Showing posts with label NYC Dating. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Day 195 Cont.
Oh St. Patty's Day! I love it! After I finished my short blog, I got ready to go out! I wore an outfit, I would typically never wear. But I thought, what the hell?! I'm goin' all out! You know those leggings women are wearing now-a-days, with a top over them? Well, I wore the leggings, but my top wasn't long enough to cover my booty! So, I was rockin'! This sounds really conceded, but everyone has thought this! You know how you look in the mirror and you think to yourself, I look good today! Today was one of those days! Hehe! ;) Check out my pictures on my Google Profile! Under Picassa Web Albums.
I decide to take the train down there and cab it home, considering I estimated my arrival at my apartment to be no earlier than 3 a.m. I'm walking and walking. Then I notice people staring at me. I was really confident when I left, then all of a sudden I felt like a hooker. I didn't look like one, but I got pretty self-conscious. I get really nervous when people look at me. But then I thought, who cares?! Let them stare! So, I held my head high and walked through that train station like I owned it! ;) Because that's something to be proud of...obviously. ;)
All of the St. Patty's Day troopers were already home by the time I went out! Too much green beer, too early in the day! Such a shame! I'm actually quite jealous because I wanted to be out celebrating on such a beautiful day, but I was stuck working! Boo! So, the only obnoxious thing I saw was a rather large women, leaning out of a cab, yelling, "It's St. Patty's Day Mother F***ers! Wheeeewwww!" Classy, I know. She was a prize winner!
I met Kara downtown and we went to the Gansevoort Hotel in the Meatpacking District. It's a swanky penthouse bar, where you overlook the city! It's beautiful! When we walked in, all I thought was, Wow, all of the men here are kind of old. Really attractive, but a little old for my liking. When I say old, I mean like my dad's age. Which in all actuality isn't old, but a 46-year-old, dating a 25-year-old? Not so much for me. Then Kara says, this is where the money-hungry women come and snatch up the trendy, older men. I totally saw it! A man from Italy did tell me I was perfect! That was sweet! Too bad he was wobbling all over the elevator. Then proceeds to trip and stumble on the cobblestone street as he exits the building! Hehe! He was ready to party!!
We get to the Kiss 'n Fly and we have VIP seating! Woop! Woop! It pays to know people! Okay, I'm not the one who knew anybody, but my friends are! That's all that matters! Plus, free bottles? Where do I stand?? =) This is such a great dance club! Again, it's an uber-trendy hot spot for richy rich kids and often celebrities. No celebrity sightings last night, unfortunately. But I just acted like I fit right in! It worked!
At one point of the night, I was standing and overlooking the dance club from our seats, just watching people. It was funny! You could totally tell who the male models were--they are so funny! Yea, they're insanely hott, but to talk to them. Forget about it! No personality! Then you had the fist pumpers of the bunch, singing every song at the top of their lungs. Yea, they thought they were studs! Excuse me, steroids, your fo-hawk is higher than my ponytail! And I don't even know if I could fit into your shirt. Did you paint it on?? I will have to say...all of the guys had on exceptionally fantastic denim! A man who wears great jeans gets an A++ in my book! And shoes, of course! Shoes are big for me!
So, we're standing there and this guy comes up to me and asks where some birthday party was. I say, "I don't know." He says, okay and we leave it at that. We part ways for a brief moment, then when I turn back around, I notice him still standing there. He's cute, so I figured, why not? I go up to him and start talking and from then on, he was my dancing partner for the evening! He's as crazy as I am! It was great! We had so much fun! We even did a little ballroom dancing, with a dip at the end, of course! Probably the funnest guy I've ever been dancing with! Him and my friend, Tim from back home. Tim does know his ballroom dancing moves! =) He wants to take me out! Of course I would meet someone right before I move!
My calculations were correct. I walked in my apartment at 3:05 this morning! Wonderful St. Patty's Day! Problem: I was up at 7:45 a.m. to be at work by 9! That was brutal! But it wasn't bad. Well worth it, in my book!
Note to self: When people talk to you, regardless of whether or not you think you ever see them again, pay attention to what they're saying! Because now, here is someone who wants to take you out, and who told you a handful of information and you don't remember any of it! You didn't even remember his name! That's bad! Especially when he remembered everything about you! No good, sister!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Day 159
January 9, 2010
Please! Let me tell you about my day! Ah geeze! My morning starts off a bit frantic! Lately, I've had a lot of things happen in quite a short amount of time, so my head has been spinning in all sorts of directions. So, I'm on the phone with my dad and grandma, back and forth for the start of my morning! Craziness!
I have a pair of really cute black boots I had to get fixed at Von Maur. My mom sent them to me, so I decide I want to wear them today. It's 9:30 a.m. and I'm walking to work, boppin' to my iPod as usual. I'm at 42nd and 5th (a super busy intersection at morning rush hour) when all of a sudden, my boots decide they're no longer made for walkin'! BAM! I biff it hard core! I literally face plant it in the middle of the intersection! Oh my God! My hands are on either side of my cheek, which is kissing the sidewalk, while my knee is twisted and lying on the ground. It's like slow motion...I knew I was falling, but couldn't do anything about it. I hear, "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I turn around and notice a tall, blonde, beautiful man smiling/laughing at me, asking if I need help. He would be gorgeous! "I'm fine, thank you." I'm not hurt. My pride, maybe. But my body is okay.
I have two more blocks until I get to work, and it felt like it took me ten years to get there. So humiliating. Then, I leave Better Homes and head to the restaurant. I have to request off some days for the future. I'm walking right by Radio City Music Hall...another big hot spot, when SLIP! There I go again! My iPod goes flying in the air and lands on the ground as my arms are wrapping around a little pole and my feet are sliding out underneath of me. Fantastic! "Are you okay?!" a man says. Again, I say, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Really? Two times in one day? Please look at the damage to my knee below.
I get home to go on a date tonight. An actual, "I want to take you to dinner," date! Whew hew! A man who doesn't just want to take me out for drinks. I meet him at a little Italian restaurant in the west village. It's a super cute place and the food is excellent. He even brought me flowers! Exciting, right? Wrong.
I just want to know why all of the men in this city just like to stare at me when they take me out? Aren't they interested in what I like to do? What I do for my career? Where I like to hang out? No, they don't care. They just like to stare and laugh at my jokes, that I don't think are that funny anyway! ;) I'm just randomly talking because you're not! I even ran out of things to say! And for those of you who know me, that's a pretty hard thing for me to accomplish. He's a super nice guy and it's not because he wasn't interested. He wanted to go out after dinner. Sir, I can't go out with you. We have nothing left to talk about! At least, I don't! ;)
It's funny though because after dinner, the owner comes up to our table and asks if we want dessert. We say yes and he goes, "Are we celebrating a birthday?"
"No."
"Are we celebrating an engagement?"
"No, just a nice evening out."
"Well, I can tell he loves you. You are a beautiful girl and he is such a nice young man."
Hahahaha! He is a sweet guy! Then, he walked away and it's awkward silence. ;) So, of course, I make a joke about it. What else am I suppose to do? You're just staring at me. It's frustrating.
We both have to take the same train home, so we start walking. We pass a Sports Illustrated party and decide we should have been invited! He saw the bus full of Sports Illustrated models, so I told him to go on the bus, I'll go inside and we can reconvene in an hour! ;) We saw the red carpet and everything. It was pretty cool.
Well, now I have one hundred and one things to do before tomorrow morning, so I have to go! I hope I made you laugh today with all of the craziness life presented me! Have a great Wednesday!
Note to self: Second guessing yourself is sometimes a bad thing. When you don't have time to second guess yourself and you just go for something, don't worry about it! It's happening for a reason, so why stress? Hop on and enjoy it! It could end up being the best decision you ever made! Sometimes you have to take leaps in life, without looking backwards or forwards. Just live for the moment. Make sure you're prepared; make sure you're confident; and make sure to stay relaxed. Again, you've been given an opportunity, so don't blow it!
Please! Let me tell you about my day! Ah geeze! My morning starts off a bit frantic! Lately, I've had a lot of things happen in quite a short amount of time, so my head has been spinning in all sorts of directions. So, I'm on the phone with my dad and grandma, back and forth for the start of my morning! Craziness!
I have a pair of really cute black boots I had to get fixed at Von Maur. My mom sent them to me, so I decide I want to wear them today. It's 9:30 a.m. and I'm walking to work, boppin' to my iPod as usual. I'm at 42nd and 5th (a super busy intersection at morning rush hour) when all of a sudden, my boots decide they're no longer made for walkin'! BAM! I biff it hard core! I literally face plant it in the middle of the intersection! Oh my God! My hands are on either side of my cheek, which is kissing the sidewalk, while my knee is twisted and lying on the ground. It's like slow motion...I knew I was falling, but couldn't do anything about it. I hear, "Oh my God! Are you okay?" I turn around and notice a tall, blonde, beautiful man smiling/laughing at me, asking if I need help. He would be gorgeous! "I'm fine, thank you." I'm not hurt. My pride, maybe. But my body is okay.
I have two more blocks until I get to work, and it felt like it took me ten years to get there. So humiliating. Then, I leave Better Homes and head to the restaurant. I have to request off some days for the future. I'm walking right by Radio City Music Hall...another big hot spot, when SLIP! There I go again! My iPod goes flying in the air and lands on the ground as my arms are wrapping around a little pole and my feet are sliding out underneath of me. Fantastic! "Are you okay?!" a man says. Again, I say, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Really? Two times in one day? Please look at the damage to my knee below.
I get home to go on a date tonight. An actual, "I want to take you to dinner," date! Whew hew! A man who doesn't just want to take me out for drinks. I meet him at a little Italian restaurant in the west village. It's a super cute place and the food is excellent. He even brought me flowers! Exciting, right? Wrong.
I just want to know why all of the men in this city just like to stare at me when they take me out? Aren't they interested in what I like to do? What I do for my career? Where I like to hang out? No, they don't care. They just like to stare and laugh at my jokes, that I don't think are that funny anyway! ;) I'm just randomly talking because you're not! I even ran out of things to say! And for those of you who know me, that's a pretty hard thing for me to accomplish. He's a super nice guy and it's not because he wasn't interested. He wanted to go out after dinner. Sir, I can't go out with you. We have nothing left to talk about! At least, I don't! ;)
It's funny though because after dinner, the owner comes up to our table and asks if we want dessert. We say yes and he goes, "Are we celebrating a birthday?"
"No."
"Are we celebrating an engagement?"
"No, just a nice evening out."
"Well, I can tell he loves you. You are a beautiful girl and he is such a nice young man."
Hahahaha! He is a sweet guy! Then, he walked away and it's awkward silence. ;) So, of course, I make a joke about it. What else am I suppose to do? You're just staring at me. It's frustrating.
We both have to take the same train home, so we start walking. We pass a Sports Illustrated party and decide we should have been invited! He saw the bus full of Sports Illustrated models, so I told him to go on the bus, I'll go inside and we can reconvene in an hour! ;) We saw the red carpet and everything. It was pretty cool.
Well, now I have one hundred and one things to do before tomorrow morning, so I have to go! I hope I made you laugh today with all of the craziness life presented me! Have a great Wednesday!
Note to self: Second guessing yourself is sometimes a bad thing. When you don't have time to second guess yourself and you just go for something, don't worry about it! It's happening for a reason, so why stress? Hop on and enjoy it! It could end up being the best decision you ever made! Sometimes you have to take leaps in life, without looking backwards or forwards. Just live for the moment. Make sure you're prepared; make sure you're confident; and make sure to stay relaxed. Again, you've been given an opportunity, so don't blow it!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Day 147 - Day 148
January 28 - January 29, 2010
Thursday: Another crazy day! I left my house at 8 a.m. and returned at 1:15 a.m. The two cups of coffee I chugged this morning, helped me get through the day. So, restaurant week night was amazing!!!! We went to a restaurant called, Aquavit. It's in Midtown on the east side of town. So much fun! We ate a three-course meal! We talked! We laughed! Great night! The ambience is really great! It's simplistic in architecture, with clean and crisp lines. Very minimal in color, but warm and comforting. The food is delicious and the service, fantastic!
Great girls night out! Every week, Kara, Jen and I go out! It was a very Sex & the City-esque evening. They are the best! Jen is Asian who gets drunk after taking two sips of red wine--she's so fun! Kara is down out hysterical--so much fun and full of such great personality! I'm on the quieter side...until you get to know me! Then watch out! I know how to have a good time! All-in-all, we work well together! If I could put Sex & the City characters to us, I would say Jen is Charlotte; Kara is definitely Samantha; and I would be Carrie.
Did you know your taste palette changes every once in a while? I didn't know that--I think it's interesting! I never liked artichokes, but tonight, I had an artichoke, cream-based soup and I loved it! However, I can for sure tell you, I will NEVER like mushrooms! It's fungus--I can't do it. They taste like the bottom of a shoe.
Friday: I was pretty much in la-la land all day. I am so tired from working 13 hour days the last few days, I pretty much just exist. I basically just go through the motions; nothing phases me; and I don't really think about anything, except my pillow and warm apartment. I have to go to the restaurant tonight to request off a weekend in April for Maddie's bachelorette party. Oh, I can't wait! We're going to Kansas City! They have this fantastic 80's-themed bar, called Shark Bar, I think...but it's so much fun!
When I get home, I talk to my dad for a while, then I fall asleep. I wake up and jump on the Internet and stumble across a couple of songs--ironic, really. It's so weird how songs pertain to life, basically to a T. You know what I'm talking about. You hear a song and instantly, you can relate in some way. Let me explain.
New York City is full of millions of people, but it can be lonely at the same time. Over the summer, my first love and I broke up. Since he was my first real love, I was devastated. Naturally. But I actually did really good about getting over it. Until I moved out here. I've explained the dating scene here--drinks, sex, rinse, and repeat, is the basic pattern for most people. I'm not most people. So, since moving here, I've actually had time to sit and think about that relationship for once. I can honestly say, I've never been so skitzo in my whole entire life! Ha! It's crazy what love does to ya'! But I suppose that's how it goes. If not, then I'm just plain nuts! ;) But check out these two songs.
Letting Go. I forgot about this song! It's too perfect!
Someday. Just randomly showed up on my computer tonight.
Weird, huh? Check this out. Ha! True statement. Sucker! He's the one missing out! ;) I may not be the most exciting person in the world, but I can tell you, I am pretty darn entertaining sometimes!
I have done nothing tonight, but sleep and write this blog. I'm so exhausted, so I'm going back to bed. Goodnight, all! ;)
Note to self: Enjoy a good laugh! Video. I can't remember if I've posted this already, but it is so dang funny! This will be something my future kid would do. I'm hoping he's like this next kid! This kid is a baller! Video.
Thursday: Another crazy day! I left my house at 8 a.m. and returned at 1:15 a.m. The two cups of coffee I chugged this morning, helped me get through the day. So, restaurant week night was amazing!!!! We went to a restaurant called, Aquavit. It's in Midtown on the east side of town. So much fun! We ate a three-course meal! We talked! We laughed! Great night! The ambience is really great! It's simplistic in architecture, with clean and crisp lines. Very minimal in color, but warm and comforting. The food is delicious and the service, fantastic!
Great girls night out! Every week, Kara, Jen and I go out! It was a very Sex & the City-esque evening. They are the best! Jen is Asian who gets drunk after taking two sips of red wine--she's so fun! Kara is down out hysterical--so much fun and full of such great personality! I'm on the quieter side...until you get to know me! Then watch out! I know how to have a good time! All-in-all, we work well together! If I could put Sex & the City characters to us, I would say Jen is Charlotte; Kara is definitely Samantha; and I would be Carrie.
Did you know your taste palette changes every once in a while? I didn't know that--I think it's interesting! I never liked artichokes, but tonight, I had an artichoke, cream-based soup and I loved it! However, I can for sure tell you, I will NEVER like mushrooms! It's fungus--I can't do it. They taste like the bottom of a shoe.
Friday: I was pretty much in la-la land all day. I am so tired from working 13 hour days the last few days, I pretty much just exist. I basically just go through the motions; nothing phases me; and I don't really think about anything, except my pillow and warm apartment. I have to go to the restaurant tonight to request off a weekend in April for Maddie's bachelorette party. Oh, I can't wait! We're going to Kansas City! They have this fantastic 80's-themed bar, called Shark Bar, I think...but it's so much fun!
When I get home, I talk to my dad for a while, then I fall asleep. I wake up and jump on the Internet and stumble across a couple of songs--ironic, really. It's so weird how songs pertain to life, basically to a T. You know what I'm talking about. You hear a song and instantly, you can relate in some way. Let me explain.
New York City is full of millions of people, but it can be lonely at the same time. Over the summer, my first love and I broke up. Since he was my first real love, I was devastated. Naturally. But I actually did really good about getting over it. Until I moved out here. I've explained the dating scene here--drinks, sex, rinse, and repeat, is the basic pattern for most people. I'm not most people. So, since moving here, I've actually had time to sit and think about that relationship for once. I can honestly say, I've never been so skitzo in my whole entire life! Ha! It's crazy what love does to ya'! But I suppose that's how it goes. If not, then I'm just plain nuts! ;) But check out these two songs.
Letting Go. I forgot about this song! It's too perfect!
Someday. Just randomly showed up on my computer tonight.
Weird, huh? Check this out. Ha! True statement. Sucker! He's the one missing out! ;) I may not be the most exciting person in the world, but I can tell you, I am pretty darn entertaining sometimes!
I have done nothing tonight, but sleep and write this blog. I'm so exhausted, so I'm going back to bed. Goodnight, all! ;)
Note to self: Enjoy a good laugh! Video. I can't remember if I've posted this already, but it is so dang funny! This will be something my future kid would do. I'm hoping he's like this next kid! This kid is a baller! Video.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Day 143
January 24, 2010
First and foremost, I'm super bummed about the Vikings! I really wish they wouldn't have blown the game, but whatever! Now, on Super Bowl, I don't know who I'm going to cheer for! But, I'm super pumped for the Super Bowl! The restaurant is closed, so it's Super Bowl, Sunday Funday! Whew hew! Kara and I are getting together to plan stuff (football-themed of course!) We already have games to play! Her boyfriend is hosting the party at his house!
So, I had a date scheduled for tonight. I was one of those girl's tonight who made up a reason not to go! Oops! He's different. Let me explain...my friend did the whole "hook up" thing--I guess it would have been a blind date. He doesn't know me from Adam and was already planning for things in May! Sir, you don't even know me, yet! Nor do I know you, but you're already freaking me out! He's 31.
For a first date, without meeting me, he wanted to and I quote, "take you to the ballet, or maybe the opera, or maybe even the art gallery. We can do it all, but I'm thinking the art gallery or ballet for our first date." Do it all?! What?! My heads spinning sir at all of these thoughts! Now, I know most girls would find this romantic and I do. But he also said, "I played the Viola...and I'm a really good break dancer!" Come on, now! Really? Where's the sports? Oh yeah, I forgot. He scheduled a "soccer date" in May for us. May! As in three months from now! I'm laughing out loud right now. ;) I'm sure he's a super nice guy, but when I told my friends about him, the first thing out of everyone's mouth was, "Is he gay?" Hahaha! Probably.
When I get home, I do some laundry, and have a dance party! I was on YouTube looking at my old dance studios competition videos and really got in the mood to dance! So I did! You have to check out some of their videos! It's so much fun! I miss it like crazy! What's even crazier! These girls that are now Juniors in high school, were only in elementary school when I danced there! They are fantastic!
Rockstar The group dance! Super fun to watch!
Insensitive A trio. Such a great song and great choreography/dancing!
Stay A duet. Again, such a great song! She is such a beautiful dancer!
It's My Party Oh my goodness! These are little girls! So funny!
Freak Show Not my old studio, but a really cool dance! Plus! I love the outfits! I'd totally wear it! ;)
Cell Block Tango A studio we used to compete against! So fun! I love this song!
Hope you enjoy them as much as I do! Dancing is the best thing anyone can do! It makes you feel great, it's fantastic exercise, and you think about nothing while doing it! So, my little dance party was fun! I practiced all of my sexy dance moves! Oh la la! ;) Want to listen to my playlist? It will get your day going, I promise! ;)
Rockstar Maddie got me hooked on this song, like three years ago!
Go Girl This is my FAVORITE club song in the whole world! It's fantastic to dance to!
Single Ladies ;)
Circus You have to have Britney in the mix! ;)
Cell Block Tango It's the original from the movie! It's wonderful!
When I Grow Up Makes you feel sexy listening to this song! Whew!
Hotel Room Service Such a great beat! Pitbull has great club music!
Since it's getting late, time to slow it down a bit! These songs were songs I once danced to or saw dances tonight of songs I used to love!
This Women's Work So amazing! I know you will love it! I danced to it my junior year of high school! Beautiful!
Don't Know Much Okay, don't watch the corny video, but I forgot how much I loved this song!
Flying Without Wings I know, total boy band, but I danced to it in high school and forgot about it! So great! I forgot how much I like them! Haha! Here's another one!
Swear It Again I think someone may or may not have put this on a love CD for me back in the day! Hehe! It's still a good song! This may have been on there too! Ha! Hard to Say Sorry
Well, now that the music is all done for the evening, time for me to go to bed! Hope everyone had a great weekend! Goodnight! ;)
Note to self: Use a planner. When you book two big events in one weekend, that's not good! A planner will always and forever keep you super organized! With so many things on your mind, stuff tend to slip. Just be prepared, so there is never a next time! Now, hopefully, you have two great weekends in a row!!! My best friend from Chicago is coming into town and my best friend, who's getting married...it's her Bachelorette Party! Oh yea! I can't wait! Both weekends are going to be a blast! "All the single ladies! All the single ladies! Now put your hands up!" Yes! I can tell it's already going to be a good couple of weekends! ;)
First and foremost, I'm super bummed about the Vikings! I really wish they wouldn't have blown the game, but whatever! Now, on Super Bowl, I don't know who I'm going to cheer for! But, I'm super pumped for the Super Bowl! The restaurant is closed, so it's Super Bowl, Sunday Funday! Whew hew! Kara and I are getting together to plan stuff (football-themed of course!) We already have games to play! Her boyfriend is hosting the party at his house!
So, I had a date scheduled for tonight. I was one of those girl's tonight who made up a reason not to go! Oops! He's different. Let me explain...my friend did the whole "hook up" thing--I guess it would have been a blind date. He doesn't know me from Adam and was already planning for things in May! Sir, you don't even know me, yet! Nor do I know you, but you're already freaking me out! He's 31.
For a first date, without meeting me, he wanted to and I quote, "take you to the ballet, or maybe the opera, or maybe even the art gallery. We can do it all, but I'm thinking the art gallery or ballet for our first date." Do it all?! What?! My heads spinning sir at all of these thoughts! Now, I know most girls would find this romantic and I do. But he also said, "I played the Viola...and I'm a really good break dancer!" Come on, now! Really? Where's the sports? Oh yeah, I forgot. He scheduled a "soccer date" in May for us. May! As in three months from now! I'm laughing out loud right now. ;) I'm sure he's a super nice guy, but when I told my friends about him, the first thing out of everyone's mouth was, "Is he gay?" Hahaha! Probably.
When I get home, I do some laundry, and have a dance party! I was on YouTube looking at my old dance studios competition videos and really got in the mood to dance! So I did! You have to check out some of their videos! It's so much fun! I miss it like crazy! What's even crazier! These girls that are now Juniors in high school, were only in elementary school when I danced there! They are fantastic!
Rockstar The group dance! Super fun to watch!
Insensitive A trio. Such a great song and great choreography/dancing!
Stay A duet. Again, such a great song! She is such a beautiful dancer!
It's My Party Oh my goodness! These are little girls! So funny!
Freak Show Not my old studio, but a really cool dance! Plus! I love the outfits! I'd totally wear it! ;)
Cell Block Tango A studio we used to compete against! So fun! I love this song!
Hope you enjoy them as much as I do! Dancing is the best thing anyone can do! It makes you feel great, it's fantastic exercise, and you think about nothing while doing it! So, my little dance party was fun! I practiced all of my sexy dance moves! Oh la la! ;) Want to listen to my playlist? It will get your day going, I promise! ;)
Rockstar Maddie got me hooked on this song, like three years ago!
Go Girl This is my FAVORITE club song in the whole world! It's fantastic to dance to!
Single Ladies ;)
Circus You have to have Britney in the mix! ;)
Cell Block Tango It's the original from the movie! It's wonderful!
When I Grow Up Makes you feel sexy listening to this song! Whew!
Hotel Room Service Such a great beat! Pitbull has great club music!
Since it's getting late, time to slow it down a bit! These songs were songs I once danced to or saw dances tonight of songs I used to love!
This Women's Work So amazing! I know you will love it! I danced to it my junior year of high school! Beautiful!
Don't Know Much Okay, don't watch the corny video, but I forgot how much I loved this song!
Flying Without Wings I know, total boy band, but I danced to it in high school and forgot about it! So great! I forgot how much I like them! Haha! Here's another one!
Swear It Again I think someone may or may not have put this on a love CD for me back in the day! Hehe! It's still a good song! This may have been on there too! Ha! Hard to Say Sorry
Well, now that the music is all done for the evening, time for me to go to bed! Hope everyone had a great weekend! Goodnight! ;)
Note to self: Use a planner. When you book two big events in one weekend, that's not good! A planner will always and forever keep you super organized! With so many things on your mind, stuff tend to slip. Just be prepared, so there is never a next time! Now, hopefully, you have two great weekends in a row!!! My best friend from Chicago is coming into town and my best friend, who's getting married...it's her Bachelorette Party! Oh yea! I can't wait! Both weekends are going to be a blast! "All the single ladies! All the single ladies! Now put your hands up!" Yes! I can tell it's already going to be a good couple of weekends! ;)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Day 134 - Day 136
January 15, 2010 - January 17, 2010
I wake up Friday and decide it's time to re-organize my apartment. This feeling doesn't come by very often, so when it does, I jump on it! My apartment is so organized, I'm insanely impressed with myself. Everything is in bins and bags, labeled, and put away nicely! I'm so proud of my OCD with organization! Since I don't have cable, TBS is my best friend today! I catch up on the shows The King of Queens (my favorite), Everybody Loves Raymond, Friends, Seinfeild, and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air! It's fantastic! I made it a completely indiot-filled television day!
I meet a friend to see the movie, "It's Complicated." So cute! It's hysterical! I really enjoyed it! And there are so many cute movies coming out- "The Bounty Hunter," "Dear John," "Valentine's Day," "Spartacus," etc. Awesome flicks! On my way to the theatre, I head to Duane Reade to pick up some candy and a Diet Coke--I refuse to pay $10 for a bag of candy! On the way, I walk by two guys, and one says, "Dannnnnggggg giiiirrrlllll...you look like ketchup!" Excuse me...what?! Ketchup?!? Really? What the heck does this mean?? Another guy I used to work with says, "At least he didn't say you look like pickle relish!" LOL! He makes a good point! ;) I tell ya', I've heard some pretty good pick up lines in my day, but this has to be towards the top! Ketchup! Yum! Maybe it means I look tasty! Ohh la la! Hehe, gross!
After the movie we head to The Snug for Happy Hour! Yes, their Happy Hour is from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.! It's awesome! Four bucks for a martini! It's a hole in the wall place, but it's so much fun! We then venture to a cheap pizza place, where I get what New Yorkers like to call, "white pie." It's loaded with three different kinds of cheeses. Sounds amazing? It is. However, I often forget that I am lactose intolerant, so it makes me a little sick. Yeah, yeah...lactose intolerant is funny, I know. But it's no fun, let me tell ya'!
We then head to Latitude--it's a bar in Hell's Kitchen, where we meet up with friends from Planet Hollywood! It's so great to see everyone! Once we realize it's 4 a.m., we all head home. I'm walking home with three other guys from work, and once they realize that I'm the only female walking down the streets, they decide it's not a good idea I walk home alone. Especially since I'm with three other guys, and other men are still cat-calling me, saying things like, "Hey baby, everything will be okay." No, it's not going to be okay! I want to wake up and see tomorrow! So, one walks me home! So nice of him!
Once I get in my building, guess who's working? The doorman I asked on a date the Friday before that. We don't mention it. But I do talk to him for about twenty minutes! He 's a chef! He just works here temporarily! How cool is that?!?! A man that can cook? Sign me up! Good-looking = check! Good cook = check! Good personality = check! I've got all of the necessary qualities covered! ;) Another guy walks in and starts talking to the doorman. (I keep calling him doorman because I honestly don't know his name. I know that's bad! I'm awful with names!) Anyways, I say goodnight and the one guys says, "Oh I'm sorry, keep talking. I'm going to bed." I say, "Oh it's okay!" He says something and I respond with, "Oh, well are you going to go to bed?" (as I motion my arms to the elevator). He says, laughing, "Well, sure, if I'm going with you!" Yikes! That's not what I meant! He looks like a black Krusty the Klown from the Simpsons!
So, at 5 a.m., I finally get to bed. Not with Krusty! I wake up on Saturday and head to IKEA! I love that place! It's probably the best home furnishings store ever invented! And it's in Brooklyn. It's my first time going by myself there! I love it! It's so homey! I could live in Brooklyn! I get to IKEA and just have a hay day! I'm buying things for my best friends wedding shower in March! She's from Des Moines and since we don't have IKEA there, I decide to get her a few things. As I'm walking around, they have the neatest little trinkets! I realize that I'm talking out loud to myself as I'm looking at things. "What the heck is this?" "What do you think you use this for?" "This is cool!" Yeah, I wondered why people were staring at me. ;) So, I come across this trinket called a "skimmer." It looks cool and it's on sale for 99 cents! So, I buy a couple! I figure I can use it sometime while I pretend I'm Semi-Homemade with Sandra Lee! ;) Another thing I'm fascinated with...mini-stainless steel bowls! Only two inches tall! How funny is that?!
I realized while I'm on the subway, how much it reminds me of the ride Space Mountain at Disney World! You know on Space Mountain, how it's dark, makes funny noises, and you're constantly ducking for fear your head might get chopped off? The subway is somewhat similar. You go through dark tunnels, the lights randomly turn on and off while you're riding, and you're somewhat nervous you may die!
While sitting on the subway, there is a really cute Englishman. I know, me and Englishman...it's meant to be! He's tall, slender, blonde, wearing glasses, with jeans, a button down shirt, blazer, and Converse. I know what you're thinking...he sounds gay. My luck...he probably is! I do tend to attract the men that are sexually confused--hence, a guy I once dated in Chicago, who turned out to be gay. But that's a whole other story! I keep checking him out and think I'm being conspicuous because he hasn't noticed yet. Another gentlemen, sitting close to this guy keeps looking at me. I keep thinking, why is this old man staring at me? I will tell you. The guy I keep checking out...turns out to be his son! After the blonde, British babe, says something along the lines of, Dad, we're getting off at the next stop, I sink into the bench and want to die! I just got caught on dad-radar, checking out your rather attractive offspring!
Sunday, it rains all day and the wind is ferociously blowing. I get a really nice umbrella for Christmas--it's a necessity in this city. I laugh to myself, at other people, who are carrying cheap umbrellas, like I used to. I'm thinking, haha suckers! Wish you had one of my umbrellas! Well...karma sucks! As I'm walking home from work, I'm talking on the phone and a HUGE gust of wind comes, turning my umbrella inside out, and pulling me down the sidewalk! I'm saying, "Oh my God! Oh my God, Maddie! My umbrella is out of control!" People are laughing at me as I'm trying to get this monstrosity of an umbrella turned right side out! I continue to walk home, and am now talking to my mother. Again, the umbrella pulls it's rather un-humorous stunt. I just close the umbrella and walk home in the rain! I'm not even dealing with the thing anymore. I can't see walking down the street because my glasses are covered with water drops--I need windshield wipers for them, my hair is wet, and my clothes are soaked. Whatever!
Note to self: Don't back down against other city-goers who are vicious with their umbrellas! Why do you have to be the one to always move? Stand your ground! Even though you poke pretty much every person that walks by you with your huge ran catcher, don't feel bad! They deserve the love tap...it's your kind, Midwestern way of saying, Move it or lose it jack-o!
I wake up Friday and decide it's time to re-organize my apartment. This feeling doesn't come by very often, so when it does, I jump on it! My apartment is so organized, I'm insanely impressed with myself. Everything is in bins and bags, labeled, and put away nicely! I'm so proud of my OCD with organization! Since I don't have cable, TBS is my best friend today! I catch up on the shows The King of Queens (my favorite), Everybody Loves Raymond, Friends, Seinfeild, and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air! It's fantastic! I made it a completely indiot-filled television day!
I meet a friend to see the movie, "It's Complicated." So cute! It's hysterical! I really enjoyed it! And there are so many cute movies coming out- "The Bounty Hunter," "Dear John," "Valentine's Day," "Spartacus," etc. Awesome flicks! On my way to the theatre, I head to Duane Reade to pick up some candy and a Diet Coke--I refuse to pay $10 for a bag of candy! On the way, I walk by two guys, and one says, "Dannnnnggggg giiiirrrlllll...you look like ketchup!" Excuse me...what?! Ketchup?!? Really? What the heck does this mean?? Another guy I used to work with says, "At least he didn't say you look like pickle relish!" LOL! He makes a good point! ;) I tell ya', I've heard some pretty good pick up lines in my day, but this has to be towards the top! Ketchup! Yum! Maybe it means I look tasty! Ohh la la! Hehe, gross!
After the movie we head to The Snug for Happy Hour! Yes, their Happy Hour is from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m.! It's awesome! Four bucks for a martini! It's a hole in the wall place, but it's so much fun! We then venture to a cheap pizza place, where I get what New Yorkers like to call, "white pie." It's loaded with three different kinds of cheeses. Sounds amazing? It is. However, I often forget that I am lactose intolerant, so it makes me a little sick. Yeah, yeah...lactose intolerant is funny, I know. But it's no fun, let me tell ya'!
We then head to Latitude--it's a bar in Hell's Kitchen, where we meet up with friends from Planet Hollywood! It's so great to see everyone! Once we realize it's 4 a.m., we all head home. I'm walking home with three other guys from work, and once they realize that I'm the only female walking down the streets, they decide it's not a good idea I walk home alone. Especially since I'm with three other guys, and other men are still cat-calling me, saying things like, "Hey baby, everything will be okay." No, it's not going to be okay! I want to wake up and see tomorrow! So, one walks me home! So nice of him!
Once I get in my building, guess who's working? The doorman I asked on a date the Friday before that. We don't mention it. But I do talk to him for about twenty minutes! He 's a chef! He just works here temporarily! How cool is that?!?! A man that can cook? Sign me up! Good-looking = check! Good cook = check! Good personality = check! I've got all of the necessary qualities covered! ;) Another guy walks in and starts talking to the doorman. (I keep calling him doorman because I honestly don't know his name. I know that's bad! I'm awful with names!) Anyways, I say goodnight and the one guys says, "Oh I'm sorry, keep talking. I'm going to bed." I say, "Oh it's okay!" He says something and I respond with, "Oh, well are you going to go to bed?" (as I motion my arms to the elevator). He says, laughing, "Well, sure, if I'm going with you!" Yikes! That's not what I meant! He looks like a black Krusty the Klown from the Simpsons!
So, at 5 a.m., I finally get to bed. Not with Krusty! I wake up on Saturday and head to IKEA! I love that place! It's probably the best home furnishings store ever invented! And it's in Brooklyn. It's my first time going by myself there! I love it! It's so homey! I could live in Brooklyn! I get to IKEA and just have a hay day! I'm buying things for my best friends wedding shower in March! She's from Des Moines and since we don't have IKEA there, I decide to get her a few things. As I'm walking around, they have the neatest little trinkets! I realize that I'm talking out loud to myself as I'm looking at things. "What the heck is this?" "What do you think you use this for?" "This is cool!" Yeah, I wondered why people were staring at me. ;) So, I come across this trinket called a "skimmer." It looks cool and it's on sale for 99 cents! So, I buy a couple! I figure I can use it sometime while I pretend I'm Semi-Homemade with Sandra Lee! ;) Another thing I'm fascinated with...mini-stainless steel bowls! Only two inches tall! How funny is that?!
I realized while I'm on the subway, how much it reminds me of the ride Space Mountain at Disney World! You know on Space Mountain, how it's dark, makes funny noises, and you're constantly ducking for fear your head might get chopped off? The subway is somewhat similar. You go through dark tunnels, the lights randomly turn on and off while you're riding, and you're somewhat nervous you may die!
While sitting on the subway, there is a really cute Englishman. I know, me and Englishman...it's meant to be! He's tall, slender, blonde, wearing glasses, with jeans, a button down shirt, blazer, and Converse. I know what you're thinking...he sounds gay. My luck...he probably is! I do tend to attract the men that are sexually confused--hence, a guy I once dated in Chicago, who turned out to be gay. But that's a whole other story! I keep checking him out and think I'm being conspicuous because he hasn't noticed yet. Another gentlemen, sitting close to this guy keeps looking at me. I keep thinking, why is this old man staring at me? I will tell you. The guy I keep checking out...turns out to be his son! After the blonde, British babe, says something along the lines of, Dad, we're getting off at the next stop, I sink into the bench and want to die! I just got caught on dad-radar, checking out your rather attractive offspring!
Sunday, it rains all day and the wind is ferociously blowing. I get a really nice umbrella for Christmas--it's a necessity in this city. I laugh to myself, at other people, who are carrying cheap umbrellas, like I used to. I'm thinking, haha suckers! Wish you had one of my umbrellas! Well...karma sucks! As I'm walking home from work, I'm talking on the phone and a HUGE gust of wind comes, turning my umbrella inside out, and pulling me down the sidewalk! I'm saying, "Oh my God! Oh my God, Maddie! My umbrella is out of control!" People are laughing at me as I'm trying to get this monstrosity of an umbrella turned right side out! I continue to walk home, and am now talking to my mother. Again, the umbrella pulls it's rather un-humorous stunt. I just close the umbrella and walk home in the rain! I'm not even dealing with the thing anymore. I can't see walking down the street because my glasses are covered with water drops--I need windshield wipers for them, my hair is wet, and my clothes are soaked. Whatever!
Note to self: Don't back down against other city-goers who are vicious with their umbrellas! Why do you have to be the one to always move? Stand your ground! Even though you poke pretty much every person that walks by you with your huge ran catcher, don't feel bad! They deserve the love tap...it's your kind, Midwestern way of saying, Move it or lose it jack-o!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Day 132
January 13, 2010
Ten cent wings, baby! Oh yes! We head down to Alphabet City to a little dive bar, called Croxley's! I get there and as I'm standing there, waiting for the rest of my party to arrive, me and this rather attractive man catch each other's eyes. I smile, he smiles back and continues to stare. Do you think he talks to me? Nope. Just stares and smiles.
Do I have something on my face? Do I have something hanging from my nose? What's the deal? And why do you keep staring at me all night, but not talk to me? I have an old-fashioned sense of dating. The man approaches the woman! Unfortunately, here in the city, women are like hawks! They will fight tooth and nail to talk to a man! Maybe it's just me, but I can't do this. That's the man's job. Yeah, yeah it's 2010, but I don't care. You want to talk to me...those flirty little eyes aren't going to get you very far. Maybe a, "Hey, how are you?" approach would work much better!
Anyways...the wings are delicious! I get Honey BBQ, which by the way, are actually twenty cents per wing! They get you with the small print! Even still, four bucks for wings is well worth it! Then, I'm convinced to try this Blueberry beer. I'm not a beer girl, but this is good! I love blueberries and it has the perfect touch of fruitiness to it!
On the walk to Croxley's, I pass a restaurant called, "Mocando." It's ironic because prior to me getting my first internship here in the city at Joonbug, the editor there had me write a restaurant review. Guess what restaurant it was? Mocando! I walked passed it thinking, thanks to that place, I'm living in New York City! It was pretty cool! I'm walking along Houston, (pronounced house-ton), and the area is really cool. Then...I turn onto Avenue B. Hmm...slightly sketchy. I'm the only light-skinned, blondie walking down the street. I'm slightly nervous, but thank goodness I don't have far to go.
So, I have a funny story. The other day, Kara and I were working, when a very attractive, blonde hair man walks in. I have a thing for the blondies! He's dressed very professional and has a great presence to him. He says, "I'm sorry, but I have a really weird question to ask you ladies." Okay, it's New York, I bet it's not that bad, cute-patoot! He says, "My girlfriend and I broke up on Saturday, and I have two tickets to the Bahamas for Wednesday through Sunday and need someone to take the ticket." All I heard was, "blah, blah, broke up; blah, blah Bahamas; blah, blah, two tickets!" I'm thinking, no way! Kara and I can totally spend the weekend in the Bahamas for free! Well, his baby blues eyes had me slightly confused! He wanted one of us to go with HIM for the weekend! Yeah right, hot stuff! By the end of the trip, my body would be swimming with the fish! No, thanks! Tempting, but no can do Romeo!
Kara got his card, so we decided to be adventurous and text him like we were curious about going. He responds to Kara's text by saying, "Can you please tell me who you are again, because I kind of gave my information out to a lot of different people." Hahahaha! What a loser! Kara's response, "Sir, do you not have any FRIENDS that you can go on this trip with? Why are you going into random places, asking random girls, to go with you? That's weird." Ha! His response, "....." Nothing! Weirdo! Such a waste of a cute face!
So, lately, I've really had the urge to adopt a dog! It's New York City that's getting to me! I want a little fury friend to come home to everyday! If I could afford it, I would totally get one! What kind, you ask? Anything that is fluffy, five pounds, and either white or tan! I would love, love, love a malti-poo or a dog like Fran Drescher's dog, Esther! Look at it here! I joined the ASPCA website newsletter, so I receive daily updates about what's going on in pet land. It breaks my heart seeing all of the bad things. I just want to save one!
Note to self: "Tough times never last, but tough people do." -Robert Schuller
No matter how tough times get in your life, you really need to appreciate where you are. So many people would love to be in your shoes, so don't take it for granted. Although life may not be going quite like you wanted it, it's going the way it's suppose to. You have been given such a great opportunity in a city where dreams are endless. When people tell you, "I would never have the guts to just up and move like you did, with knowing no one," take that in and really think about how strong of a person you really are. Sure, everyone has moments of weakness, but it's those weak times that make you the great person you are meant to be. Certain situations in your life happen for a reason--to test you, to teach you, to get you thinking. So, as much as you want to cry at your life right now, always remember, things could be so much worse. Thank God you are alive, healthy, have a great family and set of friends. A lot of people can not say this. You are more lucky than you're giving your life credit for!
Ten cent wings, baby! Oh yes! We head down to Alphabet City to a little dive bar, called Croxley's! I get there and as I'm standing there, waiting for the rest of my party to arrive, me and this rather attractive man catch each other's eyes. I smile, he smiles back and continues to stare. Do you think he talks to me? Nope. Just stares and smiles.
Do I have something on my face? Do I have something hanging from my nose? What's the deal? And why do you keep staring at me all night, but not talk to me? I have an old-fashioned sense of dating. The man approaches the woman! Unfortunately, here in the city, women are like hawks! They will fight tooth and nail to talk to a man! Maybe it's just me, but I can't do this. That's the man's job. Yeah, yeah it's 2010, but I don't care. You want to talk to me...those flirty little eyes aren't going to get you very far. Maybe a, "Hey, how are you?" approach would work much better!
Anyways...the wings are delicious! I get Honey BBQ, which by the way, are actually twenty cents per wing! They get you with the small print! Even still, four bucks for wings is well worth it! Then, I'm convinced to try this Blueberry beer. I'm not a beer girl, but this is good! I love blueberries and it has the perfect touch of fruitiness to it!
On the walk to Croxley's, I pass a restaurant called, "Mocando." It's ironic because prior to me getting my first internship here in the city at Joonbug, the editor there had me write a restaurant review. Guess what restaurant it was? Mocando! I walked passed it thinking, thanks to that place, I'm living in New York City! It was pretty cool! I'm walking along Houston, (pronounced house-ton), and the area is really cool. Then...I turn onto Avenue B. Hmm...slightly sketchy. I'm the only light-skinned, blondie walking down the street. I'm slightly nervous, but thank goodness I don't have far to go.
So, I have a funny story. The other day, Kara and I were working, when a very attractive, blonde hair man walks in. I have a thing for the blondies! He's dressed very professional and has a great presence to him. He says, "I'm sorry, but I have a really weird question to ask you ladies." Okay, it's New York, I bet it's not that bad, cute-patoot! He says, "My girlfriend and I broke up on Saturday, and I have two tickets to the Bahamas for Wednesday through Sunday and need someone to take the ticket." All I heard was, "blah, blah, broke up; blah, blah Bahamas; blah, blah, two tickets!" I'm thinking, no way! Kara and I can totally spend the weekend in the Bahamas for free! Well, his baby blues eyes had me slightly confused! He wanted one of us to go with HIM for the weekend! Yeah right, hot stuff! By the end of the trip, my body would be swimming with the fish! No, thanks! Tempting, but no can do Romeo!
Kara got his card, so we decided to be adventurous and text him like we were curious about going. He responds to Kara's text by saying, "Can you please tell me who you are again, because I kind of gave my information out to a lot of different people." Hahahaha! What a loser! Kara's response, "Sir, do you not have any FRIENDS that you can go on this trip with? Why are you going into random places, asking random girls, to go with you? That's weird." Ha! His response, "....." Nothing! Weirdo! Such a waste of a cute face!
So, lately, I've really had the urge to adopt a dog! It's New York City that's getting to me! I want a little fury friend to come home to everyday! If I could afford it, I would totally get one! What kind, you ask? Anything that is fluffy, five pounds, and either white or tan! I would love, love, love a malti-poo or a dog like Fran Drescher's dog, Esther! Look at it here! I joined the ASPCA website newsletter, so I receive daily updates about what's going on in pet land. It breaks my heart seeing all of the bad things. I just want to save one!
Note to self: "Tough times never last, but tough people do." -Robert Schuller
No matter how tough times get in your life, you really need to appreciate where you are. So many people would love to be in your shoes, so don't take it for granted. Although life may not be going quite like you wanted it, it's going the way it's suppose to. You have been given such a great opportunity in a city where dreams are endless. When people tell you, "I would never have the guts to just up and move like you did, with knowing no one," take that in and really think about how strong of a person you really are. Sure, everyone has moments of weakness, but it's those weak times that make you the great person you are meant to be. Certain situations in your life happen for a reason--to test you, to teach you, to get you thinking. So, as much as you want to cry at your life right now, always remember, things could be so much worse. Thank God you are alive, healthy, have a great family and set of friends. A lot of people can not say this. You are more lucky than you're giving your life credit for!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Day 130
January 11, 2010
Before you leave your house in the morning, do you really look at yourself? I mean, really and truly evaluate how you look in your clothes? Some people should. I am all for expressing yourself through clothing and accessories, but when your booty looks like a bowl of cottage cheese on stilts, you may want to reconsider. ;) And I always feel bad for these people, especially when their weave looks like a tornado whipped through it and the other half got blown away. Self-expression is great, but so is self-awareness!
Today is a pretty low key day. I go to BH&G, then head to The Capital Grille. I'm thinking to myself, I have nothing to write about today. Aha! But then I remember. I pass the firehouse this morning and I get really excited because the door is open and I hear men playing with mechanical toys-they like to call them chainsaws. I look at the muscular bodies bent over on the cement, only to find two middle-aged men--not my hunka, hunka, burnin' love. So sad.
So, I'm walking to work with my iPod, where only one earphone works, so I'm a total gangster with one in my ear and the other hanging down by my side. It's pretty B.A. Only to add to my ghetto-fabulousness, "Gangter's Paradise" starts playing in my ears! Haha! I start laughing out loud because it reminds me of the Iowa State Fair. Coolio came to perform and I told my friend, Tim, that I was taking him to a concert, but didn't tell him which one for fear that he would all of a sudden, "have something to do." However, when he finds out it's Coolio, he's all about it. So, we go and meet up with my brother and one of his friends. Okay, I have never seen so many white people at a rap concert before. I'm pretty sure the only other black people were his "entourage," or whatever you call them. Ha! AND...every white person there thought they were black for about an hour and a half! It was great! Brett, his buddy, and Tim...I could have sworn they were born dark-skinned--bouncing up and down, lips pushed out, and one hand in the air, pumping it up and down with their palm facing down. You know what I'm talking about! LOL! Good times!
I did get the pleasure of seeing my doorman. Oh, let me tell you, I am so embarrassed, I don't even look up until the last possible minute that I have to. He greets me with a huge smile and a, "HEY! What are you doin?!" I respond with, "Hey, I just got off of work." I kind of continue to keep walking. He says, "Yeah, can you believe this weather?" I say, "I know it's freezing!" Then...it's the awkward silence, where we both just stand there and stare at each other, waiting for the other person to speak the next sentence. I say, "Alright, well have a great night! I'll see ya' later!" He says, "Oh, okay, goodnight!" Yikes! Why am I always like a little school girl when it comes to attractive men? Stupid! And he's my doorman! I can't do that! Do you know how awkward this would be? Bad idea! Just a bad, bad idea!
Well, this is the extent of my excitement for the day. I know it's hard to contain yourself, but I suppose not everyday can be filled with funny and mildly inappropriate behavior. I do behave myself 99 percent of the time! I do like to make my parents proud of me! ;)
Note to self: "Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everybody's heart." - Anthony DiAngelo
This quote fits into my everyday thinking and my all-time favorite quote of, "Smile, you never who's watching." ;) It's great! Who doesn't love when you get a smile from a random stranger on the street? It makes you feel good! I always smile at people-who knows if that smile made their day, or if it turned their bad morning into an okay morning. A lot can be said about a smile. It gives people a glimpse into your personality and who you really are. Are you sassy? Are you sincere? Are you outgoing? ;) It's a powerful thing, and it's so simple to throw around. Why frown and get all wrinkly? Smiling not only makes you feel better, but could make the stranger walking past you feel better too! ;)
Before you leave your house in the morning, do you really look at yourself? I mean, really and truly evaluate how you look in your clothes? Some people should. I am all for expressing yourself through clothing and accessories, but when your booty looks like a bowl of cottage cheese on stilts, you may want to reconsider. ;) And I always feel bad for these people, especially when their weave looks like a tornado whipped through it and the other half got blown away. Self-expression is great, but so is self-awareness!
Today is a pretty low key day. I go to BH&G, then head to The Capital Grille. I'm thinking to myself, I have nothing to write about today. Aha! But then I remember. I pass the firehouse this morning and I get really excited because the door is open and I hear men playing with mechanical toys-they like to call them chainsaws. I look at the muscular bodies bent over on the cement, only to find two middle-aged men--not my hunka, hunka, burnin' love. So sad.
So, I'm walking to work with my iPod, where only one earphone works, so I'm a total gangster with one in my ear and the other hanging down by my side. It's pretty B.A. Only to add to my ghetto-fabulousness, "Gangter's Paradise" starts playing in my ears! Haha! I start laughing out loud because it reminds me of the Iowa State Fair. Coolio came to perform and I told my friend, Tim, that I was taking him to a concert, but didn't tell him which one for fear that he would all of a sudden, "have something to do." However, when he finds out it's Coolio, he's all about it. So, we go and meet up with my brother and one of his friends. Okay, I have never seen so many white people at a rap concert before. I'm pretty sure the only other black people were his "entourage," or whatever you call them. Ha! AND...every white person there thought they were black for about an hour and a half! It was great! Brett, his buddy, and Tim...I could have sworn they were born dark-skinned--bouncing up and down, lips pushed out, and one hand in the air, pumping it up and down with their palm facing down. You know what I'm talking about! LOL! Good times!
I did get the pleasure of seeing my doorman. Oh, let me tell you, I am so embarrassed, I don't even look up until the last possible minute that I have to. He greets me with a huge smile and a, "HEY! What are you doin?!" I respond with, "Hey, I just got off of work." I kind of continue to keep walking. He says, "Yeah, can you believe this weather?" I say, "I know it's freezing!" Then...it's the awkward silence, where we both just stand there and stare at each other, waiting for the other person to speak the next sentence. I say, "Alright, well have a great night! I'll see ya' later!" He says, "Oh, okay, goodnight!" Yikes! Why am I always like a little school girl when it comes to attractive men? Stupid! And he's my doorman! I can't do that! Do you know how awkward this would be? Bad idea! Just a bad, bad idea!
Well, this is the extent of my excitement for the day. I know it's hard to contain yourself, but I suppose not everyday can be filled with funny and mildly inappropriate behavior. I do behave myself 99 percent of the time! I do like to make my parents proud of me! ;)
Note to self: "Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everybody's heart." - Anthony DiAngelo
This quote fits into my everyday thinking and my all-time favorite quote of, "Smile, you never who's watching." ;) It's great! Who doesn't love when you get a smile from a random stranger on the street? It makes you feel good! I always smile at people-who knows if that smile made their day, or if it turned their bad morning into an okay morning. A lot can be said about a smile. It gives people a glimpse into your personality and who you really are. Are you sassy? Are you sincere? Are you outgoing? ;) It's a powerful thing, and it's so simple to throw around. Why frown and get all wrinkly? Smiling not only makes you feel better, but could make the stranger walking past you feel better too! ;)
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Day 123 - Day 124
January 4, 2010 - January 5, 2010
I guess it's back to reality. I say it like it's a bad thing, but in all actuality, my reality is pretty awesome right now! I wake up...sick. Blah! No fun. I can't breathe. My head feels like it's about ready to explode. My nose won't quit running. It's gross. So, needless to say, I don't go to my internship. I take cold medicine and sleep ALL day! The dang Iowa -15 degree weather got to me! And people ask me why I moved away...do I really need to explain myself? ;)
Being back in the city is fantastic! I take it all in again like it's my first day here! The sights, the smells, the people. It's great! I missed the smell of trash in the fresh, brisk morning air; I missed the preachers on the side of the street saying Jesus is about ready to save me; and I missed my fast-paced walking! Like Brett says, "You walk faster than God!" It's great!
So, on the bus ride into the city on Sunday, I saw a billboard that read, "Recession 101: It's a test. Not a final." I thought this was very nice. Makes perfectly good sense, and makes me feel a little better about the future. Although it seems to look somewhat disastrous, I still have hope! Another billboard--this one I saw in the airport...there is a picture of Tiger Woods swinging a golf club. It's some kind of sponsorship poster. It says, "What you do today, will affect you tomorrow." Heck yea it will, Tiger! It gets your face beat with a golf club! Hahahaha! How ironic, right?!? ;)
Okay, so I told Brett NY to get lost. For those of you who don't know, I have been talking to this kid for a couple of months now. It's not going anywhere, rather quickly! I've come to find that life is too short. If you like me, tell me. If you don't, then stop talking to me. Whatever. Why are we wasting our time with pointless conversation? Here's an example of what we talk about: (punctuation marks are real, on his part!)
Brett: "Hey! What's up?!"
Me: "Hey, not much. How are you?"
Brett: "Oh good, good! How's work hun?! ;)" (Okay, what man texts a winky, smiley face?) Ha!
Me: "It's pretty good."
Bored yet? Me too! And it goes on and on with pointless questions about nothing! I've been talking to him for three months and I don't know what he likes, what he dislikes, what his parents names are, nothing. I know he lives in New Jersey. He mapped it out for me perfectly clear on the table on our first date. Oh baby, oh baby! ;) So, by now, I'm over it. I tell him this is pointless and it needs to stop. If you're really that interested, we would have gone out more than we have. I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend. Hell, what man doesn't in this city? They all do! They're just looking for fun buddies! I don't want to be your fun buddy. I don't care about your lake house, or your 3,000-wine bottle room in your house, or your gym in your house. Hmm...wait a second. Let me rethink this! Haha! JK!
So, guess what? I randomly get a text from him asking...once again..."Hey, what's up?!?!" Honestly, Brett? I told you this needs to stop. I meant it. I don't say this stuff for you to chase me. I don't play games like other girls do! I mean what I say and I say what I mean, ya' big dummy! Hehe!
Guess what? I have the weekend off! Yay! No work Friday or Saturday!!! First time in a while!! I love it!!! Well, I need to go to bed. I'm sick, and I have yet another long day tomorrow! GO HAWKEYES!!!!
Note to self: Don't compromise your values and morals to fit into a culture/society that goes against who you are. If a man wants a woman to sleep with for the night, don't make it you. That's not what you're about. You demand respect, because you have respect for yourself. A real man doesn't want a one-night stand. A real man wants a woman who is strong, respectable, classy, and fun. Someone to challenge them, make them laugh, and be content with being themselves. It's okay you don't have a date every night. Kudos to you if you can wake up next to someone different everyday and look at yourself in the mirror and be okay with it. I couldn't do it. So much for my Sex & the City lifestyle! ;)
I guess it's back to reality. I say it like it's a bad thing, but in all actuality, my reality is pretty awesome right now! I wake up...sick. Blah! No fun. I can't breathe. My head feels like it's about ready to explode. My nose won't quit running. It's gross. So, needless to say, I don't go to my internship. I take cold medicine and sleep ALL day! The dang Iowa -15 degree weather got to me! And people ask me why I moved away...do I really need to explain myself? ;)
Being back in the city is fantastic! I take it all in again like it's my first day here! The sights, the smells, the people. It's great! I missed the smell of trash in the fresh, brisk morning air; I missed the preachers on the side of the street saying Jesus is about ready to save me; and I missed my fast-paced walking! Like Brett says, "You walk faster than God!" It's great!
So, on the bus ride into the city on Sunday, I saw a billboard that read, "Recession 101: It's a test. Not a final." I thought this was very nice. Makes perfectly good sense, and makes me feel a little better about the future. Although it seems to look somewhat disastrous, I still have hope! Another billboard--this one I saw in the airport...there is a picture of Tiger Woods swinging a golf club. It's some kind of sponsorship poster. It says, "What you do today, will affect you tomorrow." Heck yea it will, Tiger! It gets your face beat with a golf club! Hahahaha! How ironic, right?!? ;)
Okay, so I told Brett NY to get lost. For those of you who don't know, I have been talking to this kid for a couple of months now. It's not going anywhere, rather quickly! I've come to find that life is too short. If you like me, tell me. If you don't, then stop talking to me. Whatever. Why are we wasting our time with pointless conversation? Here's an example of what we talk about: (punctuation marks are real, on his part!)
Brett: "Hey! What's up?!"
Me: "Hey, not much. How are you?"
Brett: "Oh good, good! How's work hun?! ;)" (Okay, what man texts a winky, smiley face?) Ha!
Me: "It's pretty good."
Bored yet? Me too! And it goes on and on with pointless questions about nothing! I've been talking to him for three months and I don't know what he likes, what he dislikes, what his parents names are, nothing. I know he lives in New Jersey. He mapped it out for me perfectly clear on the table on our first date. Oh baby, oh baby! ;) So, by now, I'm over it. I tell him this is pointless and it needs to stop. If you're really that interested, we would have gone out more than we have. I'm pretty sure he has a girlfriend. Hell, what man doesn't in this city? They all do! They're just looking for fun buddies! I don't want to be your fun buddy. I don't care about your lake house, or your 3,000-wine bottle room in your house, or your gym in your house. Hmm...wait a second. Let me rethink this! Haha! JK!
So, guess what? I randomly get a text from him asking...once again..."Hey, what's up?!?!" Honestly, Brett? I told you this needs to stop. I meant it. I don't say this stuff for you to chase me. I don't play games like other girls do! I mean what I say and I say what I mean, ya' big dummy! Hehe!
Guess what? I have the weekend off! Yay! No work Friday or Saturday!!! First time in a while!! I love it!!! Well, I need to go to bed. I'm sick, and I have yet another long day tomorrow! GO HAWKEYES!!!!
Note to self: Don't compromise your values and morals to fit into a culture/society that goes against who you are. If a man wants a woman to sleep with for the night, don't make it you. That's not what you're about. You demand respect, because you have respect for yourself. A real man doesn't want a one-night stand. A real man wants a woman who is strong, respectable, classy, and fun. Someone to challenge them, make them laugh, and be content with being themselves. It's okay you don't have a date every night. Kudos to you if you can wake up next to someone different everyday and look at yourself in the mirror and be okay with it. I couldn't do it. So much for my Sex & the City lifestyle! ;)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Day 87 and 88
December 2nd and 3rd, 2009
So, the last couple of days has been dedicated to working at the restaurant and catching up on my life. Work is crazy busy, which is great! I just come home the last couple of days and do nothing but relax. Hey, it's nice to finally have a couple nights to yourself to dedicate to blogging, working on a best friend's wedding, and catching up with friends via phone calls.
So, first and foremost. My stupid occurrences that happened on my date, surprisingly, did not scare Brett NY away. I actually talked to him. I'm shocked because if he pulled that stuff, I would have said see ya' later by ten o'clock! =) Kudos to him. But I still can't help but get excited/nervous every time I walk passed the fire department. I get anxious, hoping I get to see my manly fighter of fires. I'm bound and determined to spark a conversation with him. I just have to think of a good way to do it. No worries. I'm working on it.
Anyways, I thought I was getting pink eye last night. I called my mom. No answer. I called my dad. No answer. Brother. No answer. Now I'm convinced they are just ignoring me, so I get irritated. All I want to know is how to get in contact with my insurance company to see what doctor's I can go to tomorrow morning. I don't want to talk about my day or my life. Just a couple quick questions. So, yes, I'm 25 years old and throw a bit of a tantrum because no one is paying attention to me. I know, I'm pathetic! I'm giving myself the, are you serious? What the hell? Grow up! look right now.
I finally get a hold of my mom and she says she'll call me right back. Liar! Thirty minutes go by, so I call back. I say, "Thanks for calling me back!" in my sarcastic tone I frequently carry in my voice. Okay, little do I know that my dad went to the hospital last night because he had tight chest pains! I was bitching about going blind (when in all actually, wasn't going to happen), and being so overdramatic it's sickening, while my dad is hooked up to EKG machines, getting blood work done, and probably having to pee in every possible cup available. It wasn't until today, when I spoke to my mom and she told me everything, did I realize what a spoiled brat I am!
I can truly admit that and have come to the realization it's true. Sad, but true. I don't like to blame myself. I blame my mother. Sorry mom, but you are the one who made my bed until I graduated college, and did my laundry, cooked my dinner, and bathed me until 24. Haha, jk about the last one! Might as well have. I'm not complaining! I had the life! All I'm saying is the constant attention that is fading is a bit of a smack in the face. I'm learning to suck it up and understanding that Brett truly is their love child and I only matter when they have time for me. When Brett's not busy. ;)
I get really excited today when I Google my name. Yes, I Google my name. Everyone has done it, so don't laugh at me! You know you've done, or I guarantee you, you're going to do it after reading this. You should! It's interesting to see what pops up. I didn't realize that Florida Magazine posted my resume for all to see in cyber space. I don't know how I feel about that, but whatever. It's not accurate either, but oh well. Anyways...my blog is now on the front page! Yay!!!! When I first started, it was on like page 10 or 15, or something outrageous like that. So, I want to thank every single person who reads this! I really appreciate it and I really hope you enjoy it! I try to make it entertaining, but it's pretty easy considering drama and craziness follow me every time I turn my head! It's great, so keep reading!
Note to self: Or this time, should I say, Note to men. When a girl doesn't respond to three text messages, two phone calls, and one voicemail, please get the hint that she isn't interested. Most guys understand this concept, but apparently some 35 year olds don't. Yes, 35 years old. At this point in your life, one would think this concept would be clear to you. I spoke with you once on the phone. I don't like to not respond to you because I do feel bad ignoring you. But what do you say to someone you don't even know, whom you're not dating, and only talked to twice? I don't really know if that counts as justifying an explanation. Please quit the randomness because you're making me feel worse about my ignoring you. What are you suppose to say? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested due to the fact you act like you're my dad, you do the girly "kissy face" poses in your pictures, and your goodnight to me on the phone is you telling me you're going to go say the rosary and then head to bed. I don't know. Maybe I'm a jerk. But someone who likes to look "prettier" and more feminine than me in pictures is not okay in my book!
PLEASE NOTE THE NEXT THREE BLOGS ARE THREE MORE FROM BRETT'S VACATION HERE! PLEASE READ TO SHARE MORE EXPERIENCES OF HIS VACATION! THE LAST THREE WILL BE COMING TOMORROW! ENJOY!
So, the last couple of days has been dedicated to working at the restaurant and catching up on my life. Work is crazy busy, which is great! I just come home the last couple of days and do nothing but relax. Hey, it's nice to finally have a couple nights to yourself to dedicate to blogging, working on a best friend's wedding, and catching up with friends via phone calls.
So, first and foremost. My stupid occurrences that happened on my date, surprisingly, did not scare Brett NY away. I actually talked to him. I'm shocked because if he pulled that stuff, I would have said see ya' later by ten o'clock! =) Kudos to him. But I still can't help but get excited/nervous every time I walk passed the fire department. I get anxious, hoping I get to see my manly fighter of fires. I'm bound and determined to spark a conversation with him. I just have to think of a good way to do it. No worries. I'm working on it.
Anyways, I thought I was getting pink eye last night. I called my mom. No answer. I called my dad. No answer. Brother. No answer. Now I'm convinced they are just ignoring me, so I get irritated. All I want to know is how to get in contact with my insurance company to see what doctor's I can go to tomorrow morning. I don't want to talk about my day or my life. Just a couple quick questions. So, yes, I'm 25 years old and throw a bit of a tantrum because no one is paying attention to me. I know, I'm pathetic! I'm giving myself the, are you serious? What the hell? Grow up! look right now.
I finally get a hold of my mom and she says she'll call me right back. Liar! Thirty minutes go by, so I call back. I say, "Thanks for calling me back!" in my sarcastic tone I frequently carry in my voice. Okay, little do I know that my dad went to the hospital last night because he had tight chest pains! I was bitching about going blind (when in all actually, wasn't going to happen), and being so overdramatic it's sickening, while my dad is hooked up to EKG machines, getting blood work done, and probably having to pee in every possible cup available. It wasn't until today, when I spoke to my mom and she told me everything, did I realize what a spoiled brat I am!
I can truly admit that and have come to the realization it's true. Sad, but true. I don't like to blame myself. I blame my mother. Sorry mom, but you are the one who made my bed until I graduated college, and did my laundry, cooked my dinner, and bathed me until 24. Haha, jk about the last one! Might as well have. I'm not complaining! I had the life! All I'm saying is the constant attention that is fading is a bit of a smack in the face. I'm learning to suck it up and understanding that Brett truly is their love child and I only matter when they have time for me. When Brett's not busy. ;)
I get really excited today when I Google my name. Yes, I Google my name. Everyone has done it, so don't laugh at me! You know you've done, or I guarantee you, you're going to do it after reading this. You should! It's interesting to see what pops up. I didn't realize that Florida Magazine posted my resume for all to see in cyber space. I don't know how I feel about that, but whatever. It's not accurate either, but oh well. Anyways...my blog is now on the front page! Yay!!!! When I first started, it was on like page 10 or 15, or something outrageous like that. So, I want to thank every single person who reads this! I really appreciate it and I really hope you enjoy it! I try to make it entertaining, but it's pretty easy considering drama and craziness follow me every time I turn my head! It's great, so keep reading!
Note to self: Or this time, should I say, Note to men. When a girl doesn't respond to three text messages, two phone calls, and one voicemail, please get the hint that she isn't interested. Most guys understand this concept, but apparently some 35 year olds don't. Yes, 35 years old. At this point in your life, one would think this concept would be clear to you. I spoke with you once on the phone. I don't like to not respond to you because I do feel bad ignoring you. But what do you say to someone you don't even know, whom you're not dating, and only talked to twice? I don't really know if that counts as justifying an explanation. Please quit the randomness because you're making me feel worse about my ignoring you. What are you suppose to say? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested due to the fact you act like you're my dad, you do the girly "kissy face" poses in your pictures, and your goodnight to me on the phone is you telling me you're going to go say the rosary and then head to bed. I don't know. Maybe I'm a jerk. But someone who likes to look "prettier" and more feminine than me in pictures is not okay in my book!
PLEASE NOTE THE NEXT THREE BLOGS ARE THREE MORE FROM BRETT'S VACATION HERE! PLEASE READ TO SHARE MORE EXPERIENCES OF HIS VACATION! THE LAST THREE WILL BE COMING TOMORROW! ENJOY!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Day 86
December 1, 2009
I cannot believe it's December 1st! I know I say this about every month, but come one now...2009 is almost over! It's been a long, rough year, so 2010 is looking pretty good! I'm just going to enjoy the Christmas season in NYC for right now. We'll worry about 2010 in 29 days, or whatever it is. It's so beautiful here, I can't even explain it! It puts you in the holiday spirit every time you turn your head. Whether it's wreaths, trees, lights upon lights, or shopping bags adorned with Christmas decor. Sunday is my day off work, and I am going to go window shopping at the major department stores, who have their windows all decked out! Insanely creative and beautiful!
So, yesterday. I know, I know. I need to start getting back into the swing of blogging. So, I'm starting tonight! Yesterday was a good day. I got more free stuff from work! Yay! Christmas gifts! ;) It's a poor woman's holiday working there!
After work, I book it home to get ready for a going away party for a college friend. She is moving back to Wisconsin, so a few of her friends got together to wish her well! We went to Aspen Social Club. It's a really cool place! It has a very cabin feel to it, which makes it very homey. I stay there for a while, have a couple of drinks, and then have to head out to go to work. It's only for a couple of hours, but it's necessity for the holiday season.
Then...I meet up with a kid named Brett. Weird huh? I thought so too. Believe it or not, he's actually above the height of 5'11". You don't see that very often out here. No one believes me, but when my brother came out here, he noticed the same thing. So, for a girl at the height of 5'9", such as myself, it's hard to find a guy that you can wear heels around. He's a breathe of fresh air. However, it gets confusing when he's texting me and my brother, Brett, is texting me. I tend to tell the guys the same things twice, possibly three times, because I don't pay attention to which Brett it is. Sometimes, I get irritated because I think to myself, I already told you this. Or I think, What are you talking about? This text must be meant for someone else. It's highly confusing, so now I have to take an extra two seconds to realize which one is talking to me before I respond. I have them saved as "Brett" and "Brett NY." Maybe I should figure out a bit of a bigger identification gap.
We meet at Rudy's. It's a dive bar, but it's pretty cool. They give out free hot dogs, which my brother took complete advantage of when he was out here, celebrating my birthday! Ha! Anyways, the date went well. I was a little bored when he was basically mapping out the whole Jersey Shore on the table. I don't care where these places are. You're speaking a foreign language to me right now, Brett. You talk like I know what you're saying. I don't. So, I simply smile and nod, and pop in with the occasional, "Oh okay, yea!" =) Hehe! I act interested, but in the back of my mind, all I can think of is the great song playing in the background, how I really like his outfit--the Burberry scarf is a nice touch, how he has a nicely sculpted figure, and how my drink tastes fabulous! =)
We leave Rudy's and head to Mercury Bar. He's a man's man, so he likes beer and sports. Points to him! It's a sports bar. I've never been, but will tell you that I will be going back! It's fun! Let's back up a bit. It's now 1:00 a.m. and I've been up since 6:30! I'm beat, but we keep talking. The topic of Kobe Bryant got brought up and how he bought his wife a $4 million ring. I pop in with, "Yea, but it's a Harry Winston! I want a Harry Winston someday!" Yea, probably not a good idea to tell someone that on a first date. Then...as we were leaving, we were walking outside, and as I'm talking, my gum falls out of my mouth and lands on my scarf. Wonderful! He goes, "Oh. Do you want another piece?" Haha! I say, "Oh no, I'm okay, thanks." Dang it. Lol!
Then! Yes, I know. There is a then! First of all, you have to remember, after two drinks, I get pretty talkative and pretty honest. So...we're talking about dating in the city, politics of the city, stereotypes in the city, etc. I proceed to tell him that because I'm blonde, I can pretty much get away with whatever I want. Ah geeze, Ashley. What the hell? However, it is true. Ask my brother. When he was here he would always go, "Jesus Ashley. People do anything for you out here. You get three packages of Cranberries, I only get one. You get the door held open for you and when I go to walk through it, it gets shut in my face!" Lol! It's true. There aren't a lot of blondes out here, so when people see us, they naturally tend to look. So, why I kept proceeding to tell my date this last night, I don't know. I'm an idiot. He's probably thinking, You egotistical little brat. Get over yourself. You're not that attractive! That's what I would think. Rookie mistake!
So, like I said, he's a pretty cool guy. One problem: he stutters. Kind of bad. Which isn't a bad thing, but I feel bad when he's trying to say a word and I just want to punch it out of him! A text from my friend Dyanna this morning, "Lock it up, Toncar! "I wha-wha-want to take y-y-you out ag-ag-again."" Okay, this morning, I found this hilarious! I was laughing out loud in my cubicle! Now that I'm typing it out, I'm slowly realizing how big of a jerk I'm sounding. I'm chalking it up to him maybe being nervous or something.
P.S., I don't get home until 2:30 a.m. and I have to get up at 7 a.m. Oops!
One more thing: the firefighter that works at the station right by apartment. Holy fire blazes! He's hott! He's probably, and I'm not exaggerating, 6'8". He's so tall and so manly! Everytime we see each other, we smile and exchange the "Hi, how are you?" One of these days, a conversation is going strike up and let's hope for smooth sailing! I have a massive crush on him and I don't know anything about him! Strictly, that he's a firefighter (bonus!), he's really tall (bonus!), he's extremely attractive (bonus!), and he seems really nice (definite bonus!). What more can I ask for at this point in my life? Just a date. I don't think it's so much to ask for! Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Note to self: Be careful and very mindful of those around you when carrying an umbrella. It's not a good thing when your umbrella catches a black man's doo-rag and yanks it a little. Because then you get nervous and panic for a split second because you don't know what to do. Do you confront the issue, possible creating a confrontation that doesn't need to be made, or do you smile, say sorry really quickly, and keep walking at a fast pace? Option two sounds like a great idea! Done and done!
AND! THE NEXT TEN BLOGS WILL BE ABOUT MINE AND BRETT'S TRIP! PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO READ EACH BLOG! I PROMISE YOU WILL ENJOY EVERY WORD! SHARE IN OUR WEEK AND A HALF OF EATING WAY TOO MUCH, DRINKING TOO MUCH, AND EXPERIENCING EVERYTHING FROM TOURISTY TO LOCAL NEW YORK CITY!
I cannot believe it's December 1st! I know I say this about every month, but come one now...2009 is almost over! It's been a long, rough year, so 2010 is looking pretty good! I'm just going to enjoy the Christmas season in NYC for right now. We'll worry about 2010 in 29 days, or whatever it is. It's so beautiful here, I can't even explain it! It puts you in the holiday spirit every time you turn your head. Whether it's wreaths, trees, lights upon lights, or shopping bags adorned with Christmas decor. Sunday is my day off work, and I am going to go window shopping at the major department stores, who have their windows all decked out! Insanely creative and beautiful!
So, yesterday. I know, I know. I need to start getting back into the swing of blogging. So, I'm starting tonight! Yesterday was a good day. I got more free stuff from work! Yay! Christmas gifts! ;) It's a poor woman's holiday working there!
After work, I book it home to get ready for a going away party for a college friend. She is moving back to Wisconsin, so a few of her friends got together to wish her well! We went to Aspen Social Club. It's a really cool place! It has a very cabin feel to it, which makes it very homey. I stay there for a while, have a couple of drinks, and then have to head out to go to work. It's only for a couple of hours, but it's necessity for the holiday season.
Then...I meet up with a kid named Brett. Weird huh? I thought so too. Believe it or not, he's actually above the height of 5'11". You don't see that very often out here. No one believes me, but when my brother came out here, he noticed the same thing. So, for a girl at the height of 5'9", such as myself, it's hard to find a guy that you can wear heels around. He's a breathe of fresh air. However, it gets confusing when he's texting me and my brother, Brett, is texting me. I tend to tell the guys the same things twice, possibly three times, because I don't pay attention to which Brett it is. Sometimes, I get irritated because I think to myself, I already told you this. Or I think, What are you talking about? This text must be meant for someone else. It's highly confusing, so now I have to take an extra two seconds to realize which one is talking to me before I respond. I have them saved as "Brett" and "Brett NY." Maybe I should figure out a bit of a bigger identification gap.
We meet at Rudy's. It's a dive bar, but it's pretty cool. They give out free hot dogs, which my brother took complete advantage of when he was out here, celebrating my birthday! Ha! Anyways, the date went well. I was a little bored when he was basically mapping out the whole Jersey Shore on the table. I don't care where these places are. You're speaking a foreign language to me right now, Brett. You talk like I know what you're saying. I don't. So, I simply smile and nod, and pop in with the occasional, "Oh okay, yea!" =) Hehe! I act interested, but in the back of my mind, all I can think of is the great song playing in the background, how I really like his outfit--the Burberry scarf is a nice touch, how he has a nicely sculpted figure, and how my drink tastes fabulous! =)
We leave Rudy's and head to Mercury Bar. He's a man's man, so he likes beer and sports. Points to him! It's a sports bar. I've never been, but will tell you that I will be going back! It's fun! Let's back up a bit. It's now 1:00 a.m. and I've been up since 6:30! I'm beat, but we keep talking. The topic of Kobe Bryant got brought up and how he bought his wife a $4 million ring. I pop in with, "Yea, but it's a Harry Winston! I want a Harry Winston someday!" Yea, probably not a good idea to tell someone that on a first date. Then...as we were leaving, we were walking outside, and as I'm talking, my gum falls out of my mouth and lands on my scarf. Wonderful! He goes, "Oh. Do you want another piece?" Haha! I say, "Oh no, I'm okay, thanks." Dang it. Lol!
Then! Yes, I know. There is a then! First of all, you have to remember, after two drinks, I get pretty talkative and pretty honest. So...we're talking about dating in the city, politics of the city, stereotypes in the city, etc. I proceed to tell him that because I'm blonde, I can pretty much get away with whatever I want. Ah geeze, Ashley. What the hell? However, it is true. Ask my brother. When he was here he would always go, "Jesus Ashley. People do anything for you out here. You get three packages of Cranberries, I only get one. You get the door held open for you and when I go to walk through it, it gets shut in my face!" Lol! It's true. There aren't a lot of blondes out here, so when people see us, they naturally tend to look. So, why I kept proceeding to tell my date this last night, I don't know. I'm an idiot. He's probably thinking, You egotistical little brat. Get over yourself. You're not that attractive! That's what I would think. Rookie mistake!
So, like I said, he's a pretty cool guy. One problem: he stutters. Kind of bad. Which isn't a bad thing, but I feel bad when he's trying to say a word and I just want to punch it out of him! A text from my friend Dyanna this morning, "Lock it up, Toncar! "I wha-wha-want to take y-y-you out ag-ag-again."" Okay, this morning, I found this hilarious! I was laughing out loud in my cubicle! Now that I'm typing it out, I'm slowly realizing how big of a jerk I'm sounding. I'm chalking it up to him maybe being nervous or something.
P.S., I don't get home until 2:30 a.m. and I have to get up at 7 a.m. Oops!
One more thing: the firefighter that works at the station right by apartment. Holy fire blazes! He's hott! He's probably, and I'm not exaggerating, 6'8". He's so tall and so manly! Everytime we see each other, we smile and exchange the "Hi, how are you?" One of these days, a conversation is going strike up and let's hope for smooth sailing! I have a massive crush on him and I don't know anything about him! Strictly, that he's a firefighter (bonus!), he's really tall (bonus!), he's extremely attractive (bonus!), and he seems really nice (definite bonus!). What more can I ask for at this point in my life? Just a date. I don't think it's so much to ask for! Keep your fingers crossed for me!
Note to self: Be careful and very mindful of those around you when carrying an umbrella. It's not a good thing when your umbrella catches a black man's doo-rag and yanks it a little. Because then you get nervous and panic for a split second because you don't know what to do. Do you confront the issue, possible creating a confrontation that doesn't need to be made, or do you smile, say sorry really quickly, and keep walking at a fast pace? Option two sounds like a great idea! Done and done!
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Day 72
November 17, 2009
I am literally exhausted to the point where I don't feel like talking to anyone. I know, crazy right? I always feel like talking! I'm not used to this "real world" stuff. Getting up at 6:30 a.m. and working all day. I'm not complaining because I love it, but I'm just not used to it! Being a working woman is tough! I'm starting to re-think the stay-at-home-mom role. But then, I think that would even be tougher. But at least you have cartoons and toys all day! But I guess with my job, I have clothes and beauty products all day! I think I like this better! Kids + Ashley (right now) = Hell to the NO!
I get preached to twice tonight! That's right! Anything you want to know about Jesus, call me! I am well-informed. The lady with the microphone, standing on the street saved my soul, and two other younger gentlemen stop me and ask if I know who Mother, Jesus' female counterpart is. I reply kindly with, "No, and I'm running late, so I can't talk. Sorry." A tip from the boy as I leave: "Well, the next time someone asks you tell them no, and be sure to read the bible!" Okay. I grew up Catholic, where going to church and reading the Bible was a part of my everyday routine. I don't need to be saved by a homeless woman. I don't need to throw my hands up and scream, "Alleluia Jesus!" or "Save me Lord, Jesus!" as I walk down the street. I believe and have faith, but I don't find it necessary to get all Hallelujah, praise Jesus on other people while walking home. =)
So, I am talking to this kid and he says, "Hi Ashley, I'm Amish. Nice to meet you." I reply with, "Hey, I'm from the Midwest, so we have quite a few Amish people where I'm from." His reply, "Oh boy, I'm not Amish. That's my name." LOL! Oh good God! I just figured with all of the outrageous pick up lines I've heard since I've been out here, it was just another crazy one! Nope. Not this time! ;)
Listen to how smooth this one is: "As one scopes you out and it sparks the interest of a gentlemen, he notices the confidence, anticipates the intelligence, adores the beauty, and respects the swagger." Nice huh? That took some thought! Too bad he looks like Farnsworth Bentley!
So, I'm pretty sure my night consists of breakfast for dinner and "Eclipse," the following of "New Moon." Breakfast for dinner is the best! I love it! Pancakes and eggs at 6 p.m.? Yes, please! I'm starting to get better at cooking pancakes, too! The first time, they were a little more like crispy cakes. Tonight, they were pancakes! Mmm...and I made an over-easy egg without breaking the yolk! I keep impressing myself everyday. It must be those "I'm awesome" talks I give myself every morning! ;)
Note to self: Work hard and never take an opportunity for granted. You're given the opportunity for a reason--don't blow it. When you realize that you are not the best and someone can take your place in a heartbeat, without thought, embrace what life has handed to you. You have earned it with your hard work and dedication. Continue to earn your place in life because drive, determination, and passion are all you need to make yourself successful.
I am literally exhausted to the point where I don't feel like talking to anyone. I know, crazy right? I always feel like talking! I'm not used to this "real world" stuff. Getting up at 6:30 a.m. and working all day. I'm not complaining because I love it, but I'm just not used to it! Being a working woman is tough! I'm starting to re-think the stay-at-home-mom role. But then, I think that would even be tougher. But at least you have cartoons and toys all day! But I guess with my job, I have clothes and beauty products all day! I think I like this better! Kids + Ashley (right now) = Hell to the NO!
I get preached to twice tonight! That's right! Anything you want to know about Jesus, call me! I am well-informed. The lady with the microphone, standing on the street saved my soul, and two other younger gentlemen stop me and ask if I know who Mother, Jesus' female counterpart is. I reply kindly with, "No, and I'm running late, so I can't talk. Sorry." A tip from the boy as I leave: "Well, the next time someone asks you tell them no, and be sure to read the bible!" Okay. I grew up Catholic, where going to church and reading the Bible was a part of my everyday routine. I don't need to be saved by a homeless woman. I don't need to throw my hands up and scream, "Alleluia Jesus!" or "Save me Lord, Jesus!" as I walk down the street. I believe and have faith, but I don't find it necessary to get all Hallelujah, praise Jesus on other people while walking home. =)
So, I am talking to this kid and he says, "Hi Ashley, I'm Amish. Nice to meet you." I reply with, "Hey, I'm from the Midwest, so we have quite a few Amish people where I'm from." His reply, "Oh boy, I'm not Amish. That's my name." LOL! Oh good God! I just figured with all of the outrageous pick up lines I've heard since I've been out here, it was just another crazy one! Nope. Not this time! ;)
Listen to how smooth this one is: "As one scopes you out and it sparks the interest of a gentlemen, he notices the confidence, anticipates the intelligence, adores the beauty, and respects the swagger." Nice huh? That took some thought! Too bad he looks like Farnsworth Bentley!
So, I'm pretty sure my night consists of breakfast for dinner and "Eclipse," the following of "New Moon." Breakfast for dinner is the best! I love it! Pancakes and eggs at 6 p.m.? Yes, please! I'm starting to get better at cooking pancakes, too! The first time, they were a little more like crispy cakes. Tonight, they were pancakes! Mmm...and I made an over-easy egg without breaking the yolk! I keep impressing myself everyday. It must be those "I'm awesome" talks I give myself every morning! ;)
Note to self: Work hard and never take an opportunity for granted. You're given the opportunity for a reason--don't blow it. When you realize that you are not the best and someone can take your place in a heartbeat, without thought, embrace what life has handed to you. You have earned it with your hard work and dedication. Continue to earn your place in life because drive, determination, and passion are all you need to make yourself successful.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Day 66
November 11, 2009
Well...as my birthday creeps closer, the less excited I get. I don't want to be 25!!! This means I'm almost 30!!! No. Thank. You. But I still have a week and a half to enjoy being 24. I feel like turning 25 means you are officially an adult and play times over. I'm not ready to grow up! I definitely don't have Michael Jackson Syndrome, but I don't want to give up my youth. So, guess what? I'm not going to.
And what's even better. In NYC, everybody over the age of 25 feels the exact same way I do! It's great! It's like an adult's playground here! A playground where irresponsibility can be blamed on a bad day at work, a heavy consumption of alcohol, or a tragic day where you and your credit card are best friends, but slowly turn into frenemies by the end of the day. Whatever the reason, no one questions it. They just go along with it! Heck, if this is the case, I'm never leaving! A place where excuses are made and your irresponsibilites are justified? Okay!
I get to sleep in today which is nice. Don't you hate it when you have dreams that keep you awake all night long? As much as you try and concentrate on them going away, it keeps you awake that much more! Especially the dreams that seem so real, you wake up and have to really think about it--considering whether or not it really did happen. So, although I get to sleep in, I didn't really get any sleep.
Work is good today. However, when I go to sit someone in a booth, don't ask if you can switch to a table. If I want to sit you at a table, I would. I swear if someone asks me one more time to switch to the opposite seating arrangement, I'm going to scream! Who cares? It's a freakin' table--the food is delicious, you get service with a smile, and you are treated like you're the King of France. Quit complaining! People don't really understand hostesses sit you based on a system. When you change your mind, you mess up our system. Not cool! So, to all of you inconsiderate restaurant-goers...if you want a table or booth, please specify. It's much easier to accommodate you before I take you to a table you decide you don't want.
So, I'm on Facebook tonight and a friend of mine posts a song title. Listen to the song here. It's so sad, but it's so good at the same time! Speaking of friends on Facebook. I think it's so funny when people request to be your friend, when you know they didn't like you in high school. Why do you want to be my friend now? The last time I saw you was probably four years ago. And I was your waitress, where you left me NO tip. Yeah, that's right. I remember things like that! You don't need to know anything about me. All you are is nosey. I don't care about you, so let's not pretend you actually care about what's going on in my life. When I hit, "Reject Friend Request," or whatever it says, don't take that as a hint to ask me again. Just smile and call me what you assume I am, and leave it at that! See you at our ten year reunion! ;) Okay, I know what my mother is thinking right now...honey, they don't have to assume... Thanks mom! I know! ;)
So, I'm watching Nightline and one headline talks about a "Mangagement ring!" I think it's a good idea! Why do the ladies have to wear something on their finger that says they are off the market, but men don't? Not fair! If I'm being taken off the market, not only should my ring be a three karat diamond, Harry Winston, square cut, with smaller diamonds surrounding it (not to get specific), but my man should also have a token of love to show everyone the women of his dreams has him snagged up! ;) Okay, I guess if I get the Harry Winston, he doesn't have to get a mangagement ring. But I just think it's funny this is a hot topic on Nightline!
Note to self: Is it normal that I am almost 25 years old, and men continue to play dating games? If it's normal, I want to be weird! Games are so funny. I know it's assumed to be a part of dating, but come on now. Everyone knows just as well as I do, that it's dumb and just unnecessary! So pointless! I'll admit...I am one of those who likes a challenge, and that's probably immaturity on my part, but maybe, just maybe...if a man would not play games, it would be more attractive to me. If you like someone. You like them. Don't make it a guessing game. Don't call me and leave a message sounding all happy. Then when I can't call you back for three hours, and you text me telling me you're in class, then not call me back. I don't know about you, but I don't know a school that goes until midnight. I'm already over you. Now that I'm typing this, I realize how ridiculous I sound, but I don't care. It's about time I find someone who is actually interested in me and wants to talk to me. I'm done playing games! I did that once before and it turned out Shitty McDitty! I'm a sore loser, so I don't want to lose anymore! I quit! ;) JK!
Well...as my birthday creeps closer, the less excited I get. I don't want to be 25!!! This means I'm almost 30!!! No. Thank. You. But I still have a week and a half to enjoy being 24. I feel like turning 25 means you are officially an adult and play times over. I'm not ready to grow up! I definitely don't have Michael Jackson Syndrome, but I don't want to give up my youth. So, guess what? I'm not going to.
And what's even better. In NYC, everybody over the age of 25 feels the exact same way I do! It's great! It's like an adult's playground here! A playground where irresponsibility can be blamed on a bad day at work, a heavy consumption of alcohol, or a tragic day where you and your credit card are best friends, but slowly turn into frenemies by the end of the day. Whatever the reason, no one questions it. They just go along with it! Heck, if this is the case, I'm never leaving! A place where excuses are made and your irresponsibilites are justified? Okay!
I get to sleep in today which is nice. Don't you hate it when you have dreams that keep you awake all night long? As much as you try and concentrate on them going away, it keeps you awake that much more! Especially the dreams that seem so real, you wake up and have to really think about it--considering whether or not it really did happen. So, although I get to sleep in, I didn't really get any sleep.
Work is good today. However, when I go to sit someone in a booth, don't ask if you can switch to a table. If I want to sit you at a table, I would. I swear if someone asks me one more time to switch to the opposite seating arrangement, I'm going to scream! Who cares? It's a freakin' table--the food is delicious, you get service with a smile, and you are treated like you're the King of France. Quit complaining! People don't really understand hostesses sit you based on a system. When you change your mind, you mess up our system. Not cool! So, to all of you inconsiderate restaurant-goers...if you want a table or booth, please specify. It's much easier to accommodate you before I take you to a table you decide you don't want.
So, I'm on Facebook tonight and a friend of mine posts a song title. Listen to the song here. It's so sad, but it's so good at the same time! Speaking of friends on Facebook. I think it's so funny when people request to be your friend, when you know they didn't like you in high school. Why do you want to be my friend now? The last time I saw you was probably four years ago. And I was your waitress, where you left me NO tip. Yeah, that's right. I remember things like that! You don't need to know anything about me. All you are is nosey. I don't care about you, so let's not pretend you actually care about what's going on in my life. When I hit, "Reject Friend Request," or whatever it says, don't take that as a hint to ask me again. Just smile and call me what you assume I am, and leave it at that! See you at our ten year reunion! ;) Okay, I know what my mother is thinking right now...honey, they don't have to assume... Thanks mom! I know! ;)
So, I'm watching Nightline and one headline talks about a "Mangagement ring!" I think it's a good idea! Why do the ladies have to wear something on their finger that says they are off the market, but men don't? Not fair! If I'm being taken off the market, not only should my ring be a three karat diamond, Harry Winston, square cut, with smaller diamonds surrounding it (not to get specific), but my man should also have a token of love to show everyone the women of his dreams has him snagged up! ;) Okay, I guess if I get the Harry Winston, he doesn't have to get a mangagement ring. But I just think it's funny this is a hot topic on Nightline!
Note to self: Is it normal that I am almost 25 years old, and men continue to play dating games? If it's normal, I want to be weird! Games are so funny. I know it's assumed to be a part of dating, but come on now. Everyone knows just as well as I do, that it's dumb and just unnecessary! So pointless! I'll admit...I am one of those who likes a challenge, and that's probably immaturity on my part, but maybe, just maybe...if a man would not play games, it would be more attractive to me. If you like someone. You like them. Don't make it a guessing game. Don't call me and leave a message sounding all happy. Then when I can't call you back for three hours, and you text me telling me you're in class, then not call me back. I don't know about you, but I don't know a school that goes until midnight. I'm already over you. Now that I'm typing this, I realize how ridiculous I sound, but I don't care. It's about time I find someone who is actually interested in me and wants to talk to me. I'm done playing games! I did that once before and it turned out Shitty McDitty! I'm a sore loser, so I don't want to lose anymore! I quit! ;) JK!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Day 60
November 5, 2009
It's day two on the internship today. Amazing! The Capital Grille--amazing! Work life is wonderful right now! I am tired of my wardrobe, though. So, as much as I don't want my birthday to be here in two weeks, I do, because you know what that means? Money! Which means...clothes! Yay!!!! I need to be more edgy! My style is more traditional and classic! I'm ready to push the style button and go more classicly, trendy! Only if dad would give me his credit card. Let's keep our fingers crossed! ;)
I hear a rather catchy pick-up line today. It goes: "You would be perfect for one of my friends! He is smart and handsome, just like me. ;) He only has two requirements for a girl 1.) She likes wine and 2.) She's a good kisser. I don't want to set him up with someone who doesn't fit, so we will probably need to go drink a lil' and make out for a little before I introduce you." Hahaha! Clever, huh? I think it's pretty funny!
Okay, so the weather here...too cold! It's getting closer to winter, which is making me quite upset! As you know, my blood is constantly set at like -25 degrees all the time anyway. Walking to and from work and home and out with friends is becoming less and less appealing. I'm considering hibernation for the winter.
At work, guess what I see? Two mullets! Yes! Just when I think I miss home...someone comes along and reminds me of my good 'ol Midwestern roots. Thank you to the gentlemen, dressed in suits, with two of the classiest mullets I have ever seen! I thought my mullet days were over. Never underestimate this city!
Good thing I get my news from Facebook. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of Fort Hood victims. This is what happens when you work from 10 a.m. until 11:30 p.m. You miss out on life's important information. What a tragedy! People are nuts!
Note to self: When you think of something to blog about, write it down. Your memory has a short attention span, so if you think of something funny, you better make a note because you know darn well you will not remember it later. It's irritating when you know you have funny stuff to tell, but you cannot remember what it is. Maybe you should just pay attention and learn to remember things. After all, you are a journalist. Isn't that your job? Goal one: Learn to pay more attention. Goal two: Learn how to focus. Goal three: Learn how to not be so scatter-brained. This three-step program should have me set for life!
It's day two on the internship today. Amazing! The Capital Grille--amazing! Work life is wonderful right now! I am tired of my wardrobe, though. So, as much as I don't want my birthday to be here in two weeks, I do, because you know what that means? Money! Which means...clothes! Yay!!!! I need to be more edgy! My style is more traditional and classic! I'm ready to push the style button and go more classicly, trendy! Only if dad would give me his credit card. Let's keep our fingers crossed! ;)
I hear a rather catchy pick-up line today. It goes: "You would be perfect for one of my friends! He is smart and handsome, just like me. ;) He only has two requirements for a girl 1.) She likes wine and 2.) She's a good kisser. I don't want to set him up with someone who doesn't fit, so we will probably need to go drink a lil' and make out for a little before I introduce you." Hahaha! Clever, huh? I think it's pretty funny!
Okay, so the weather here...too cold! It's getting closer to winter, which is making me quite upset! As you know, my blood is constantly set at like -25 degrees all the time anyway. Walking to and from work and home and out with friends is becoming less and less appealing. I'm considering hibernation for the winter.
At work, guess what I see? Two mullets! Yes! Just when I think I miss home...someone comes along and reminds me of my good 'ol Midwestern roots. Thank you to the gentlemen, dressed in suits, with two of the classiest mullets I have ever seen! I thought my mullet days were over. Never underestimate this city!
Good thing I get my news from Facebook. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of Fort Hood victims. This is what happens when you work from 10 a.m. until 11:30 p.m. You miss out on life's important information. What a tragedy! People are nuts!
Note to self: When you think of something to blog about, write it down. Your memory has a short attention span, so if you think of something funny, you better make a note because you know darn well you will not remember it later. It's irritating when you know you have funny stuff to tell, but you cannot remember what it is. Maybe you should just pay attention and learn to remember things. After all, you are a journalist. Isn't that your job? Goal one: Learn to pay more attention. Goal two: Learn how to focus. Goal three: Learn how to not be so scatter-brained. This three-step program should have me set for life!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Day 35
October 11, 2009
As I'm walking to my date this morning, I pass a street festival. I love this city and all of their street fairs! The streets are packed with people and the smell of food and spices surround you as you walk past. My date is at The MoMA. It's the Museum of Modern Art. I find it interesting; him, I don't think so much. =) In order to really enjoy modern art, I think you need to have a huge appreciation for art. I mean huge! It's very eccentric, wacky, and really just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But it's so fascinating!
One exhibit is a blank piece of construction paper, framed. That's it. If this tells you anything. I feel bad because I'm pretty sure he isn't diggin' it at all. I could be wrong, but the, "I could do without the painting and sculpture floor," comment kind of gave it away! ;) So, we leave and head to lunch. We go to a brewery where I have an interesting glass of beer. I'm not a fan of beer, but this one is infused with raspberries, pomegranate, and champagne. Sounds delicious? It is.
After the date, what better place to go than the street fair? They have so much stuff! Jewelry, clothing, food, the best fruit smoothie ever made! ;) I buy a beautiful scarf for the price of only $5! I love it! I'm one of the cheapest people alive, so places like this are right up my alley! I also make my first H&M purchase here in the city. That store is amazing! I buy a blazer for my job interview tomorrow! Again, please keep your fingers crossed! It's a second interview for the marketing company--tomorrow, I get to shadow an executive all day to see if I'd be a good fit! You bet I'm going to make myself be a good fit! I need a dang job! ;)
Congrats to the Yankees for making the Series! It's crazy here in the city! Sorry to my little brother who is a major Twins fan! I love A-Rod and he always gives me crap for it. Well, bro--thanks to him, the game got going! ;)
The rest of the day is spent relaxing and watching my favorite TV show: Brothers & Sisters. If you have never seen this show, watch it! They kind of remind me of my family! =) They are absolutely crazy, controlling, and opinionated. They drive you nuts, but in the end, they are always there for each other! And Kevin and Scotty, Rebecca and Justin--so cute in love! It's what I like to aspire to! More so like Rebecca and Justin just because that's the way I swing, but I think Scotty is so sweet! Tonight's episode is a total insight into what my family would do! It's great!
Note to self: Don't assume everyone in New York asks for your number because they "want to help you." When you go into a restaurant and the manager gives you his number and tells you to text him so he can "ask" around to his buddies for jobs, don't text him. He doesn't really want to help you. He just wants to hit on you. Which is obvious when he won't leave you alone! Why can't he be tall, dark, and handsome? Why does he have to be short, stubby, and bald? Damn! Everytime!
As I'm walking to my date this morning, I pass a street festival. I love this city and all of their street fairs! The streets are packed with people and the smell of food and spices surround you as you walk past. My date is at The MoMA. It's the Museum of Modern Art. I find it interesting; him, I don't think so much. =) In order to really enjoy modern art, I think you need to have a huge appreciation for art. I mean huge! It's very eccentric, wacky, and really just doesn't make a whole lot of sense. But it's so fascinating!
One exhibit is a blank piece of construction paper, framed. That's it. If this tells you anything. I feel bad because I'm pretty sure he isn't diggin' it at all. I could be wrong, but the, "I could do without the painting and sculpture floor," comment kind of gave it away! ;) So, we leave and head to lunch. We go to a brewery where I have an interesting glass of beer. I'm not a fan of beer, but this one is infused with raspberries, pomegranate, and champagne. Sounds delicious? It is.
After the date, what better place to go than the street fair? They have so much stuff! Jewelry, clothing, food, the best fruit smoothie ever made! ;) I buy a beautiful scarf for the price of only $5! I love it! I'm one of the cheapest people alive, so places like this are right up my alley! I also make my first H&M purchase here in the city. That store is amazing! I buy a blazer for my job interview tomorrow! Again, please keep your fingers crossed! It's a second interview for the marketing company--tomorrow, I get to shadow an executive all day to see if I'd be a good fit! You bet I'm going to make myself be a good fit! I need a dang job! ;)
Congrats to the Yankees for making the Series! It's crazy here in the city! Sorry to my little brother who is a major Twins fan! I love A-Rod and he always gives me crap for it. Well, bro--thanks to him, the game got going! ;)
The rest of the day is spent relaxing and watching my favorite TV show: Brothers & Sisters. If you have never seen this show, watch it! They kind of remind me of my family! =) They are absolutely crazy, controlling, and opinionated. They drive you nuts, but in the end, they are always there for each other! And Kevin and Scotty, Rebecca and Justin--so cute in love! It's what I like to aspire to! More so like Rebecca and Justin just because that's the way I swing, but I think Scotty is so sweet! Tonight's episode is a total insight into what my family would do! It's great!
Note to self: Don't assume everyone in New York asks for your number because they "want to help you." When you go into a restaurant and the manager gives you his number and tells you to text him so he can "ask" around to his buddies for jobs, don't text him. He doesn't really want to help you. He just wants to hit on you. Which is obvious when he won't leave you alone! Why can't he be tall, dark, and handsome? Why does he have to be short, stubby, and bald? Damn! Everytime!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Day 18
September 24, 2009
So, I wake up today, thinking it's going to be a great day! The sun is shining, the temperature is 80 degrees, I have my internship during the day, and a hot date tonight--how great is this? Well, I go down to get my usual cup of coffee and piece of fruit, complimentary of my building. There is no fruit--no problem. I'll go get a bagel.
On the walk to work, I try to find the best looking place for my delicious bagel. I pick a place, but am instantly getting bad vibes as I walk in. I only have five minutes to get to work, so I say heck with it. I ask for a whole-wheat bagel, with veggie cream cheese. I need to learn to sign language, or become multi-lingual because the idiot obviously does not understand me. He gives me plain cream cheese--gross! I don't like boring; I like exciting and different. Give me veggies in my cream cheese! Whatever...I'm late, so I don't want to mess with it.
The lady says, $1.90, so I hand her my card. She tells me there's a $5 minimum...okay, whatever--it's rediculous, right? So, I ask how much a cup of coffee is. "$1," she says. "But that's not going to be $5." Really? It's not? Because the last time I checked, 1+1=5. Man, I was off. I reply, "I know. I'm not done yet. How much are your cookies?" She says, "$1 a piece, but that won't put at $5 either." Hmm...so, I say sarcastically, because at this point, she is really ticking me off. "I know this, but I bet if I get more than one, it will equal $5, huh? How about 3? With everything, let me guess, it's going to equal $5.90 plus tax?" She does not like me, but I don't care. I know basic math--I'm not Albert Einstein, but she doesn't look like a walking text book either. Give me my food, so I can get out of here!
Good news! The girl at work I was telling you about; the one I don't like. She quit today! She e-mails my editor and says she can no longer fulfill her internship duties. I guess the copying and pasting, word for word, from major publications is too exhausting for her. Too bad all her hard work of clicking the mouse to do this is thrown out the window. She had such a bright future. ;)
I went on my first NYC date tonight. It was fun! I meet him at "Bar 9," in Hell's Kitchen. The atmosphere is chill with old couches, dim lighting, fringe curtains, and industrial-type lighting. The food and drinks are good too! I think we may be the youngest in the bar. Let me tell you, the guy is quite the looker. I walk up and he's wearing Seven Jeans and Lacoste polo--oh man, thank you Jesus! ;)
Guys are a little different on dates here, than back home--or maybe not. He is definately your man's man. There is a football game on, so he is completely interested in what I'm saying when it's commercials, but when the game is on, forget about it. Hmm...I don't know. Be into me, Mr. Greek God! Who cares about the football game? He does walk me home to ensure I am safe, so that was nice.
Note to self: Don't try and pull a skirt that is cinched at the bottom over your hips when you go to the bathroom. Take the time to unzip it. It will only cause the seams on the skirt to start tearing a bit. Then you are in trouble. Remember that hip size is always slightly larger than the size of your thigh. Then, when walking home, do not go an alternate route to avoid people noticing the almost complete rip, up the back of your skirt. It's better to be safe and have your cheeks playing peek-a-boo out of the back of your skirt, than getting lost in a sketchy neighborhood. To only then end up on a major traffic-route anyway. There goes the plan for that one.
So, I wake up today, thinking it's going to be a great day! The sun is shining, the temperature is 80 degrees, I have my internship during the day, and a hot date tonight--how great is this? Well, I go down to get my usual cup of coffee and piece of fruit, complimentary of my building. There is no fruit--no problem. I'll go get a bagel.
On the walk to work, I try to find the best looking place for my delicious bagel. I pick a place, but am instantly getting bad vibes as I walk in. I only have five minutes to get to work, so I say heck with it. I ask for a whole-wheat bagel, with veggie cream cheese. I need to learn to sign language, or become multi-lingual because the idiot obviously does not understand me. He gives me plain cream cheese--gross! I don't like boring; I like exciting and different. Give me veggies in my cream cheese! Whatever...I'm late, so I don't want to mess with it.
The lady says, $1.90, so I hand her my card. She tells me there's a $5 minimum...okay, whatever--it's rediculous, right? So, I ask how much a cup of coffee is. "$1," she says. "But that's not going to be $5." Really? It's not? Because the last time I checked, 1+1=5. Man, I was off. I reply, "I know. I'm not done yet. How much are your cookies?" She says, "$1 a piece, but that won't put at $5 either." Hmm...so, I say sarcastically, because at this point, she is really ticking me off. "I know this, but I bet if I get more than one, it will equal $5, huh? How about 3? With everything, let me guess, it's going to equal $5.90 plus tax?" She does not like me, but I don't care. I know basic math--I'm not Albert Einstein, but she doesn't look like a walking text book either. Give me my food, so I can get out of here!
Good news! The girl at work I was telling you about; the one I don't like. She quit today! She e-mails my editor and says she can no longer fulfill her internship duties. I guess the copying and pasting, word for word, from major publications is too exhausting for her. Too bad all her hard work of clicking the mouse to do this is thrown out the window. She had such a bright future. ;)
I went on my first NYC date tonight. It was fun! I meet him at "Bar 9," in Hell's Kitchen. The atmosphere is chill with old couches, dim lighting, fringe curtains, and industrial-type lighting. The food and drinks are good too! I think we may be the youngest in the bar. Let me tell you, the guy is quite the looker. I walk up and he's wearing Seven Jeans and Lacoste polo--oh man, thank you Jesus! ;)
Guys are a little different on dates here, than back home--or maybe not. He is definately your man's man. There is a football game on, so he is completely interested in what I'm saying when it's commercials, but when the game is on, forget about it. Hmm...I don't know. Be into me, Mr. Greek God! Who cares about the football game? He does walk me home to ensure I am safe, so that was nice.
Note to self: Don't try and pull a skirt that is cinched at the bottom over your hips when you go to the bathroom. Take the time to unzip it. It will only cause the seams on the skirt to start tearing a bit. Then you are in trouble. Remember that hip size is always slightly larger than the size of your thigh. Then, when walking home, do not go an alternate route to avoid people noticing the almost complete rip, up the back of your skirt. It's better to be safe and have your cheeks playing peek-a-boo out of the back of your skirt, than getting lost in a sketchy neighborhood. To only then end up on a major traffic-route anyway. There goes the plan for that one.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Day 11
September 17, 2009
I truly believe coffee is what holds New York City together in the morning. Without it, I think this place would go into mayhem. From 9 a.m. until about 11:30 a.m., about six different people ask me if I want coffee. Caffeine = function-ability, people. I grab a complimentary cup from my apartment before leaving for work--although more coffee would be nice, I don't need the extra caffeine. Those who know me are shaking their heads up and down right now, smiling. I know what you're thinking! ;)
You know what else baffles me, yet disgusts me at the same time? How a city, with so many smells, highlights just one: urine. It seems like everywhere I turn today I smell it. It must be the wind kindly blowing the stench in my face. Nothing says good morning like a fresh smelling dose of pee.
Work is great today. A girl that just irritates the hell out of me (and everyone else) is caught plagiarizing her story. Hmm...for someone who was an editor as a publishing company in London, wouldn't you think you would know the definition of this word? I learnt it in third grade. (Social studies assignment: we won't get into it.) All I'm saying is, next time you want to talk to me like I'm an idiot, check yourself, sister. I at least know journalism ethics.
I am finding so many affordable jewelry stores today, it's fabulous. I feel like I died and went to heaven. I don't have time to go in, but I jot down the names and addressed in my handy little notepad I carry with me. If you ever need to know the best place to get chocolate chip cookies, or see the largest U.S. Post Office you've ever seen, just ask me--I have all kinds of stuff in there.
You know how you've seen something 600 times and you tell yourself to make a mental note of where it's at? You actually think you're going to remember. You don't. I am walking around the same two-block radius, about three times because I swear on my life there's a Bank of America here. I lose hope when it comes time for circle number four. I did probably lose about ten pounds though!
Another calm night, but I'm okay with that. You know how long it's been since I've had "me time?" Probably about two years. It's nice to have, at least for a little while. Other than the fact I think my heat is broken. I have never curled up in so tight of a ball as I did last night. I think my leg hair grew ten inches last night. Not really, but I was freezing! It just likes to blow colder air. So, I'm going to go bundle up in my North Face, a scarf, and some pants, and call it a night. Talk to you tomorrow!
Note to self: You know the saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" Believe it. When you need something to happen in your life to tell a story, always be open for whatever is waiting. Like, getting stuck in your apartment's elevator; or being jammed together by two doors that do not seem to care you are trying to walk through them. Your wish may not always be what you expected, but after all, you are the one who "blew out the candles."
I truly believe coffee is what holds New York City together in the morning. Without it, I think this place would go into mayhem. From 9 a.m. until about 11:30 a.m., about six different people ask me if I want coffee. Caffeine = function-ability, people. I grab a complimentary cup from my apartment before leaving for work--although more coffee would be nice, I don't need the extra caffeine. Those who know me are shaking their heads up and down right now, smiling. I know what you're thinking! ;)
You know what else baffles me, yet disgusts me at the same time? How a city, with so many smells, highlights just one: urine. It seems like everywhere I turn today I smell it. It must be the wind kindly blowing the stench in my face. Nothing says good morning like a fresh smelling dose of pee.
Work is great today. A girl that just irritates the hell out of me (and everyone else) is caught plagiarizing her story. Hmm...for someone who was an editor as a publishing company in London, wouldn't you think you would know the definition of this word? I learnt it in third grade. (Social studies assignment: we won't get into it.) All I'm saying is, next time you want to talk to me like I'm an idiot, check yourself, sister. I at least know journalism ethics.
I am finding so many affordable jewelry stores today, it's fabulous. I feel like I died and went to heaven. I don't have time to go in, but I jot down the names and addressed in my handy little notepad I carry with me. If you ever need to know the best place to get chocolate chip cookies, or see the largest U.S. Post Office you've ever seen, just ask me--I have all kinds of stuff in there.
You know how you've seen something 600 times and you tell yourself to make a mental note of where it's at? You actually think you're going to remember. You don't. I am walking around the same two-block radius, about three times because I swear on my life there's a Bank of America here. I lose hope when it comes time for circle number four. I did probably lose about ten pounds though!
Another calm night, but I'm okay with that. You know how long it's been since I've had "me time?" Probably about two years. It's nice to have, at least for a little while. Other than the fact I think my heat is broken. I have never curled up in so tight of a ball as I did last night. I think my leg hair grew ten inches last night. Not really, but I was freezing! It just likes to blow colder air. So, I'm going to go bundle up in my North Face, a scarf, and some pants, and call it a night. Talk to you tomorrow!
Note to self: You know the saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" Believe it. When you need something to happen in your life to tell a story, always be open for whatever is waiting. Like, getting stuck in your apartment's elevator; or being jammed together by two doors that do not seem to care you are trying to walk through them. Your wish may not always be what you expected, but after all, you are the one who "blew out the candles."