This Is How We Do Superbowl

Like the rest of Connecticut, we didn’t have much at stake for this particular Superbowl–but we watched it anyway. And it went a little something like this:

Middletown Explosion

Even we wouldn’t try and be funny about this. Our thoughts are with you.

Support the Silver Fox

Go support our Sugar Daddy! (P.S. Hot suit, Colin!)

We plan poorly. Therefore we won’t be able to turn out, in force, to support the closest thing we’ve got to a Sugar Daddy during his next brilliant performance…so we’re asking you to.

Who is our Sugar Daddy, you ask. Well, clearly you don’t read the blog enough… Who else could it be but Colin McEnroe? And he is performing in “Love Letters” at the Little Theater of Manchester on Saturday, Feb. 6 at 8 p.m.

It’s probably better that we don’t go. Despite her usually stellar self-control, we’re not sure the Anti-Couric could keep herself from tearing off her clothes and running onto the stage while the Silver Radio Fox is reading the romantic words of A.R. Gurney aloud.

The Dirty

Depending on how often you read this blog, or how often you chat with me, you may or may not have heard about my theory that Connecticut (specifically Fairfield County) is turning into New Jersey. All one has to do is drive down the streets and pass the McMansions and overly tanned girls in Uggs–carrying ugly Coach purses with the big “Cs” all over them–to know that the land of be-pearled WASP is no more. PrissyBitch is doing her best to bring it back, but I’m afraid it may be doomed after this:

Dive Quest: The Crawl

Starting off at Ray Kelly's.

Those of you who thought PrissyBitch stopped writing for us because her husband finally wised up and sent her off to rehab were wrong. She’s actually been busy applying to graduate schools, and helping other rich socialites raise money for stuff. However, things might change soon because she got into Yale yesterday…and we celebrated by killing off some brain cells.

We were going to head back to Oasis, but we didn’t want to die before she even got to go to her first class. Since we didn’t have a posse in tow, and we were celebrating getting into the Ivy League, we thought it was best not to go back to that little gem. Instead, we went down to Fairfield Avenue in Bridgeport, and started wandering. It didn’t take me long to realize that we were going to have one hell of a Dive Quest installment on our hands.

Get Out Your Riot Gear!

I thought Dave Matthews had given up on music and was just guest-starring as a “half-wit” on House or singing terrible duets with tiny Kenny Chesney, but apparently good ole DMB is planning another assault on Hartford.

There Is No God!

A just and loving God would never allow so much suffering to happen…and by suffering, I mean the pain I feel at watching Elizabeth Hasselback rattle off her political agenda at warp speed while Linda McMahon starts to look more and more like M. Jodi on ‘roids.

Future Serial Killer on the Loosey-Goosey

(ALAN CHANIEWSKI / FOX 61 / January 21, 2010)

I won’t pretend to be a big fan of geese or ducks or whatever the hell this thing is (clearly the Courant isn’t sure), but I do have an odd sort of respect for them. Those little bastards who crap all over our parks, and chase us away from our ponds, mate for life and I think that’s kinda cool. So, it’s pretty f*d up that someone would kill a goose — or anything — for no reason, and more importantly I think it’s the sign that Meriden has a budding serial killer on its hands:

“It looked like it had been run over,” he said. The bird had a wound about as wide as a car tire, he said.

There was a sign it wasn’t an accident: A note was left at the scene, he said.

The note, which lacked punctuation, reads: “Killed with intent how pathetic we are as a species”

Dear Massachusetts,

Thanks for nothing.

XoXo,

Connecticut

Just in case you’re one of the 7 people who haven’t seen “Rent”…

Invasion of the Masshole

Instead of heading to another Dive Bar this weekend, we took some time out of our busy schedules to attend a friend’s “space themed” party. And by “we,” I mean the PrissyBitch, myself, and Al (who you may know from such adventures as The Four-Day Birthday Extravaganza). We put quite a bit of work into our costumes: Al and I were constellations (I was Leo, she was Sagittarius) and PrissyBitch was a preppy alien. And for awhile, things were going quite well…until they weren’t.

He Said/She Said: TV Executives

We here at The CuT have been thinking an awful lot TV executives lately. Like the rest of America, we’ve been watching two dramas play out on our screens. One is a true tragedy, unraveling in a completely devastated Haiti. The other, is a feud between a bunch of rich white guys — and we find ourselves siding with the funniest of the rich, Conan O’Brien (a fellow CT-resident, or at least he used to be). But since we’re all pissed at TV execs for different reasons, we think it’s time to air our grievances publicly.

Hot Tomato’s: Just Lukewarm

Hot Tomato's is located in Union Place (the Hartford train station)

Saturday night, The Boyfriend and I headed to Hot Tomato’s in Hartford for dinner. We had made reservations, but as we were visiting friends at Hartford Hospital, we were late and they had given our table away. I totally understand that–but the place was not that busy (an entire section was empty), and the hostess was one of those who enjoys what little power she has just a little too much. In other words, she was just plain rude–to the point where we almost left. Instead, we headed to the bar where they serve a full menu. Poor choice.

New Year’s Eve in Da Beat

I was looking at some photos on The Courant’s website of NYE parties in Hartford. I didn’t see anything very interesting, except a pattern of sorts where the girls get dressed up like they’re going to the Grammys (in much warmer weather), and the dudes dress like they’re getting drunk at a sports bar. See for yourself.

Dive Quest: Kelly’s

Because we value your input we tried to continue our Dive Quest using one of your suggestions: Silk City in Manchester. But then we found out it closed three weeks ago. The only people inside the building were renovating it. So, we had to abort that mission, but I wasn’t giving up on my plan to get drunk. The Asian Persuasion and I met up with the Gay Guru and his date at the Hartford Road Cafe to plot out our course of action.