remember the real world?

i'm not really sure why, but i've been thinking about mtv's the real world a fair bit lately. is it still airing? as far as i'm concerned, the "back to new york" season was the last watchable one. below are my five favorite seasons of the show, ranked. what are yours?

1. hawaii

can we all agree on this? it might be partially due to nostalgia for the era, but they hit casting gold with these seven strangers. we had alcoholic ruthie, adorable matt and colin, annoying amaya, charismatic teck, evil justin, and evil/naked kaia. from the moment they started skinny-dipping on the first episode, i was ALL IN.

2. boston

there was the fact that everyone had super-weird names: elka! montana! genesis! syrus! kameelah! there was also montana and her boyfriend vaaaaaj's tumultuous relationship: one minute, they're hanging a "gone sexin'" sign on the bedroom door. the next, he's screaming "WHORE!" at her on the phone. this clip is absolute gold.



and how can we forget elka and her rocker hottie boyfriend, walter? i wonder whatever happened to those two crazy kids. finally, i definitely credit the dreamy jason (along with brandon boyd in incubus' "drive" video) for making me feel all of the feelings at age 14 or whenever i happened upon my first marathon of RW boston:

I'M LIKE HEY, WHAT'S UP, HELLO.

i still wander by the house, which is now a community center, when i'm in beacon hill. if walls could talk, amiright?

3. new orleans

if there were a list of best real world musical moments, david broome's awesomely, awesomely bad "come on be my baby tonight" (a total rip-off of "luck be a lady tonight") would be my #1 forever and ever. the original clip is on youtube, but this parody is sooo much better and makes me cry with laughter:



seriously, words can't describe the joy this song has brought to myself and my friends over the past 15 years. like, when i was in new orleans about a year and a half ago, i actually made a sign that said "come on be my baby tonight" and stood in front of the RW mansion for a photo-op that didn't quite pan out. anybody else? no? cool. anyways, the cast was rounded out by mormon julie, orange-haired matt, rugged jamie, sassy melissa, hot danny, and ho-hum kelley (who's now married to scott wolf...um, wut).

SQUEE-DA-BU-DWEE-DA-BU-DWEE.

4. seattle 

who could forget the slap heard 'round the world??



the nathan/david bromance was cool, too. oh, and lindsay! i totally wanted to be lindsay when i grew up.

5. miami

so spicy! to be honest, all i really remember about this season was the scandalous "shower scene," and the "WAS IT F-IN' YOURS TO OPEN UP, YOU STUPID BITCH?!" scene:



but that's totally enough to lock this season down at a solid #5.

the best of texts from friends

there's really nothing like a great text from a friend, is there? sure, IRL interaction and phone calls are great, but text is a fine art that -- when done well -- can make a much bigger impact. after receiving a particularly amazing one the other day, i decided to comb my inbox archives for some gems.

i found ...

style statements:

potentially dangerous words of encouragement:

liberating proclamations:

philosophical discussions on emoji:

hilarious thursday night observations:

a vote of confidence when i came face-to-face with a former flame's new chick:

musings on fallen pop stars:

drug-fueled nonsense:

pure silliness:

and a succinct summary of late-20s single life:

what are your favorite friend texts?

place i love: portland, maine

this past weekend, i spent a little over 24 hours in the "other" portland: y'know, the one in maine. while i've never been to its oregon counterpart, i do have to imagine that the two cities are similar in a lot of ways (or, maybe just one way: BEARDS). regardless, it had been about 3 years since my last visit, and i was even more excited because one of my oldest friends is now living there, and showed me a whole 'nother side to the city.

i knew i was in for a good time as soon as i set foot in his big, airy apartment on the east end of town. there was a hammock and a fireplace and a guitar in the living room, and i fell in love:

it reminded me of a time i went to go visit my cousin in this massive old apartment she shared with like 6 other people in somerville around 1998, and there were lots of books and guided by voices CDs and all sorts of cool shit that basically changed the trajectory of my life (ok, i'm exaggerating a bit). but seriously, it felt like the lemonheads were about to start playing and jordan catalano was going to pop out of one of the bedrooms. for this reason, i let this apartment become my '90s muse. it was great. i also flopped into the hammock after our saturday night of eating and drinking. glorious!

anyways, the day began with a stroll along the eastern promenade, which sits on casco bay.

we pressed on to old port, the "touristy" district:

after lunch and an afternoon beer at an irish pub, we hopped on the ferry to peaks island, where we hiked around and tried unsuccessfully to climb up to the top of this fort thing:

we saw some cute buoys (and boys?) and cute houses and other cute stuff, and ate some ice cream.

a visit to the west end, which is full of funky stores and cafes, rounded out the afternoon.

jacob's cousin runs an art gallery in this neighborhood, so we paid her a visit after i got some incredible vintage acid-washed cut-offs at a boutique called moody lords and browsed the vinyl at strange maine.

next on the agenda: fancy drinks at top of the east in the eastland hotel. i got the "bluth's banana," which had chocolate bitters, banana liqueur, rum, and egg whites. tipsy town, population moi!

and what do you do when you're half-drunk in maine? you call a goddamn uber to take you across town to portland lobster company and set fetty wap's "trap queen" as the soundtrack, while your cranky 60 year-old driver complains, "what is this? never heard it. oh yaaaah, this is great. real great." THEN, you order lobster mac and cheese (or an old-fashioned lobster roll) that costs a million dollars and rub elbows with surfer brahs at a picnic table. perfection!

earlier in the day, we passed this dive called mama's crowbar, and i was really intrigued. the sign promised "beer. friends. music. prose." and it certainly delivered at least 3/4 of those things (prose is questionable.)

the place is beer only and cash only, with white christmas lights, trivial pursuit cards on the bar, and a soundtrack that includes the cardigans, the magnetic fields, and tom waits. in other words, my kinda spot. it was the perfect choice for a nightcap, as there was only a handful of customers that came and went over the couple hours we were there, and the bartender was a sweetheart. apparently, it's closing in a month or so. i'm glad i got to experience the magic before it's gone for good!

sunday was basically just a coffee and breakfast tour of portland. it started at hilltop coffee, a great east end cafe where we pre-gamed our brunch with coffee and croissants/bagels and did half of the crossword in the alt-monthly before we gave up.

by the time we walked over to hot suppa and waited the half-hour to be seated on the patio, i was ready to go ham on some smoked salmon. during the walk, i saw some great sights:

before i hit the road, we made one last stop at tandem, a holier-than-thou hipster haven where the man bun contingent was WAY TOO HIGH. wanted to cut 'em all off. however, the malt iced coffee was crazy good and gave me just the caffeine boost i needed to deal with new england sunday traffic.

while it can probably get pretty brutal in the winter, portland is a beautiful city that's half-hipster, half-hippie, and all awesome. already looking forward to our next rendezvous!