Friday, February 8, 2008
only available in NY and CA
the deal is: if you're a rep, bring our team Pinkberry (mmmmazing organic frozen yogurt with toppings ranging from fruity pebbles, to raspberries, to kiwi, chesnuts) and you will automatically be put on the plan. teehee, this almost makes staying at work until 7:30pm on a friday night, worth it.
i can't believe you're single!
I haven't talked about any freaky New York dates lately. There just haven't been any recent disasters, (thank GOD) - so in their absence, I'm going back into the vault. They can only be about people I'm POSITIVE won't read this blog (OBV) ...
The-Financial-Consultant-who-lives-alone-on-the-UES-forevvvvvvvvvvver: I now know why. This guy was nice enough, but not very considerate. We met after work and since he knew I was fresh meat in the city, he took me to Central Park. (even though I told him I'd already been) I was wearing heels. We were walking, extensively, through the park, and I was in heels. Does this paint a picture for you? The original plan was to go to The Boathouse for dinner. When we finally got down there (blisters already), we realized it was closed for a wedding rehearsal. (Big surprise - it's THE BOATHOUSE, YOU IDIOT!) Oh you didn't bother to call and check? Reservation maybe? Riiiiiiight. So we hike back up to a restaurant called Park Avenue Summer. It changes according to the season. (the menu, entire restaurant decor, etc) Okay wait, rewind. I forgot that he was dragging out the helatious evening as much as feasibly possible. First we stopped in some hotel bar (it was cute, but I don't even remember the name because I was in so much pain from my shoes) and munched on nuts, kalmata olives and vodka tonics. Okay fast forward - finally at the restaurant. I'm pretty much OVER trying to be charming and charismatic. And since I'm already in a foul mood, I also feel the need to order things off the menu that I'm sure I won't like. For example, I ordered soft shell crab as my entree. Don't ask. It was awful. I was very grateful when it was finally over and completely dodged the request for a second date a few days later. (via email, mind you)
The moral of the story is, don't wear high heels in Central Park, and if the guy sucks, get sloshed at dinner to assure he doesn't request round 2.
The-Financial-Consultant-who-lives-alone-on-the-UES-forevvvvvvvvvvver: I now know why. This guy was nice enough, but not very considerate. We met after work and since he knew I was fresh meat in the city, he took me to Central Park. (even though I told him I'd already been) I was wearing heels. We were walking, extensively, through the park, and I was in heels. Does this paint a picture for you? The original plan was to go to The Boathouse for dinner. When we finally got down there (blisters already), we realized it was closed for a wedding rehearsal. (Big surprise - it's THE BOATHOUSE, YOU IDIOT!) Oh you didn't bother to call and check? Reservation maybe? Riiiiiiight. So we hike back up to a restaurant called Park Avenue Summer. It changes according to the season. (the menu, entire restaurant decor, etc) Okay wait, rewind. I forgot that he was dragging out the helatious evening as much as feasibly possible. First we stopped in some hotel bar (it was cute, but I don't even remember the name because I was in so much pain from my shoes) and munched on nuts, kalmata olives and vodka tonics. Okay fast forward - finally at the restaurant. I'm pretty much OVER trying to be charming and charismatic. And since I'm already in a foul mood, I also feel the need to order things off the menu that I'm sure I won't like. For example, I ordered soft shell crab as my entree. Don't ask. It was awful. I was very grateful when it was finally over and completely dodged the request for a second date a few days later. (via email, mind you)
The moral of the story is, don't wear high heels in Central Park, and if the guy sucks, get sloshed at dinner to assure he doesn't request round 2.
Monday, February 4, 2008
And the Oscar goes to...
I try not to talk a lot about political .. anything. It doesn't necessarily fit my personal description of "entertainment". However, the Democratic debate this past Thursday - held in LA's Kodak Theater - proved to be cinematically disturbing. This election is so monumental and at times, a bit much for "little ol me" (as someone so endearingly states) to digest. I'm personally sick and tired of being heckled on the street corners by the copious amount of Obama/Clinton advocates. That's another story. As I was saying about the theatrical debate...
You might compare the interaction between Senators Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton to that of a flirtatious encounter between the team captains of opposing high school debate teams. Toothy smiles and stolen glances were exchanged. At one point, Obama bent down to whisper niceities in Hill's ear. What is going on here?! Forgive me for my lack of appreciation for their compassion. But this is the gladiator arena. Save the fake-as-wedding-cake B.S. for post competition - or not at all. I didn't see Coach Tom Coughlin blowing kisses to Bill Belichick across the field (GO GIANTS) on Sunday night. I mean come on people. Give me a little American Dream here.
I wouldn't mind seeing a Democrat in the White House - don't get me wrong. But this display of competition is weak. On the other side, the Republicans were much more tooth & nail at Wednesday night's debate. Let it be known that nothing scares me more than the thought of Masshole Mitt Romney becoming president. (who - let me note - has withdrawn millions from his personal bank account - thus greatly outspending his rivals) Sighs.
At this point, I've become quite fond of Mrs. Clinton - who said of the Republican candidates: "They are more of the same. Neither of us, by looking at us, is more of the same - we will change our country". That is music to my ears.
You might compare the interaction between Senators Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton to that of a flirtatious encounter between the team captains of opposing high school debate teams. Toothy smiles and stolen glances were exchanged. At one point, Obama bent down to whisper niceities in Hill's ear. What is going on here?! Forgive me for my lack of appreciation for their compassion. But this is the gladiator arena. Save the fake-as-wedding-cake B.S. for post competition - or not at all. I didn't see Coach Tom Coughlin blowing kisses to Bill Belichick across the field (GO GIANTS) on Sunday night. I mean come on people. Give me a little American Dream here.
I wouldn't mind seeing a Democrat in the White House - don't get me wrong. But this display of competition is weak. On the other side, the Republicans were much more tooth & nail at Wednesday night's debate. Let it be known that nothing scares me more than the thought of Masshole Mitt Romney becoming president. (who - let me note - has withdrawn millions from his personal bank account - thus greatly outspending his rivals) Sighs.
At this point, I've become quite fond of Mrs. Clinton - who said of the Republican candidates: "They are more of the same. Neither of us, by looking at us, is more of the same - we will change our country". That is music to my ears.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
goodbye stranger
I was trekking the frigid five minutes to the subway the other morning, bouncing to the beat of my iPod - just minding my own. I was behind a tall man with dark hair. Before I realized it, I was following him. Now this isn't terribly strange, since there are about 6 high-rises on the water, near my building - and between the hours of 7 and 10, it's like a mass exodus to the train. Everyone is following someone.
There are three or four different paths you can take to get to the health-coffin that is the NYC subway, and something I've noticed in my commute is that people actually follow each other. It's like a pack of dogs. Manhattan is a little different. There are stoplights and walk/don't walk signs and you are sort of funneled down a predetermined path. But where there is no organization, the people try to create their own.
I saw the same handsome man the following morning. Now this really is chance. You almost never see the same person here twice. He dresses nicely. I fantasize about what he does for a living - maybe in publishing, or an architect. I had to follow him. His step was quick and stride was long - luckily so is mine. When we got to the train, I watched as he swiped his Metro card and was subsequently denied. The train was coming and there was no delaying - this would be our departure. I swipe my monthly unlimited card. Denied. I only have to replace this card once a month, strange. There are two new-card dispensing machines in the station. As I stood at the one next to him, I wondered if he recognized me or had seen me, or thought this was really coincidental and/or if I was a crazy person. I lost him in the crowded car and saw him re-emerge when we stepped onto 42nd St - Times Square. Up the escalator - he's quick - but I still have my eye on him. Up up up, and he takes the stairs to the 1,2,3 downtown. For the rest of my walk to work, I can't help but wonder where he's going. I also wonder if anyone is watching me.
I saw the same handsome man the following morning. Now this really is chance. You almost never see the same person here twice. He dresses nicely. I fantasize about what he does for a living - maybe in publishing, or an architect. I had to follow him. His step was quick and stride was long - luckily so is mine. When we got to the train, I watched as he swiped his Metro card and was subsequently denied. The train was coming and there was no delaying - this would be our departure. I swipe my monthly unlimited card. Denied. I only have to replace this card once a month, strange. There are two new-card dispensing machines in the station. As I stood at the one next to him, I wondered if he recognized me or had seen me, or thought this was really coincidental and/or if I was a crazy person. I lost him in the crowded car and saw him re-emerge when we stepped onto 42nd St - Times Square. Up the escalator - he's quick - but I still have my eye on him. Up up up, and he takes the stairs to the 1,2,3 downtown. For the rest of my walk to work, I can't help but wonder where he's going. I also wonder if anyone is watching me.
Friday, February 1, 2008
life blurb
So I was almost finished with a really great description of a rep dinner we had the other night, and realized it was completely brutal and the truth of the matter is, it's wildly irresponsible to rant about anything associated with your job in a public forum. Here's my recent life in a nutshell:
I was at work until 10PM on Monday night. Had a dinner at BLT Prime with MTV on Tuesday, which led to drinks at some BBQ place and ultimately champagne at Flute. Another dinner at Da Tomasso on the UWS on Wednesday. 2 happy hours (both of which I opted out on) last night and instead ventured out to the Bowery Hotel for DailyCandy.com's "Sweetest Things" party. The space was enchanting, drinks could have been better, and overall it was a nice time. I fell in love with a set of twins and their ability to create the most magnificant jewelry I've ever seen:
http://www.lizziefortunatojewels.com/
I am sort of in the beginning phases of obsession and will keep you posted.
Tonight I was told we're going to take it easy, but I find that hard to believe for a Friday night. A friend of mine (from USC) will be in NYC tonight and we are going to try and meet up. As for the remainder of the weekend, superbowl party (go giants). And I can't seem to stay away from Greenwich Village. What's that all about?
I was at work until 10PM on Monday night. Had a dinner at BLT Prime with MTV on Tuesday, which led to drinks at some BBQ place and ultimately champagne at Flute. Another dinner at Da Tomasso on the UWS on Wednesday. 2 happy hours (both of which I opted out on) last night and instead ventured out to the Bowery Hotel for DailyCandy.com's "Sweetest Things" party. The space was enchanting, drinks could have been better, and overall it was a nice time. I fell in love with a set of twins and their ability to create the most magnificant jewelry I've ever seen:
http://www.lizziefortunatojewels.com/
I am sort of in the beginning phases of obsession and will keep you posted.
Tonight I was told we're going to take it easy, but I find that hard to believe for a Friday night. A friend of mine (from USC) will be in NYC tonight and we are going to try and meet up. As for the remainder of the weekend, superbowl party (go giants). And I can't seem to stay away from Greenwich Village. What's that all about?
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