kim Experience

Dear besties,

Here’s one important thing you need to know about hip-hop queen Lil’ Kim: she loves Vermont. Like, a lot. She told us so about 350 times at Wednesday night’s show at Higher Ground.

But she doesn’t love us in the same way that your grandma loves you. She doesn’t want to bake you cookies or tousle your hair. No, she loves us in that freak-nasty, look-where-I-can-put-my-leg kind of way. Basically, she wants to fuck our brains out. Which kind of makes up for the fact that her show, all 60 minutes of it, was really a lackluster parade of old beats and late ’90s hip-hop standards.

I hate saying that about Lil’ Kim. I mean, she’s the Queen Bee, the Original Bitch, the Black Barbie. And she’s a felon. She’s done hard time. But maybe she lost a little something during her year spent in the Philadelphia Federal Detention Center. For a woman who plied her trade in extreme raunch (read the lyrics to “Suck My Dick“), her vanilla show left a little to be desired.

Of all the shows I have ever attended at Higher Ground, this is the first where I have been greeted at the door by a pat-down. I kind of liked it. It made me feel like the show I was about to see had some element of danger. Like there was going to be some sort of Hot 97-esque shootout. You know, with all our rival hip-hop crews here in Vermont.

Continue reading

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Rachael Ray Wants to Join My Motorcycle Gang

Dear Rach (cuz we’re tight like that),

Thank you so much for having me (and 35 other people) to dinner on Friday night. I very much enjoyed your company, and your fetching brown top. I wanted to follow up on a couple of things and figured this letter would be the best way to go about it, seeing as how you neglected to give me your number (though somehow you managed to get mine. Hit me on my cellie, girl!)

Just some photos of us, laughing at each other.

As we discussed over fancy pizza and endless thimbles full of limoncello, yes, I think it’s a great idea that you join my motorcycle gang, the Ginger-Haired Devils. I am willing to overlook the fact that you don’t have red hair if you are willing to overlook the fact that I don’t own a motorcycle, nor do I know how to ride one.

Our jackets will be way cooler than this.

Also, if you formally join the gang, that will bring membership up to two, so that’s not much of a gang. If you have some suggestions as to whom we might invite into the fold, I’m all ears. But don’t ask Rosie O’Donnell because I think one lesbian is quite enough. Ditto on Gayle King. However, I will make an exception for my good friend and yours, Kim Severson, author of the bitchin’ new memoir Spoon Fed: How Eight Cooks Saved My Life. By the way, have you read the chapter about you in the book yet? You should. It’s delish.

Continue reading

2 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Fat-grabbing with Kaki King

Dear besties,

Last week, it was my birthday. Perhaps you were aware of that, since it’s the most important day on our modern Gregorian calendar, Anyway, for my birthday, guitar virtuoso Kaki King decided to come to Burlington and play a show for me, along with some other people I didn’t invite (like that drunk guy in the red T-shirt).

Kaki King is a fave of mine. I like the way she loves her guitar into submission. And I like that she’s not your typical singer-songwriter, any-old-strummer-with-a-heartbreak-and-a-guitar kind of musician. She’s slick and witty and her guitar-playing face is what I imagine her O-face to look like. Even better.

Of course, I arrived at the show a bit late and missed the opener, a brilliant little Australian duo called An Horse (the second time I’ve missed their opening act. Apologies, Aussie friends.) When I got there, Kaki was already three songs into an ambitious two-hour set.

Continue reading

7 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

Miss Congeniality Was Congenial, Just Not in Vermont

Dear besties,

From the Department of Big-Ass Mea Culpas:

Well, friends, it turns out that America’s favorite scrappy-do movie star was NOT actually in Vermont over Easter. Contrary to what I wrote a little more than a week ago and what a number of online gossip sites “reported” around that time, Sandra Bullock did not dine at the Fair Haven Inn on the day Jesus rose from the dead.

Yikes! That means I was wrong. But how could that have happened? I’m never wrong.

Continue reading

Leave a Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Sandra Bullock Dries Her Tears… In Vermont

Dear besties,

A few days after Sandra Bullock took home the Oscar for best gal-next-door actress, it was revealed that her motorcyclist husband Jesse James was slumming it with a woman who has multiple facial tattoos and a fascination with White Power. Classy.

Naturally, our pal Sandy went into hiding after the philandering was revealed. What else do you do when your husband, whom you credit your career turnaround, has been caught engaging in a colossal act of scumbaggery?

But Sandy, sweet Sandy, didn’t bury her head under a mountain of eiderdown pillows on her California king-size bed. No, the Blind Side sasspot repaired to the Vermont countryside where she could cry on the shoulder of her sister Gesine far from the long lenses of the Hollywood paps. Gesine used to own the eponymous bakery in Montpelier and currently peddles fancy French macarons (they’re not macaroons, you philistine hayseeds) from somewhere in southern Vermont.

Continue reading

2 Comments

Filed under Uncategorized

“Project Runway” Wants Vermonters!

The other day Tim Gunn, the kindly mentor on Lifetime’s “Project Runway” and all-around dashing fellow, gave me a call. He was all like “Hi, Lauren. This is Tim Gunn. Can you get some Vermonters to audition for “Project Runway”? We’re tired of these slick city kids and their geometric, bedazzled pap. Thanks.” Then he gave me air kisses over the phone and hung up before I could say anything.

Continue reading

Leave a Comment

Filed under Uncategorized