March 17, 2010
HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY!!!! I'm going out tonight in the Meatpacking District!!! Maybe I'll see some famous people! They do tend to hang out down there!! Kiss 'n Fly, here I come!!! I won't be blogging tonight, so I hope enjoyed your day!!!
Note to self: When you're only in town for another week and a half, go nuts!!!! You've worked your little booty off since you've been here!! Not that going nuts hasn't happened, but like grandma says, "Kick up your heels and enjoy your last 11 days in NYC!" You have to listen to your elders!! ;)
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Day 189
March 11, 2010
My day started at about 3:00 a.m...I'm guessing. I woke up to use the restroom. I want to tell you that my apartment is full of boxes, sporadically placed throughout my hardwood floor. I take a step and whap! Fall right down! It was one of those falls that drunk people do, too. They wobble a bit, try to get their balance, and then slip, sideways, right onto their tush. The thing is: I wasn't wasted. I swear!
Today was all about work, work, work! Tonight was a relief when I went out to celebrate my friend, Morgan's, birthday! Happy 26th! We met up with a bunch of people at Faces and Names in Midtown. It was super crowded, so after a bit, we met up with some other people at PJ Carney's. It's an Irish Pub. So much fun!
I share a cab ride home with a couple of friends because they live a block from me. As we get out and the cab starts to drive away, I reach into my coat pocket, and realize my phone's not in there. Shit! I literally start running after the cab, screaming. Then, when I approach the yellow car, I start pounding on the windows, trying to ask as nicely as I can if the man can stop. I dive into the back seat and start searching! The cab driver, "Ma'am, what are you doing?" Sorry, Apu! I lost my phone! But I found it! I lost my life for a brief second!
So, at Better Homes today, I was doing some research on our competitors. I came across a couple of quizzes and thought they would be fun to take! I took Martha Stewart's Table Etiquette quiz. Try it! What's your score? Click here! I did quite well! Not to pat myself on the shoulder, but to say the least, I'm the perfect date! ;) Then, I took a quiz about Valentine's Day. I was so disappointed in myself. For a lover of the red and pink day, I pretty much failed. I'm such a disappointment. Click here! to see your score!
One thing I did find interesting..."10 Ways to Look Better Naked." Here ya' go ladies! The answer to all your problems! I personally like page 7 and page 9. (Don't look at this, mom and dad! Or grandma! Hell no! Let's avoid all awkwardness, please!) Click here! Knowing most of the people reading this blog, I know a choice few of you who will "test" these out. Let me just say, I'm glad I can now help you out with your sex life. You're welcome.
Note to self: "Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on the front door forever."
Well, if this isn't the statement of the year! When another situation is presented to you today, what do you do? It's temptation, that's for sure! My opportunity has already knocked, and baby, I opened that door and welcomed it with open arms! =) I'm not letting opportunity slip away. I believe that you know, deep in your heart, what you want and what you think is best. Now, it's up to you to take it upon yourself to make the best decision that fits who you are and what you want. Sometimes, opportunity only knocks once in your life. If it knocks twice, consider yourself lucky. And if you are still an idiot, then you don't deserve any more chances. So, be careful about shrugging things off so easily.
My day started at about 3:00 a.m...I'm guessing. I woke up to use the restroom. I want to tell you that my apartment is full of boxes, sporadically placed throughout my hardwood floor. I take a step and whap! Fall right down! It was one of those falls that drunk people do, too. They wobble a bit, try to get their balance, and then slip, sideways, right onto their tush. The thing is: I wasn't wasted. I swear!
Today was all about work, work, work! Tonight was a relief when I went out to celebrate my friend, Morgan's, birthday! Happy 26th! We met up with a bunch of people at Faces and Names in Midtown. It was super crowded, so after a bit, we met up with some other people at PJ Carney's. It's an Irish Pub. So much fun!
I share a cab ride home with a couple of friends because they live a block from me. As we get out and the cab starts to drive away, I reach into my coat pocket, and realize my phone's not in there. Shit! I literally start running after the cab, screaming. Then, when I approach the yellow car, I start pounding on the windows, trying to ask as nicely as I can if the man can stop. I dive into the back seat and start searching! The cab driver, "Ma'am, what are you doing?" Sorry, Apu! I lost my phone! But I found it! I lost my life for a brief second!
So, at Better Homes today, I was doing some research on our competitors. I came across a couple of quizzes and thought they would be fun to take! I took Martha Stewart's Table Etiquette quiz. Try it! What's your score? Click here! I did quite well! Not to pat myself on the shoulder, but to say the least, I'm the perfect date! ;) Then, I took a quiz about Valentine's Day. I was so disappointed in myself. For a lover of the red and pink day, I pretty much failed. I'm such a disappointment. Click here! to see your score!
One thing I did find interesting..."10 Ways to Look Better Naked." Here ya' go ladies! The answer to all your problems! I personally like page 7 and page 9. (Don't look at this, mom and dad! Or grandma! Hell no! Let's avoid all awkwardness, please!) Click here! Knowing most of the people reading this blog, I know a choice few of you who will "test" these out. Let me just say, I'm glad I can now help you out with your sex life. You're welcome.
Note to self: "Opportunity may knock once, but temptation bangs on the front door forever."
Well, if this isn't the statement of the year! When another situation is presented to you today, what do you do? It's temptation, that's for sure! My opportunity has already knocked, and baby, I opened that door and welcomed it with open arms! =) I'm not letting opportunity slip away. I believe that you know, deep in your heart, what you want and what you think is best. Now, it's up to you to take it upon yourself to make the best decision that fits who you are and what you want. Sometimes, opportunity only knocks once in your life. If it knocks twice, consider yourself lucky. And if you are still an idiot, then you don't deserve any more chances. So, be careful about shrugging things off so easily.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Day 149
January 30, 2010
During the day is nothing. I lay around, clean my apartment (which looks great, by the way), and get some other things done. Going downtown is on the agenda for later. So, once 7:30 hits, it's time to start getting ready.
I meet Kara at the restaurant and we head to the lower east side. We start to go to Asian Pub--a great place, that is Kara's "spot," and the go-to place. It's a private party, so we leave. Off to Swift. This bar is way cool, but if you get there too late, it's too crowded to move. So, we do a quick run through, then take off. To our last spot of the evening--Blue & Gold. We walk in and get two seats at the bar! Lucky us! AND, it's prime seating for the upcoming events.
Event One: "Excuse me, do you girls go to NYU?" says two guys in somewhat of a sarcastic tone. My response in just as much of a sarcastic tone, "Why do you ask? Do we look like NYU college girls?" I'm always stereotyped around here. His response, "Well, this just seems like it turns into a college bar." Nice cover up, jacko! Kara says something to him and I say, "Well, hey, if I look young enough to be back in college, sure, I go to NYU! But I actually graduated college already." They were weird. Go figure.
Then, a way drunk Englishman came in and stood right next to Kara, asking for a Pabst and a shot. He couldn't even walk. The bartender says no, over and over. He keeps leaning over the bar/semi-leaning over onto Kara. We both have to get up out of our seats because this gent can't keep his posture standing straight. Idiot. The bouncer comes and has to physically pick him up and throw him out. Then! He stands outside and still argues with the man! I hate fighting, so I was getting really nervous he was going to get punched in the face! All I could think about was, oh my God, it's so cold outside and if he gets hit, it's going to hurt so bad!
Then! There are three guys standing behind me, when one "bumps" into me. Come on now. We're all in our mid-20s. We don't need to play this game. I obviously turn around and the guy says, "Oh sorry, my friend bumped into me." I say sarcastically smiling, "Oh yeah? I think you're using the girly little game of, oh sorry, my friend's being dumb and pushed me into you." As I jokingly bump into him. "Whatever happened to approaching me and saying, 'Hi, how are you?'" The guys just stared at me. I'm sorry, but if you're immature enough to do something like this, then I'm not going to talk to you and expect a mature conversation to come out of this. Then Kara's boyfriend and two of his friends show up. Salvation! We grab a table and enjoy the rest of our evening.
Note to self: Don't ever call another guy by the name of a kid you once dated. When you see the bartender at the restaurant you work at, don't say, "Hey Alex!" Instead, you should probably say, "Hey Mike!" since that's his name. Even though the guy looks like the guy, you should probably focus a little more, and be mindful of the fact that it's not okay to do this. Especially, when this guy has asked you to hang out.
During the day is nothing. I lay around, clean my apartment (which looks great, by the way), and get some other things done. Going downtown is on the agenda for later. So, once 7:30 hits, it's time to start getting ready.
I meet Kara at the restaurant and we head to the lower east side. We start to go to Asian Pub--a great place, that is Kara's "spot," and the go-to place. It's a private party, so we leave. Off to Swift. This bar is way cool, but if you get there too late, it's too crowded to move. So, we do a quick run through, then take off. To our last spot of the evening--Blue & Gold. We walk in and get two seats at the bar! Lucky us! AND, it's prime seating for the upcoming events.
Event One: "Excuse me, do you girls go to NYU?" says two guys in somewhat of a sarcastic tone. My response in just as much of a sarcastic tone, "Why do you ask? Do we look like NYU college girls?" I'm always stereotyped around here. His response, "Well, this just seems like it turns into a college bar." Nice cover up, jacko! Kara says something to him and I say, "Well, hey, if I look young enough to be back in college, sure, I go to NYU! But I actually graduated college already." They were weird. Go figure.
Then, a way drunk Englishman came in and stood right next to Kara, asking for a Pabst and a shot. He couldn't even walk. The bartender says no, over and over. He keeps leaning over the bar/semi-leaning over onto Kara. We both have to get up out of our seats because this gent can't keep his posture standing straight. Idiot. The bouncer comes and has to physically pick him up and throw him out. Then! He stands outside and still argues with the man! I hate fighting, so I was getting really nervous he was going to get punched in the face! All I could think about was, oh my God, it's so cold outside and if he gets hit, it's going to hurt so bad!
Then! There are three guys standing behind me, when one "bumps" into me. Come on now. We're all in our mid-20s. We don't need to play this game. I obviously turn around and the guy says, "Oh sorry, my friend bumped into me." I say sarcastically smiling, "Oh yeah? I think you're using the girly little game of, oh sorry, my friend's being dumb and pushed me into you." As I jokingly bump into him. "Whatever happened to approaching me and saying, 'Hi, how are you?'" The guys just stared at me. I'm sorry, but if you're immature enough to do something like this, then I'm not going to talk to you and expect a mature conversation to come out of this. Then Kara's boyfriend and two of his friends show up. Salvation! We grab a table and enjoy the rest of our evening.
Note to self: Don't ever call another guy by the name of a kid you once dated. When you see the bartender at the restaurant you work at, don't say, "Hey Alex!" Instead, you should probably say, "Hey Mike!" since that's his name. Even though the guy looks like the guy, you should probably focus a little more, and be mindful of the fact that it's not okay to do this. Especially, when this guy has asked you to hang out.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Day 75
November 20, 2009
All day I am so bummed I’m at work, while Brett just arrives in the city. I can’t wait to see him and eight o’clock never took so long to get to. When he shows up at my work, I get so excited! I give him a huge hug and we bail out of there! We exchange the small talk info, then dive right into our plans for the evening! First stop—the subway, which was unfortunately uneventful.
Dinner, then McSorely’s is on the plan. I’m starving, Brett’s starving. It’s time to eat. We head to the East Village and land on the restaurant, Dallas BBQ. As we wait, I laugh as Brett people watches outside. He doesn’t really expect the area to be somewhat heavily gay populated. You should have seen his face when he saw his first man, wearing a pair of heels. Classic!
We sit down and scarf our plates like it’s our job! They have some pretty fantastic barbeque! After dinner, it’s time to get to business. The oldest ale house in New York City, McSorely’s. Let me tell you, this place is awesome! We have to wait outside for a bit, but once you step inside, it’s like your time-warped into 1800s Ireland. And I’m pretty sure the dust is from 1833 as well. It’s become part of the decorative ambience.
You have two choices at the bar. Light or dark beer. That’s it. No liquor, no Budweiser, nothing. When you order one drink, you get two mugs of beer. Then, its tradition to cheers your glasses like Irish men. The bartenders are straight off the Irish boat. They have the accent, the look, and the attitude! It’s all Irish and all kinds of fabulous!
We then go to a bar, “Nightengales.” We were highly out of place. Let’s just say us girls didn’t have the right curves, and the guys were of the wrong color. What was great was the free entertainment. Our table neighbors were annihilated and thought they were all kinds of fabulous. The gay man…he was wildly twirling his arms in circles, in the air—too bad he left his glow sticks at home. He just looked like he was having a spaz attack. The girls he was with. They were wearing dresses that showed off their thongs. Not attractive. Especially when the one in the black dress likes to constantly fall on her ass, legs in the air. I’m vomiting in my mouth right now too. Just imagine being there.
This night is short, considering we got a late start. Well, short for me. It’s really like 2 a.m., but for NYC, the night is still young. But we go home and get rest for a busy Saturday.
Note to self: Be creative when picking out gifts for your friends. When you leave a bar and see a massive bin full of free condoms, take some! NYC Condoms, "Get Some!" Check out the website! You have to! You can’t pass something like this up! It’s hilarious! Kudos to the bartender for keeping his fellow New Yorkers save and conscious! So, they make great gifts because they have the letters, NYC, plastered all over it. So, technically, you can consider it a souvenir. Merry Christmas, friend! I got you a great NYC souvenir! Use it wisely! ;)
CHECK OUT BLOG "DAY 84" AND "DAY 85." THEN YOU WILL BE CAUGHT UP TO DATE, THUS FAR! THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT AND SEARCHFUL! =)
CHECK OUT BLOG "DAY 84" AND "DAY 85." THEN YOU WILL BE CAUGHT UP TO DATE, THUS FAR! THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT AND SEARCHFUL! =)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Day 12
September 18, 2009
So, today proved to be a day from hell. I wake up, thinking it's Saturday, and completely space off going to my internship. However, since my boss in mega-cool, she lets me work from home today. And I was workin' it--five stories in two hours...done. I go into Planet Hollywood for my shift, only to find out I forgot to go to the training session they set up for me. Shit. Where is my head?
Planet Hollywood is a great success. I met my goal in sales and met O'Anna--we have a lot we want to see and do in the city, so we're making a checklist. Poor O'Anna--she went to a bar to save us some seats, only to have to walk all the way back to P.H. because she locked my things in her locker. I'm not going out wearing a black skirt and panty hose. Yeah, I said it...panty hose. I know the eighties are coming back, but really? Panty hose? It comes with the job.
So, I finally get changed and we head to a bar called "The Snug." It's in Hell's Kitchen, close to my place. So much fun! It's a small bar, with a chill atmosphere--not to mention killer Appletini's. It's Happy from 11p.m. to 1 a.m. I love this place! What a great Happy Hour time! Martinis for four bucks--now I don't feel so guilty when guys buy the drinks! ;) We sit next to a couple of handsome gentlemen--names will be left disclosed. Two words: Greek and Italian. You can only imagine. ;) We become friends with them rather quickly and they make plans to take us dancing in the near future. Dance club? Sign me up!
It's 3:15 a.m. and we call it a night. As I'm walking home, I call grandma. An Irish man and his buddy are standing outside a bar, just wasted. He asks, "Excuse me, are you good looking?" Was he expecting me to say, No, I'm ugly as sin. But thanks for asking. Men are just dumb. So, I say, "Of course, you can't see this?" =) He responds, "Oh yes, yes I do." I say, "Well okay then, have a good night." His persistence of walking with me and stepping in front of me so I can't keep going is getting on my nerves. So, I simply say, "Okay, you know what? I'm not good looking anymore and you are getting on my nerves. Get out of my way and go get more drunk."
Men don't like to hear no, but arrogant persistence is not a turn on to me in the least bit. Then in my ear I hear, "Ashley, you can't talk to people like that there. They will kill you. You just can't say things like that." Whan! Whan, grandma. ;) I have my mase...thanks to Tim. No one will mess with me if I spray that in their face. Plus, the killer ninja moves Tim taught me in his living room will definately scare away any predator. Okay, probably not "scare" per say. They will probably leave me alone because I look like a mentally-instituted, crazy person trying to karate chop a leg or the throat.
Note to self: When people ask you if you like to "party" in NYC, just say no. When your friends looks at you to answer the man, who by the way, just bought both of you a drink, don't take that as cue for let's go. Because you will soon find out his definition of "party" means drugs and sex. So, when you don't know this, and tell him yes, you do like to party, you look like a cracked-out hooker. Sweet.
So, today proved to be a day from hell. I wake up, thinking it's Saturday, and completely space off going to my internship. However, since my boss in mega-cool, she lets me work from home today. And I was workin' it--five stories in two hours...done. I go into Planet Hollywood for my shift, only to find out I forgot to go to the training session they set up for me. Shit. Where is my head?
Planet Hollywood is a great success. I met my goal in sales and met O'Anna--we have a lot we want to see and do in the city, so we're making a checklist. Poor O'Anna--she went to a bar to save us some seats, only to have to walk all the way back to P.H. because she locked my things in her locker. I'm not going out wearing a black skirt and panty hose. Yeah, I said it...panty hose. I know the eighties are coming back, but really? Panty hose? It comes with the job.
So, I finally get changed and we head to a bar called "The Snug." It's in Hell's Kitchen, close to my place. So much fun! It's a small bar, with a chill atmosphere--not to mention killer Appletini's. It's Happy from 11p.m. to 1 a.m. I love this place! What a great Happy Hour time! Martinis for four bucks--now I don't feel so guilty when guys buy the drinks! ;) We sit next to a couple of handsome gentlemen--names will be left disclosed. Two words: Greek and Italian. You can only imagine. ;) We become friends with them rather quickly and they make plans to take us dancing in the near future. Dance club? Sign me up!
It's 3:15 a.m. and we call it a night. As I'm walking home, I call grandma. An Irish man and his buddy are standing outside a bar, just wasted. He asks, "Excuse me, are you good looking?" Was he expecting me to say, No, I'm ugly as sin. But thanks for asking. Men are just dumb. So, I say, "Of course, you can't see this?" =) He responds, "Oh yes, yes I do." I say, "Well okay then, have a good night." His persistence of walking with me and stepping in front of me so I can't keep going is getting on my nerves. So, I simply say, "Okay, you know what? I'm not good looking anymore and you are getting on my nerves. Get out of my way and go get more drunk."
Men don't like to hear no, but arrogant persistence is not a turn on to me in the least bit. Then in my ear I hear, "Ashley, you can't talk to people like that there. They will kill you. You just can't say things like that." Whan! Whan, grandma. ;) I have my mase...thanks to Tim. No one will mess with me if I spray that in their face. Plus, the killer ninja moves Tim taught me in his living room will definately scare away any predator. Okay, probably not "scare" per say. They will probably leave me alone because I look like a mentally-instituted, crazy person trying to karate chop a leg or the throat.
Note to self: When people ask you if you like to "party" in NYC, just say no. When your friends looks at you to answer the man, who by the way, just bought both of you a drink, don't take that as cue for let's go. Because you will soon find out his definition of "party" means drugs and sex. So, when you don't know this, and tell him yes, you do like to party, you look like a cracked-out hooker. Sweet.