Can't you feel the air getting colder? Wish me well, peeps. My 'rents are arriving tomorrow. I get so anxious when I think of them. Imagine Harry Potter and the rest of the Peanuts gang when they sense the Death Eaters arriving.
You may recall from an earlier post that my folks purchased their plane tickets and then asked me if it was alright to come visit. You also may recall that this weekend is my birthday and that my mom thought that their being here would be just want I wanted as my present. There's a reason I moved from 1244.10 miles away from them (you think I'm producing some arbitrary number? Ha, ha! That's the actual amount of miles from my apartment to their house).
I was, initially, going to take my parents to see a Broadway show. But which one? I considered what the two of them would sit through, what was actually good, what I would sit through, what I could afford, and what would be available for a Saturday night. Well, I tried to get tickets for The 39 Steps (brilliant show) and they didn't take my discount because it's not applicable for Saturday evening performances. I tried to get August: Osage County (I would see it a hundred times over) and they didn't have the section I wanted. I said no to The Seafarer, they wouldn't get it. I said no to The Farnsworth Invention, they wouldn't see past Hank Azaria's star power. I said no to Rock n Roll, they would want to leave during intermission. I said no to all musicals, just no for my sake!
Finally, a dear friend of mine mentioned that Joe Perry, you know, the lead guitarist from Aerosmith, would be playing at the Hard Rock on Saturday night and she thought that my parents would be interested, based on what I've told her about them. Hmmm? Interesting. So I call my parents.
me "Hey, dad? Would you and mom be interested in seeing Joe Perry in concert?"
dad "Hey, honey? Do you want to see Joe Perry in concert?"
mom "Do you mean I want to see Aerosmith? Yes!"
dad "No, just Joe Perry."
mom "Why is Joe Perry in a concert without Aerosmith?"
dad "I don't know. Do you want to go."
mom "Okay. Hopefully Steven Tyler will be there."
Is it just me, or can you feel it too?
Blurg.
2.29.2008
2.28.2008
alas, to die a sweet death
I have no self control. None. Notta. Nilch. When it come to eggies, that is.
Kansas opened up her stash and offered some to me on a recent afternoon. I've been offered the little chocolate destructions by IPJ and Isaac as well. I keep walking into Duane Reades all over town just to walk to the candy aisle so I can stand in front of Cadbury section staring blankly at the multitudes of stocked goods. A puddle of drool suddenly appears on the floor before my feet. I'm like the female Homer Simpson in those moments. I grab a bag, then put it back, then walk to another aisle, sometimes hair supplies or sometimes cold medications, but I always come back to my eggies for one list mental coma before I realize that I only have 3 minutes left in my lunch break before I have to go back to work. I panic due to the time constraint. I consider shoveling the entire store supply into my arms, but then I am slightly worried that someone I know, who doesn't realize the extent of my addiction, might see me with 50 bags of eggies. What do I say then? I don't want to end up as one of those little old ladies who's neighbors find her dead in her apartment, 4 days after her body has began to compose, buried in a mound of empty bags of Cadbury, with solidified chocolate residue on her hands and face.
Well, as long as they don't find me with 20 cats, then I'd be okay with death by chocolate.
Kansas opened up her stash and offered some to me on a recent afternoon. I've been offered the little chocolate destructions by IPJ and Isaac as well. I keep walking into Duane Reades all over town just to walk to the candy aisle so I can stand in front of Cadbury section staring blankly at the multitudes of stocked goods. A puddle of drool suddenly appears on the floor before my feet. I'm like the female Homer Simpson in those moments. I grab a bag, then put it back, then walk to another aisle, sometimes hair supplies or sometimes cold medications, but I always come back to my eggies for one list mental coma before I realize that I only have 3 minutes left in my lunch break before I have to go back to work. I panic due to the time constraint. I consider shoveling the entire store supply into my arms, but then I am slightly worried that someone I know, who doesn't realize the extent of my addiction, might see me with 50 bags of eggies. What do I say then? I don't want to end up as one of those little old ladies who's neighbors find her dead in her apartment, 4 days after her body has began to compose, buried in a mound of empty bags of Cadbury, with solidified chocolate residue on her hands and face.
Well, as long as they don't find me with 20 cats, then I'd be okay with death by chocolate.
back in the game
Tonight, was the first night of the rest of my life (sounds so cheesy but it applies). I began my work on my dear friend Jessica's cabaret/senior thesis project/Disney extravaganza. I am the stage manager, assistant director, and overall cabaret bitch. It is a role I am familiar with because I am also Isaac's assistant and over all ticket bitch. Hmmm. Pattern? Can I put that on my resume?
Anyway, it feels great to be working on something creative. I acted in a couple of small projects a year ago. I see lots of creative things but because of school and work I don't often get to be apart of projects. I know that I have the opportunity to make my own work, but I am hoping that I will more free time to dedicate to my theatre once I graduate. In the mean time, I'll keep you posted of any good musical theatre stories that may arise.
Anyway, it feels great to be working on something creative. I acted in a couple of small projects a year ago. I see lots of creative things but because of school and work I don't often get to be apart of projects. I know that I have the opportunity to make my own work, but I am hoping that I will more free time to dedicate to my theatre once I graduate. In the mean time, I'll keep you posted of any good musical theatre stories that may arise.
2.24.2008
having another round on the house
Friday night I spent some time with my dear friends Jessica and Dori, who are so much fun to hang out with. One round of Magners at the Irish pub lead to a round of Apple Pucker shots which led to another round of Magners. By the end of the evening, which went by waaaaaay to fast, we had two rounds of shots and I'm pretty sure 4 rounds of ciders.
Other high (or low) lights of the evening included a drunk guy who tried to hit on one of us and when that didn't come to fruition tried to hit on the other two, 2/3 of us trying to get the attention of a guy we've dubbed O'Hottie, the dastardly work of one young lady trying to convince this old lady to go to the Catskills in the summer, talk of someone's upcoming show, and Jessica saying the phrase "hake sake" with chopping hand motions (which at the time was hysterical), in reference to a Japanese place she thinks I should try, because she couldn't remember the word hibachi. Anyway, school has been, um, interesting (to choose a bland and non-incriminating word) and I needed to blow off some extra energy that caught up with me in the day. Therefore the 6+ rounds of drinks were considered an educational expense.
Other high (or low) lights of the evening included a drunk guy who tried to hit on one of us and when that didn't come to fruition tried to hit on the other two, 2/3 of us trying to get the attention of a guy we've dubbed O'Hottie, the dastardly work of one young lady trying to convince this old lady to go to the Catskills in the summer, talk of someone's upcoming show, and Jessica saying the phrase "hake sake" with chopping hand motions (which at the time was hysterical), in reference to a Japanese place she thinks I should try, because she couldn't remember the word hibachi. Anyway, school has been, um, interesting (to choose a bland and non-incriminating word) and I needed to blow off some extra energy that caught up with me in the day. Therefore the 6+ rounds of drinks were considered an educational expense.
2.22.2008
alter blogger
Just as a disclaimer, I want to inform the world that I am keeping another blog. Nope, I'm not cheating on this blog, I just have another one on the side that I am open about (that doesn't make it sound any better, but it's the truth).
Anyway, it's written from the point of view from a drunk, drugged-out, sex-crazed, manic depressive, single New Yorker who can't get her life together. I thought it would be something fun for me to write as I have several writing-for-the-hell-of-it projects I am undertaking. You know, just to test out a character. If you are so inclined to read it, it is listed under the "my distractions" section of this blog as "confessions of a souse."
So, just for the record... I am not dating 40 people, I have not been arrested for possession of a controlled substance, and I don't watch internet porn (much). Like my 12th grade drama teacher used to say to me, "It's not you, it's your character."
Anyway, it's written from the point of view from a drunk, drugged-out, sex-crazed, manic depressive, single New Yorker who can't get her life together. I thought it would be something fun for me to write as I have several writing-for-the-hell-of-it projects I am undertaking. You know, just to test out a character. If you are so inclined to read it, it is listed under the "my distractions" section of this blog as "confessions of a souse."
So, just for the record... I am not dating 40 people, I have not been arrested for possession of a controlled substance, and I don't watch internet porn (much). Like my 12th grade drama teacher used to say to me, "It's not you, it's your character."
2.19.2008
props to me
I (should) feel so lucky (in love) to have been written about or personally mentioned in two, count 'em, TWO blogs today. MNS and Isaac, to be exact. My horoscope didn't give me high marks for love, wellness or emotions today. Feels good to prove it wrong.
2.15.2008
omg, what am I going to do now?
This event is going to shut the entire city down. Well, at least I know that I'll be running around the city like a chicken with my head cut off because of this. Yeah, it's only going to happen for 3 hours, but it will be the longest 3 hours of my life.
2.14.2008
a not-so-special v-day story
When I first moved to NYC I spent my first v-day alone. My roommates all had dates and I decided that I didn't want to stay at home pouting. So, I went to dinner at the Moondance Diner (no longer there) and to The Screening Room (now the Tribeca Cinemas) to see The Shop Around the Corner (staring Jimmy Stewart) because I love You've Got Mail (which is the remake of Shop...).
Well, dinner was fine, I think. I really don't remember what I ate. I only remember thinking about an ex-boyfriend of mine and writing him this really stupid "here's what I'm doing in New York, and oh, by the way, I really miss you right now" letter while waiting for my food. I never sent the letter. I loved the movie, but it was so awkward because I was the ONLY single person in the room. I remember this clearly because I was the only person who was not making sucking sounds in theater. There is a reason why most people who are single stay at home during v-day and I learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway, I came home to no love letters, no calls (and no, the one from my mother doesn't count). One is the loneliest number, as the song goes.
The End.
Well, dinner was fine, I think. I really don't remember what I ate. I only remember thinking about an ex-boyfriend of mine and writing him this really stupid "here's what I'm doing in New York, and oh, by the way, I really miss you right now" letter while waiting for my food. I never sent the letter. I loved the movie, but it was so awkward because I was the ONLY single person in the room. I remember this clearly because I was the only person who was not making sucking sounds in theater. There is a reason why most people who are single stay at home during v-day and I learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway, I came home to no love letters, no calls (and no, the one from my mother doesn't count). One is the loneliest number, as the song goes.
The End.
2.13.2008
chocolate that makes a difference
As much as my friend Mary loves Disney, I love Hershey half as much. Which is still quite a bit. I have an amazing memory of my parents driving us to Hershey, PA when I was about 10 years old. It's amazing because I remember the smell more than I remember anything else. I don't remember if we drove around the town and we certainly didn't go on the factory tour, but we did go to the gift shop that was located near the factory and I can remember the distinct smell of Hershey chocolate in the air. It was equivalent to walking into a florist's shop and smelling roses everywhere. I also remember thinking (and I still do think this) that it must be wonderful to live in Hershey, PA because chocolate is the eu de perfume of the town.
Anyway, today I had an experience with the Hershey company that only strengthens my love for the company. Yesterday I bought an 8-pack of individually wrapped Reese's cups that was on sale for $.88 at the drug store. Besides being a smart financial decision I also began my period the night before so I needed my drugs. Along with an 8-pack of individually wrapped Hershey's Special Dark and an 8-pack of individually wrapped 3 Musketeers (which were also on sale) I brought them to work so I may further my reputation of being benevolent. Modest, aren't I?
To make a long story even longer, one of the individually wrapped Reese's cups was unwrapped and discovered to have some sort of chocolate mold (as elegantly described by Kansas). It was white and bubble like. It was suspect. However, I ate the cup because I love chocolate and peanut butter more than my own life. Mary and Kansas opened up cups the next day only to discover the chocolate mold. They love their lives more than me.
Today, IPJ was dismayed over the fact that less than 2 feet away from him were a pack of Reese's cups that he shouldn't have because of their condition. I wondered why their wasn't an expiration date on the package. We noticed that there was a Hershey hotline for questions and comments on the package. IPJ said that someone should call to complain about the product before him. That someone was me.
To make a long story short, I called, I found out about the secret expiration code/date thingy on the package, and was able to get a $1.00 Hershey coupon as a reimbursement. And the customer services rep was so nice and calm and helpful and I thanked her at least 5 times for being great, because she was and because I like it when someone thanks me for being nice to them.
Anyway, the point of the story is that despite Hershey being a really big company, I still support them because they have such nice people working for them. I'm sure you have no reason not to be nice when chocolate is the issue. Umm, what else? Chocolate makes the world go-round? Sure. The way to my heart is through a Hershey bar? Definatly. Being nice matters? Yes, because then I have more reason to be nice to others. Especially when I'm hopped up on chocolate.
Anyway, today I had an experience with the Hershey company that only strengthens my love for the company. Yesterday I bought an 8-pack of individually wrapped Reese's cups that was on sale for $.88 at the drug store. Besides being a smart financial decision I also began my period the night before so I needed my drugs. Along with an 8-pack of individually wrapped Hershey's Special Dark and an 8-pack of individually wrapped 3 Musketeers (which were also on sale) I brought them to work so I may further my reputation of being benevolent. Modest, aren't I?
To make a long story even longer, one of the individually wrapped Reese's cups was unwrapped and discovered to have some sort of chocolate mold (as elegantly described by Kansas). It was white and bubble like. It was suspect. However, I ate the cup because I love chocolate and peanut butter more than my own life. Mary and Kansas opened up cups the next day only to discover the chocolate mold. They love their lives more than me.
Today, IPJ was dismayed over the fact that less than 2 feet away from him were a pack of Reese's cups that he shouldn't have because of their condition. I wondered why their wasn't an expiration date on the package. We noticed that there was a Hershey hotline for questions and comments on the package. IPJ said that someone should call to complain about the product before him. That someone was me.
To make a long story short, I called, I found out about the secret expiration code/date thingy on the package, and was able to get a $1.00 Hershey coupon as a reimbursement. And the customer services rep was so nice and calm and helpful and I thanked her at least 5 times for being great, because she was and because I like it when someone thanks me for being nice to them.
Anyway, the point of the story is that despite Hershey being a really big company, I still support them because they have such nice people working for them. I'm sure you have no reason not to be nice when chocolate is the issue. Umm, what else? Chocolate makes the world go-round? Sure. The way to my heart is through a Hershey bar? Definatly. Being nice matters? Yes, because then I have more reason to be nice to others. Especially when I'm hopped up on chocolate.
2.12.2008
run, run, get around
Boy, when Isaac says that I "sure do get around town" he now has proof.
Isaac said that he and IPJ saw that van and they had to take a picture for posterity. Isn't that sweet. They either love me alot or they think I'm stalking them.
Isaac said that he and IPJ saw that van and they had to take a picture for posterity. Isn't that sweet. They either love me alot or they think I'm stalking them.
to-day's i-did's
Today I (in no particular order)...
...spent more time organizing my list of cupcake bakeries/eateries, that the cupcake squad has to visit, than I did doing my homework.
...bought a big box of tampons and came to work to discover that I already have a huge box of tampons. Overkill.
...rsvp'ed for breakfast, a dress rehearsal, and a dinner date, but not all on the same day.
...slept until 9, showered until 10, but all of that was interrupted by the construction in the apartment next door that started at the butt-crack of dawn and the disruption of a continuous flow of hot water.
...walked everywhere very slowly and carefully, because last night's open vinyasa class kicked my ass.
...enjoyed the snow in Times Square for about 30 seconds. It's nice to be nostalgic and all, but I can't take the crowds for long periods of time.
...spent more time organizing my list of cupcake bakeries/eateries, that the cupcake squad has to visit, than I did doing my homework.
...bought a big box of tampons and came to work to discover that I already have a huge box of tampons. Overkill.
...rsvp'ed for breakfast, a dress rehearsal, and a dinner date, but not all on the same day.
...slept until 9, showered until 10, but all of that was interrupted by the construction in the apartment next door that started at the butt-crack of dawn and the disruption of a continuous flow of hot water.
...walked everywhere very slowly and carefully, because last night's open vinyasa class kicked my ass.
...enjoyed the snow in Times Square for about 30 seconds. It's nice to be nostalgic and all, but I can't take the crowds for long periods of time.
2.06.2008
I read this one correctly this time
Seems like I'm on a roll with posting about news articles and their headlines these days. Check this one out. The title of this news article simply states, "Marriage: It's Only Going to Get Worse." Reading that title makes me think of the following:
1. Oh, that's not bleak sounding.
2. And this is what same-sex couples are fighting for?
3. They totally lifted the title of my new novel.
4. Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1. Oh, that's not bleak sounding.
2. And this is what same-sex couples are fighting for?
3. They totally lifted the title of my new novel.
4. Ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2.04.2008
opps, I read it (wrong) again
Please click on this to read an important article about chemicals found in baby shampoos and powders that may lead to possible reproductive problems.
When I saw the article I thought the title said, "study warns of chemicals in baby." I was going to do the nice thing by warning all of you that babies were emitting dangerous chemicals and to stay away from them for your health.
When I saw the article I thought the title said, "study warns of chemicals in baby." I was going to do the nice thing by warning all of you that babies were emitting dangerous chemicals and to stay away from them for your health.
2.03.2008
because I feel a pattern comming on...
I am, yet again, inspired by MSN's eye post to write about my own eye doctor experience.
When I realized that I could no longer claim that I was a dual resident of New York and Florida (which allowed me to keep a Florida license with a New York address on it), I decided that it was time to switch my driver's license over to an official New York State License, while changing all of my offical documents, when I changed my last name after I married. I have a history of bad experiences at the DMV and I figured that obtaining a New York license would be a worse event then all of my previous experiences at the Florida DMV combined (as a side note, let me just say that the last time I was at the Florida DMV the person, if you would call that monster a person, who was attending me made me cry). To try to circumvent any problem that may arise, I decided to get an eye exam and have the optometrist fill out the necessary paperwork that would get me through DMV hell one second faster.
At the optometrist' s office, which was at the Costco that's near my house, btw, because it was close to my home and they took my insurance, they checked my right eye, then my left. Then the doctor said something about "where you ever told as a child that you had a lazy eye?" What? Then I received some eye drops that dilated my pupils. I had to wait 30 minutes before the doctor could see me again. I figured in advance that I would have to wait for my initial appointment like all other doctors offices so I brought my latest Harry Potter book to read in the waiting room. Can you imagine my disappointment when I couldn't read Harry Potter with dilated pupils? So, I ended up walking around Costco for 30 minutes trying to kill time and not bump into the extra large shopping carts filled with wholesale goodness.
The End.
When I realized that I could no longer claim that I was a dual resident of New York and Florida (which allowed me to keep a Florida license with a New York address on it), I decided that it was time to switch my driver's license over to an official New York State License, while changing all of my offical documents, when I changed my last name after I married. I have a history of bad experiences at the DMV and I figured that obtaining a New York license would be a worse event then all of my previous experiences at the Florida DMV combined (as a side note, let me just say that the last time I was at the Florida DMV the person, if you would call that monster a person, who was attending me made me cry). To try to circumvent any problem that may arise, I decided to get an eye exam and have the optometrist fill out the necessary paperwork that would get me through DMV hell one second faster.
At the optometrist' s office, which was at the Costco that's near my house, btw, because it was close to my home and they took my insurance, they checked my right eye, then my left. Then the doctor said something about "where you ever told as a child that you had a lazy eye?" What? Then I received some eye drops that dilated my pupils. I had to wait 30 minutes before the doctor could see me again. I figured in advance that I would have to wait for my initial appointment like all other doctors offices so I brought my latest Harry Potter book to read in the waiting room. Can you imagine my disappointment when I couldn't read Harry Potter with dilated pupils? So, I ended up walking around Costco for 30 minutes trying to kill time and not bump into the extra large shopping carts filled with wholesale goodness.
The End.
you know things are bad when...
...you don't realize what day it is. I could have sworn today was Saturday despite me working in the box office with out Isaac, despite the earlier shows at the theater and despite today being Super Bowl SUNDAY!
...you feel like you got a lot done when in fact you got nothing done.
...a whole family size bag of Reese's Pieces is not enough (because it never is).
...one of your professors hasn't assigned reading, ordered textbooks, activated the online classroom community, is in the middle of her 2nd trimester and it's only the first week of the semester.
...you're trying to impress on someone that they need to try new tactics in order to overcome their obstacles and you don't mean it in acting terms.
...your horoscope says that you will experience a big surge in love and creativity but in reality your day has been bone dry in both areas.
...you feel like you got a lot done when in fact you got nothing done.
...a whole family size bag of Reese's Pieces is not enough (because it never is).
...one of your professors hasn't assigned reading, ordered textbooks, activated the online classroom community, is in the middle of her 2nd trimester and it's only the first week of the semester.
...you're trying to impress on someone that they need to try new tactics in order to overcome their obstacles and you don't mean it in acting terms.
...your horoscope says that you will experience a big surge in love and creativity but in reality your day has been bone dry in both areas.
2.01.2008
a cupcake does not a lunch make
Or does it? Hmmmm.
Today I found myself making a trip to Two Little Red Hens on the UES to take a picture of a cupcake for the cupcake blog. Fine,... I found myself going to the UES to EAT a cupcake so as not to be too conspicuous that I was taking a picture for the cupcake blog. Yummy. Never mind that I should have gone directly to school to do homework, not stop at "go" and not collect my $200. My $200 was a Yorkville Cream cupcake. It was a vanilla cake with chocolate ganash frosting, chocolate shavings and a shot of pastry cream in the middle. I'm really digging the little suckers with the sweet suprise in the middle. Of course I had some coffee to wash out any chocoalte left on my chompers. As pentance for eating nothing but a cupcake for lunch, I walked the 18 blocks and 2 avenues from the bakery to school which is in addition to the 1 1/2 hours of yoga I'll be doing later tonight.
However, it was and is worth that cupcake. I'm using food right now to substitute for something else in my life. That's right, you guessed it.... bordom. I'm not feeling much of anything right now and eating a cupcake seems, I don't know.... reasonable? sane? comforting? what you would do? Perhaps all of the above. Perhaps not of it. All I know it that after eating that cupcake I didn't feel guilty or disgusted or elated. I just didn't feel anything. Not even a sugar rush, which is what I want (metaphorically, spiritually, and/or psychologically speaking).
By the way.... please disregard any spelling errors on this posting. The spell check on blogspot seems not to be working for me. I have to wait to get to a computer that has a wordprocessor program so I can correct any and all errors that make me look as if I never passed 5th grade.
*after some consideration and a verbal comment from IPJ, I am going to leave all misspellings in this post. It's funnier that way.
Today I found myself making a trip to Two Little Red Hens on the UES to take a picture of a cupcake for the cupcake blog. Fine,... I found myself going to the UES to EAT a cupcake so as not to be too conspicuous that I was taking a picture for the cupcake blog. Yummy. Never mind that I should have gone directly to school to do homework, not stop at "go" and not collect my $200. My $200 was a Yorkville Cream cupcake. It was a vanilla cake with chocolate ganash frosting, chocolate shavings and a shot of pastry cream in the middle. I'm really digging the little suckers with the sweet suprise in the middle. Of course I had some coffee to wash out any chocoalte left on my chompers. As pentance for eating nothing but a cupcake for lunch, I walked the 18 blocks and 2 avenues from the bakery to school which is in addition to the 1 1/2 hours of yoga I'll be doing later tonight.
However, it was and is worth that cupcake. I'm using food right now to substitute for something else in my life. That's right, you guessed it.... bordom. I'm not feeling much of anything right now and eating a cupcake seems, I don't know.... reasonable? sane? comforting? what you would do? Perhaps all of the above. Perhaps not of it. All I know it that after eating that cupcake I didn't feel guilty or disgusted or elated. I just didn't feel anything. Not even a sugar rush, which is what I want (metaphorically, spiritually, and/or psychologically speaking).
By the way.... please disregard any spelling errors on this posting. The spell check on blogspot seems not to be working for me. I have to wait to get to a computer that has a wordprocessor program so I can correct any and all errors that make me look as if I never passed 5th grade.
*after some consideration and a verbal comment from IPJ, I am going to leave all misspellings in this post. It's funnier that way.
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