Alright, this is going to get me in trouble and definitely pushes it as far as my blog too personal. But I just got back from a date with this guy. I went on a date with him last year as per my previous post and we ran into each other on Tuesday. We've talked online before and someone got in a fairly personal conversation about past relationships and what we like/ dislike in those relationships, etc. I was very clear as to how I felt about certain dating situations and how many things in a date need to go right for things to work, etc. Anyway, we went out tonight and had a nice time. Despite a background that would stereotype him as a geek, it became apparent early in the date that he was smooth. Dating 101 that I have not seemed to master; getting into someone's personal space, touching someone's arm, knee, etc. He had all the moves. And as per dating 101's intended results, after 1 small drink, I could no longer tell if our conversation led to chemistry or it was his smooth operations.
Anyway, long story short, it became apparent he was only after one thing. In fact, ironically enough, I may have met the male version of myself. (not regarding the only after one thing part) Birthdays one date apart, he's impatient, creative, interesting, selfish, honest.. and a good kisser. Yup, totally the male version of me. But I'm annoyed that he was in fact, a player. Just goes to show that anyone can be a player. You can be a super geek.. have gone to a super geeky school, be in computers, it don't matter. If you just follow these simple rules..
Oh, you think I'm going to tell you how? No way. There are enough players in NYC.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Summer 2007 is Back for Me
On the way to the ICP (International Center of Photography) and on the way back, I had some interesting run-ins. First, was debating whether or not to take the 6 train or NRQW and settled on the NRQW. On the platform, saw this guy I briefly dated last year. I actually probably met him in late August. And he's one of my inspirations for starting a blog. Last summer, I was on match.com and at the same time, was having a streak of good guy luck-reconnecting with people, and meeting some nice guys at bars. Basically, at my height, I went on 5 dates in one week. I was casually dating two guys with the same name. And- going back to guy on subway platform, found vast amounts in humor in the fact that he has the same name, hair color, and worked at the same company as my friend's boyfriend. So we had a nice, slightly awkward 10 minute chat. He's still pretty cute but I never felt like we fully connected.
After getting out of the subway, I walked past this guy who went to my church and I see once a year at Christmas. Incidentally, he was also once featured in the New York Times "The Hunt" feature in the real estate section.
Then on the way back, first ran into the guy I went to college with. He was in a popular improve group and I guess for the past 2 years has been selling salon packages. I'm guessing probably part time while he pursues his acting? I've seen him many times. And then ran into this guy I met through Match last year. After looking back at my old emails, it's quite possible we may have gone on our first date exactly a year ago. But at the time, I was dating so many guys I couldn't keep track and therefor, we never made it to a second date but still talk online. Anyway, talk about your past coming back to you. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
And by the way, for some annoying reason, my phone keeps typing "wov" instead of "you" when I used T9. Interesting..
After getting out of the subway, I walked past this guy who went to my church and I see once a year at Christmas. Incidentally, he was also once featured in the New York Times "The Hunt" feature in the real estate section.
Then on the way back, first ran into the guy I went to college with. He was in a popular improve group and I guess for the past 2 years has been selling salon packages. I'm guessing probably part time while he pursues his acting? I've seen him many times. And then ran into this guy I met through Match last year. After looking back at my old emails, it's quite possible we may have gone on our first date exactly a year ago. But at the time, I was dating so many guys I couldn't keep track and therefor, we never made it to a second date but still talk online. Anyway, talk about your past coming back to you. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
And by the way, for some annoying reason, my phone keeps typing "wov" instead of "you" when I used T9. Interesting..
Sparks in my Apt!
Today I had a friend (and regular reader!) come over and cut off the super padlock on my window. Someone somewhere along the line lost the key, rendering the fire escape essentially useless and impossible to access. Anyway, thought this made an interesting picture. Yes, he's single, an architect and knows how to use his tools.
Back to the Real World?
On Monday, I called in sick. I was working off a cold and felt too tired to function, let alone travel back into the city. However, I gathered some energy, controlled my dizziness and hit the mall. It's hard to pass up that opportunity, especially since I knew it would actually not be crowded. Jeeze man. Ain't no sign of a recession at the Garden State. Every time I make it over to that joint (about once every other month or less) there's a slew of new stores that have opened up, each one ritzier than the next. This trip, I passed a newly opened Kate Spade, and Juicy Couture among others.
Camping.. Day 2 Part Two
So where was I? Got off on a tangent about the contradictions of camping and the modern world. Presidency here I come.
After a full day of paddling and enjoying the sites on the second day, we realized we'd better get a camp site fast before they filled up. Fortunately, we got the last open site. If we had missed it, we would have had to paddle to the end- only another hour but we were barely able to move our arms. Anywho, we got the most ghetto camp site ever. I now know what makes a good site and what's bad. It was on a fairly small island and had absolutely no privacy. There were no paths to go off and deal with mother nature and if I wanted to change, I ended up either flashing the two guys I was with, or giving the kayakers a show. On the bright side, since we were on an island, we could rest peacefully knowing we wouldn't be attacked by bears.
Once again, we had to haul the canoe and kayak up a treacherously steep, muddy incline. We rested both on a patch of grass and tied them to some large, dead trees. Then spent the next hour building a fire and eating way too much food. I still don't know whose idea it was to tear into 2 freeze dried dinners and some Shop-Rite canned pasta totaling enough food for 10 people. Needless to say my stomach was not happy and I soon learned why I could never eat to excess if I lived out in the woods. However, an hour later, my stomach recovered for campfire roasted marsh mellows. Yes, there will always be room for those. In fact, my friend and I attacked the already hung up food bag, like bears, to access the puff balls of sugar.
Back to another night of tossing, turning and trying to block out the sounds with my bad ear. Every time I fell asleep, my friend woke up, sat up and told us all to hush, and that he heard something in the woods. My response was that you might as well go to sleep and ignore it cause it wasn't like you could do anything. I'm sort of sad I missed it and tuned out cause his impression the next day of the curious creature outside our tent was an interesting mix of the alien from Signs and a large affectionate cat.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of our harrowing night. Around 3:30 am, all awake from the mysterious creature outside, it started to thunder and lightening. It could have been 3am, but ever since "Paranormal State," I refuse to look at the clock if I think it's 3am (dead hour) when all the spirits come out. Then it started to POUR. I vowed never again to love summer thunder storms and to wish they'd last longer. We all realized that the impact of the torrential rain on our boats security and started praying they wouldn't slide into the river. That was the longest 45 minutes in recent memory and I think I was either counting the seconds or praying 90% of the time. The lightening illuminating the tent was a perfect scene out of a horror movie and my friend was kind enough to relay a horror movie type story before we went to bed that night. Okay, so I have a wild imagination. My prayers were answered. The rain stopped, our boats remained secure and there were no ax murderers outside our tent.
The next morning we woke up early and hit the water before most people were up. I think the last hour of our journey was the most relaxing, beautiful part of the trip. The perfectly calm water reflected the sky and surrounding trees. At times, it looked like we were paddling into the sky. And just like that, my three day adventure was over.
After a full day of paddling and enjoying the sites on the second day, we realized we'd better get a camp site fast before they filled up. Fortunately, we got the last open site. If we had missed it, we would have had to paddle to the end- only another hour but we were barely able to move our arms. Anywho, we got the most ghetto camp site ever. I now know what makes a good site and what's bad. It was on a fairly small island and had absolutely no privacy. There were no paths to go off and deal with mother nature and if I wanted to change, I ended up either flashing the two guys I was with, or giving the kayakers a show. On the bright side, since we were on an island, we could rest peacefully knowing we wouldn't be attacked by bears.
Once again, we had to haul the canoe and kayak up a treacherously steep, muddy incline. We rested both on a patch of grass and tied them to some large, dead trees. Then spent the next hour building a fire and eating way too much food. I still don't know whose idea it was to tear into 2 freeze dried dinners and some Shop-Rite canned pasta totaling enough food for 10 people. Needless to say my stomach was not happy and I soon learned why I could never eat to excess if I lived out in the woods. However, an hour later, my stomach recovered for campfire roasted marsh mellows. Yes, there will always be room for those. In fact, my friend and I attacked the already hung up food bag, like bears, to access the puff balls of sugar.
Back to another night of tossing, turning and trying to block out the sounds with my bad ear. Every time I fell asleep, my friend woke up, sat up and told us all to hush, and that he heard something in the woods. My response was that you might as well go to sleep and ignore it cause it wasn't like you could do anything. I'm sort of sad I missed it and tuned out cause his impression the next day of the curious creature outside our tent was an interesting mix of the alien from Signs and a large affectionate cat.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of our harrowing night. Around 3:30 am, all awake from the mysterious creature outside, it started to thunder and lightening. It could have been 3am, but ever since "Paranormal State," I refuse to look at the clock if I think it's 3am (dead hour) when all the spirits come out. Then it started to POUR. I vowed never again to love summer thunder storms and to wish they'd last longer. We all realized that the impact of the torrential rain on our boats security and started praying they wouldn't slide into the river. That was the longest 45 minutes in recent memory and I think I was either counting the seconds or praying 90% of the time. The lightening illuminating the tent was a perfect scene out of a horror movie and my friend was kind enough to relay a horror movie type story before we went to bed that night. Okay, so I have a wild imagination. My prayers were answered. The rain stopped, our boats remained secure and there were no ax murderers outside our tent.
The next morning we woke up early and hit the water before most people were up. I think the last hour of our journey was the most relaxing, beautiful part of the trip. The perfectly calm water reflected the sky and surrounding trees. At times, it looked like we were paddling into the sky. And just like that, my three day adventure was over.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Camping / Kayaking/ Canoing Trip Day 2
Pictures won't be for a while. I can't be bringing my digital camera into the wilderness and I ain't got enough dough for some fancy iPhone...
It was amazing how after one night, the river looked very different. There was a beautiful, misty fog making the river and camp site picturesque. The muddy waters from the storm seemed to have cleared and the water level lowered, allowing us an easier route to the river. I was at this point, more afraid of our friend the bear than ever but so no evidence of his company. Although I ain't no tracker.
For some reason, the second day seemed more enjoyable. Perhaps we seemed further away from civilization and the roads. We paddled through the section of the river that curves, passing beautiful cliffs, islands, very light rapids, and perfectly quiet open expanses of the river. I felt like I was finally taking in all the nature around me. But also had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I wasn't sure if I could handle another night in the woods fearing the bears and dealing with the calls of nature, out in nature. On the other hand, I wanted to push myself to the limits. Be on a mini vacation, away from the comforts of home.
I noticed the irony of paying a company so that we can have an outdoor experience. So we can experience how people have lived for thousands of years. But how on the other hand, we had some fairly high tech, expensive equipment from our water proof bags, to our self inflating sleeping mats, and our freeze dried dinners. I noticed the irony of our instant oatmeal taking 40 minutes to make after building a fire and boiling water. Or how when doing your natural business, you think you're giving back to nature until you realize that you've consumed more preservatives and chemicals on the trip through countless energy bars, canned and bagged food than you probably would in the comforts of your own home. And that nowadays, even knowing about survival techniques and frequently camping, is an expensive "hobby" that only those with the time and money can afford. Everything is completely backwards. And supposedly it's liberal to want to conserve our environment?
Well for one, you certainly can't indulge in the American culture of excess while out in the woods. Whether it's the issue of having to carry everything you eat and your garbage, or the total inconvenience of ridding yourself of what you eat- definitely can't over indulge.
Gotta get out of the house. Have the sniffles and feel like crap but might as well get some fresh air. More to come tonight about day two and an even scarier night in the woods.
It was amazing how after one night, the river looked very different. There was a beautiful, misty fog making the river and camp site picturesque. The muddy waters from the storm seemed to have cleared and the water level lowered, allowing us an easier route to the river. I was at this point, more afraid of our friend the bear than ever but so no evidence of his company. Although I ain't no tracker.
For some reason, the second day seemed more enjoyable. Perhaps we seemed further away from civilization and the roads. We paddled through the section of the river that curves, passing beautiful cliffs, islands, very light rapids, and perfectly quiet open expanses of the river. I felt like I was finally taking in all the nature around me. But also had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I wasn't sure if I could handle another night in the woods fearing the bears and dealing with the calls of nature, out in nature. On the other hand, I wanted to push myself to the limits. Be on a mini vacation, away from the comforts of home.
I noticed the irony of paying a company so that we can have an outdoor experience. So we can experience how people have lived for thousands of years. But how on the other hand, we had some fairly high tech, expensive equipment from our water proof bags, to our self inflating sleeping mats, and our freeze dried dinners. I noticed the irony of our instant oatmeal taking 40 minutes to make after building a fire and boiling water. Or how when doing your natural business, you think you're giving back to nature until you realize that you've consumed more preservatives and chemicals on the trip through countless energy bars, canned and bagged food than you probably would in the comforts of your own home. And that nowadays, even knowing about survival techniques and frequently camping, is an expensive "hobby" that only those with the time and money can afford. Everything is completely backwards. And supposedly it's liberal to want to conserve our environment?
Well for one, you certainly can't indulge in the American culture of excess while out in the woods. Whether it's the issue of having to carry everything you eat and your garbage, or the total inconvenience of ridding yourself of what you eat- definitely can't over indulge.
Gotta get out of the house. Have the sniffles and feel like crap but might as well get some fresh air. More to come tonight about day two and an even scarier night in the woods.
Camping/Canoeing/Kayaking Trip Recap Day 1
This morning I got back from a three days and two night camping/canoeing and kayaking trip down the Delaware. Check out Adventure Sport if you're ever interested. Basically you drop your car off at the Delaware Water Gap which is only about an hour and a half West of NYC from Route 80. After making sure you have all your gear, etc., you're driven up in a van to your drop off point. Our trip in the van took about an hour including stops to pick up other passengers. We started off about 33 miles north of the gap. Our driver gave us minimal information, i.e. feet up first and if you see a bear, you're screwed. We were also given a rudimentary map featuring various camping sites and "landmarks" along the river. The three of us were all novices but I guess it doesn't take much to learn how to paddle. Fortunately, my friend had checked out some instructional videos. And as far as outdoor safety, I was all set. One guy was a camp counsel for many years and has gone camping his whole life. Another guy is NOLS certified (National Outdoor Leadership School) and if that wasn't enough, spent 3-4 months biking across the country. So I felt pretty safe- a little nervous about being the only girl but yeah, I'm now definitely one of the guys.
So interesting fact about canoeing/kayaking - that shit takes work yo. It's quite the interesting and unique experience to realize your body and physical energy is the thing that will power you along your journey for 33 miles. Yes, obviously I have experienced the power of movement through running, biking, walking, etc. but each stroke gets you at tops, I believe 3-4 miles per hour. We were fortunate that last week's storm left the river moving faster than normal but yeah, I'm diesel now. The kayak was a bit easier to maneuver except of course, when I nearly got caught up in a tree, stuck in the water while going backwards. My friend claims I was an inch from flipping. Even so, I preferred it because the movement seemed more natural, distributing equal work between both arms. I never quite got the hang of the canoe- whether it was learning the subtle art of being the rudder or the vigorous, switching from side to side action as the motor.
On the first night, we set up camp on a site that according the map, was closed. We figured it had something to do with the high water level and the intense incline from river to land but their was actually no sign saying it was closed. After some serious lifting, dragging the canoe and kayak up the steep, muddy incline, we were finally able to set up camp. Our site was very remote. Seemed to be the only camp site open within that area- perhaps the nearest open site was not for another mile. Our fire pit overlooked a small cliff and offered us some serious seclusion.
After a hearty meal, raising our food bag high above our heads away from our tent, and realizing we were all too tired from our 6am wake up and lengthy trip to even speak coherently, we hit the sack. It was still light out- only around 8:30 but we were out like a light. Well at least one of us was. Let me tell you, in the woods, all types of things go bump in the night. And apparently there are bears yo. Fortunately, I gotz my bad ear. If I sleep on my good ear (my right side) everything is muffled. This comes in handy when trying to ignore the many nightly sounds, loud neighbors or buzz of the air conditioner. Not so handy when people make fun of me under their breath, or I'm trying to have an awkward bar/ phone conversation. Haven't figured out why I naturally hold the phone to my bad ear either.
Anyway, during the night, I could have 100% that at least 1 or both of my boyz had left the tent to pee. There was definitely some serious movement going on either inside or outside the tent and I was too afraid to listen and analyze whether or not it was just tossing and turning, or if we had a visitor. So the most part, I pushed my good ear firmly to my towel pillow, avoiding the sounds. The next morning we all woke up early and I asked if either had left the tent, and alas, both were too afraid of being mauled by a bear to venture outside. Hmm... to be continued..
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Officially the Best Fortune Ever
I kid you not, just had Chinese food at home in NJ and my fortune read, "You are the master of every situation." With numbers much more my flavor- 40 49 42 47 29 44. So each is either a 4 or 7 (favorite numbers) and if you subtract the 2's from the 9's you get 7's.
Anyway, you'll have to wait until Sunday night/Monday for further entertainment. I'm off kayaking/canoing with two friends down the Delaware River. Should be interesting. I'm soo needing some serious nature right now. I've only gone camping overnight while at Quaker Farm Camp once and somehow managed to injure 3 guys in the process. Sort of a long story but let's just say geode seeking and male competitiveness was involved. Needless to say, I believe all involved have fully recovered.
Have a good weekend and remember, in reality, we are all masters of every situation. But if theory doesn't suit the situation, it's totally fair to convince yourself that everything happens for a reason.
Anyway, you'll have to wait until Sunday night/Monday for further entertainment. I'm off kayaking/canoing with two friends down the Delaware River. Should be interesting. I'm soo needing some serious nature right now. I've only gone camping overnight while at Quaker Farm Camp once and somehow managed to injure 3 guys in the process. Sort of a long story but let's just say geode seeking and male competitiveness was involved. Needless to say, I believe all involved have fully recovered.
Have a good weekend and remember, in reality, we are all masters of every situation. But if theory doesn't suit the situation, it's totally fair to convince yourself that everything happens for a reason.
Officially the Worst Fortune Cookie Ever
Perhaps my numbers will give me better luck: 8, 55, 29. 20, 2 16 but none of them contain my two favorite numbers. But more importantly, I now know how to say Roast duck in Chinese. Perhaps this is punishment for eating a fortune cookie in a Japanese restaurant.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Best. Prepackaged. Brownie. Ever.
Just had a sample of this at Whole Foods.
http://dogoodiebrownies.com/
http://dogoodiebrownies.com/
Squirrel Porn and Then Some
Looks like someone was inspired by my posts on Squirrel Porn.
http://www.timeout.com/newyork/articles/museums-culture/42121/kung-poo-panda
http://www.timeout.com/newyork/articles/museums-culture/42121/kung-poo-panda
Monday, July 21, 2008
On A Lighter Note
I literally just laughed so hard I cried. OMG this is hysterical. I gots to watch me some more comedy.
Saw Another Symphonics Live Show
T'was awesome and inspiring as usual. Wanted to get Dana Parish to sign my CD but couldn't find her :). Anyway check out some new and fresh talent. I love them all but my new favorite is Grace Kalambay. She has a very beautiful and unique voice. All the singer/song writers spoke about working hard and following their dreams despite setbacks and the challenges but obviously they've kept at it and thank god they have! They'll go far! Talented and inspiring people.
Dana Parish
Dana Alexandra
Grace Kalambay
Spokinn Movement
The Eye Of Horus
Duv
Isaac "Funk Nasty" Teel
Nic Coolidge
Shawn "Mr. Symphonics Live" Randall
& More!
Dana Parish
Dana Alexandra
Grace Kalambay
Spokinn Movement
The Eye Of Horus
Duv
Isaac "Funk Nasty" Teel
Nic Coolidge
Shawn "Mr. Symphonics Live" Randall
& More!
Um yeah. So after I took a shower.. thank god it was AFTER! I heard a big bang.. and looked in the bathroom to see that the shower thingy had broken, rusted through and cracked leaving our hair shizzizzle all over the tub. Grrrrrrrrrr. It was rather expensive too but didn't last longer than a year a half. Oy.
Side Walk Drama
Forgot to mention- on the way to the event yesterday morning, I walked by this girl totally having a nervous breakdown. It could have been some sort of performance art it was so dramatic. She was in a sort of yoga type outfit, pretty, young and had a 3 ring binder. She was tearing out the pages, ripping them in half and screaming, "Every thing fails! Everything I do fails!" And then walks away, crying. I sort of wanted to see what she was tearing out but I had to get to the event. Made me appreciate my ability to stay positive and keep my head on straight when times were really tough a year ago. Jeeze. I hope everything works out! On the bright side, looks like she's hit rock bottom.
Happy Monday
Rise and shine puppy dog.
I totally forgot that this what my parents would say to me while trying to wake up. Don't know why they referenced puppy dogs when we're all such cat people. But that's just one of those things that just makes you go aw, and remember parts of your childhood, parental sayings that you heard but didn't really think about.
I totally forgot that this what my parents would say to me while trying to wake up. Don't know why they referenced puppy dogs when we're all such cat people. But that's just one of those things that just makes you go aw, and remember parts of your childhood, parental sayings that you heard but didn't really think about.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Dog Days of Summer
I've been bad with the photos lately and apologize for that. I gotz to maka da money so I can gets me a new camera. Have my eye on the Canon EOS 40D or a used 20D or 30D. Also thought I had settled on a Canon but after speaking to a Nikon sales rep, am back to being confused.
Today I was in a panel discussion about a photo industry topic. It was pretty cool and I feel special, like I'm finally making my mark. Plus I'm impressed that I managed to go out last night until 3am, then get to the event around 11:45 and speak in front of 120 people. It definitely made me more passionate about my job and the industry I'm in. It's a super cool community of people and I'm lucky to work in a field that I'm passionate about.
A Tipsy Escapade and Boozy Weekend
So after months of feeling like my life has been boring guy-wise and not really going out, I feel like I'm back in the saddle again. Back to my crazyish former self. Not in a super slutty way, or super crazy- just the outgoing, makes friends with everyone, etc.
Saturday night, met up with some coworkers and had a blast even though I was fairly hung over from Friday. At some point while on the way to the bathroom, someone bangs into me and I do a dramatic reenactment of the event. This super cute guy sees my terrible reenactment and tells me I have good balance.. ooh. Interesting. Then just when I'm about to leave and say goodbye to my bartender (cutest Scottish bartender ever) a typical Bon Jovi song comes on. The same cute guy is next to me and we chat it up, pretending to sing our hearts out to the song. Apparently despite my disdain for the song, I sing it with the type of passion that only a Jersey girl can muster. Based on his friendliness, unique charm and boyish good looks, I just assume he's not from the tri-state area. (Sorry boys - Sometimes you just know..) And I was right. Him and his two friends are from New Orleans and live in Brooklyn. Definitely another reason why I should frequent Brooklyn bars more often. I start chatting with his cute but geekier and less smooth friend who I find interesting and somewhat amusing. But then he heads to the can and boy #1 swoops in to dance with me. Quite the charmer and good dancer and before you know it.. I have been somewhat willingly swept up by his dancing skills and um, exuberance. He sort of ruined my chances with the guy I can actually see dating but at least I know that they're out there. Who wants to head over to Brooklyn with me next outing? Maybe in two weeks.. I need to recover from this weekend.
Saturday night, met up with some coworkers and had a blast even though I was fairly hung over from Friday. At some point while on the way to the bathroom, someone bangs into me and I do a dramatic reenactment of the event. This super cute guy sees my terrible reenactment and tells me I have good balance.. ooh. Interesting. Then just when I'm about to leave and say goodbye to my bartender (cutest Scottish bartender ever) a typical Bon Jovi song comes on. The same cute guy is next to me and we chat it up, pretending to sing our hearts out to the song. Apparently despite my disdain for the song, I sing it with the type of passion that only a Jersey girl can muster. Based on his friendliness, unique charm and boyish good looks, I just assume he's not from the tri-state area. (Sorry boys - Sometimes you just know..) And I was right. Him and his two friends are from New Orleans and live in Brooklyn. Definitely another reason why I should frequent Brooklyn bars more often. I start chatting with his cute but geekier and less smooth friend who I find interesting and somewhat amusing. But then he heads to the can and boy #1 swoops in to dance with me. Quite the charmer and good dancer and before you know it.. I have been somewhat willingly swept up by his dancing skills and um, exuberance. He sort of ruined my chances with the guy I can actually see dating but at least I know that they're out there. Who wants to head over to Brooklyn with me next outing? Maybe in two weeks.. I need to recover from this weekend.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A SOBER Escapade
After an unofficial poll, it has come to my attention that my blog does not have enough stories of drunken escapades. I have informed these pollsters that my parents read my blog and possibly some coworkers. But to please my readers.. I'll throw in something that will hopefully fill that empty void in your [hearts?].
Two months ago, as you may recall, I went to Cancun with a bunch of friends. We stayed at an all inclusive resort, away from the crazy, MTV party atmosphere. The second day, the majority of the group left the confines of the hotel to attend a wedding, leaving me and two guys to relax and lazily fend for ourselves. I unfortunately brought the worst bathing suit in terms of tan lines and didn't want to get a deep, random tan line. The previous day, I had noticed two girls sunbathing topless on the beach. So I figured since I was out of the country, I might as well do the same.
Around mid day, I gathered my courage and iPod, and instructed the guys that they were not to come to the beach area for at least an hour or look over the railing towards the beach etc. They were aware of my plans and teased me when I started to chicken out. At the beach, to my chagrin, there were 3 guys hanging out, tossing around a football in the water, and so I proceeded to the furthest beach chair- furthest meaning about 10 yards. For the next 10-15 minutes, I laid their topless, listening to my iPod, willing the sun to give me an all-around, even tan- FAST. The intense Mexican sun was making me fairly hot and I figured what's the point of sun bathing topless if I wasn't going to go at least half skinny dipping.
After some more courage gathering, and waiting for the guys to look towards the ocean, I ran into the water. The minute a plunked myself in, under the cover of the waves, their football landed near the water next to me. Wanting to seem nonchalant, and totally comfortable with the situation, I naturally tossed the football back to them. Went a few rounds and learned that sports bras and bathing suit tops were made for a reason. Just as I was about to give up, they tossed the ball towards me but it ended up hitting the shore. Finally, I ran out of the water, and made my best spastic effort to toss the ball to them while my back faced the ocean. I ran to my chair, threw on my top and one of the Irish blokes came out of the water to convince me to play again. So for the next half hour, I tossed the football (top on) with the builder, banker and printer. (The candlestick maker couldn't make it).
And of course the next day, I trekked across the street to the mall and bought myself a bandeau bathing suit top and matching bottoms.
Two months ago, as you may recall, I went to Cancun with a bunch of friends. We stayed at an all inclusive resort, away from the crazy, MTV party atmosphere. The second day, the majority of the group left the confines of the hotel to attend a wedding, leaving me and two guys to relax and lazily fend for ourselves. I unfortunately brought the worst bathing suit in terms of tan lines and didn't want to get a deep, random tan line. The previous day, I had noticed two girls sunbathing topless on the beach. So I figured since I was out of the country, I might as well do the same.
Around mid day, I gathered my courage and iPod, and instructed the guys that they were not to come to the beach area for at least an hour or look over the railing towards the beach etc. They were aware of my plans and teased me when I started to chicken out. At the beach, to my chagrin, there were 3 guys hanging out, tossing around a football in the water, and so I proceeded to the furthest beach chair- furthest meaning about 10 yards. For the next 10-15 minutes, I laid their topless, listening to my iPod, willing the sun to give me an all-around, even tan- FAST. The intense Mexican sun was making me fairly hot and I figured what's the point of sun bathing topless if I wasn't going to go at least half skinny dipping.
After some more courage gathering, and waiting for the guys to look towards the ocean, I ran into the water. The minute a plunked myself in, under the cover of the waves, their football landed near the water next to me. Wanting to seem nonchalant, and totally comfortable with the situation, I naturally tossed the football back to them. Went a few rounds and learned that sports bras and bathing suit tops were made for a reason. Just as I was about to give up, they tossed the ball towards me but it ended up hitting the shore. Finally, I ran out of the water, and made my best spastic effort to toss the ball to them while my back faced the ocean. I ran to my chair, threw on my top and one of the Irish blokes came out of the water to convince me to play again. So for the next half hour, I tossed the football (top on) with the builder, banker and printer. (The candlestick maker couldn't make it).
And of course the next day, I trekked across the street to the mall and bought myself a bandeau bathing suit top and matching bottoms.
A Complaint
Alright. I'm trying not to complain but figured I'd get my anger and negative energy out before yoga.
Last night I spoke to my mom who I haven't spoken to in about a week. Don't know how that happened. And she informed me that my aunt (i.e. very mean and bitter woman) had recently sold this really cool chest that originally belonged to my grandmother, at an auction. I never knew about this very cool chest that had intricate, inlaid designs, many drawers and fantastic details until I came down to Philly a month ago at the request of my aunt who was giving us a few things she didn't want. I appreciate that she gave us at least a few things, but to some up how the very awkward experience went I'll quote a line of hers from the trip.
me: trying to make awkward conversation, "So, is Ritten House Square sort of like Washington Square Park, and the Village."
aunt: in haughty, scornful , demeaning tone, "No honey, it's like Park Avenue."
well excuuuuuse me.
Anyway, what bothered the hell out of me was that one, she does noes not in any way need the money. Two, why did she bother telling my mother after the fact without giving her any choice as to whether or not my mother wanted it! Three, to her it may be a physical object with a monetary value, but to me, it's an heirloom and connection to my family- something which we have very little of.
My father successfully calmed me down by pointing out that our family has had something that she never had- love, kindness and many happy shared experiences. And in keeping with that positive, the complete lack of relationship that my mother and her sister have has always served as a warning as to what I don't want. Any time I'm mad at my sister, I think of them and instantly realize how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, loving relationship.
Last night I spoke to my mom who I haven't spoken to in about a week. Don't know how that happened. And she informed me that my aunt (i.e. very mean and bitter woman) had recently sold this really cool chest that originally belonged to my grandmother, at an auction. I never knew about this very cool chest that had intricate, inlaid designs, many drawers and fantastic details until I came down to Philly a month ago at the request of my aunt who was giving us a few things she didn't want. I appreciate that she gave us at least a few things, but to some up how the very awkward experience went I'll quote a line of hers from the trip.
me: trying to make awkward conversation, "So, is Ritten House Square sort of like Washington Square Park, and the Village."
aunt: in haughty, scornful , demeaning tone, "No honey, it's like Park Avenue."
well excuuuuuse me.
Anyway, what bothered the hell out of me was that one, she does noes not in any way need the money. Two, why did she bother telling my mother after the fact without giving her any choice as to whether or not my mother wanted it! Three, to her it may be a physical object with a monetary value, but to me, it's an heirloom and connection to my family- something which we have very little of.
My father successfully calmed me down by pointing out that our family has had something that she never had- love, kindness and many happy shared experiences. And in keeping with that positive, the complete lack of relationship that my mother and her sister have has always served as a warning as to what I don't want. Any time I'm mad at my sister, I think of them and instantly realize how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, loving relationship.
Linked Up. Sort of
One of these guys went to my college. He's a year younger than me and was best friends with my suite mate. I'm hoping his success is an inspiration and an indication of what I can do.. I knew he owned his own company and he'd be working, on the computer all day. Genius.
http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/kirshenbaum_bond/media_kitchen_cooks_up_curiosity_89218.asp
http://www.mediabistro.com/agencyspy/kirshenbaum_bond/media_kitchen_cooks_up_curiosity_89218.asp
Monday, July 14, 2008
Some Inspirational Quotes from The Alchemist
"When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream."
"It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only."
"It's true that everything has its Personal Legend, but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one thing only."
I Don't Get It
So Julia, Meghan and Mary finally got their website up and running. I'm kind of disappointed. I enjoyed reading their blogs and while I found them to be someone full of themselves, this is a bit over the top. It's now sort of a Real World meets the Blog world. But more like Real World recent seasons where all the "real" people are super polished and pretty. But I'll keep an open mind and will continue to check it out.
http://nonsociety.com/
http://nonsociety.com/
Friday, July 11, 2008
Underwear Continued
Last post before I spend a weekend in the idyllic countryside of Vermont and wander and ponder my way through the woods.
I finally returned the mysterious calvin klein black boxer briefs that ended up in my laundry to the laundromat. My friend suggested I should have written my number on the back of the briefs, giving new meaning to booty call.
NICE. Dude, you're funny. Quit your day job and help me write that screen play!!!
I finally returned the mysterious calvin klein black boxer briefs that ended up in my laundry to the laundromat. My friend suggested I should have written my number on the back of the briefs, giving new meaning to booty call.
NICE. Dude, you're funny. Quit your day job and help me write that screen play!!!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Rhyme & Reason
For those of you that follow my blog, you'll know that I'm a strong believer in fate and often notice the frequency of patterns and coincidences in my life. Actually, I've just brain washed myself to think that everything happens for a reason in order to get me through the ups and downs. Sort of like my own take on religion. Anyway, this is just one of those incidents that I forgot to mention (incident not so dramatic or life changing but non the less, quite the coincidence).
On Sunday, I took the bus back into the city and as usual, had a spirited internal debate as to whether or not to go running in Central Park despite the threat of rain and approach of darkness. As I often do, I walked outside to get to the NR because I hate the long, stuffy underpass. To my chagrin, both entrances to the trains were closed. In frustration, I decided to walk home as an alternative to running in the park. I was also feeling someone bored as I have in the past week and hoped I could find an available friend to have dinner with while walking home and planning my next move. As usual, I followed the lights, zigzagging South East at a completely random route. I look up, and to my surprise, see my good friend walking home from a shopping trip. In fact, he had turned his phone off, cause like me.. he likes his solitude. Just thought it was a random coincidence and another aspect of the city that I love.
Gnight!
On Sunday, I took the bus back into the city and as usual, had a spirited internal debate as to whether or not to go running in Central Park despite the threat of rain and approach of darkness. As I often do, I walked outside to get to the NR because I hate the long, stuffy underpass. To my chagrin, both entrances to the trains were closed. In frustration, I decided to walk home as an alternative to running in the park. I was also feeling someone bored as I have in the past week and hoped I could find an available friend to have dinner with while walking home and planning my next move. As usual, I followed the lights, zigzagging South East at a completely random route. I look up, and to my surprise, see my good friend walking home from a shopping trip. In fact, he had turned his phone off, cause like me.. he likes his solitude. Just thought it was a random coincidence and another aspect of the city that I love.
Gnight!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Ask And You Shall Receive
If you will recall, in my last post, I noted how boring my life has been lately. Um, Yeah, that was like, so yesterday. After work, I met up with a friend who I haven't seen since December at Cipriani's in Grand Central. Don't let the name intimidate you. My house glass of white wine was actually two glasses in one for a mere $10 i.e. I actually had a separate cantor? for the other half of my wine.
Anyway, we're sitting their catching up, discussing what photo class we're going to take when this older (mid 40s) man next to us inquires as to what we're doing. 30 minutes later we know his life story and suddenly learn a whole different perspective. Like perhaps the difficulties of being middle aged, separated, with children, wealthy, at the top of ones career but lonely. I supposed the grass is never greener on the other side. It definitely reminded me a bit of what New York and life is all about-- meeting people from all different walks of life. And taking pleasure in the unpredictable.
Moments later, an older gentleman, who clearly had one two many, interrupts our conversation and takes it to a whole new.. uh, level. He was toasted, with his friend who is also married with kids in college. The guy lives in Scarsdale and both his kids go to Cornell. Move over the Real Housewives of Orange County/New York. There's a whole new story here.. The Work Husbands of Westchester who smoke pot, snort coke, drink regularly and hit on young ladies. I hope these aren't the relationships I have to look forward to. And I love how they kept looking for us for entertainment as if we were going out on a Tuesday night and had this incredibly interesting life. No, we may have the youth and, according to them, beauty, but certainly not the money to maintain that party lifestyle!
Anyway, all in all, it was a very interesting evening and I may now have a standing date on Tuesday nights in Grand Central. Glad I found a partner in crime. Or two.
Anyway, we're sitting their catching up, discussing what photo class we're going to take when this older (mid 40s) man next to us inquires as to what we're doing. 30 minutes later we know his life story and suddenly learn a whole different perspective. Like perhaps the difficulties of being middle aged, separated, with children, wealthy, at the top of ones career but lonely. I supposed the grass is never greener on the other side. It definitely reminded me a bit of what New York and life is all about-- meeting people from all different walks of life. And taking pleasure in the unpredictable.
Moments later, an older gentleman, who clearly had one two many, interrupts our conversation and takes it to a whole new.. uh, level. He was toasted, with his friend who is also married with kids in college. The guy lives in Scarsdale and both his kids go to Cornell. Move over the Real Housewives of Orange County/New York. There's a whole new story here.. The Work Husbands of Westchester who smoke pot, snort coke, drink regularly and hit on young ladies. I hope these aren't the relationships I have to look forward to. And I love how they kept looking for us for entertainment as if we were going out on a Tuesday night and had this incredibly interesting life. No, we may have the youth and, according to them, beauty, but certainly not the money to maintain that party lifestyle!
Anyway, all in all, it was a very interesting evening and I may now have a standing date on Tuesday nights in Grand Central. Glad I found a partner in crime. Or two.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Mostly Pondering
Ever have one of those days or weeks when you feel like your life has gotten so boring. As an Aries, impatient and admittedly someone who who needs to be entertained at all times, this happens to me oh, every six months or so. I'm not looking for drama. In fact, I think all the drama has subsided for now. Just a little.. romance. Maybe it's the muggy weather. Or the fact that in an effort to lose weight and get healthy, I've curbed my drinking which has included limiting my outings. But in any case, I can use a little excitement.
I don't feel I'm alone in these sentiments. After our four day holiday, I came back to work and the usual questions floated around-- what did you do this weekend? How was your fourth? General consensus was that everyone had a relaxing (i.e. boring), uneventful (i.e. boring), low-key (i.e. boring) weekend. At least I'm not the only one.
I don't feel I'm alone in these sentiments. After our four day holiday, I came back to work and the usual questions floated around-- what did you do this weekend? How was your fourth? General consensus was that everyone had a relaxing (i.e. boring), uneventful (i.e. boring), low-key (i.e. boring) weekend. At least I'm not the only one.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Pondering While My Imagination Wanders
Just saw P.S. I Love You. Another sappy romance. I don't get the appeal of Hilary Swank. She's too skinny and looks kind of manly. But more importantly, that movie had some serious eye candy. Gerard Butler, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Harry Connick Jr. OH MY. For the life of me, I couldn't tell you who I want more between Butler and Morgan.. Those boys are fine! Okay, leaning towards Jeffrey Dean Morgan. And on that note, sweet dreams.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
New Headphones
Got new and free headphones at the Apple Store today. Definitely worth signing up and waiting for my appointment. Not sure if they dole out headphones to anyone but got free ones last year. My opening line was "I'm either going deaf, my iPod is broken, or the headphones are broken. You want to test it? Wait, just a sec while I put on some better music."
Also, just got highlights at this place recommended by my coworker. They look great and it was only $80 for a partial highlights, a cut and blowout. Give them good freakin tips because it only cost $80!!!!
Marysia Beauty Salon 101 First Ave. 212.777.2490
Also, just got highlights at this place recommended by my coworker. They look great and it was only $80 for a partial highlights, a cut and blowout. Give them good freakin tips because it only cost $80!!!!
Marysia Beauty Salon 101 First Ave. 212.777.2490
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
And P.S.
Towards the end of my walk through Washington Square Park, some 6 ft 5 Plus guy with dreads called me over to ask a question. I told him I had to go.. when a 6 ft 5 + stranger in a park calls you over, ya tell him you've gotta go,
And P.P.S. This morning I was pleasantly surprised to find my favorite earring I wore to my high school prom that I thought I lost in Mexico. As cliche as it was, I felt like Carrie finding her gold necklace in the lining of her bag. Similar situation feeling like she was losing herself in another country only to come home and realize she found herself again and in fact "her self" was always there. Just as my earring was under my bed all along!
And P.P.S. This morning I was pleasantly surprised to find my favorite earring I wore to my high school prom that I thought I lost in Mexico. As cliche as it was, I felt like Carrie finding her gold necklace in the lining of her bag. Similar situation feeling like she was losing herself in another country only to come home and realize she found herself again and in fact "her self" was always there. Just as my earring was under my bed all along!
Weird Message
Got this off a friends facebook friends.. thanks west coast sister.
http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-message-of-day.html
check it
http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/07/phone-message-of-day.html
check it
Third Date's the Charm
Today after yoga I went on my third date with myself. Wow, I think I'm in love. I usually don't give it up on the third date (so much pressure!) but since I showed myself such a great and romantic time, and really felt a connection...
I bought myself some yolato- got a small discount cause "I'm sweet." Little does yolato man know... Sat next to a bunch of hippies playing guitar in Washington Square Park. The one, cute, hippie girl of the group was describing her experience growing up on a farm in Indiana. I love New York. Many of the black men made comments about my yolato and inquired as to how good it was.
As I walked around, people watched, sat down and listened to various musical performances, I realized how this simple experience was both timeless and universal. It's one of the pleasures of living in any kind of city around the world. Whether sitting on the Duomo steps in Florence, Piazza Navona in Rome, or one of the various bridges of the Seine in Paris... As cheesy as this may sound, I sat there feeling connected to the people around me, nature, the city and myself- a perfect compliment after my yoga practice. Would have definitely been nice if I had a guy to experience all of this with me, but anyone reading this definitely now knows what I like. And as a nod to the 21st century, I managed to relate my experiences by the minute to various friends through text messages.
Anyway, it's safe to say that I rarely let a day go by without experiencing the various pleasures of the city.
Next up- I'll be able to answer the age old question as to whether or not blonds have more fun. Stay tuned..
I bought myself some yolato- got a small discount cause "I'm sweet." Little does yolato man know... Sat next to a bunch of hippies playing guitar in Washington Square Park. The one, cute, hippie girl of the group was describing her experience growing up on a farm in Indiana. I love New York. Many of the black men made comments about my yolato and inquired as to how good it was.
As I walked around, people watched, sat down and listened to various musical performances, I realized how this simple experience was both timeless and universal. It's one of the pleasures of living in any kind of city around the world. Whether sitting on the Duomo steps in Florence, Piazza Navona in Rome, or one of the various bridges of the Seine in Paris... As cheesy as this may sound, I sat there feeling connected to the people around me, nature, the city and myself- a perfect compliment after my yoga practice. Would have definitely been nice if I had a guy to experience all of this with me, but anyone reading this definitely now knows what I like. And as a nod to the 21st century, I managed to relate my experiences by the minute to various friends through text messages.
Anyway, it's safe to say that I rarely let a day go by without experiencing the various pleasures of the city.
Next up- I'll be able to answer the age old question as to whether or not blonds have more fun. Stay tuned..
Kitten Wars
I need to stop looking at kitten videos at work. They seriously make me crack up and completely lose it
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Super Star
I feel so accomplished. I ate a week's worth of cake and cupcakes today at work because of various parties. Instead of going out to dinner with a friend, I rescheduled and went running in the park. Post run, ate a healthy dinner, cleaned the dishes, cleaned the bathroom, and replaced the plastic lining shower curtain. I'm awesome. Now I'm definitely going to chillax. Maybe edumacate myself in some way.
Mawage
(insert Billy Crystal "Miracle Max" accent for the title)
I'm JAZZED by the news that two friends (one an avid blog reader) just got engaged. Clearly they're living, loving, learning and laughing together.
Word.
I'm JAZZED by the news that two friends (one an avid blog reader) just got engaged. Clearly they're living, loving, learning and laughing together.
Word.
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