2008 could have been a better year. Without going into specifics, what should have been one of the best years of my life (senior year! graduating college! Entering the real world! Being an adult!) quickly dissolved into a year of stress, sadness, and a lot of loneliness. Details aren’t really important, but overall 2008 pretty much bit it (save for a few redeeming moments with the people who make my world go ‘round).
New years is nice and all, however, I prefer to break my years up by age. After all, I feel that from 16-22 every single year I was a distinctly different human being at each age interval. At 22 I am content and happy with myself whereas at 16 i was an insecure mess (okay, I'll admit it, I was a bit on the emo-kid side. 16 wasn't very sweet to me. I had a tortured soul, but at least I outgrew it). 17 was “omg get me out of here” and 18 was…well, I don’t really remember much of it (thanks to my first year in a city still run by Napoleonic code). 19 was hurricane- survival, recovery and revival. At 20 I met many of my closest friends, my brothers, my lifelines of support and the people who changed me forever and all for the better. 21- for those of you paying attention- could have gone better for reasons still undisclosed. But at least I could drink in public, in any city I so desired. No longer an outlaw, I became officially legit.
Anyway, this is all leading up to New Years Resolutions and why I never make them. Because to me, December 31st 2008 is exactly the same as January 1st 2009. I’ll still be 22 and in my mind my new year started October 5th. And really, its an appropriate starting date. I began my job on October 1st which really started a whole new chapter of my life. I love my job, I look forward to going to work in the morning and I think about it often on the weekends. It is also nice to be validated as worth giving money to- I like things to come with a price tag because I like to quantify and even if I'm not worth very much right now, I am working my way up. I also have much less time to mope about missing New Orleans and have gotten out a lot more, meeting some new people, getting to know my coworkers, and reconnecting with old friends. I have been meeting a lot of people lately and I believe it has to do with my hair, which looks fierce in the winter (essentially in the winter I sweat a lot less, and ergo am more attractive to strangers as a friend or potential mate or subway seat companion, as compared to the summer when I am sweaty and have a Jew-fro). Anyway, I am extremely happy and everything is working out the way I had hoped and I really couldn't possibly be more content. 22 is pretty fucking awesome so far.
But, for the sake of being festive and hearing myself talk (or, type), here are my goals for 22:
1. Keep loving work and keep working there. Uh, I love my job, have I mentioned?
2. Move out. Soon.
3. Keep saving money, which will be impossible because of number 2.
4. Network more. I seriously should be going to a lot more networking events given my business but they are SO awkward.
5. Stop being awkward. At work, on dates, in line at the super market, in life.
6. Fall less. I would like to find my center of balance on the Wii Fit and use it while doing things such as walking or standing upright.
7. Go to New Orleans soooooon! I cant wait to complain about the heat, cuddle with Jose, visit old professors and friends, happy hour at the Boot, Bourbon and ending the night at F&Ms (if you want to know the truth, I miss F&M's most of all). I'm thinking March, but I would leave tomorrow if I could.
8. Go to Seattle to see Anna. Fuck I miss her so much I can't even write about.
9. Spend more time at museums and flea markets. Furnish my new apartment with knick-knacks and feel settled and like an adult.
10. Develop a taste for fine wines and liquors. Start drinking Jack straight up at bars, enabling me to save money (See: Number 3) and look like a fucking bad ass.
11. Be an active New Yorker. Find things to do, know about things like flea markets (see: Number 9) and concerts in the park and parties BEFORE hand, instead of hearing about them later.
12. Watch less Spongebob.
13. Join a club. Maybe AKPsi alumni? Volunteer work? Something!
14. Don't become jaded. Keep being excited and enthusiastic.
15. Keep kicking some serious ass.
Anyway, for those of you who might actually read this: I got the broadcast coverage :-). I am pretty amped about it because its my first time getting any broadcast coverage ever and its on a Fox news channel on the 11 O clock news, which I feel is pretty big league for the first time. As much as I hate that it was Fox who took my virginity, I cant help but be excited.
Tomorrow I work from home in the morning and then I am staying at Marys and going to ~da club~. I am really excited to see Colleen and have a good ol' Loyola New Years in New York. I am also excited to wear my fucking sexy outfit, which really showcases my boobs in all of my glory. I plan on being pretty obliterated. Expect drunk texts.
An aside: I realize this might be the first time I have talked about my boobs on here, but I love them. It goes beyond thinking they are the most flattering part of my body (which they are, duh) but I genuinely enjoy them, think they are fun and am often times impressed with myself when I look down during the day. Its not really a sexual thing, I just love them and I am glad they are attached to my body to bounce and rest my hands on at my leisure. In all likeliness I will talk about them again because I sincerely cannot get enough of them.
Anyway, what the fuck am I going on about? Happy New Years, digital world. Be safe, drink a lot, and send me a dirty text message. We'll both forget about it by morning.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Jewish Christmas
For years, I denied my heritage. Yes- I was Jewish when I wanted to be different. Yes- I would always know a correct spelling for Chanukah when asked. Yes- I would open the door for Elijah. Yes- I would expect eight wonderful gifts and latkes and maybe even play the Dreidel l if there was money or good chocolate involved.
But Fuck No Moses, I was not giving up Christmas.
In high school, come Christmas time, I’d find myself getting uncharacteristically excited. Uncharacteristic because 1. I am a Jew, through and through. And 2. I’m not really the festive type. But Christmas always got to me. I loved the lights, loved the Christmas specials and the merriment and the shopping and the time off school and buying gifts and receiving them and always figuring out who had who for Secret Santa and ruining Aimee’s entire year. When I worked at the daycare (which was nearly all of high school) we would start using Santa as a threat immediately after Thanksgiving. For those of you who have never worked in childcare or actually like your children, the threat goes something like this “If you do not sit down and listen I am telling Santa not to come and to give all of your toys to the good little children, you nasty little brat!” or, the shorter version “Santa is watching and he is pissed”. Sometimes, when feeling particularly malicious, I would whip out my cell phone and pretend to call him until I heard the magic words: “I’ll be good! I promise!”
Yeah right, like Santa would ever take a call from a Jew.
During those times, I had a best friend, a BFF if you will, who always invited me to her apartment for Christmas merriment with her family. I loved those Christmas days. So cozy and warm, wearing a Christmas themed outfit, assembling her little sister’s presents from Santa, chatting with her family, eating so much shrimp that the food coma came long before the main course was served and watching a Christmas Story over and over again. Good times had by all of Jesus’ children. And me.
As often happens, said BFF started dating a psycho and moved on from us. Or any friends at all. Once again, that’s an entire separate post that I most likely will never be writing.
Anyway, afterwards, Christmas sort of lost its luster. Its not that I blame her entirely. I went to college where Christmas break became the much longer (and ever so missed, incidentally) winter break. I stopped working at the daycare, so there was no pitter-patter of excitement from little germ carriers. The Christmas spirit passed me over entirely, the first two weeks of the season consumed entirely by finals and the next so exhausted and happy to be home that I rarely left my house.
So I started to assimilate back into Jewish culture. Well, sort of. I’m still a heathen because lets be honest, being Jewish is a LOT of work. But, if there is one time a year where being a good Jew means being lazier than everyone else- its Christmas time. So now I have embraced the loveliness that is a Jewish Christmas.
The first Christmas after I was ditched by my BFF (not bitter), my whole family (cousins and grandparents included) went on an all inclusive vacation to a Mexican resort, which is pretty much as Jewish as you can get for Christmas, seeing as it was like Christmas never happen. We got on a plane on the 22nd, came back on the 28th and skipped the whole mess while sunning ourselves on the beach, eating and drinking unlimited amounts and getting drunk at the resorts "club" (the highlight of the decor of said "club" was a paper-mache spaceship....but hey- the drinks were free so you can't beat it*). But given that we are comfortable Jews, but not extravagant ones, that was a one time deal (although, I mentioned it this Thanksgiving and wasn’t immediately shot down, so maybe we will have to launch an 2009 nagging campaign to rediscover our Jewish heritage among the margaritas and all-you-can-eat sushi buffets).
Since then, I have really come to like not celebrating Christmas. Dare-I-say, I celebrate not celebrating. All the pressure to buy the perfect gift, all the lines at the mall, all the holiday traveling and cooking and hanging up lights and decorating trees and wearing of Christmas sweaters. No thanks. I would much rather watch a movie (or maybe two) and then nom-nom on some Chinese food. Because I like the movies, and I LOVE Chinese food, and laying in bed and watching a Christmas Story sounds like the perfect amount of holiday cheer. I don’t ever even have to change out of my yoga pants.
Today my plans are:
Sleep until 1 pm: Check
Eat Chocolate Chip Pancakes: Check
Play Wii**
Finish My Book
Start Reading a New One
Cold Case Marathon!
Hit up some online sales to try and find a New Years Dress
Talk to friends to see what loot they got
Eat Chinese Food
Have Aimee and Shayna over for Wii** and wine
Be Merry, Motherfuckers
*I went on the Iberostar website to try to find a picture of said paper-mache spaceship, because it really needs to be seen by one and all. No picture, but they have resorts in Brazil, Greece, Morocco etc. 2009 nagging campaign is SO ON. I wonder if they are offering recession deals?
**OMG WE GOT A WII! SERIOUSLY, WHO NEEDS SANTA?
But Fuck No Moses, I was not giving up Christmas.
In high school, come Christmas time, I’d find myself getting uncharacteristically excited. Uncharacteristic because 1. I am a Jew, through and through. And 2. I’m not really the festive type. But Christmas always got to me. I loved the lights, loved the Christmas specials and the merriment and the shopping and the time off school and buying gifts and receiving them and always figuring out who had who for Secret Santa and ruining Aimee’s entire year. When I worked at the daycare (which was nearly all of high school) we would start using Santa as a threat immediately after Thanksgiving. For those of you who have never worked in childcare or actually like your children, the threat goes something like this “If you do not sit down and listen I am telling Santa not to come and to give all of your toys to the good little children, you nasty little brat!” or, the shorter version “Santa is watching and he is pissed”. Sometimes, when feeling particularly malicious, I would whip out my cell phone and pretend to call him until I heard the magic words: “I’ll be good! I promise!”
Yeah right, like Santa would ever take a call from a Jew.
During those times, I had a best friend, a BFF if you will, who always invited me to her apartment for Christmas merriment with her family. I loved those Christmas days. So cozy and warm, wearing a Christmas themed outfit, assembling her little sister’s presents from Santa, chatting with her family, eating so much shrimp that the food coma came long before the main course was served and watching a Christmas Story over and over again. Good times had by all of Jesus’ children. And me.
As often happens, said BFF started dating a psycho and moved on from us. Or any friends at all. Once again, that’s an entire separate post that I most likely will never be writing.
Anyway, afterwards, Christmas sort of lost its luster. Its not that I blame her entirely. I went to college where Christmas break became the much longer (and ever so missed, incidentally) winter break. I stopped working at the daycare, so there was no pitter-patter of excitement from little germ carriers. The Christmas spirit passed me over entirely, the first two weeks of the season consumed entirely by finals and the next so exhausted and happy to be home that I rarely left my house.
So I started to assimilate back into Jewish culture. Well, sort of. I’m still a heathen because lets be honest, being Jewish is a LOT of work. But, if there is one time a year where being a good Jew means being lazier than everyone else- its Christmas time. So now I have embraced the loveliness that is a Jewish Christmas.
The first Christmas after I was ditched by my BFF (not bitter), my whole family (cousins and grandparents included) went on an all inclusive vacation to a Mexican resort, which is pretty much as Jewish as you can get for Christmas, seeing as it was like Christmas never happen. We got on a plane on the 22nd, came back on the 28th and skipped the whole mess while sunning ourselves on the beach, eating and drinking unlimited amounts and getting drunk at the resorts "club" (the highlight of the decor of said "club" was a paper-mache spaceship....but hey- the drinks were free so you can't beat it*). But given that we are comfortable Jews, but not extravagant ones, that was a one time deal (although, I mentioned it this Thanksgiving and wasn’t immediately shot down, so maybe we will have to launch an 2009 nagging campaign to rediscover our Jewish heritage among the margaritas and all-you-can-eat sushi buffets).
Since then, I have really come to like not celebrating Christmas. Dare-I-say, I celebrate not celebrating. All the pressure to buy the perfect gift, all the lines at the mall, all the holiday traveling and cooking and hanging up lights and decorating trees and wearing of Christmas sweaters. No thanks. I would much rather watch a movie (or maybe two) and then nom-nom on some Chinese food. Because I like the movies, and I LOVE Chinese food, and laying in bed and watching a Christmas Story sounds like the perfect amount of holiday cheer. I don’t ever even have to change out of my yoga pants.
Today my plans are:
Sleep until 1 pm: Check
Eat Chocolate Chip Pancakes: Check
Play Wii**
Finish My Book
Start Reading a New One
Cold Case Marathon!
Hit up some online sales to try and find a New Years Dress
Talk to friends to see what loot they got
Eat Chinese Food
Have Aimee and Shayna over for Wii** and wine
Be Merry, Motherfuckers
*I went on the Iberostar website to try to find a picture of said paper-mache spaceship, because it really needs to be seen by one and all. No picture, but they have resorts in Brazil, Greece, Morocco etc. 2009 nagging campaign is SO ON. I wonder if they are offering recession deals?
**OMG WE GOT A WII! SERIOUSLY, WHO NEEDS SANTA?
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Bring it on reverse Scurvy: An Ode to EmergenC
When my roommate arrived my freshman year of college with a first aid shoe-box filled with winter and dorm-ailments necessities, I was sure I would be putting in for a switch. Here was this girl from Arizona, armed with an arsenal of cold and flu remedies ready for the rough New Orleans winters. Was she nuts? Mentally unbalanced perhaps? A hypochondriac who would spend the entire year in bed and Lysol everything I touched for fear of germs?
Well, I was wrong. About quite a few things. First of all, my roommate was not nuts. I would have sooner cut off my right hand than voluntarily switch roommates by the second day in. We ended up living together for the remainder of college (although we did move out of the germ-infested dorms, only to be confronted with the mold infested city post-K, but that’s besides the point) and she became one of my very good friends with whom I share countless memories.
An aside: Although, in my defense, she did spend a lot of the winter in bed however, not because of hypochondria but because I have never seen anyone with a weaker immune system and allergies to generic medication. One of those treasured memories I mentioned above was having my Catholic friends over for fake-Chanukah with a Velcro Menorah and then crawling into bed with her and spoon-feeding her soup…she was too weak to sit up. It was all very Little House on the Prairie, except as far as we know she wasn’t suffering from Cholera.
I was also wrong about the first-aid shoe box, that would not only become incredibly useful, but would follow us out of the dorms, survive Katrina (unlike my bed, furniture, clothing and all other worldly possessions) and sit on the same shelf in our new apartment until the very day I moved out. It was replenished and cared for and the beacon of cures for all ailments. Menstrual cramps? Let me check the Nike box for Midol. Headache? Just do it- Advil in the Nike box. Allergies flaring up? Doctor Nike is in.
The shoe-box, it turns out, was the portal for my obsession and love for EmergenC.
For those of you unfamiliar with EmergenC, they are delicious little packets filled with 1000% of the daily value of Vitamin C. EmergenC wards off any potential illness (you know, that “ugh, I’m definitely getting sick” feeling) and gives you a boost of energy and really just tastes delicious. I have often likened the taste to Tang (mostly because while spoon-feeding it to my ex-boyfriend who was also suffering from Cholera like-symptoms, he for no apparent reason shot up in bed and said, nay shouted, “TANGY!”, which was incidentally the most animated he had been since he had become a human host for multiple unknown viruses and decided my bed would be the perfect infirmary).
Another aside: Apparently, I spoon-feed a lot of people.
Coming from a family who never made me wear a coat, let alone pumped my body with enough vitamins to kill a small goldfish, I couldn’t immediately see the benefits of EmergenC. It seemed like a marketing scam (and in truth, still does, although now instead of the word “scam”, I’d be more inclined to replace it with the word “genius”) and couldn’t possibly work. But I have been reformed.
EmergenC has saved me from many a virus. I am certain last week I would have been sprawled out in bed miserable instead of drinking martinis with my coworkers had it not been for a nearly dangerous dose of EmergenC. As I was pouring another packet in the kitchen, my coworker pointed out that too much of anything is not good and my body can’t even absorb 1000% percent of the daily value of vitamin C, let alone 4000% (okay, so I had four packets. In case you missed it, it is delicious and tastes like TANG so don’t judge me), but I am 4000% positive that EmergenC warded off whatever illness was creeping around my bloodstream (is that where viruses creep?).
But just in case I was accidentally poisoning myself, I decided to look up the dangers of having too much vitamin C. I found the standard expected stuff of course- orange skin and pupils mostly. But I also found that having too much Vitamin C and then stopping can lead to Reverse Scurvy, where your body goes into Vitamin C withdrawals. Although I am sure Reverse Scurvy is devastating to those who suffer, I cannot be alone in thinking it would be cool to have a PIRATE disease. I mean, Pirates are undeniably cool. If I were to get that disease because my EmergenC consumption is out of control, then I would surely volunteer to create the Reverse Scurvy Awareness Ribbon, which would obviously feature skulls and orange-cross bones. Really, I would be a pioneer and a champion for the cause. I would speak at dinners and make people cry and then ride the Reverse Scurvy Awareness Float at the Thanksgiving Day parade. I would obviously also get a pet Parrot named Polly, and any place that did not allow Polly on their premises would be slapped with a discrimination lawsuit. Reverse scurvy patients should not have to suffer in silence.
So really, the only risk factor involved in drinking too much EmergenC is becoming a martyr for a very worthy cause. Which is worth it, because I am very self-serving and enjoy it immensely when others think I am great. And in the meantime, I get a tasty beverage and a burst of energy AND an immune system of steel. The way I see it, its win-win.
And I hope those of you who I have spoon-fed over the years will be by my side in my hour of need, ready with spoons and non-citrus nourishment.
Well, I was wrong. About quite a few things. First of all, my roommate was not nuts. I would have sooner cut off my right hand than voluntarily switch roommates by the second day in. We ended up living together for the remainder of college (although we did move out of the germ-infested dorms, only to be confronted with the mold infested city post-K, but that’s besides the point) and she became one of my very good friends with whom I share countless memories.
An aside: Although, in my defense, she did spend a lot of the winter in bed however, not because of hypochondria but because I have never seen anyone with a weaker immune system and allergies to generic medication. One of those treasured memories I mentioned above was having my Catholic friends over for fake-Chanukah with a Velcro Menorah and then crawling into bed with her and spoon-feeding her soup…she was too weak to sit up. It was all very Little House on the Prairie, except as far as we know she wasn’t suffering from Cholera.
I was also wrong about the first-aid shoe box, that would not only become incredibly useful, but would follow us out of the dorms, survive Katrina (unlike my bed, furniture, clothing and all other worldly possessions) and sit on the same shelf in our new apartment until the very day I moved out. It was replenished and cared for and the beacon of cures for all ailments. Menstrual cramps? Let me check the Nike box for Midol. Headache? Just do it- Advil in the Nike box. Allergies flaring up? Doctor Nike is in.
The shoe-box, it turns out, was the portal for my obsession and love for EmergenC.
For those of you unfamiliar with EmergenC, they are delicious little packets filled with 1000% of the daily value of Vitamin C. EmergenC wards off any potential illness (you know, that “ugh, I’m definitely getting sick” feeling) and gives you a boost of energy and really just tastes delicious. I have often likened the taste to Tang (mostly because while spoon-feeding it to my ex-boyfriend who was also suffering from Cholera like-symptoms, he for no apparent reason shot up in bed and said, nay shouted, “TANGY!”, which was incidentally the most animated he had been since he had become a human host for multiple unknown viruses and decided my bed would be the perfect infirmary).
Another aside: Apparently, I spoon-feed a lot of people.
Coming from a family who never made me wear a coat, let alone pumped my body with enough vitamins to kill a small goldfish, I couldn’t immediately see the benefits of EmergenC. It seemed like a marketing scam (and in truth, still does, although now instead of the word “scam”, I’d be more inclined to replace it with the word “genius”) and couldn’t possibly work. But I have been reformed.
EmergenC has saved me from many a virus. I am certain last week I would have been sprawled out in bed miserable instead of drinking martinis with my coworkers had it not been for a nearly dangerous dose of EmergenC. As I was pouring another packet in the kitchen, my coworker pointed out that too much of anything is not good and my body can’t even absorb 1000% percent of the daily value of vitamin C, let alone 4000% (okay, so I had four packets. In case you missed it, it is delicious and tastes like TANG so don’t judge me), but I am 4000% positive that EmergenC warded off whatever illness was creeping around my bloodstream (is that where viruses creep?).
But just in case I was accidentally poisoning myself, I decided to look up the dangers of having too much vitamin C. I found the standard expected stuff of course- orange skin and pupils mostly. But I also found that having too much Vitamin C and then stopping can lead to Reverse Scurvy, where your body goes into Vitamin C withdrawals. Although I am sure Reverse Scurvy is devastating to those who suffer, I cannot be alone in thinking it would be cool to have a PIRATE disease. I mean, Pirates are undeniably cool. If I were to get that disease because my EmergenC consumption is out of control, then I would surely volunteer to create the Reverse Scurvy Awareness Ribbon, which would obviously feature skulls and orange-cross bones. Really, I would be a pioneer and a champion for the cause. I would speak at dinners and make people cry and then ride the Reverse Scurvy Awareness Float at the Thanksgiving Day parade. I would obviously also get a pet Parrot named Polly, and any place that did not allow Polly on their premises would be slapped with a discrimination lawsuit. Reverse scurvy patients should not have to suffer in silence.
So really, the only risk factor involved in drinking too much EmergenC is becoming a martyr for a very worthy cause. Which is worth it, because I am very self-serving and enjoy it immensely when others think I am great. And in the meantime, I get a tasty beverage and a burst of energy AND an immune system of steel. The way I see it, its win-win.
And I hope those of you who I have spoon-fed over the years will be by my side in my hour of need, ready with spoons and non-citrus nourishment.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Snow Days
used to be much more exciting. Now I am laying around hoping it goes away by tomorrow so I can get to work. I am grateful I have a job I love that much to not want to miss, but I sort of miss the SNOW!!!! excitement. My plans today include:
a. laundry
b. internet surfing
c. watching Forgetting Sarah Marshal (probably more than once) and
d.cuddling with puppy.
I miss the days when plans on snow days used to be:
a. yelling SNOW! OMG MOM SNOW! over and over again.
b. taking that crappy red plastic sled that we had forever (and probably was quite dangerous, given that it was literally just a sheet of plastic that could have easily have broken and dislodge into a million pieces, making children blind or choke or break a couple of legs at the very least) over to the Lamianos and going to that rather steep hill with everyone else in Columbia and taking turns going down.
c. getting my boot stuck in snowy mud while trying to prove how brave and adventerous I was to the neighbor boys and having to have someones dad rescue me (but not the boot...the boot is probably still in that pond) and carry me back to my house.
d. starting to build a snowman but running out of patience and just making snow angels instead
e. OR TUNNELS. my brother and I( and probably some neighbor kids) once built this AWESOME tunnel in our backyard during one particularly heinous blizzard and you could crawl through it for a couple of days afterwards still.
I still sort of want to go sledding, but I don't think we have a sled.
Anyway, this weekend was delightful. We saw In The Heights which is bascially a musical about living in Washington Heights. I was skeptical but it is SO GOOD. It was excellently acted, the staging was fantastic, the scenes were great, the costumes were accurate...everything was just great. I didnt want it to end. After, we went to a piano bar which is always fun. I love me a good piano bar (although nothing will ever compare to Pat Os). Then we headed over to 9th and stopped in a bar where we met some weird guys who wouldnt.go.away. and were clearly on something and asked us where we were from/what our names were/what we did ten times each. Then we met the hottest bus boy who accompanied us for the rest of the night. He was adorable and took us to a few pretty cool bars over on 9th. I drank too much but not enough to be sloppy. We stopped at Rays pizza at 4 am for a late night snack and then passed out at around 4:30. So much fun. PIctures to come when Becca posts them on facebook.
Saturday I begrudgingly woke up and started getting ready to go meet Mary for brunch. We went to this place the Sunburnt Cow over on C and 8th which I had heard great things about. It was excellent but it took forever to get there. Went on a nice little death march through the east village, which would have been nice if it was warmer and I wasnt risking my life with every step I took on the icy sidewalks. I met Mary there and we sat down immediately. It was unlimited alcohol brunch, which meant the mimosas just kept on coming (I dont think there was a point where my glass wasnt completely full). Food was delish, atmosphere was nice and the waiter would have only have been more enjoyable if he was naked. It was nice to catch up with Mary and I am so excited she lives here now. There will definitely be more Sunday brunches (although the Sunburnt Cow may have to wait until the Spring). Tia and Colleen will be here for New Years which is also very exciting! The next couple weeks should be good ones.
Thats all for now. The break from work will likely result in more posts, so be ready to hear from me.
a. laundry
b. internet surfing
c. watching Forgetting Sarah Marshal (probably more than once) and
d.cuddling with puppy.
I miss the days when plans on snow days used to be:
a. yelling SNOW! OMG MOM SNOW! over and over again.
b. taking that crappy red plastic sled that we had forever (and probably was quite dangerous, given that it was literally just a sheet of plastic that could have easily have broken and dislodge into a million pieces, making children blind or choke or break a couple of legs at the very least) over to the Lamianos and going to that rather steep hill with everyone else in Columbia and taking turns going down.
c. getting my boot stuck in snowy mud while trying to prove how brave and adventerous I was to the neighbor boys and having to have someones dad rescue me (but not the boot...the boot is probably still in that pond) and carry me back to my house.
d. starting to build a snowman but running out of patience and just making snow angels instead
e. OR TUNNELS. my brother and I( and probably some neighbor kids) once built this AWESOME tunnel in our backyard during one particularly heinous blizzard and you could crawl through it for a couple of days afterwards still.
I still sort of want to go sledding, but I don't think we have a sled.
Anyway, this weekend was delightful. We saw In The Heights which is bascially a musical about living in Washington Heights. I was skeptical but it is SO GOOD. It was excellently acted, the staging was fantastic, the scenes were great, the costumes were accurate...everything was just great. I didnt want it to end. After, we went to a piano bar which is always fun. I love me a good piano bar (although nothing will ever compare to Pat Os). Then we headed over to 9th and stopped in a bar where we met some weird guys who wouldnt.go.away. and were clearly on something and asked us where we were from/what our names were/what we did ten times each. Then we met the hottest bus boy who accompanied us for the rest of the night. He was adorable and took us to a few pretty cool bars over on 9th. I drank too much but not enough to be sloppy. We stopped at Rays pizza at 4 am for a late night snack and then passed out at around 4:30. So much fun. PIctures to come when Becca posts them on facebook.
Saturday I begrudgingly woke up and started getting ready to go meet Mary for brunch. We went to this place the Sunburnt Cow over on C and 8th which I had heard great things about. It was excellent but it took forever to get there. Went on a nice little death march through the east village, which would have been nice if it was warmer and I wasnt risking my life with every step I took on the icy sidewalks. I met Mary there and we sat down immediately. It was unlimited alcohol brunch, which meant the mimosas just kept on coming (I dont think there was a point where my glass wasnt completely full). Food was delish, atmosphere was nice and the waiter would have only have been more enjoyable if he was naked. It was nice to catch up with Mary and I am so excited she lives here now. There will definitely be more Sunday brunches (although the Sunburnt Cow may have to wait until the Spring). Tia and Colleen will be here for New Years which is also very exciting! The next couple weeks should be good ones.
Thats all for now. The break from work will likely result in more posts, so be ready to hear from me.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Home Alone
Got the print coverage. Pre-Christmas goal has been completed. My supervisor asked me to start pitching broadcast which is exciting! New goal to be set after I actually start talking to producers. I love how I have never worked the same day twice. Everything is constantly changing, constantly challenging and constently evolving me.
The office party was last night, which was lots of fun. Seeing as I planned it, I was very happy that everything went well. I really enjoy the people I work with. Everyone is so much fun and I love the creative energy and the passion for what we do. Its refreshing to go to work and be around people who love what they do. I think thats really unique and I am happy that I found such a great place to work (or, I guess, that they picked me to join them). Darrien got me a social media book which I cant wait to tear into and the lychee martinis were delish.
Afterwards all the younger folks in the office went out for beers on this ridiculously crowded but appropriately priced bar over on 8th. I love that I work in such a young office and I really enjoy being around all my coworkers.
Tuesday night I went for drinks with Rachel, who I absolutely love seeing, and Tom and Abhi. Fun as usual, running around drunk in the financial district, "borrowing" drinks from the bar and eating old guys' left over pizza. She is a riot and I always have fun with her. Had a little bit too much to drink, but what else is new?
Anyway, from going out two nights in a row (gasp!) I was exhausted today and we had to do a little crisis management/damage control today and I was not prepared for such a busy day. The day flew by and I couldn't have been happier to get home to my empty house (everyone is at my brothers hockey game). I ate dinner in bed and took a shower and have yet to put on clothes. They will be here soon though, so I suppose I should probably get dressed.
Its supposed to snow tonight, which is mildly depressing. I hope I can make it to work tomorrow. I have some shizz to take care of and I would like to get the whole day in. Becky gets here tomorrow and we are going to see a play which I haven't done since I moved back. Spending the night in the city and then getting brunch with Mary on Saturday. I could live on nothing but brunch.
So things are moving right along. Looking forward to sleeping in a little next week and maybe taking some days out to wander. I really want to check out this photography exhibit at the Guggenheim and it will be nice having some leisure time to do so. Also, for being such a good little saver, I am going to hit up some post holidays sales. Maybe find a good new years dress and some party shoes. Maybe look at a few apartments.
Speaking of New Years, figuring out what to do is exhuasting. We're thinking about Greenhouse. Who knows where we will end up. I just want to wear a fancy dress.
Im getting more into blogging. And twitter. I feel so social media saavy.
Going to go enjoy my Abita Strawberry Ale and cuddle with my dog.
The office party was last night, which was lots of fun. Seeing as I planned it, I was very happy that everything went well. I really enjoy the people I work with. Everyone is so much fun and I love the creative energy and the passion for what we do. Its refreshing to go to work and be around people who love what they do. I think thats really unique and I am happy that I found such a great place to work (or, I guess, that they picked me to join them). Darrien got me a social media book which I cant wait to tear into and the lychee martinis were delish.
Afterwards all the younger folks in the office went out for beers on this ridiculously crowded but appropriately priced bar over on 8th. I love that I work in such a young office and I really enjoy being around all my coworkers.
Tuesday night I went for drinks with Rachel, who I absolutely love seeing, and Tom and Abhi. Fun as usual, running around drunk in the financial district, "borrowing" drinks from the bar and eating old guys' left over pizza. She is a riot and I always have fun with her. Had a little bit too much to drink, but what else is new?
Anyway, from going out two nights in a row (gasp!) I was exhausted today and we had to do a little crisis management/damage control today and I was not prepared for such a busy day. The day flew by and I couldn't have been happier to get home to my empty house (everyone is at my brothers hockey game). I ate dinner in bed and took a shower and have yet to put on clothes. They will be here soon though, so I suppose I should probably get dressed.
Its supposed to snow tonight, which is mildly depressing. I hope I can make it to work tomorrow. I have some shizz to take care of and I would like to get the whole day in. Becky gets here tomorrow and we are going to see a play which I haven't done since I moved back. Spending the night in the city and then getting brunch with Mary on Saturday. I could live on nothing but brunch.
So things are moving right along. Looking forward to sleeping in a little next week and maybe taking some days out to wander. I really want to check out this photography exhibit at the Guggenheim and it will be nice having some leisure time to do so. Also, for being such a good little saver, I am going to hit up some post holidays sales. Maybe find a good new years dress and some party shoes. Maybe look at a few apartments.
Speaking of New Years, figuring out what to do is exhuasting. We're thinking about Greenhouse. Who knows where we will end up. I just want to wear a fancy dress.
Im getting more into blogging. And twitter. I feel so social media saavy.
Going to go enjoy my Abita Strawberry Ale and cuddle with my dog.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Great Weekend
Winter has finally hit New York full force. "ugh" is all I have to say about that. Although, in an interesting twist of fate, it did snow in New Orleans this week and not in New York. What are the odds? Its still unbearably cold outside though. The kind of cold that hurts your skin and never goes away, even when you burrow under three blankets after a long day. Once again, ugh. Wake me up in April.
Work this week was work. Nothing much to report. Things are busy and the days are flying by, but I still love working there. I am really excited to kick off our new client's program in January. I think its going to be really fun program and really interesting outreach. For right now, its a lot of list making and dotting Is and crossing Ts. I am also continuing media outreach for the client I work for the most, and I am determined to secure print placement before the holidays. Online is nice, but I want the hardcopy coverage. I am speaking with a few interested editors so I think I can make it happen.
Yesterday was a wonderful New York Saturday. Fred is in town, so we met for brunch at Friend of a Farmer, over on Irving and right by work. It was delish. Best brunch I've had in a while and in a really cute atmosphere. I felt like I was in a bed and breakfast in New Hampshire (or what I imagine NH to look like, since I've never been and never really plan on going...) We caught up and chatted about NOLA and boys and the good old days and movie screenings of course. We had a cute waiter who wore appropriately tight pants and I learned what french coffee press was. Apparently, I'm coffee-sheltered.
Afterwards, we met Abby and her roommates uptown, who were right in the middle of Santacon. Santacon is basically hundreds of drunk people dressed as Santa, swarming in on New York landmarks. We followed them from the Post Office to Grand Central and it was honestly one of the coolest things Ive ever see in NY. Its nice to see new Yorkers not take themselves so seriously. Also, interestingly enough, for some reason many of the guys were incredibly sexy. We deduced that Santa suits must make guys more attractive, which must mean something dark and twisty and Freudian.
I left and went down to the Strand to browse and buy Karen's secret Santa present for work. It was uncomfortably crowded, so I got in and out. Decided to walk down to the LES and find a coffee place to read in until Shayna called. I settled on a place on 9th and A, although the name escapes me right now. I am reading "Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp" by Stephanie Klein, which is a dangerous book to read in public because it actually makes me laugh out loud.
Shayna called and I walked over to W4 to meet her for shopping/coffee/catching up. We ended up just walking and talking our way down to little Italy and sat down in Ferrera for coffee with Baileys and Italian pastries.
I left around 6:30 to meet Asher uptown for dinner at this Italian place on 58th and 2nd. The place was great, reaffirming my faith in Yelp.com.We chatted and ate and I had a delicious glass of Sangria and he fixed my iphone to make it more energy efficient and showed me all the cool games on his that I am clearly missing out on. He is a cutie, which is all I'm going to say about that for now. :-D
I got home around 11:30, so fucking cold I bribed my dog into cuddling with me and we were both too tired to move. I got out the extra blankets and got into bed, talked to Asher for a little while and then passed out. I woke up unfortunately early this morning, which is a bummer. I still feel a little sick, congested and just winter-like so I will probably stay in bed all day, paint my nails, watch some terrible television and just rest.
I was supposed to take my brother to practice parallel parking again, but mom took him instead. He goes for his drivers test in a week from Monday. pretty weird. We're both getting kind of old.
Next week is drinks with Rachel on Tuesday to catch up on the AIM gossip, the office Christmas party on Wednesday night, Becky gets into town on Friday and we are going to hit up a show on Broadway and then I will FINALLY get to see Mary on Saturday.
I think I am going public with this blog via shameless self promotion. I hope I dont regret it. If you are reading this holler from the Northeast. I am also going to make a concerted effort to start taking my own pictures instead of yoinking them off google.
Work this week was work. Nothing much to report. Things are busy and the days are flying by, but I still love working there. I am really excited to kick off our new client's program in January. I think its going to be really fun program and really interesting outreach. For right now, its a lot of list making and dotting Is and crossing Ts. I am also continuing media outreach for the client I work for the most, and I am determined to secure print placement before the holidays. Online is nice, but I want the hardcopy coverage. I am speaking with a few interested editors so I think I can make it happen.
Yesterday was a wonderful New York Saturday. Fred is in town, so we met for brunch at Friend of a Farmer, over on Irving and right by work. It was delish. Best brunch I've had in a while and in a really cute atmosphere. I felt like I was in a bed and breakfast in New Hampshire (or what I imagine NH to look like, since I've never been and never really plan on going...) We caught up and chatted about NOLA and boys and the good old days and movie screenings of course. We had a cute waiter who wore appropriately tight pants and I learned what french coffee press was. Apparently, I'm coffee-sheltered.
Afterwards, we met Abby and her roommates uptown, who were right in the middle of Santacon. Santacon is basically hundreds of drunk people dressed as Santa, swarming in on New York landmarks. We followed them from the Post Office to Grand Central and it was honestly one of the coolest things Ive ever see in NY. Its nice to see new Yorkers not take themselves so seriously. Also, interestingly enough, for some reason many of the guys were incredibly sexy. We deduced that Santa suits must make guys more attractive, which must mean something dark and twisty and Freudian.
I left and went down to the Strand to browse and buy Karen's secret Santa present for work. It was uncomfortably crowded, so I got in and out. Decided to walk down to the LES and find a coffee place to read in until Shayna called. I settled on a place on 9th and A, although the name escapes me right now. I am reading "Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp" by Stephanie Klein, which is a dangerous book to read in public because it actually makes me laugh out loud.
Shayna called and I walked over to W4 to meet her for shopping/coffee/catching up. We ended up just walking and talking our way down to little Italy and sat down in Ferrera for coffee with Baileys and Italian pastries.
I left around 6:30 to meet Asher uptown for dinner at this Italian place on 58th and 2nd. The place was great, reaffirming my faith in Yelp.com.We chatted and ate and I had a delicious glass of Sangria and he fixed my iphone to make it more energy efficient and showed me all the cool games on his that I am clearly missing out on. He is a cutie, which is all I'm going to say about that for now. :-D
I got home around 11:30, so fucking cold I bribed my dog into cuddling with me and we were both too tired to move. I got out the extra blankets and got into bed, talked to Asher for a little while and then passed out. I woke up unfortunately early this morning, which is a bummer. I still feel a little sick, congested and just winter-like so I will probably stay in bed all day, paint my nails, watch some terrible television and just rest.
I was supposed to take my brother to practice parallel parking again, but mom took him instead. He goes for his drivers test in a week from Monday. pretty weird. We're both getting kind of old.
Next week is drinks with Rachel on Tuesday to catch up on the AIM gossip, the office Christmas party on Wednesday night, Becky gets into town on Friday and we are going to hit up a show on Broadway and then I will FINALLY get to see Mary on Saturday.
I think I am going public with this blog via shameless self promotion. I hope I dont regret it. If you are reading this holler from the Northeast. I am also going to make a concerted effort to start taking my own pictures instead of yoinking them off google.
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