Home Cooked Amazingness

Last night I had one of the most amazing meals ever. No, it wasn't out at some fabulous restaurant, but actually at my apartment. No, I didn't cook it! Are you kidding? Our friends came over to our apartment to cook dinner and have some drinks. The last time I had a dinner party at my place, my friends made fun of me because I didn't actually cook anything. While I thought it was a great dinner, they weren't exactly impressed. The dinner last night was fabulous, and it was actually made by using the stove and the oven...who knew? I did help out by cutting up the limes for the drinks. There is just something about a home cooked meal that makes everything taste so good.

After dinner we went to a fun Halloween party around the corner. There were construction workers, Lady Gagas, and Army men galore. Unfortunately the really sexy Indian was gay. Why does that always happen? Hopefully I will have better luck tonight. What is it about Halloween that makes people go a little nutty? Is it because they are dressed up and pretending to be someone else or is it because they are actually a little nutty and just more uninhibited in a costume?

Mansion For Sale

The other day, I was walking around the West Village. All of the streets around that area seem quaint and cute, especially because they are some of the few streets that actually have trees in this city. As I was passing by this gorgeous set of townhouses, I saw a sign that read "Mansion For Sale." I snapped a picture of the sign and made sure to look it up when I got home. I wasn't looking it up because I am in the market for a mansion (we can all dream right?) but just because I was curious as to how much a mansion in NYC costs.

$45,000,000.00 to be exactly. That one was on the high side. Some of the others listed on the website started to sound more reasonable at $19,500,00.00 - that is less than half of the price! It really starts to sound like a bargain huh? I wish I were kidding about the number of zeroes in that number. Some of these places had over 7 bedrooms and 10 bathrooms. Honestly, why would anyone need that many bathrooms? I guess if you were going to have a raging party in your new multi-million dollar townhouse you would have over 10 friends. Even if you had 100 friends there, would it be possible to really make it necessary to have 10 bathrooms. It never killed someone to wait in line for a minute or two did it?

One day I will have a ridiculously priced townhouse with a multitude of bathrooms that I will never use. When I have that, then I will let you know if I find uses for all of them. As of right now, I do not know anyone with more than 2 or 3 bathrooms that I could ask. Honestly, most of my friends barely have a quarter of a bathroom!

A Night Of Newness

Last night a friend and I went out to enjoy the small break in the rain. The break was all for a few hours but it was nice to not have to carry my umbrella for a couple of hours. Our first stop was The Waverly Inn. I had never been there before so it was nice to go somewhere new - new to me anyway. We had a few glasses of wine before we went to dinner at a restaurant around the corner.

The restaurant is on 37 Hudson Street but it is so new that I forget the name. It used to be the old Frederick's which just closed down. This new restaurant is only 3 days old. Warning, it isn't always a good idea to go to such a new restaurant. It is better to wait at least a week or two to get the kinks worked out. It wasn't horrible, however, it wasn't smooth running. The food was tasty but nothing like my other favorite Italian place - Morandi.

Another bit of newness happened when we went to The Standard Hotel. We weren't even inside for 3 minutes when a guy, a bit older, came up to us and bought us a drink, barely introducing himself. I thought this was nice of him so we started to make small talk. At around the 5 minute mark, the guy stops mid-sentence, turns to me, and asks "Do you just wanna get out of here?" I immediately responded "No!" and gave him a confused face. I didn't even know his name yet. With my abrupt answer, he turned around and went to talk to another set of girls. How awkward and strange! Beware of men who buy you drinks....they might only want one thing. At least I didn't waste a lot of time talking to him because I felt I had to since he bought me a drink!

Gymboree

Today I did something that I haven't done in months. I went to the gym! I know, I know...It's not healthy to not go to the gym at least once a week. I know that it makes you happier, etc. Personally I hate the gym. I have no idea what inspired me to go today of all days after a long day of work and running around, especially because I hate the gym. For whatever reason, today, I decided to work out.

Warning to all of you non-gym goers out there who are like me - The gym is a dangerous place!

First of all, you have to put your hair up and it never looks good after you run. You have to take your makeup off before you go (because I find that I feel less productive if I'm trying not to make my eyeliner run rather than focusing on running on the treadmill). Also, you get sweaty. You might be wondering what makes all of that so dangerous. It isn't the lack of makeup, bad hair, smelly thing. It is the lack of makeup, bad hair, and smelly thing when a cute guy walks into the gym.

This cute guy always walks in at the end of your workout, or in the middle, when you are looking the roughest. He sees that your face is red, you are trying to suck in as much air as humanly possible, and he knows that you haven't been to the gym in awhile because you have only been running for two minutes and 35 seconds (which feels like it has been an hour of pure torture).

This cute guy walking into the gym doesn't only damage your ego, he can also damage your rotator cuff, your knee, and your pride. When you see this cute guy, try really hard to resist the urge to turn around and look at him and smile. As you do this seemingly flirty move, you also lose your balance, slightly get out of step with the stepper machine and if you don't completely fall off of it, you sprain your ankle and strain your wrist trying to hang on.

So the next time someone says that it is a "good idea" and "super healthy" and "great for your butt" to go to the gym on a regular basis, think again. Your ego and your potentially broken legs will thank you later.

A Gay Night Out

Last night, I went to a party at Vlada Lounge, which happens to be a gay bar. I didn't realize this until I walked in and saw a whole bunch of really hot guys. I muttered under my breath to myself "This never happens" and then slowly realized it really doesn't happen - boys were kissing other boys. I was a little upset that I wouldn't have the opportunity to meet any new boys, but that didn't matter since I was there with a bunch of friends already anyway. The night was fabulous. We were celebrating a friend's arrival from Canada and there was a ton of drinks, laughing, dancing, and fun.

I saw a friend there that I haven't seen in such a long time. She was telling me how her and her boyfriend of 4 years just broke up. She said that they broke up because she felt that she was too young and needed to get out there and make sure that she wasn't jumping too deep before she was ready. I agreed with her decision and told her that I loved dating life here in the city. It is fun and fabulous. She asked me to hook her up with anyone who would like to go on a date if I run into anyone. She also cautioned me that she liked "older men." I asked her how old was she thinking and her quick response almost made me fall off my chair. She said "25 would be good." I began laughing hysterically because not only did that make me feel instantly old but it was also one of those ironic things where I was thinking that she was super mature and could date a guy that was quite a few years older.

Later on, when the party moved to a gay nightclub, I was dancing with my friend. I was one of the few girls in this club full of men who weren't interested in me and I was having a blast. As I was thinking to myself that I was having the best time dancing (I have been out of commission all week with being sick) and it doesn't even matter what I look like or if I have bad moves since no one in this club cares to date me. My friend that I was dancing with my other friends and I have always wondered if he was gay or straight. No one wants to ask because that is rude, but at that point in the night I was dancing and thinking that he was gay - until about 20 minutes later when he grabbed my face and started making out with me. I was so shocked. That kiss was so unexpected. You get a funny feeling when you just kissed a guy that you thought was gay but now isn't. It is a little startling and I didn't really know what to think about it. I still don't really know what to think about it except for the fact that he wasn't a really good kisser. So now what am I going to do about my gay friend who isn't really gay and just kissed me, badly. Dilemmas, dilemmas....

Random Things That Make Me Giggle

Tonight, on my walk to the grocery store to pick up the necessities (tissues, ginger ale, and Lysol disinfecting wipes) someone walking in front of me tripped. While I know it isn't nice to laugh at others, it was pretty funny. For some reason, I just find that when people trip it makes me laugh.

In the grocery store, a super macho looking guy was checking me out. He wasn't "checking me out" as in looking how cute I looked because my nose is as red as Rudolph's and I was coughing like there was no tomorrow, but he was the checkout clerk. Sorry no fun dating when I'm sick - it's a rule. So anyway, as he was ringing me up for my purchases this seemingly super macho guy starts singing in a very high pitched voice to Madonna's "Like a Virgin." I looked up at him, wishing he was just doing it as a joke, and realized that he was actually really into the song, singing it because he liked it. I held in my laugh until I left the store.

Because I laugh at inappropriate times at people who do not deserve to be laughed at, God makes me do things to laugh at myself. The entire walk home I was sneezing. One sneeze after the other after the other. I felt like a mess. The couple walking in front of me turned around a few times to make sure that I wasn't genuinely dying, but then they turned back around to laugh at me.

Karma...I love you.

Blessings and Blowing Noses

I know that you should always appreciate what you have been given. I try to do this all of the time. However, when you lose something, it often helps you to really be grateful for what you had.

I recently got a cold, an awful cold that is making my mother think that I have Swine Flu. While I do not have the H1N1 virus, I have a bad cough, sore throat, and a lingering headache. This cold really makes me appreciate being healthy. Instead of going outside and enjoying the mild weather we have been having, I have been stuck inside swilling tea and sleeping. Another thing that I really appreciate are the people that I work for. They only want to see me get better and are making sure that I leave work early and actually get better. Not everyone has such great bosses and coworkers that are actually worried about their well being.

While I recuperate, I will be sure to count my blessings, even if those blessings come as a hot cup of tea, NyQuil, and sleep.

Random Crowds

I mentioned in my last posting that we went to the Gansevoort Hotel on Saturday night. I also mentioned that the crowd was a little strange and I didn't have the usual amount of fun that I normally do there.

The first set of strange people were a pack of old ladies. It is not because they were old that they were weird, it was that they were dancing with super young guys from Jersey (I'm guessing they were from Jersey because they had spiked hair. They could have also been from Staten Island. Sorry if I get that one a little mixed up). These older women were getting their groove on. While there is nothing wrong with that, and my friend said it the best - "I hope I'm moving and grooving like that when I am that age", it was just a little odd to see them dancing so provocatively with such young guys.

The next "weirdo" at the hotel was a kid who said that he was in college for Pharmacy. You always hear about those people that are super book smart but they don't have any social skills - this was that guy. He was talking to my friend at first and I noticed that she gave me a look of despair. I tried to re-loop her into our conversation. The boy awkwardly stood in our circle and didn't get the hint and leave. Then, he decided to talk to me. He was a close talker. He was all up in my personal space and every time I tried to back up a little, he took a step forward. Then he continued to talk and said "So, I see you have a lot of girlfriends here...what is every one's relationship status?" I instantaneously let out a laugh, he was lucky I hadn't just taken a sip of my drink or else I probably would have spit it in his face. I nicely said that he shouldn't ask a girl that. If we are interested, we will let him know. If we aren't interested we will let him know that too.

After he finally left my circle of friends and I, we were talking about what he had asked. He specifically used the phrase "relationship status" which I thought was a funny way of asking. Not until one of my girlfriends brought it up did I realize that the phrase comes from Facebook! Not only does this guy have very little personality but his only social skills and vocabulary come from Internet social networking websites. Hopefully anyone that has a Facebook or Myspace account that is reading this post will make a note never to use online social networking sites to get your full vocabulary. While they are fun and useful for other things, that might not be the best way to get all of your information. Unfortunately, I didn't think into the hilariousness at the time, but a friend suggested that I should have responded by saying "It's Complicated".

A New York Weekend

This weekend, my best friend from my tiny hometown in Pennsylvania came to visit me in New York. As it always is with guests from out of town, I want to show them a "true New York" time. This means having a ridiculously fun and exciting experience in the city that never sleeps...and it also means that the guest barely gets to sleep!

One of the first things that we did was go shopping - duh. Did you even have to wonder? We shopped in Soho, midtown, downtown, and everywhere in between. We shopped so much that it hurt to wear high heels to go to dinner. We did anyway.

Next we had an amazing dinner. We enjoyed a prix fixe meal at Pasta Bistro Grill for only $23 that included an appetizer, dinner, and dessert. Drinks were also only $5. This is not a typical New York price, but none of us were complaining especially since the food was so tasty.

The next day of my friend's trip was filled with more shopping. Forget going to shows and museums, we were hunting for deals on all of the new fall fashions. After a nice dinner that we ordered in, take out is truly New York, we set off to have a few drinks at Hotel Gansevoort. I am no stranger to this great bar that boasts not only great drinks but also gorgeous views of the city. I often go there after Sunday brunch and have a blast with the crowd. Saturday night, however, was a little disappointing. The crowd wasn't very fun and my friends and I were just looking for some dancing. After a little while at the hotel bar, something very New York happened.

One of the girls that we were out with, had a friend that was already at a bar in Little Italy and we were welcome to come by and sit at his table and share his bottle. As I looked up the address for the place, Gold Bar, I came across someones commentary about the hard to enter club:

This place has one of the toughest doors in the city. Brooklyn bred Johnny boy guards that door as if it was his sister's purity. He has even gone on record saying that he has denied his childhood friends entry (I am talking about the bar here).

I can only say that this account of the place scared me at first. I didn't want to go to this bar and be denied access. Fortunately, her friend was safely inside and spending more money than should be allowed at one time on alcohol for us all to enjoy. The place was magnificent. The gold leafing on the ceiling helped to showcase the many crystal chandeliers and the gold skulls lining the walls were creepy and fantastic. We all had the best New York night drinking and dancing to an amazing DJ. I couldn't have asked for more fun with my friends.

We finished off the weekend with Sunday brunch at my usual favorite, Arte Pasta in the West Village. Thankfully we didn't have to stand and wait for a table for too long since we could barely walk from dancing in high heels until 3 am that morning. The mimosas were a perfect ending to an amazing New York weekend. I love this city :)

A Great Cause

Tonight I attended a fun work happy-hour that actually made drinking go to something worthwhile more than just having a hangover. A co-worker of mine is running the NYC Marathon for TEAM FOX - for Parkinson's Disease. He is accepting donations through his website for just completing the race. He is also suggesting that you double your donation if he beats Ryan Reynolds. Yes, THAT Ryan Reynolds - the super cute actor who is married to Scarlett Johansson.

If you would like to donate to the cause, or just want to get a kick out of a hilarious website, please visit the below web address.

http://www.beatingryanreynolds.com/

The website includes info on his mission, the Michael J. Fox foundation, and Celebrity Beatdowns (famous people he has already beaten). Check it out!!

Bitchy Baby Surprise

One of my coworkers announced today that she is pregnant. She also announced no less than 2 sentences later that she has actually been nicer to her husband lately since she is so tired and exhausted. She said that he was overjoyed when she didn't yell at him about something stupid the other day.

I am very excited for her and her husband to be so blessed to have children, however, I am also sad that he only gets excited because he wasn't yelled at that day. Let's hope the kids aren't the same way.

Ohh the joys of children...

Subway Stories

I usually see some of the same people on my commute to and from work on the subway. There are a few fun characters that I always wonder about when they are riding on my train or at my subway stop.

The first guy has super long hair that he always ties back in a low ponytail. He wears something close to a Hawaiian shirt in very muted colors and usually wears a straw hat. The most interesting thin about him is that he always has a different book. Every day he has a new title that he is reading. He must either spend a lot of time on the train reading or be a fast reader. I can only imagine that he has to be a super smart guy for all of those books that he has read.

Another guy is a common scene at Penn Station where I get off the train for work. He is always there between the hours of 6 and 7, sometimes earlier and later. He dances. Not only does he dance, but he tries to moonwalk quite unsuccessfully. He is hilarious but he is also glorious. He makes me smile every day that I see him. He truly enjoys his dancing on the platform to whatever music is playing in his headphones. He always has the biggest smile on his face as he is moon walking and skipping around.

One lady that I have seen frequently has her eyebrows drawn on. She has shaved or waxed off her original eyebrows and draws new ones on every day. They are always perfect. I always wonder what it would be like to not have eyebrows. What do you do if you smudge your eyebrow? Can you imagine being a little drunk trying to draw eyebrows on yourself? I feel like I would be the lady who always draws them on crooked on bad days or Mondays when you just aren't thinking straight.

There are always a true set of characters on the trains. These are just a few of the characters I get to see on a usual basis. They never fail to make me smile or make my day just a little more interesting than it would have been otherwise.

An NYC Visitor

This weekend, my sister visited me in the city. It is always fun to have visitors because you get to do very New York things. First, which should come to no surprise, we went shopping. Even though the tax rate in NY is more than in PA, you can always find better things in NY. It is pretty much a given that all of the really amazing stuff comes to New York first and then goes elsewhere later. With that said, she bought out the city.

As we were walking back to my apartment, she commented that there was a lady carrying a French Baguette. I said "Ohh was it cute? I didn't see it. Do you mean like a little purse?" No, a French Baguette is literally a loaf of bread - not a tiny purse. I'm not sorry. That is just the way my mind works.

Saturday night we went to Morandi for dinner. There was a guy there who had 4 of the most gorgeous women surrounding him having drinks. I am not sure if he paid them to be there, if they were all friends, or if they just wanted the free drinks but they were fabulous and he was not so fabulous. How do you think something like that works? Leggy, short skirts, bouncy hair, and 2 other bouncy appendages = You can have any guy that you want! I can't imagine that they wanted him but who knows. All I know is that my dinner was amazing and no matter how skinny they were, it didn't deter me from eating all of my Salmon and having the side potatoes as well.

This afternoon, we didn't do the usual Sunday brunch. We went to a party on the roof of the Thompson Hotel in the LES. I am still not clear on what the party was for...something about San Francisco and New York, but I do know that I had a really great time. The views were amazing and a lot of my friends were there which always makes for a good time. The best part about the party were the bartenders. The one bartender looked really familiar to me so I walked up and started a conversation with him (he is also absolutely gorgeous). Turns out, he lives in my building, on my floor, and just down the hallway from me!!! After he got my drink on the house, I sat down amongst my friends feeling very excited. I also noticed the chairs that we were sitting on were covered with a graffiti print that said "Men Are Great". I would have to agree with those chairs wholeheartedly!

The Real Yellow Mustard

I am hanging in tonight cleaning and catching up on mindless television. Right now I am watching re-runs of The Girls Next Door about Hugh Hefner's Playboy playmates. They were walking around NYC trying to get hot dogs from the street vendors, however they had to be with the "real yellow" mustard. They went to quite a few stands before finding the correct kind of mustard. I have to say that I also do this frustrating search every time I am hungry for a hot dog. It doesn't always have to be in the city, but whenever I want a hot dog, I want real yellow mustard on it - not Dijon, not spicy, just regular French's mustard!

Not only am I picky about the kind of mustard I like, I am picky about my men too. I am like Brigitte on The Girls Next Door in the fact that I will keep going to the next hot dog stand until I find the right one! I am not afraid to say no, refuse one that has already been around, and will gladly accept anyone that seems to be the right kind. Until I find that hot dog with the real yellow mustard, I don't mind sampling a few that are pretending to be the right kind.

Something To Lighten The Mood

Since I want to make people smile and laugh, I thought this little story would do the trick....

I currently work in Men's Fashion. Specifically, I deal with men's pants, denim and shorts. The past few weeks I have spent my time in the office looking at plaids, stripes, and different fabrics for our pant assortment. The other day on the train, I took work home with me. I was sitting on the subway, staring at some guy's stripe layout on his pants. Unfortunately, I was staring directly at his crotch. He also, unfortunately, noticed that I was staring at his crotch. He kept smiling at me the entire ride and I couldn't understand why he kept smiling. Well, when you stare at a guy's stripe layout on his pants, he may get the wrong idea.

Note to self...it is not always a good idea to take your work home with you, especially when you look like a creeper doing it!

Changes

As I am reading my posting from last night, I see that it does not flow as nicely as it should. There are also a few spelling mistakes. I am issuing an apology for Typing While Tipsy as this should not be allowed in writing. It does make for a funny day, however, when your friends email you to tell you that they could judge the amount of martini's I had from the number of misspellings. I can't promise that it will not happen again - and for that I am issuing another apology. On the other hand, if I never got tipsy, I would have half as many good stories.

Tonight my posting is about change. Is change good or is change bad? I guess that it depends on the perspective from which you are viewing the change. When things are going your way and changing positively for you, change is good. When things change and you don't like what has happened then you see the change as negative. That is an obvious statement that honestly doesn't need to be said, however, what about the change that is neither good nor bad? For example, the weather. Are people in Florida really happier because the weather is nice and sunny all year round? Personally, I like the weather change so that I can rotate my shoes in and out with the seasons.

Change also affects friendships and relationships. People change. This is another obvious statement. Do friendships and relationships always end when one person changes and the other does not? Do people have to grow at exactly the same rate in order to remain close? Why doesn't one person changing make the other person happy for them? It always seems as if that person feels left in the dust. If that friend isn't happy for their friend who has changed for the better, are they really a friend at all? If you think that you have changed in a positive way but someone else sees it negatively, have you really changed for the better?

I know this is pretty deep for a blog but it is something that was on my mind all day long. If things in life stay stagnant and the same, isn't that just boring? Personally, if I do not change from this moment until the time that I am 30 (which I might never admit to being that age) then I would think that I haven't learned anything in that time period. I want to keep on learning and growing until the day I am 45 (definitely never admitting that I am older than that). Hopefully there are a few things that will not change about me though. I always want to be a fun person who is great to be around and I always want to be a great friend. I always want to support my friends in whatever they do and through whatever changes they may encounter. I also want to be that ridiculous girl who Types While Tipsy and tells her funny stories to the world :)

It's Not What They Say, It's What They Do.

Tonight I was out with my girlfriends and we went to this great happy hour place called Public House. When I walked in, I could barely look for our other friend that was meeting up because the place was filled with beautiful men and firemen! Who can resist firemen? They were also all watching the Yankee's game. There was so much testosterone in that one bar all of the women there could barely breathe.

One guy was chatting us up, and for some reason he dropped to his knees on the dirty, sticky bar floor. Another guy beside us, one of the firemen, took off his boss' hat and placed it on my friend's head - apparently cause for reprimanding a fellow officer. We saw nothing wrong with it but his chief did not like that a girl had on the sergeant's hat.

I am repeating the phrase "It's not what they say, it's what they do" because we were testing that this evening. My friend had a guy that just moved away, however, he spent his last evening with her in the city. That means more than just saying a general goodbye.

Meat Head decided to take me out to dinner last night. Even though he was telling me the story after the fact, this actually happened. He was explaining to me how him and his friends were joking around and he mentioned something that I had said to make him laugh. Even though he was telling his friends what I had said, it was his physical action of talking about me that made me realize that he felt something more. The action of a guy telling their friends about a girl means a lot more than the guy just saying that he is going to hang out with his friends.

Always look for the action from the person that you are seeing. If they say they will call and talk to you and they don't, please don't expect much more from then. The guy could possibly be playing the 2-3 day rule and not following up, however, if it gets past 4 days, don't think that he will call tomorrow. If a guy really wants to be with you, he will make it work - even if he is moving half way across the country. Only time and his actions will tell.

Rachel Zoe Is OOC

"I Die", "Bananas", and "OOC - Out Of Control" aren't normally phrases that I use to describe anything, unless I am watching the Rachel Zoe Project on Bravo. Honestly the show I just watched about Paris fashion week was phenomenal, also known as OOC! The clothing, the shoes, the architecture was to die for.

Rachel is so fabulous that she gets to meet the designers...John Galliano, Marc Jacobs, and Karl Lagerfeld!! I would probably pass out if I even got to pass by any one of them on the street, much less congratulate them for a job well done at their Paris shows. One day I will be at those shows. I might even get to meet Karl :)

Another amazing thing is how great Rachel's husband is. Roger just wanders around Paris taking pictures all day while Rachel is at the fashion shows. He takes her shopping and pretends to care what she is buying. He is probably more worried about the money that she is spending but who cares - it's mostly hers. Then, he makes her a gorgeous photo album with all of the pictures that he has taken....can you say Bananas? Can I just spend a day in her Chanel shoes? Please?!?

She also went to one of my favorite places in Paris. She shopped for vintage at Didier Ludot in the Palais Royal. It was the cutest little store with the most expensive and exquisite vintage and pieces that I have ever seen. I have also vowed to return to that amazing little shop some day in the near future (hopefully very near!).

I am "Eifel Tired" and should go to bed (yes, that was another amazing phrase uttered during the show and it might be cheesy but it is totally cute).

What I Learn From Shopping

Shopping isn't just a silly thing to do when one wants to pass the time. It can actually teach you a lot of life lessons.

Sharing - When you see someone who is looking for that exact dress you have been carrying around for over 10 minutes just because you like it and not because you are going to buy it, you kindly pass it off to her. This is sharing.

Math - Yes, I know that math is not a life lesson, but it is something to learn. 20% off, 40% off, 2 for $20 versus $15 each. You quickly learn math and how to calculate the value of buying in multiples.

Patience - You have been waiting in line for over 15 minutes to get a fitting room. Finally you get to try on all of your clothes and make it to the register. There is another line to check out. Patience is learned in these lines. Since the clothes that you are holding are worth it, you will wait patiently in line and you quickly learn that huffing and puffing doesn't make the line go faster. Honestly, it makes the lady behind the counter go slower just to make you angrier.

Decision Making - There is always that time when you have to choose between the really fun party dress and the black cardigan that you came into the store to find. You needed the cardigan but are very reluctant to let go of the sparkly number you spotted on the rack when you walked in. Not only do you learn to decide, you find out if you are a practical person or if you are a little more adventurous than you thought. Who needs work clothes anyway?

Focus - Checking each tag for the little S, M, or L is a lesson in focus. You need to be zeroing in to find that little letter printed in each garment while also flipping through the rack at an even pace so you can shop the rest of the store in the 15 minutes that you have to shop on your lunch break. If you are too slow, you only see a little bit of the store, if you are too fast you never find your size.

Calmness - When the doors to the sample sale are finally opened after waiting in line for 1/2 an hour, all you want to do is run in screaming and grabbing things off of the shelves. However, calmness is key in this situation since all of those girls that run in screaming don't have the focus and calmness to walk past the crowd to the back where all of the fun treasures are hidden.

Happiness - One of life's biggest rewards is being truly happy. The thrill of purchasing a truly amazing high heel or cocktail ring always makes me happy :)

Happy Learning and Shopping!

Are They Giants?

I was at a party in Tribeca last night where everyone was a giant. I wish I meant the NY football team but unfortunately I do not. Literally every girl there was over 6 feet and skinny. Also, all of the boys were taller than the girls. I walked in feeling all cute and confident in my 4 inch high heels and fun outfit. I quickly started to feel like a little kid that no one wanted around. It wasn't that they didn't want me, it was that they couldn't really see me. I was bumped into numerous times and spilled on countless others. Even the shortest of the boys definitely weren't interested. If you were a guy and you had the choice to speak to the short girl or the girl that her boobs are at your eye level - who do you think you would pick?

How was I supposed to try to flirt with anyone if I couldn't even see eye level with them to catch their gaze?! I tried a different approach of looking all of the way across the room. That way you don't have to be eye level, they can see you from far away. I thought that I was making eye contact with this really cute guy playing pool. I smiled and looked away and by the time I looked back up, the weird guy who had been standing next to him was at my side. Damn it! I forgot that from far away, it is hard to tell what direction you are looking and you attract more people rather than just the one you were aiming for. I chatted with the weird guy for a little and then I decided to abort the mission.

The party should have had one of those "You must be this tall to enter" signs so that I wouldn't have had all of that confusion.

Moving Madness

I am typing this blog covered in paint. Yes, I tried to wash it off of my nails, hands, face, and out of my hair before I began typing, however it is proving to be quite impossible. I might have paint on myself for the next week. Tonight, I helped my friends re-paint their apartment white since they moved out of it. For all of you New Yorkers out there - Do Not Paint Your Apartment any thing other than white. It is so not worth it. It was fun to hang out with my friends and drink but the painting part was unnecessary.

When we finally made it to their new apartment we arrived to a scene that could have been an episode of Friends (of course - do you expect anything else from me at this point?). Their couch was not only stuck in their doorway but it was jammed between their doorway, their new neighbor's doorway, and the hallway. Very stuck. I liked the idea of calling firemen to saw apart the couch, however, the neighbor (of only a couple of hours) had a "saw" (read: steak knife) and decided to use that to break the couch free. To my disappointment and everyone else's relief, we didn't have to call firemen and the steak knife actually worked. I will have to find out what brand of knife that is. If it can cut through a couch, it can cut through anything that I might ever try to cook. Am I kidding myself? Me try to cook? Must be the paint fumes getting to my head - I'm not going to cook anything.

I have to give a big shout out to my city girls in this blog. Only you girls can make painting eggshell walls a fun task and make a couch stuck in the doorway hilarious. Trying to walk up and down stairs carrying a thousand bags and playing with the trash shoot wouldn't be nearly as interesting if it were done with anyone else. Thanks for giving me material to write about :)