welcome to elaney!

“The other day my co-workers were joking about banishing the 1% to an island.  I was like, uh, can I go there to find a husband?”  - Reader Melby

They say nobody loves you like your emum, but we’d say no one loves you as uniquely as your brothers.  Our bros (who adamantly demand to be unnamed on elaney) sent us our valentine in the mail today.  A bunch of random free spiff they found around their office and a card that plays music in Spanish.  Signed “Roberto.”  Nothing says sibling love like total randomness.

Most of you know that we’re pretty addicted to long distance running.  However, in the past few months, we’ve started to realize that we may be approaching the beginning of the end of the marathoning.  Yesterday, after running the Birmingham Half Marathon in 20 degree temperature, and being basically nonfunctional for about 7 hours (Reader Betsy described it best, “You’re like an 8 year old the morning after a sleepover, wailing crying saying, “I’m NOT tired!!!!), we realized that perhaps it’s time to start to slow down (pun intended) on the pastime we love the most.  Is it over?  No (emum, please don’t send us this blog post when we sign up for our one last quest for Boston).  But is it the beginning of the end for the marathoning?  Probably.  Sigh.  Dear pavement (around mile 18), You’ve been good to us.  We’ll miss you.  What have you had to give up due to age or circumstance that you’ve loved the most?!

"Umm Laney. Are you okay?" -pretty much everyone that saw me yesterday.

After Brad and Jen got divorced and Brad and Angie posed in a 70 page photo shoot in W magazine, Jen famously said, “Brad seems to have a sensitivity chip missing.”  (BTW, Team Aniston forever).  Well, we must confess.  Nicholas Sparks movies make us feel like we have the same problem.  Look, we know you ladies love some The Notebook, but our viewing experience consisted of us sitting there stone faced in a theater full of weeping women.  I’ve teared up more during allergy season.  Oh and don’t get us started on A Walk to Remember.  We’d pretty much rather paint our bedroom bubblegum pink than endure the cloying sweetness of Mandy Moore’s character for another 2 hours.  And then we had the unfortunate experience of seeing Dear John on a plane.  We thought Delta might as well just bring back their trays of chicken parmesan and wither-y spinach if the goal was to make us completely nauseous.  So, no.  ”I do” not want to say “I do” to The Vow.  What about you?  Do you looooove some Nicholas Sparks or are you more excited that Reader JLAL is taking The Vow for real??

Our dear friend Kate and fellow Vandy alum is now a stand up comedian in NYC.  She’s doing a series of web videos right now…exploring some lesser frequented haunts in NYC.  Check her out at the skate park and the bodega, or watch our favorite below…her trip to the tattoo parlor.  ”Do you guys have any locations in Nantucket?”

Official Sunday Bar email 1/29/12:

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Sunday Barflies,

At Sunday Bar, we pride ourselves on the range of our beverages almost as much as we pride ourselves on the fact  they all contain alcohol.   Variety is a key facet of our enterprise.  We shun the masculine/feminine labels that too often comes with beverage selection, and we encourage our patrons to enjoy the drink on its own terms.  In a sense, we’re kind of like the Gloria Steinem of the cocktail world.  

But this week’s drink is definitely girly.  There’s no way around it.  It’s so girly that I had to get super-girly Barfly elaney to introduce it with an extra-girly announcement.  As evidence of how girly it is, please note that elaney has actually achieved the enduring feminist goal of reducing the number of words in the term “Super Bowl.”  Guys of Sunday Bar, I encourage you to go to the Elaney website and launch your complaints.  Following her frivolous announcement about “champagne-induced giggling,” I have some important administrative notes that I could not in good conscience delegate to a woman.

Without further ado, ELANEY:

Let’s get real, Barmaids.

We love our purses and we lust for expensive shoes, but as every elaney girl knows, sometimes a champagne flute is a girl’s best accessory.  So, tell us ladies.  Is it just us, or has the male dominated culture of Sunday bar gotten you down?  Do you feel like you have to drink Old Fashioneds and wear an ascot to be accepted?  Are you tired of your Tory Burch boots going unnoticed?  Have you had it with your Kate Spade tops smelling of campfire?!?!  Well suffer silently no more.  It’s ladies night at Sunday Bar, so grab your favorite cocktail ring and get ready to roll out the pink carpet.  

Come join the team from elaney for Champagne Cocktails (and champagne induced giggling).  We’ll provide the spirits; you provide your inner girlie girlie.  Come ready to discuss The Bachelor, the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills finale, and scoop on Heidi Klum and Seal’s divorce.  Conversations on the Superbowl need not apply, but any feather boa is a friend of ours.  See ya on Sunday…in pink and pearls.  

xoxo,

elaney  

Important Administrative Notes:

- Event kicks off at 7:30 at 1857 Volberg St. NW 30318.  Beer, wine, snacks, donations, desserts, etc. are welcome but not required.  HOWEVER, guys should think extra hard about bringing beer this week, or they will only have champagne to wash down their shame.

- If you were left off last week’s email, I apologize.  I’m reconstructing my email list after my computer was stolen.  Hopefully everyone is back.

- Bring anyone – all are invited!

See you at the Bar!

Tommy

Is it just us, or are the Best Picture nods a total disappointment?  We haven’t seen them all, but we thought Warhorse was basically a rich man’s Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken, and while The Descendants was good…it was no Sideways (not to mention the crown jewel of Alexander Payne, Election, aka elaney in high school).  The Help and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (which we haven’t seen) seem to be a bit sentimental for Best Pics, and as far as The Artist goes, we think we’ll stick with talkies.  Midnight in Paris was very charming, but Best Picture worthy?  We’re not sure.  And finally, Tree of Life was the worst movie we’ve seen in a long time.  Sure, it’s artsy and arguably well done, but it was a little bit forced and frankly, boring.  What did you think?  Are you disappointed in 2011′s options and longing for the years like 2007 with The Queen, The Departed, Babel, and Little Miss Sunshine?