My family has its problems. We've got divorces, rivalries, enemies, racists, drama queens, gays, homophobes, hippies, red necks, millionaires, crazies, and a whole lot more. Tonight, being the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashanna, I went to my dads brothers house. The past two nights were with my mom.
My mom has been dating Phil on and off for about 4 years now, if not more. One of his sons is 18 and autistic. He and I don't really talk much when he is around but he is a nice kid. Anyways, we are eating dinner and hes in the TV area and we just hear the phone noise, like when you dial a wrong number. It keeps happening and Phil keeps telling him to put his phone away. Jordan keeps saying he isn't doing anything but I guess didn't realize we could hear the dial tones. So finally Phil had to take his phone back and explained to us that Jordan loves politics and his favorite people are Lou Dobbs and Larry King. He constantly calls them on the phone to talk. He thinks their numbers are 1-800-Lou-Dobbs and 1-800-Larry-King.
Tonight, surprisingly was tame for a Meyers shindig. The most drama was caused by my aunt's boyfriend. This man has caused so much stress in our family it blows my mind how he is still around. He is definitely on pills for sure, who knows if there are other things. But he is burnt out of his mind as well. He's rude, aggressive, and creepy. My cousin and aunt have the worst relationship because of him. People become hostile and uncomfortable when he is in a room. They just cant help it and he just doesn't give a shit. He is so immature that tonight, after a dinner of rude comments, he walks in on my aunt showing my other aunt photos online from her trip to the Andes and saw a photo flash that he didn't like of himself. He literally screeched 'fuck' and storms out of the house saying he will be int he car. He comes back in a minute later, complains to my 14 year old cousin who lives there and was watching TV that he cant watch the sports game, goes back into the computer room, yells a bit more at my aunt, and then storms out saying he was leaving and he left. Cool life. Apparently he isn't like this around anyone else but us. I find that hard to believe.
We were all discussing how there was really only one time he was in the right to throw a hissy fit but even then, the way he did it was crap. My dad lives on a block that is overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Therefore, it is surrounded by canals. Canals that flood when there is a storm. Rewind to 2 Thanksgivings ago. Storming of coarse. I start to drive my moms little 2 door, close to the floor, Benz and see water in the street up ahead. I'm about 5 blocks from dads. I wasn't sure how deep or far the water went but the closer I drove to the flood, the worse it looked. Sure enough, the water flooded up to 4 blocks from my dads and very, very deep. I have never seen it so bad. Peoples front lawns were under water. There was no way to drive it. Considering the fact that I would have given my left arm to not attend this dinner, I turned around and started driving home. Dad called and threatened. I had to turn around and try cuz everyone else made it. I parked the car away from the water and began walking. Soaked through in .5 seconds from the rain. The water got deeper and deeper. I lifted my pants but my shoes were already done for, completely submerged. 2 blocks in, the pants were the least of my worries. I was literally boob high in water. Dirty LI water. I tried to stick closer to the houses but its very hard to walk on front lawns with shrubbery when u cant see that stuff. I tripped and fell multiple times. 1 block to my dads, I literally had to start swimming to my dads house. SWIMMING TO THE HOUSE! The house itself is kinda on a hill so it wasn't under water and I slowly made my way up there. Talk about being spiteful... Once inside, my dad had given everyone clothes. They made it before it got too bad but I was pissed. Not as pissed as whatshisface though. He couldn't even handle sitting there for more then an hour. He stormed out freaking out about his car getting swept away. I mean, I cant really blame him but don't come in the first place!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Pop Culture References
Last night on Always Sunny, they talked about one of my all time favorite youtube videos...
NYC Subway Etiquette
Lets just start from the beginning of the trip and work our way to the end on what SHOULD be protocol for subway riding.
Walking to the subway:
•If it’s rush hour, or a particularly crowded train, fighting through people to get down the stairs to the platform when the train has clearly already either shut it doors or taken off, will only get you to the platform with a couple more bruises. You aren’t making a train. You aren’t getting to you destination faster. Just chill for 15 seconds, and then proceed to make your way to the platform.
Getting on an empty train:
•Women in heels should be given seats. Preggers goes without saying. The fact that I have given my seat up is sad. Granted, sometimes it’s hard to tell if someone is pregnant or just wearing a bad shirt, but when in doubt, I guess just give it up. But don’t stare me down burning holes in my forehead because I don’t. Perhaps I just didn’t notice you were missing a leg, or I have my own issues that day and need this seat. If you are clearly in more need then me, I will give it to you. This unfortunately is not a situation where I know next time someone will give me their seat, because they wont. They almost never do. Not everyone can be having a twisted ankle day. Take my seat, just give me your shoes and you can wear my heels.
•Oh! And once you are sitting next to me, if you are so drunk, every time the train stops you slide into me, perhaps you should move closer to a pole you can hang on to.
•Don’t open your newspaper so far that it’s in my face too. Thanks.
Getting on a crowded train:
•Push me, shove me, all I think of is that video from Japan. I guess it could always be worse. But be somewhat respectful. Sure, I could be having sex with the person next to me and not even know cuz we are so jammed tight, but don’t elbow me in the face to reach the pole in front of my face and no where near you so you can hang on. The train is crowded enough that you aint going nowhere. This applies even more so when you are dealing with a bad case of BO, which most of the time, you are.
•And please, keep your mouth shut with that stank ass breath. When you are in the train, its one thing to ask people to move in when there is room to spare, but during rush hour, there prob is not. Simple math. Room equals adjust and move or you’ll get yelled and pushed.
Getting off the train, crowded or not, but someone is blocking the door:
•A simple yet firm ‘excuse me’ should do if they haven’t figured out they are in the most inconvenient spot possible. If you happen to be ‘that person’, step out of the train if you really don’t want to move further in. Yes, it’s not helping the people outside the train either, but if you are so insistent on keeping your spot, don’t force me to get hit by the door. Think of it like a concert. Sometimes standing room spots suck, but it always ends up moving around. Plus, its mass transportation for Christ sake. You’ll be there soon enough.
Hygiene:
•Please try to sneeze, cough, snort, breathe, sleaze, hack everything in a minimal way. Don’t do it into the back of my head, in my face, on my hand, on your hand which then touches the pole my hand is on or just touches my hand in general.
Walking around the subway:
•I’ve written this one before. YOU may not be in a hurry but I always am. Walk in somewhat of a straight ass line, and move over if you wanna take your non New Yorker paced time.
•And don’t even think about hitting me with your bag or your dagger eyes cuz I’ll shank you.
While I’m on the subject of etiquette, Umbrellas In The City:
•It’s not a fight to the death. Just be aware of your surroundings a little but more. Lift it up or to the side when passing in close quarters.
•Say your are sorry if you know you hit someone.
•Close it 1 second before you stop in your tracks and hold everyone else up behind you so you don’t get a drop wet. It’s raining. It will dry. Get over it.
Walking to the subway:
•If it’s rush hour, or a particularly crowded train, fighting through people to get down the stairs to the platform when the train has clearly already either shut it doors or taken off, will only get you to the platform with a couple more bruises. You aren’t making a train. You aren’t getting to you destination faster. Just chill for 15 seconds, and then proceed to make your way to the platform.
Getting on an empty train:
•Women in heels should be given seats. Preggers goes without saying. The fact that I have given my seat up is sad. Granted, sometimes it’s hard to tell if someone is pregnant or just wearing a bad shirt, but when in doubt, I guess just give it up. But don’t stare me down burning holes in my forehead because I don’t. Perhaps I just didn’t notice you were missing a leg, or I have my own issues that day and need this seat. If you are clearly in more need then me, I will give it to you. This unfortunately is not a situation where I know next time someone will give me their seat, because they wont. They almost never do. Not everyone can be having a twisted ankle day. Take my seat, just give me your shoes and you can wear my heels.
•Oh! And once you are sitting next to me, if you are so drunk, every time the train stops you slide into me, perhaps you should move closer to a pole you can hang on to.
•Don’t open your newspaper so far that it’s in my face too. Thanks.
Getting on a crowded train:
•Push me, shove me, all I think of is that video from Japan. I guess it could always be worse. But be somewhat respectful. Sure, I could be having sex with the person next to me and not even know cuz we are so jammed tight, but don’t elbow me in the face to reach the pole in front of my face and no where near you so you can hang on. The train is crowded enough that you aint going nowhere. This applies even more so when you are dealing with a bad case of BO, which most of the time, you are.
•And please, keep your mouth shut with that stank ass breath. When you are in the train, its one thing to ask people to move in when there is room to spare, but during rush hour, there prob is not. Simple math. Room equals adjust and move or you’ll get yelled and pushed.
Getting off the train, crowded or not, but someone is blocking the door:
•A simple yet firm ‘excuse me’ should do if they haven’t figured out they are in the most inconvenient spot possible. If you happen to be ‘that person’, step out of the train if you really don’t want to move further in. Yes, it’s not helping the people outside the train either, but if you are so insistent on keeping your spot, don’t force me to get hit by the door. Think of it like a concert. Sometimes standing room spots suck, but it always ends up moving around. Plus, its mass transportation for Christ sake. You’ll be there soon enough.
Hygiene:
•Please try to sneeze, cough, snort, breathe, sleaze, hack everything in a minimal way. Don’t do it into the back of my head, in my face, on my hand, on your hand which then touches the pole my hand is on or just touches my hand in general.
Walking around the subway:
•I’ve written this one before. YOU may not be in a hurry but I always am. Walk in somewhat of a straight ass line, and move over if you wanna take your non New Yorker paced time.
•And don’t even think about hitting me with your bag or your dagger eyes cuz I’ll shank you.
While I’m on the subject of etiquette, Umbrellas In The City:
•It’s not a fight to the death. Just be aware of your surroundings a little but more. Lift it up or to the side when passing in close quarters.
•Say your are sorry if you know you hit someone.
•Close it 1 second before you stop in your tracks and hold everyone else up behind you so you don’t get a drop wet. It’s raining. It will dry. Get over it.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Girl Power
Pretend you are working at a philanthropy event in the evening. The party ends, you're a little buzzed and want to go out but no one else does. You go alone, to a hotel bar, knowing that you can pick up some lonely man. Said lonely man picks you up just as planned. Buys you the most expensive drinks on the menu. 40 something man then takes you in a cab, to go back to his place of coarse. Said 40 something man asks your age, and you lie, actually making yourself younger for kicks. Then about picking up condoms and you say there will be no need for those. He asks you if it bothers you if his son, who happens to actually be a year older then you (if he knew your real age), being home and awake will bother you. You say no and wonder if he's cute. You get to the apartment and make out. You confirm the son is in fact cuter then the father. You go to the bathroom for a breather. Things are spinning. After complete inspection of man's bathroom, you find curious feminine objects. Many things race through your head. The items are too personal and specific to be there for your benefit. No way they have them as a courtesy. As you leave the bathroom you feel like you have to know. You somehow get this inkling and ask, "Do you have a girlfriend?". "Yes". Your heart pumps faster and faster and you ask her name. Then you go back to the bathroom and rummage through your bag for a pen and paper. You quickly write this note, "Dear Shelly, you're boyfriend is cheating on you. This is the 20 year old he brought home. You need to know. <3 GirlPower!", and stick it into the lotion bottle hoping she will find it but beforehand you take a photo of it on your phone so you remember you did this in the morning. As you leave the bathroom you state that you are not feeling well and you have to go home and bolt out the door as he says bye to the fake name you gave him at the bar.
Trend Alert
British presenters. Russell Brand did MTV and then Ricky Gervais' had a great success presenting at the Emmy's. They will take over. It's only a matter of time and I am excited. I am totally calling this one. Just like I did with purple!
Unnecessary News Details
Yesterday I was showing my friends this article from News of the World and saying how its rediculous how much more uncensored their journalism is. Today this horriying story ran in the Post with the most gruesom photos I have seen in a very long time and possibly ever in this paper. Not to mention the actual story is disturbing. It's just not necessary.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Office Quotes Chapter 4
Via IM sent to the wrong person (not even the entire thing):
Response to the IM: "This is Chris."
"The President is here and I was just told by secret service that he would light me up like swiss cheese!"
"So, what's the deal with maternity leave?"
Bossman "Do you have the address for 555 Park? Can you please make sure my assistant has it? What is the addres for 555 Park anyway? Please make sure everyone knows." Can you guess what the address is?
Me: "This is kinda cool. This girl lives in LA but works NY hours. So she avoids traffic cuz shes going into work at like 12pm every day."
Chris: "Um, no that means she goes in at 6am."
Response to the IM: "This is Chris."
"The President is here and I was just told by secret service that he would light me up like swiss cheese!"
"So, what's the deal with maternity leave?"
Bossman "Do you have the address for 555 Park? Can you please make sure my assistant has it? What is the addres for 555 Park anyway? Please make sure everyone knows." Can you guess what the address is?
Me: "This is kinda cool. This girl lives in LA but works NY hours. So she avoids traffic cuz shes going into work at like 12pm every day."
Chris: "Um, no that means she goes in at 6am."
Talent
I have yet to spot one of these posters by Poster Boy but now that im on the lookout, im sure I will. Great stuff!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Where I Will Move
See text below photo:
"Satanic 1 BR Mobile Home in 55+ Senior Park. Perfect place for mom. Covered Patio, add-on room, laundry, hardwood floors - not carpet. Walls drip blood & overpowering stench of death. Bay window in front for plenty of light, skylight in bath, built-ins. Enjoy nocturnal screams of the undead coming from the haunted golf coarse next door. Parking, private garden, and swimming pool/clubhouse. Evil, demented Gorgoroth thing lives in gaping black maw, under the trailer -- But it only comes out to suck the souls out of visiting children. Steps to grocery store, bus lines, and Weekend Farmers Market. Landlord not responsible for Thing in the tool shed."
"Satanic 1 BR Mobile Home in 55+ Senior Park. Perfect place for mom. Covered Patio, add-on room, laundry, hardwood floors - not carpet. Walls drip blood & overpowering stench of death. Bay window in front for plenty of light, skylight in bath, built-ins. Enjoy nocturnal screams of the undead coming from the haunted golf coarse next door. Parking, private garden, and swimming pool/clubhouse. Evil, demented Gorgoroth thing lives in gaping black maw, under the trailer -- But it only comes out to suck the souls out of visiting children. Steps to grocery store, bus lines, and Weekend Farmers Market. Landlord not responsible for Thing in the tool shed."
Monday, September 22, 2008
Craigslisting Allstars
Reply to: hous-822667710@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-09-01, 5:53PM
LOOKING TO SUBLET THE BACK OF MY VAN.
LOCATION: EAST VILLAGE, BUT CAN EASILY CHANGE
COZY INTERIOR
TWO ROOMS (FRONT AND BACK OF VAN, BUT BACK CAN BE PARTITIONED WITH A TOWEL)
$250/MONTH PLUS GAS AND CAR INSURANCE
YOU WILL NOT FIND A BETTER DEAL ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD.
P.S. DO NOT MIND MY FRIEND JOE, HE IS JUST TEMPORARY GUEST LAYING LOW FOR A WHILE UNTIL SOME STUFF COOLS OVER.
P.P.S. PHOTO MAY NOT BE OF ACTUAL INTERIOR.
Shocked
After the MTV Video Awards, I was pumped to see Travis Barker and DJ AM working together. I was literally just saying after the Awards how I think Travis Barker is one of the most talented drummers ever and I have always thought that from the first time I saw Blink-182 and he rocked a solo. Then my coworker found this really great video of DJ AM spinning some great tracks that we listened to the rest of the afternoon. A couple days later, tragedy struck these men. Unless you have been living under a rock, you know about the plane crash. Scary and tragic news. I wish them both a full and speedy recovery and condolences to the families that lost loved ones. Again, just another reason to never take life for granted. Rest In Piece.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Heath Ledger as The Joker vs. He Who Shall Not Be Named
I avoided emailing my coworkers, I IM'd them this instead specifically so he couldn't stumble upon this one. Of coarse my coworker walked away with it on her screen and he walked in and saw it. "Oh look, someone is comparing me to Heath. Now I have a Holloween costume." WOW!
Pugalicious
I resisted talking about pugs this long. It's definitely a little weird to already be obsessed with something I don't own yet. But I LOVE PUGS! When I get one, his name will be Bagel. I swear I wasn't looking for pug things, but in my research on something Bulldog related, I stumbled upon these super cool Hawaiian shirts for pugs. Bagel will totally have some of these!
Office Quotes Chapter 3.1
M: Do you want Lennys?
S: What is Lennys?
M: Its the place we order breakfast from every single day.
S: So they dont have Propel?
Sirhc to bosses maid: He needs you in the kitchen. He lost his pants.
At a cancer research benefit concert from a girl who got yelled at for smoking: This concert is about cancer for Christ sake! We should be allowed to smoke weed!
S: What is Lennys?
M: Its the place we order breakfast from every single day.
S: So they dont have Propel?
Sirhc to bosses maid: He needs you in the kitchen. He lost his pants.
At a cancer research benefit concert from a girl who got yelled at for smoking: This concert is about cancer for Christ sake! We should be allowed to smoke weed!
Out Of Context
"Police are asking any woman who has lost a pair of black thong panties, size small, with a Pink Panther cartoon and heart design, to come forward."
But for reals, this story is scary.
But for reals, this story is scary.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sessed
I have been seeing this stand on Broadway in Soho for like a year and have been dying to buy a bag but never had cash on me. Then she was gone for a while but this past Saturday she was back! AND I had cash so I finally got one! The lady is such a character and her bags are awsome.
P.S. They are much cheaper at her stand then on the site or stores.
P.S. They are much cheaper at her stand then on the site or stores.
Would You Rather
Would you rather never ever get cat called again OR get cat called once a day every day?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Weather Channel Streaker!
Last night it happened. I was pretty bent out of shape from my night but I was watching the Weather Channel and saw this dude run in the background. Then he came back and for a split second, it was confirmed. Said man was a streaker! They didnt address it but I called my friend in Texas to tell her because this on top of watching one of the reporters get blown into the bushes, was just too funny not to share. I woke up with the intention of searching for the clip, but to my pleasant suprise, she found it for me! On another note, how rediculous is it that these people stand outside getting beat up by storms, all to bring us information? It's so silly!
Friday, September 12, 2008
New Category
I'm gunna start posting bizarre Craigslist findings. They are just too fun. Some freaky shit out there!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The inevitable 9/11 post
I don't really remember much from my day on September 11, 2001. I was in the science hall of my high school when my friend Brian told me a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. We didn't know any other details but someone came to the conclusion that it was just a small propeller plane and not a big deal. Maybe a period or two later, I was in my psychology class and an announcement came on the loudspeaker. By then, everyone had been talking about the crash but no one knew anything except that they shut off all the tv's in the school. They were releasing us from school due to the crash. I was very confused. I don't remember much after this. Some people drove over to Long Beach to watch the towers collapse from the skyline. I remember sitting in front of Sorentos Pizza cross from school. I remember being one of the only people to get through to someone on the phone. It was my mom's cell. All I heard were sirens and people screaming and she just said something along the lines of "I'm alive and I have to find Rachael!" then I heard yelling and we got disconnected. Rachael is my cousin who was fairly new to the city and NYU. Mom was supposed to be in the tower for a meeting. I didn't know at the time but that meeting got cancelled prior to the attack.
I do not remember how I got home that day. I did make it home somehow though and I remember sitting in the den, eyes glued to the tv, mouth wide open, as I watched footage repeat itself. 7 hours later, my mom walked in. Covered in dirt, she collapsed. She had walked the majority of the way home from the Brooklyn Bridge. We lived in Baldwin, Long Island which is south Nassau County. About 20 minutes to the city by car without traffic.
Don't remember the rest of that night either. My mom didn't speak though. She just cried. Rachael was fine but not with us. All my friends throughout the city were fine too. I know 1 person in my high school's father died. There may have been more.
It's crazy to think about the history you witness. Reading and learning about wars, and events like Pearl Harbor. But actually living through something like this is crazy.
I do not remember how I got home that day. I did make it home somehow though and I remember sitting in the den, eyes glued to the tv, mouth wide open, as I watched footage repeat itself. 7 hours later, my mom walked in. Covered in dirt, she collapsed. She had walked the majority of the way home from the Brooklyn Bridge. We lived in Baldwin, Long Island which is south Nassau County. About 20 minutes to the city by car without traffic.
Don't remember the rest of that night either. My mom didn't speak though. She just cried. Rachael was fine but not with us. All my friends throughout the city were fine too. I know 1 person in my high school's father died. There may have been more.
It's crazy to think about the history you witness. Reading and learning about wars, and events like Pearl Harbor. But actually living through something like this is crazy.
Last Minute Dave Show
True to my Dave concert habits, I did not have tickets to this show until last minute. My coworker Jenn went on Craiglist.com 4 hours before the Dave Matthews Band was going to play last night. We immediately found face valued tickets, called the guy, and got them! I could hardly contain myself the rest of the afternoon. After a drink at the bar and meeting up with my friends, we met this guy for the tickets. He was maybe 20 years old and just drove in from Westchester with his little brother. I asked why he wasnt going of coarse put my foot in my mouth. He bought it for him mom but her brother died so they couldnt go. I gave him $80 and told him to keep the change. Oy. Well the set was kinda slow but he played Two Step and #41 and they were goooooooood so I was happy. Overall it was a decent concert. You never know when the last time you'll see DMB live is these days so I really cherish it. And screw all the haters! It was for a great cause!
More gossip on the show here.
SET LIST:
09/10/2008
Dave Matthews Band
Madison Square Garden
New York, NY
Don�t Drink the Water *
Proudest Monkey *
Satellite *
So Damn Lucky *
Corn Bread *
Burning Down The House *
Spoon *+
Stay Or Leave *
Eh Hee *
Water Into Wine *
#41 *
Louisiana Bayou *
Sledgehammer *
Crash Into Me *
Two Step *
Anyone Seen The Bridge *
Too Much Intro *
Ants Marching *
Encore:
Too Much *
All Along The Watchtower *
Special Guests:
* Jeff Coffin
+ Ingrid Michaelson
More gossip on the show here.
SET LIST:
09/10/2008
Dave Matthews Band
Madison Square Garden
New York, NY
Don�t Drink the Water *
Proudest Monkey *
Satellite *
So Damn Lucky *
Corn Bread *
Burning Down The House *
Spoon *+
Stay Or Leave *
Eh Hee *
Water Into Wine *
#41 *
Louisiana Bayou *
Sledgehammer *
Crash Into Me *
Two Step *
Anyone Seen The Bridge *
Too Much Intro *
Ants Marching *
Encore:
Too Much *
All Along The Watchtower *
Special Guests:
* Jeff Coffin
+ Ingrid Michaelson
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Peacock
I've always loved peacocks. But I never really brought that into my fashion. Now thinking about it though, green and purple are my fave right now and it only makes sense for me to be loving it. Then I saw a bracelet in Urban I LOVED! When I went to search for it online, I found this kick ass site! Im sessed. SO FUN!!! If I can figure it out, expect to see quite a few of these collages from me.
Only In New York
On the N subway during morning rush hour. Crowd comes pouring in on 59th and Lex. All's fairly quiet except one women.
"Bitch no you dont get no room. This ainchyo house! Fuck you motha fucka! This aint cho house! I aint got to give you shit let alone room! Pa leeze."
"Bitch no you dont get no room. This ainchyo house! Fuck you motha fucka! This aint cho house! I aint got to give you shit let alone room! Pa leeze."
Poor Publicists Love Discounts!
Being a PR biotch is ironic. You get paid shit and yet are expected to look like a million bucks. Quite the dilemma.
Partial problem solved with Marc Jacobs West Village stores. There are a Bleeker street trio of discount stores that really rock. Popularity is growing so the crowds have been getting worse and worse but I still really recommend going to check it out. There is a men's, women's and accessories store. Marc Jacobs Accessories, 385 Bleecker St at Perry St (212-924-6126).
Partial problem solved with Marc Jacobs West Village stores. There are a Bleeker street trio of discount stores that really rock. Popularity is growing so the crowds have been getting worse and worse but I still really recommend going to check it out. There is a men's, women's and accessories store. Marc Jacobs Accessories, 385 Bleecker St at Perry St (212-924-6126).
Monday, September 8, 2008
The It Family and a Badluck Becca Night
This clan is by far the coolest cats on the block and i'm not the only one who thinks so. I am in love with them as a whole family and have a huge crush on Mark now too. :) Saturday night I worked at the after party for the fashion show the other night and until the couple of the year showed up, they were amazing to the public and press.
I always said if I ever came face to face with LL again, I'd kick her in the shin to get back at her for kicking my best friend in the shin during a soccer game in 8th grade. It was a dirty move. But I restrained myself for this once in a lifetime opportunity, took a deep breathe, and simply told them where to find their family. Sam was greatful. The kicker was rude.
Anyway, as mean as they were to some people, celeb suprise show up Ms. Richie was so cute in person dancing away to Gwen Stefani's 'It's My Life' in front of her baby daddy. Still lover her. Pretty much exactly what I expected in person. Woohoo!
Side note: saw lots of braids in hair and it made me happy!
My whole day in general was carazay. I started uptown for the OSU game. Beers and wings for breakfast. Home to take a nap and then went into the tropical storm for work. Celeb sightings and such and then headed back to the exact place I started my day at. My coworker was bartending so I met up with more coworkers and thought I was ending my night off really well. But when I got in the cab, I realized I forgot my key. I know my roommate sleeps with her phone on silent but I figured the doorbell would wake her up. Well a half hour later of practically breaking my thumb on the bell and 23 missed calls, I tried some other people. No one except 1 friend picked up but he was on his way to the airport at 4 so that was no good. I called my coworker who was trashed but lives in Long Island City and she promised to stay up til I got there. She didnt. Thankfully she kept her door unlocked. She was sprawled across her bed so I huddled in a ball inthe corner of her bed and tried to sleep in my dress. Of coarse her alarm on her phone kept going off and her dog was biting me he whole time. I shut her phone off and got about 2 hours of sleep. FUN TIME!
I always said if I ever came face to face with LL again, I'd kick her in the shin to get back at her for kicking my best friend in the shin during a soccer game in 8th grade. It was a dirty move. But I restrained myself for this once in a lifetime opportunity, took a deep breathe, and simply told them where to find their family. Sam was greatful. The kicker was rude.
Anyway, as mean as they were to some people, celeb suprise show up Ms. Richie was so cute in person dancing away to Gwen Stefani's 'It's My Life' in front of her baby daddy. Still lover her. Pretty much exactly what I expected in person. Woohoo!
Side note: saw lots of braids in hair and it made me happy!
My whole day in general was carazay. I started uptown for the OSU game. Beers and wings for breakfast. Home to take a nap and then went into the tropical storm for work. Celeb sightings and such and then headed back to the exact place I started my day at. My coworker was bartending so I met up with more coworkers and thought I was ending my night off really well. But when I got in the cab, I realized I forgot my key. I know my roommate sleeps with her phone on silent but I figured the doorbell would wake her up. Well a half hour later of practically breaking my thumb on the bell and 23 missed calls, I tried some other people. No one except 1 friend picked up but he was on his way to the airport at 4 so that was no good. I called my coworker who was trashed but lives in Long Island City and she promised to stay up til I got there. She didnt. Thankfully she kept her door unlocked. She was sprawled across her bed so I huddled in a ball inthe corner of her bed and tried to sleep in my dress. Of coarse her alarm on her phone kept going off and her dog was biting me he whole time. I shut her phone off and got about 2 hours of sleep. FUN TIME!
Clever
THIS is an awsome PR stunt and I think I know the peeps behind it. Well played!
The article also mentions the PR peeps at C. Ron's show were super strict. I do the door quite often myself and maybe for backstage at a fashion show it's one thing, but you gotta know WHO your saying no to! Yes, it's impossible to know everyone but Stam? Come on!
The article also mentions the PR peeps at C. Ron's show were super strict. I do the door quite often myself and maybe for backstage at a fashion show it's one thing, but you gotta know WHO your saying no to! Yes, it's impossible to know everyone but Stam? Come on!
R.I.P.
Bye Bye Astroland. My dad used to take us to Coney Island when we were super young. I never rode on the Cyclone but we would go just so my dad and brother could. Guess I never ever will.
Bye Bye Rent. I saw Rent 6 or 7 times. The first time was with my friend Harper. Then we went to go see it in camp which was amazing because thats all we sang on the bus and in the cabin. Then we went for Harper's Sweet 16. Then a couple more times. I always said they should film the show and make a "movie" and sure enough they actually made a movie. I hear they filmed the last show. I'll have to get on that. Fabulous fabulous show.
Some favorite lyrics...
December 24th, 1989, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.
"Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today!"
To hand crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou.
Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation...
Mucho masturbation.
I've gotta get outta here! It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck being packed in with fertilizer, and fuel oil. Pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. I've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta find a way... to jump over the moon.
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love.
And my favorite song, Take Me!
Bye Bye Rent. I saw Rent 6 or 7 times. The first time was with my friend Harper. Then we went to go see it in camp which was amazing because thats all we sang on the bus and in the cabin. Then we went for Harper's Sweet 16. Then a couple more times. I always said they should film the show and make a "movie" and sure enough they actually made a movie. I hear they filmed the last show. I'll have to get on that. Fabulous fabulous show.
Some favorite lyrics...
December 24th, 1989, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.
"Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today!"
To hand crafted beers made in local breweries, to yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou.
Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation...
Mucho masturbation.
I've gotta get outta here! It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck being packed in with fertilizer, and fuel oil. Pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. I've gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta find a way... to jump over the moon.
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man? Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love... seasons of love.
And my favorite song, Take Me!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Frozen Yogurt Takeover
First it was cupcakes. Buttercup and Cupcake Cafe were around for a while. Then the explosion with Magnolia, Crumbs, Sprinkles, etc.
Now it's frozen yogurt. Tastie-D, Yolato, Pinkberry, Red Mango and 16 Handles which was the inspiration for this posting. Thanks to my good old friend Harper, it came highly recommended and my roommate and I headed down there for a nice little "dinner".
I have to say, I am not a fan of frozen yogurt at all but this really hit the spot. My combo for the night was vanilla with fresh mango, raspberries and Heath Bar. This place was pretty cool. You get your cup, fill it with the flavor of your choice, and head to the toppings bar to fill with all you could desire. They weigh, you pay and then eat. YUM! We even walked across the street to enjoy one of the last summer evenings.
Now it's frozen yogurt. Tastie-D, Yolato, Pinkberry, Red Mango and 16 Handles which was the inspiration for this posting. Thanks to my good old friend Harper, it came highly recommended and my roommate and I headed down there for a nice little "dinner".
I have to say, I am not a fan of frozen yogurt at all but this really hit the spot. My combo for the night was vanilla with fresh mango, raspberries and Heath Bar. This place was pretty cool. You get your cup, fill it with the flavor of your choice, and head to the toppings bar to fill with all you could desire. They weigh, you pay and then eat. YUM! We even walked across the street to enjoy one of the last summer evenings.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Trend Alert
I'm not thrilled about it but I want it on record that I am calling this. Vampires will be the new black this fall.
Summer Bucket List
I have about two weeks and counting to finish up this list.
Walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.
See an outdoor movie.
Go to Brooklyn Flea.
Check out Brooklyn Indie Market.
Cloisters.
Waffle Truck.
Walk over the Brooklyn Bridge.
See an outdoor movie.
Go to Brooklyn Flea.
Check out Brooklyn Indie Market.
Cloisters.
Waffle Truck.
It'ssssss hereeeeee
Fashion Week is upon us ya'll! (Who am I?)
I'll try to keep up but probably won't as much as the other sites which I will borrow information from. We are doing a couple of events but nothing in the tents this time.
A quote for starters;
Overheard at a kick off event
Women to publicist "OMG is that from Alice + Olivia?!?"
Publicist "Yup."
Publicist walks away with friend saying "It's actually from Forever21."
HA!
I'll try to keep up but probably won't as much as the other sites which I will borrow information from. We are doing a couple of events but nothing in the tents this time.
A quote for starters;
Overheard at a kick off event
Women to publicist "OMG is that from Alice + Olivia?!?"
Publicist "Yup."
Publicist walks away with friend saying "It's actually from Forever21."
HA!
I Will Now Be Poor
The Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte (with soy) is back on the menu. There goes my money! I was searching for a fun pic and found this cute site.
Hot Hat
There is just something about a guy in an Ohio State hat that gets me excited. I was on the football website and this dude's face was on it for whatever reason but he was automatically hotter to me just cuz of the hat. Hmm.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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