So, I'm like in New York City and yes, I allow you to be jealous. It's 8 am in the Big Apple and I just scarfed down some fruit and caffeine free Diet Coke (my sister hates reading labels. . . I'll have to go pick up the fully leaded stuff at lunch I suppose) while watching a parade of school busses stroll down 49th Street. Not a bad life, I must say.
This blessed break from reality chases the heels of months of torture- overtime. Overtime in the game industry isn't a suprise, it's expected. . . Like dental visits, taxes, or if you're lucky - jury duty. (I just got THAT blessed notice a couple weeks ago. So I'm to expect my jury servece sometime between October and December. Lucky me.) I digress.
Yesterday, my sister and I just walked the streets of New York City and I sucked it all in, the buildings, the people, the flower markets, the sickening smells of garbage, honking, outdoor dining, business suits and taxis everywhere. I must say, I don't mind the business suits at all. . . Quite delish in fact. I found myself humming a lot.
So, whenever my friends and I would see a hot man, we'd think to ourselves "Self, what a great gift my eyes just received for that brief moment when they were blessed with a vision of handsome-ness. It's like a holiday. A great one in fact" and in lieu of saying that mouthfull, we'd just say outloud "Merry Christmas!" to alert each other of the prescence of beauty in the nearby vicinity. This "Merry Christmas" has since been replaced with "Christmas Time Time!", to a jaunty tune made up by my nephew when he was four (for a great time, you should listen to his riviting rendition of "Dinosaur Saur"). Anyway, there are a lot of "Christmas Time Time"'s in New York City, it made for a fabulous walk about town. You should try it, people look at you funny when you burst into song. Good times. Good times.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
So Old-fashioned, I know.
Ok, since I last checked into the mother ship, I’ve done quite a few things. I spent some time with my family at a beach house in Neskowin, Oregon where we made a most stellar sand castle, I dove into the barely above freezing water to be a good big sister, and walked a ton. Since then, I’ve spent just about every waking moment at work, pulling crazy 80+ hour weeks. . . Oddly enough, and I’ve actually had time for dates this week. Ok, one and a half. The other will be happening tomorrow.
And herein lies the beef.
I just want to put this out there. You see, I’ve dated for over half my life and yes, the protocol has changed, I recognize that. Now, the guy doesn’t have to come into my living room to meet my dad before he takes me to miniature golf and milkshakes. In fact, if it’s a first date, I don’t usually even let him pick me up. We meet somewhere public (especially if it’s a blind date) just for safty. Now, I don’t receive a phone call on Wednesday asking me out for Friday. Instead, I get a text message on Monday asking me out on Tuesday. When did Tuesday become a date night? It’s fine, I’m cool like that.
Not that I mind texts. They’re fun for the occasional flirt and “Be there in 5 min” kind of thing. But when a guy asks for your number so he can text you? C’mon. The word “telephone” means “transmitting speech sounds over a distance”, not “avoiding actual contact with a person before it’s absolutely necessary”. (On a side note, this 87 emails before you meet when you live 15 minutes away thing is ridiculous. You’ve built this huge thing up in your mind only to meet a totally un-stellar, perfectly normal, one-pant leg at a time person sitting across from you at the booth at Denny’s.)
But am I so archaic in my thought process here? When a guy asks me out on Tuesday for a date on Friday, am I wrong in assuming he’ll have some sort of plan? I’ve had some dates who had every moment planned out. They even offered to order for me at a restaurant with food I couldn’t pronounce. That was kind of cool. I felt very taken care of. I’ve also had dates who didn’t have a plan cemented in stone, but have several options thought out and that was great. They gave me choices, obviously keeping in mind that I had an opinion too. But the ones who pick me up and say “where do you want to go?” just make me want to belt them in the gut. . . Especially when they’ve had several days to think about it.
Girls like to know they’re on someone’s mind and that’s evident if you start the date with some sort of plan. . . . ESPECIALLY THE FIRST DATE! Show that you have some backbone man! Take her to a place you really like and know so that you feel comfortable there! Don’t expect her to make all the decisions! Do you know how long it took her to choose that top and those shoes that you’re probably not even noticing in the first place?
Holy freakin’ cow.
And herein lies the beef.
I just want to put this out there. You see, I’ve dated for over half my life and yes, the protocol has changed, I recognize that. Now, the guy doesn’t have to come into my living room to meet my dad before he takes me to miniature golf and milkshakes. In fact, if it’s a first date, I don’t usually even let him pick me up. We meet somewhere public (especially if it’s a blind date) just for safty. Now, I don’t receive a phone call on Wednesday asking me out for Friday. Instead, I get a text message on Monday asking me out on Tuesday. When did Tuesday become a date night? It’s fine, I’m cool like that.
Not that I mind texts. They’re fun for the occasional flirt and “Be there in 5 min” kind of thing. But when a guy asks for your number so he can text you? C’mon. The word “telephone” means “transmitting speech sounds over a distance”, not “avoiding actual contact with a person before it’s absolutely necessary”. (On a side note, this 87 emails before you meet when you live 15 minutes away thing is ridiculous. You’ve built this huge thing up in your mind only to meet a totally un-stellar, perfectly normal, one-pant leg at a time person sitting across from you at the booth at Denny’s.)
But am I so archaic in my thought process here? When a guy asks me out on Tuesday for a date on Friday, am I wrong in assuming he’ll have some sort of plan? I’ve had some dates who had every moment planned out. They even offered to order for me at a restaurant with food I couldn’t pronounce. That was kind of cool. I felt very taken care of. I’ve also had dates who didn’t have a plan cemented in stone, but have several options thought out and that was great. They gave me choices, obviously keeping in mind that I had an opinion too. But the ones who pick me up and say “where do you want to go?” just make me want to belt them in the gut. . . Especially when they’ve had several days to think about it.
Girls like to know they’re on someone’s mind and that’s evident if you start the date with some sort of plan. . . . ESPECIALLY THE FIRST DATE! Show that you have some backbone man! Take her to a place you really like and know so that you feel comfortable there! Don’t expect her to make all the decisions! Do you know how long it took her to choose that top and those shoes that you’re probably not even noticing in the first place?
Holy freakin’ cow.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Misse Beverly Dout
So my friend Martha and I were IMing and talking about a guy I had been interested in who recently mentioned his girlfriend to me. I IMed something like “his loss” and she typed back “Yeah, he misse dout”.
From that mistype sprang an effusion of imagination. We decided that his girlfriend’s name was indeed Misse Dout and we came up with her bio. I’ll share some choice moments.
That's hilarious. Misse Beverly Dout. . . And she has red hair.
AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FRECKLES
HER HAIR IS UNRULY, KINKY, NOT CURLY
Yeah, and she's got poo colored eyes.
YEAH, AND SHE ALWAYS WEARS EMERALD GREEN BECAUSE IN SOME TIME SPACE CONTINUUM, SOMEONE TOLD HER REDHEADS NEED TO WEAR EMERALD GREEN/JEWEL TONES.
And she wears really light blue jeans a la 1995
YES! AND SHE FOLDS THE BOTTOMS AND WEARS WHITE KEDS THAT SHE BLEACHES EVERY SATURDAY
And has a weird laugh. Not cute, just weird.
YEAH, NOT ONE YOU CAN GET USED TO.
It takes you off guard and she laughs at inopportune and awkward times.
YOU JUMP OUT OF YOUR CHAIR BECAUSE SHE CACKLES WHEN THINGS ARE TOO QUIET FOR HER. HAVE YOU SEEN HER NOSE?
Not only freckly but huge! And all red and swollen because of allergies. She's allergic to his deodorant.
BUT SHE WON'T TELL HIM BECAUSE SHE IS AFRAID HE WILL LEAVE HER JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
Yeah. She also won't ever let him in her room because of her Cabbage Patch Doll collection.
AND HER BARBIE DOLL HOUSE
And the rainbow kite hanging from the ceiling.
AND HER WEAVING LOOM. SHE IS MAKING HIM A RAG POTHOLDER FOR CHRISTMAS
With his initials.
YES, SHE WON THE WEAVING LOOM CHAMPIONSHIP IN 4TH GRADE
She still has the ribbon up on her vanity next to her photograph she took with Kirk Cameron during a "Left Behind" DVD signing.
YEAH, AND SHE KNOWS THE DVD WORD FOR WORD
Yep. She watches that and the He Man movie in tandem every Saturday.
WHILE HER KEDS ARE BLEACHING
Yes, during her weaving time.
SHE OWNS STOCK IN HOBBY LOBBY AND ROBERTS CRAFT
She's already made her wedding dress and practices writing her name in her diary with a lock and a unicorn on the cover.
IS SHE HYPHENATING?
She's practicing both versions. Still deciding.
IF I HAD A LAST NAME LIKE DOUT- I WOULD DEFINITELY HYPHENATE LOL. I DON'T HATE HER COMPLETELY. JUST DON'T MAKE ME HANG OUT WITH HER
ever
SHE USES HAND SANITIZER LIKE LOTION
She always smells sterile.
And names her plants.
EUNICE AND BEATRICE DOUT. SHE GIVES THEM HER LAST NAME
Don't forget Fergie Dout
Named after Princess Sarah
OH, YEAH, FERGIE IS NEW. SHE IS OBSESSED WITH BRITISH ROYALTY
She's made their action figures out of Barbie and Ken dolls.
SHE TRAVELED TO BRITAIN ONCE AND JUST HUNG OUT OUTSIDE OF BUCKINGHAM PALACE. WITH HER BAD TEETH PEOPLE THOUGHT SHE WAS A LOCAL
She bought a royal guard hat at Epcot and wore it on her trip.
ALONG WITH HER PRINCE HARRY T-SHIRT THAT SHE MADE WITH T-SHIRT IRON ONS AND TRIED TO SELL ON EBAY, BUT NO ONE WAS THAT INTERESTED IN HARRY. THEY WANTED WILLIAM
True. She has a William purse.
BUT SHE HAS A THING FOR REDHEADS SINCE SHE IS ONE. AND SHE DRIVES A BEAT UP GEO PRISM IN PURPLE BUT THE PASSENGER DOOR IS GREEN
With a Garfield in the back window and her license plate says "ETURNL"
WITH A LICENSE PLATE FRAME THAT READS: "RULDS2?"
She's part of the Wednesday night sewing club
YES SHE LIKES TO BE INVOLVED
She's also making a recipe book just so she can get her recipes out.
AGAIN- THE ONLY ONE CONTRIBUTING
She's very proud of her "Angel-ed eggs" which are really deviled eggs but she changed the name.
SHE DOESN'T PLAN TO MOVE OUT OF HER PARENTS HOUSE UNTIL SHE MOVES IN TO HER HUSBAND'S
She has all the names of her six children picked out and written inside the cover of "Emma"
AND SHE MAKES "BETTER THAN SEX CAKE" BUT SHE DOESN'T DARE CALL IT THAT. SHE HAS TO SPELL IT OUT IN A WHISPER. SHE DOESN'T PLAN TO KISS BEFORE SHE MARRIES.
Better than making babies cake.
Every time he goes in for a kiss, she pulls away and then starts to sneeze bc of his deodorant again. he still hasn't caught on.
NO, HE HAS NO CLUE
HE THINKS SHE IS PLAYING HARD TO GET
Oh yeah, but he can only take a couple more nights of misnamed good food and British Royalty role playing games.
WOW- YOU HAVE MADE ME LAUGH PRETTY HARD TODAY FRIEND
Same thing! We're pretty funny.
From that mistype sprang an effusion of imagination. We decided that his girlfriend’s name was indeed Misse Dout and we came up with her bio. I’ll share some choice moments.
That's hilarious. Misse Beverly Dout. . . And she has red hair.
AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FRECKLES
HER HAIR IS UNRULY, KINKY, NOT CURLY
Yeah, and she's got poo colored eyes.
YEAH, AND SHE ALWAYS WEARS EMERALD GREEN BECAUSE IN SOME TIME SPACE CONTINUUM, SOMEONE TOLD HER REDHEADS NEED TO WEAR EMERALD GREEN/JEWEL TONES.
And she wears really light blue jeans a la 1995
YES! AND SHE FOLDS THE BOTTOMS AND WEARS WHITE KEDS THAT SHE BLEACHES EVERY SATURDAY
And has a weird laugh. Not cute, just weird.
YEAH, NOT ONE YOU CAN GET USED TO.
It takes you off guard and she laughs at inopportune and awkward times.
YOU JUMP OUT OF YOUR CHAIR BECAUSE SHE CACKLES WHEN THINGS ARE TOO QUIET FOR HER. HAVE YOU SEEN HER NOSE?
Not only freckly but huge! And all red and swollen because of allergies. She's allergic to his deodorant.
BUT SHE WON'T TELL HIM BECAUSE SHE IS AFRAID HE WILL LEAVE HER JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS
Yeah. She also won't ever let him in her room because of her Cabbage Patch Doll collection.
AND HER BARBIE DOLL HOUSE
And the rainbow kite hanging from the ceiling.
AND HER WEAVING LOOM. SHE IS MAKING HIM A RAG POTHOLDER FOR CHRISTMAS
With his initials.
YES, SHE WON THE WEAVING LOOM CHAMPIONSHIP IN 4TH GRADE
She still has the ribbon up on her vanity next to her photograph she took with Kirk Cameron during a "Left Behind" DVD signing.
YEAH, AND SHE KNOWS THE DVD WORD FOR WORD
Yep. She watches that and the He Man movie in tandem every Saturday.
WHILE HER KEDS ARE BLEACHING
Yes, during her weaving time.
SHE OWNS STOCK IN HOBBY LOBBY AND ROBERTS CRAFT
She's already made her wedding dress and practices writing her name in her diary with a lock and a unicorn on the cover.
IS SHE HYPHENATING?
She's practicing both versions. Still deciding.
IF I HAD A LAST NAME LIKE DOUT- I WOULD DEFINITELY HYPHENATE LOL. I DON'T HATE HER COMPLETELY. JUST DON'T MAKE ME HANG OUT WITH HER
ever
SHE USES HAND SANITIZER LIKE LOTION
She always smells sterile.
And names her plants.
EUNICE AND BEATRICE DOUT. SHE GIVES THEM HER LAST NAME
Don't forget Fergie Dout
Named after Princess Sarah
OH, YEAH, FERGIE IS NEW. SHE IS OBSESSED WITH BRITISH ROYALTY
She's made their action figures out of Barbie and Ken dolls.
SHE TRAVELED TO BRITAIN ONCE AND JUST HUNG OUT OUTSIDE OF BUCKINGHAM PALACE. WITH HER BAD TEETH PEOPLE THOUGHT SHE WAS A LOCAL
She bought a royal guard hat at Epcot and wore it on her trip.
ALONG WITH HER PRINCE HARRY T-SHIRT THAT SHE MADE WITH T-SHIRT IRON ONS AND TRIED TO SELL ON EBAY, BUT NO ONE WAS THAT INTERESTED IN HARRY. THEY WANTED WILLIAM
True. She has a William purse.
BUT SHE HAS A THING FOR REDHEADS SINCE SHE IS ONE. AND SHE DRIVES A BEAT UP GEO PRISM IN PURPLE BUT THE PASSENGER DOOR IS GREEN
With a Garfield in the back window and her license plate says "ETURNL"
WITH A LICENSE PLATE FRAME THAT READS: "RULDS2?"
She's part of the Wednesday night sewing club
YES SHE LIKES TO BE INVOLVED
She's also making a recipe book just so she can get her recipes out.
AGAIN- THE ONLY ONE CONTRIBUTING
She's very proud of her "Angel-ed eggs" which are really deviled eggs but she changed the name.
SHE DOESN'T PLAN TO MOVE OUT OF HER PARENTS HOUSE UNTIL SHE MOVES IN TO HER HUSBAND'S
She has all the names of her six children picked out and written inside the cover of "Emma"
AND SHE MAKES "BETTER THAN SEX CAKE" BUT SHE DOESN'T DARE CALL IT THAT. SHE HAS TO SPELL IT OUT IN A WHISPER. SHE DOESN'T PLAN TO KISS BEFORE SHE MARRIES.
Better than making babies cake.
Every time he goes in for a kiss, she pulls away and then starts to sneeze bc of his deodorant again. he still hasn't caught on.
NO, HE HAS NO CLUE
HE THINKS SHE IS PLAYING HARD TO GET
Oh yeah, but he can only take a couple more nights of misnamed good food and British Royalty role playing games.
WOW- YOU HAVE MADE ME LAUGH PRETTY HARD TODAY FRIEND
Same thing! We're pretty funny.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I'm a geek
Oh no. I’m a geek. A full on Batman t shirt owning, movie quoting, trivia knowing, computer using, matchy matchy geek.
I’ve always thought of myself as quirky. I mean, I’ve got a random collection of t’s, including the aforementioned Batman, Bo Duke, Kirk Cameron, Care Bears, Debbie Harry, Cedric Diggory, and Corey Haim to name a few. I just used “aforementioned” properly in a sentence. I have over a hundred pairs of shoes and like to match them to my outfits. I have too many movies, some of which I haven’t even seen. I have a Donny Osmond poster hanging on the same wall as my Morrissey and Breakfast Club posters. I’ve been to Disneyland too many times to remember and I don’t live in California. I have a Nightmare Before Christmas collection. I hate it when people dangle their participles. I have issues when people don’t wash their hair enough. I’m a stickler for using my turn signal, even when I’m alone on a road. I know what “NPC” and “RPG’s” are. I have a book on how to draw comic book characters. I usually fall for the funny best friend in movies. I had a huge crush on Owen Wilson for five years. My dog is named after Tim Burton and a wookie. I know all the words to “Puttin’ on the Ritz” and I have a Winnie the Pooh blanket here by my desk.
Ok, so now that I list all of that, I realize I’ve been a geek for a while. . . But yesterday, the realization hit me hard as I was walking to lunch. I passed a pair of guys talking. One of them whined “But I want to go to Toshi Station to pick up some power coversions!”
It took everything I have to not correct him. Inside, my mind was saying “Converters you idiot! ConverTERS! Why would Luke Skywalker ever go to Toshi Station to buy conversions?! I bet now you’re going to try and convince me that Mon Motha was dating Grand Moff Tarkin.”
Yeah. I’m a geek.
I’ve always thought of myself as quirky. I mean, I’ve got a random collection of t’s, including the aforementioned Batman, Bo Duke, Kirk Cameron, Care Bears, Debbie Harry, Cedric Diggory, and Corey Haim to name a few. I just used “aforementioned” properly in a sentence. I have over a hundred pairs of shoes and like to match them to my outfits. I have too many movies, some of which I haven’t even seen. I have a Donny Osmond poster hanging on the same wall as my Morrissey and Breakfast Club posters. I’ve been to Disneyland too many times to remember and I don’t live in California. I have a Nightmare Before Christmas collection. I hate it when people dangle their participles. I have issues when people don’t wash their hair enough. I’m a stickler for using my turn signal, even when I’m alone on a road. I know what “NPC” and “RPG’s” are. I have a book on how to draw comic book characters. I usually fall for the funny best friend in movies. I had a huge crush on Owen Wilson for five years. My dog is named after Tim Burton and a wookie. I know all the words to “Puttin’ on the Ritz” and I have a Winnie the Pooh blanket here by my desk.
Ok, so now that I list all of that, I realize I’ve been a geek for a while. . . But yesterday, the realization hit me hard as I was walking to lunch. I passed a pair of guys talking. One of them whined “But I want to go to Toshi Station to pick up some power coversions!”
It took everything I have to not correct him. Inside, my mind was saying “Converters you idiot! ConverTERS! Why would Luke Skywalker ever go to Toshi Station to buy conversions?! I bet now you’re going to try and convince me that Mon Motha was dating Grand Moff Tarkin.”
Yeah. I’m a geek.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Evolution
I had a thought today as I was stuck behind a pickup truck whose driver refused to go the speed limit or use turn signals and gave the bird to the people she cut off while in the process of not signaling. It was one of those multi-colored trucks, brown rust body, blue hood, and black doors. One door flaunted a spray painted logo of a star being formed of broken guns. The rear window sported several choice stickers like Calvin peeing on something and a rabbit with antlers. The ever spectacular mud flaps with the silhouette of a lady were blowing in the wind. Shiny chrome framed the license plate while the rest of the truck was rusting away. But what made me do a double take was the Darwin fish on the bumper that displayed the word “evolve”. Ironic, isn’t it? Everything about the truck was evidence contrary to the whole idea of evolution. Maybe the driver was trying to remind herself.
To do:
- Buy more wife beaters and yell at the cashier
- Get tattoo of the Tazmanian Devil removed
- Try and use expired coupons from KFC at Taco Bell
- Evolve
To do:
- Buy more wife beaters and yell at the cashier
- Get tattoo of the Tazmanian Devil removed
- Try and use expired coupons from KFC at Taco Bell
- Evolve
Monday, June 30, 2008
Pot Lucks
Recently I went to a pot luck full of single people. It was yet another eye opening experience. The food was good. I think only a couple people brought store bought cookies. I was impressed. There were find out questions on the paper covered tables, to help spark conversations and crayons scattered around in case the conversations lull.
While our conversations freely flowed, we grabbed a few of the questions out just to see what we could’ve been talking about. One was “What are you wearing that best represents you?” The best thing I could come up with was my plastic bracelets. The rest of my clothes actually almost looked grown up. My roommate was lucky though, she was wearing a tshirt with a skeleton kid on it saying “Nobody wants to play with me”
Another question was “If you were on a long flight, who would you want to sit next to on the plane?” I stated that I didn’t want anyone to sit by me. I’d rather have the elbow room. I hate being squished on a plane. A friend across the table kept saying “The plane is full, you have to sit by someone!” but since that wasn’t stated on the paper, I stuck with my initial answer.
The two guys next to us were characters. Every time I would say something, one of them would just stare at me as if he was checking off something in his head. Finally, I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was profiling me. Some profile. I’m sure it was incredibly shallow. Who’s going to discuss deep things like the state of the union my personal feelings on child development while eating meatballs and fruit salad?
At the end, I started rolling up the paper tablecloths to help clean up. As I neared the end of the table, I got close to a guy drinking a soda (let’s call him Eddie) who was just watching the cleanup and a girl who was folding chairs. I had to stop a couple feet away from Eddie because there were some bottles of water on the table. With my arms full, I looked up at Eddie and said “Hey, can we throw these bottles away?”
He looked at me, shrugged, and said “I don’t care, they’re not my drinks. You can do whatever you want.”
The girl with the chairs looked up at him and said “She was asking for help.”
It was at that point that I realized yet again how different men and women are. It’s funny how one can have a reoccurring realization, as if it doesn’t stick the first two thousand times. I smiled as Eddie took the bottles and threw them away then continued sipping his soda while we finished clearing the table.
I keep hearing that we have to be very direct with men. Eddie was a testament to that. Ladies, if you want a man to throw water bottles away, just tell him. He’ll do it. He just needs exact direction, not hints. 
While our conversations freely flowed, we grabbed a few of the questions out just to see what we could’ve been talking about. One was “What are you wearing that best represents you?” The best thing I could come up with was my plastic bracelets. The rest of my clothes actually almost looked grown up. My roommate was lucky though, she was wearing a tshirt with a skeleton kid on it saying “Nobody wants to play with me”
Another question was “If you were on a long flight, who would you want to sit next to on the plane?” I stated that I didn’t want anyone to sit by me. I’d rather have the elbow room. I hate being squished on a plane. A friend across the table kept saying “The plane is full, you have to sit by someone!” but since that wasn’t stated on the paper, I stuck with my initial answer.
The two guys next to us were characters. Every time I would say something, one of them would just stare at me as if he was checking off something in his head. Finally, I asked him what he was doing and he told me he was profiling me. Some profile. I’m sure it was incredibly shallow. Who’s going to discuss deep things like the state of the union my personal feelings on child development while eating meatballs and fruit salad?
At the end, I started rolling up the paper tablecloths to help clean up. As I neared the end of the table, I got close to a guy drinking a soda (let’s call him Eddie) who was just watching the cleanup and a girl who was folding chairs. I had to stop a couple feet away from Eddie because there were some bottles of water on the table. With my arms full, I looked up at Eddie and said “Hey, can we throw these bottles away?”
He looked at me, shrugged, and said “I don’t care, they’re not my drinks. You can do whatever you want.”
The girl with the chairs looked up at him and said “She was asking for help.”
It was at that point that I realized yet again how different men and women are. It’s funny how one can have a reoccurring realization, as if it doesn’t stick the first two thousand times. I smiled as Eddie took the bottles and threw them away then continued sipping his soda while we finished clearing the table.
I keep hearing that we have to be very direct with men. Eddie was a testament to that. Ladies, if you want a man to throw water bottles away, just tell him. He’ll do it. He just needs exact direction, not hints.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
New York City
I just came back from a trip to New York City to visit my sister with my mom. Other than the 100 degree weather, it was fabulous. The city is crazy beautiful, full of people of every race, background, and situation.
It was interesting to see the different parts of Manhattan. We stayed in Karley’s apartment, surrounded by high rises and not too far from all the ginormous office towers.
We ate at Tao, a very chic restaurant (Karley told me they filmed a scene from “Hitch” there) and my mom started dancing to the house music being pumped through the room. Who knew my mom was so cool? She had gone shopping beforehand, buying a lot of black and white clothes to “New York” herself. . . She fit right in. In fact, she got six boyfriends at the Bagel place the next morning. The crusty old men there were flirting up a storm and giving her free cookies. They weren’t about to offer me any.
We walked to the bizarre world of Times Square, where although it was crowded and lit like a Christmas tree, it was surprisingly quiet. Everyone was walking around agape and no one was watching where they were going. The signs advertising Coke, Broadway shows, and stupid movies starring Adam Sandler and Mike Meyers illuminated the streets and captivated the crowds
SoHo was so posh, everyone advertising their D&G or Prada ensembles and greeting each other with kisses on the cheek. The beautiful people were out in full force. We almost ran into pretty Dax Shepard and his arm candy as we were window shopping. I felt very out of place in my Kohl’s shirt, Target sunglasses, and large pant size. After a stop in Chinatown to pick up a knock off D&G purse and glasses, I felt better. (sadly, the vendors in Chinatown could do nothing about my pant size). The fancy cupcake from some super famous bakery didn’t help either.
I tell you what, walking around NY really makes SLC very tiny in comparison. But, in retrospect, New York’s got nothing on us. . . They may have Saturday Night Live, the Today Show, the Beastie Boys, Sean Puffy Combs, Vince Lombardi, Jerry Seinfeld, and James Cagney but we’ve got the Osmonds! Take that, Brooklyn!
It was interesting to see the different parts of Manhattan. We stayed in Karley’s apartment, surrounded by high rises and not too far from all the ginormous office towers.
We ate at Tao, a very chic restaurant (Karley told me they filmed a scene from “Hitch” there) and my mom started dancing to the house music being pumped through the room. Who knew my mom was so cool? She had gone shopping beforehand, buying a lot of black and white clothes to “New York” herself. . . She fit right in. In fact, she got six boyfriends at the Bagel place the next morning. The crusty old men there were flirting up a storm and giving her free cookies. They weren’t about to offer me any.
We walked to the bizarre world of Times Square, where although it was crowded and lit like a Christmas tree, it was surprisingly quiet. Everyone was walking around agape and no one was watching where they were going. The signs advertising Coke, Broadway shows, and stupid movies starring Adam Sandler and Mike Meyers illuminated the streets and captivated the crowds
SoHo was so posh, everyone advertising their D&G or Prada ensembles and greeting each other with kisses on the cheek. The beautiful people were out in full force. We almost ran into pretty Dax Shepard and his arm candy as we were window shopping. I felt very out of place in my Kohl’s shirt, Target sunglasses, and large pant size. After a stop in Chinatown to pick up a knock off D&G purse and glasses, I felt better. (sadly, the vendors in Chinatown could do nothing about my pant size). The fancy cupcake from some super famous bakery didn’t help either.
I tell you what, walking around NY really makes SLC very tiny in comparison. But, in retrospect, New York’s got nothing on us. . . They may have Saturday Night Live, the Today Show, the Beastie Boys, Sean Puffy Combs, Vince Lombardi, Jerry Seinfeld, and James Cagney but we’ve got the Osmonds! Take that, Brooklyn!
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