Wedding Band Drama

Tonight my girlfriends and I were discussing married men. Two of my friends had recently been to Las Vegas, also known as Sin City for a reason. They said that they had met a group of guys at the pool and after hanging out with them for the entire day one of the guy friends let it slip that two of them were married. The first thing that popped into my friends' minds was "well, where are the wedding bands?" These guys had deliberately removed the metal rings from their ring finger in order to do what? Get a girl to talk to them? Hang out with them? Make out with them?

It happens more often than any girl would like to know. Apparently, once you go to Las Vegas you find out that it happens there a lot more than it should, but that is besides the point. A wise girlfriend of mine once told me to look for a tan line on the guy's ring finger, or even a slight indentation that you might see if he only removed the ring less than 5 minutes ago. This entire conversation made us ask the question of what you would do if your husband said "Hunny, I'm going to Vegas with the guys." At first I said that I would make sure that I could go with. If you didn't really feel like going with all of the dudes to Vegas, you could also let him go on one condition. You could let him go only if he got a tattoo of your name on his finger. And what do you do if he says "Well, I don't do tattoos. They are so permanent." Respond by telling him that he should have thought about "permanent" before he entered into marriage and that scars from you kicking his butt are also "permanent." Maybe he will reconsider his Las Vegas trip after all...If not, go to Vegas with your girlfriends and be sure to stay across town in a separate hotel.

My Calendar Issues

Pre-2010 and Pre-iPhone, I carried around a day planner. It was a really cute leather bound book where I jotted down appointments, reminders and birthdays. Since I got the iPhone that has a built in calendar, I decided to use my electronic device rather than jot things down in a heavy day planner. Despite the ease of my favorite cellphone ever, I have been missing my day planner.

I enjoyed seeing a busy week ahead. Now I only see the date with little dots on it if there is something going on. I have to click on each day to know what is planned. I can set a little alarm if I choose to which is nice, however, I rarely remember to remind myself to set the alarm. Today, I received a beautiful "Save the Date" card for my friend's wedding. It had a small sticker on it and it advised you to put the sticker on your calendar as a reminder. Unfortunately, I cannot put a sticker on my phone.

The other thing that has been bothering me about this compact calendar is that it doesn't list out important holidays like Easter and St. Patrick's Day. I forget about these holidays and need to have them previously entered for me. This whole calendar thing might just be the only thing that I don't absolutely love about my iPhone. Otherwise, it is still one of the greatest gadgets ever made.

Cooking Is Hazardous

This Saturday, after a day of cleaning and sewing, I decided that I was actually going to cook dinner for once. I had the entire night ahead of me and hadn't made any plans that I would have to rush for. I decided to make cheeseburgers on the George Foreman grill and headed out to grab a few things at the grocery store. On my way to the grocery store, I saw a bunch of police officers blocking off the road. They were standing outside of their cars with their lights going. Thinking nothing of it, I headed into the store.

A few minutes later, after I had picked up lettuce and hamburger buns, I walked out of the store ready to cook dinner. I saw the cop cars again and realized that there were more cars down the street. I turned around to look up the street and noticed a huge construction crane. I just thought that there was some construction work being done and they were blocking off the street. It sure didn't look like they were doing very much but standing there anyway. Just as I rounded the corner from the store, I heard a huge crash. As I turned around to look, I saw people running. Ohhh my goodness, I thought, the crane just fell!

Read the full news story here from The New York Times. This is why it is unsafe to cook! I won't be doing that again for awhile, that's for sure.

"Health Care" Bills

Last October I reluctantly went to the foot doctor. My foot had been itchy for quite some time and I had given up on over the counter creams and remedies. I have to mention here that I hate going to the doctor. This foot doctor ended up being quite a sham. She made me get X-Rays (for an itchy foot), looked at my foot for under 2 minutes, prescribed a cream and sent me on my way to the pharmacy. When I arrived at the pharmacy, I asked for the cream and was about to hand over my debit card until I heard the total - $160.00! $160 to put on my feet? Yeah, I don't think so. I didn't end up buying the cream but used some cream that my mother gave me and my foot cleared up in a weeks time, not the 6 months that the doctor had predicted.

Here we are over 6 months later and I am receiving bills of $900 for her "foot care." Do you know that she charged me $250 to ruin my pedicure and clip off a piece of my toenail to look at it? That is just rude. Thankfully for me, I have insurance (which she already billed) and I am not responsible to pay all of that bill.

Speaking of bills - the Health Care Reform Bill has been passed this week. Even after trying to read up on it and what it actually means for me, I remain confused as it all sounds a little convoluted and wishy washy. I hope that the bill makes sure to look into the awful doctors that overcharge for a minimal amount of lackluster quality work. I will be sure to stick to home remedies and over the counter medicines from now on. All of these ridiculous medical bills are making me crazy. Maybe that is the point. The foot doctor sends you all of these bills until you finally snap and have to go and see her friend the Psychologist. Doesn't sound like "Health" or "Care" to me!

Spring Pimp Outfits

This morning on the train I noticed that even though it was a rainy day, most people seemed to be wearing new Spring outfits. There was one man, however, that looked like he was dressed up to go find the hookers he managed. He was wearing what looked to me like a full blown pimp suit - at 8 in the morning!

The suit was black with bold white pinstripes, he wore a white shirt with a silky red tie over it. There was a white pocket square folded neatly into 3 points. He tacked the tie down with a rhinestone tie tack, and wore black and white shoes to compliment the pinstripes in the suit. The best thing about the entire outfit was that the man was carrying a cane that had an 8 ball topper on it. Now if that isn't a pimp outfit, I don't know what is!

Was this guy just really excited for Spring or did he really manage hookers? Who knows. I do know that I have already seen a bunch of women wearing their new Spring dresses that barely cover their bum. Maybe this pimp guy saw a few too and thought that he could wrangle them in.

Blame It On The Phone Company

On Saturday night, my Gay Boyfriend and I headed out to an open bar for a fashion photography event at Element in the Lower East Side. Whenever I am in the LES, I think about Birthday Boy whom I actually liked a little and then sent crazy text messages to so that I made sure he wouldn't talk to me again. Since this was an open bar, I got a bit too tipsy for my liking (not as tipsy as the girl who vomited all over the dance floor). I decided to rest my feet for a little and sit down at a table. What is the first thing that you do when you sit down alone at a table? Yes, pick up your cell phone and pretend to check your non-existent messages.

The next thing that I did, I am blaming on AT&T, my wireless provider. This phone company has given me a lot of crap (wouldn't let me upgrade to an iPhone for over a year, etc) and this is another strike against them. I had cellphone service. Usually, when you really need to make a phone call, there is no service. When you want to send a mean text message to a person that you shouldn't send a text message to, there is always service. I am proposing that between the hours of 2 am and 5 am that all phone service gets cut off. There is nothing good that can come from anything sent or spoken between those 3 hours.

Since AT&T not so kindly gave me service while I was sitting at that table, I typed out the most ridiculous text message ever. It said "I don't know what my problem is, but I still think about you and frankly it pisses me off." What was I thinking? Well, I wasn't and it is all my phone service provider's fault. If I wouldn't have had service I wouldn't have made him truly believe that I am a crazy girl that sends mean texts at 2 am.

Just in case my phone company screws up again, I am deleting his # out of my phone...

Spring Has Sprung

Yesterday was the first official day of Spring, finally! I was so excited to finally be enjoying the first of many gorgeous days ahead. How did I celebrate the sunny skies? Well, by outdoor drinking of course! One of my favorite things to do is to have lunch outside and boy watch in the city with a drink in hand. Everyone was outside enjoying the weather and showing off their favorite new Spring outfits. Before sitting down to a late lunch in the West Village, I walked all over the city. I walked from my apartment downtown all the way to about 20th and then looped back down to 14th on the West Side. There is nothing like just walking around this city on a sunny day.

After the walk and brunch, there wasn't anything else to do except for drink more and then go shopping. You need to make sure to stock up on your new Spring wardrobe items while you are happy and tipsy, it always makes spending the money a lot easier. I helped my gay boyfriend find the best new pieces and helped him to adopt a new color into his closet of black tee shirts - white tee shirts.

All of this Spring talk was also making me want to freshen things up. I was thinking about getting a haircut and a few highlights. Randomly, at one of the bars that we had gone to we were talking to two guys. The conversation of Blondes vs. Brunettes had come up and his answer was quite interesting. He said "I would take a hot brunette over a hot blonde any day." I am not sure if he was saying that because I am obviously a brunette but after he explained himself, it seemed to be quite insightful. He said that blondes are always hot because of their hair. It is something that has been programmed into men's brains to think the word hot right before the word blonde. He said that when he thinks that a brunette is hot, she is really hot, no pre-programmed questioning needed. No matter where you stand on the blondes vs. brunettes battle, I am thoroughly confused. Needless to say, this random bar guy has made me question my hopes of sunny highlights to brighten up my hair for Spring.

Lucky Leprechauns

St. Patrick's Day always brings out the crazy in the city. Fortunately, after work yesterday, I got to be a part of it. My friends and I headed to Jack Dempsey's in Midtown. As soon as we walked in, we were bombarded with a sea of people in green shirts, holding green beer, yelling green things, and falling over into other green wearing people. That is a whole lot of green. When we ventured upstairs, we met a group of Irishmen that flew to New York to celebrate St. Patty's Day. Why would you fly from Ireland to New York to celebrate an Irish holiday you might ask? Well, I have no idea, but I am happy that they came to NYC since they were buying the drinks!

After doing a celebratory shot of Jameson, yuck, we continued to drink green beer (Bud Light in a green bottle - it's close). Later on in the night I got the cutest text message from my mother warning me to "Be careful because there are Leprechauns out." I cheekily (and a little tipsily) replied "Yes, but they have little pots of gold on them!"

I hope that everyone enjoyed their St. Patty's and I hope that everyone finds their little Pot-O-Gold, even if it is behind a weird little man with red hair dressed in a green suit :)

Tabloid Peeping Toms

I rarely ever buy the tacky tabloid magazines with the exception of when I am laying on the beach. I find that I feel a little childish when I go to pick one up so I make sure to throw in some candy, drinks, and a bunch of other things to cover up my purchase. I know that a lot of people do it, I just have a thing about it. I do, on the opposite hand, love E! Entertainment TV and tune in almost every night without being bashful about it. I usually proclaim that to be my news station.

Even though I don't buy the celebrity filled mags, if I ever sit next to someone on the train who is paging through one, I always look. Tonight on the train, a woman was flipping through her OK Magazine at a moderately fast pace. The women on either side of her were both looking at the tabloid with her. While not friends with her, they felt the need to peer over her shoulders to check out what is going on with the Kardashians and Brangelina (Don't get me wrong, I was looking too). The one woman even went so far as to huff and puff when the woman holding the magazine flipped the page to quickly. She shook her head in dismay and looked away for all of a few seconds before she tuned back in.

What is it about these magazines that makes us feel like we can read them alongside of the actual owner? I never try to read the book of another person but I definitely glance over when it is one of these. Is it because we are too ashamed to actually buy them ourselves and really die to read them or is it because of all of the pretty pictures and big font? I can't wait to be laying on the beach when not much matters, even your reading material.

Work Out Less

I read an article this weekend about working out and exercising - 2 of my least favorite subjects. However, this was an amazing article about how to work out for a shorter amount of time and get better results. So let me get this straight - I can work out for half of the amount of time and get skinnier than before? Sign me up!

How is this possible you ask? Apparently, you work out harder for half of the amount of time. Start fast and finish fast. While you are on the treadmill, start by jogging, not walking. After 2 minutes, increase the incline. After another 2 minutes, increase your speed. For one minute, really push yourself but after that minute, run again for 2 on the incline. Before, you would have walked for a few minutes, jogged for a few, ran a little, and then walked again. This is working smarter and harder and getting better results by doing it. Anything that I can do to reduce the amount of time that I am in the gym I am so into! Gotta get into that bathing suit...the warmer weather is on its way.

Thank you Glamour Magazine (April Issue)!

The Rain Is Over!

It has been raining in New York City since Friday. Not just a little bit of rain, a down pour of raindrops and gusting winds to make it even worse. I ventured out yesterday in the rain to have a late lunch at Morandi. I got ready for lunch and did my hair. Of course, wouldn't you know it, that my hair looked amazing. I didn't do anything to it that I don't normally do, but it looked damn good. And then I went outside. Thank goodness that the restaurant is only a few steps away from the subway. I felt like I was going to be blown off the street in the 2 short minutes that I was outside. The food was absolutely fantastic and very much worth coming out in the bad weather for.

This morning when I woke up and it was still raining outside. When I looked out of my window I noticed that it was even hailing! Ughh another day of being stuck I thought. Nope, lucky for everyone in this city, by 11 am (daylight savings time - don't forget to turn the clocks ahead) the sun was shining and the rain was finished. I bet that when I do my hair today it won't look as good as it did yesterday when I left the apartment - that's just the way things go when it rains.

Ugg Sandals?

Since it is finally a little bit warm in the city, I have been thinking about Spring shoes. It might be a little too chilly to wear sandals yet but that doesn't mean that I can't dream about them! While flipping through my Vogue magazine, I caught a glimpse of the cutest sandals ever. They have a silk flower print scarf that wraps around the ankles atop a leather sandal. I got so excited about them until I saw the brand name - Ugg.

Ugg sandals? Ugg the one that makes the super comfy shearling boots that I love to wear in the snow? Yep, these super cute sandals are Ugg. See for yourself - the fuzzy boots that we love now have an amazing Summer counterpart.

Buy Them!

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A Lesson In Boysketball

Last night, a bunch of girlfriends and I went to Madison Square Garden to watch the kickoffs for the Big East Basketball tournament. I was so happy to sit and enjoy a beer at the game after a long day at work that I forgot how big and enjoyable that the beers really were. I always end up craving them so much that I drink them a little too fast...which makes for the most fun right?

Along with Beers and Basketball come Boys :) Some are cute, some are funny, and some are drunk and annoying. We were sitting behind a bunch of the cute boys for the second game and chatting with them. A drunk and annoying boy from behind us decided that he wanted to talk to one of my friends. After he asked her where she was from over 5 times, we decided that it was time for him to leave. He wasn't getting the picture even when my friend was blatantly ignoring him (I wouldn't have left if I were him either, she's pretty cute). The cute guys in front of us had been asking us to go to a bar with them after the game which we had declined since it was getting late and we had to be at work early the next day. After getting frustrated with the situation, I said to one of the cute guys "We will go out with you guys if you can find a way to get this guy out of her hair." Bad idea...

Lesson #1: Don't dare a guy to make another guy leave a pretty girl alone

Lesson #2: Don't ask a drunk guy to leave any sort of situation that he is in.

Lesson #3: Guys will always want to "take it outside" when they can so that they can show how macho they really are

Lesson #4: Don't be the dumb girl and not realize that the guy would really do what you had asked him to and would start a fight even if you were joking when you asked.

Lesson #5: Don't let the cute guy down and not go out with him and his friends after he showed you all how macho he was.

Have I learned from these lessons? Probably not...

Are You Really Being Nice?

Tonight, as I was settling into my seat on the train, the girl beside me standing by the doors started to wave to someone running to catch the train. She quickly tried to put her arm in between the closing doors but pulled it out just before they clamped her appendage between them. She gave the guy outside a look of "Ohh well, I tried but didn't want to sacrifice my arm for you to catch the train. She smiled and turned around.

Just at that same moment, a woman who had been watching as intently as I had been made a comment to the girl. "So you were going to hold the door so that random guy could catch the train and make us all late?" she asked harshly. "Yes," she responded. "I was just trying to be nice." The older woman bitterly said "Well how about trying to be nice to the other 1,000 people on the train and don't hold us up."

Was the mean old lady right?!? Is it nicer to hold the door for one random stranger to catch the train or is it nicer to just ignore them running towards it and not hold the door for them, keeping everyone else on time? Who knows, there could be someone on the train waiting to meet a sick loved one or a person rushing to meet their wife in labor. The guy running for the train could also be the guy who is rushing to cure cancer or something. He could also be your future husband. So which is nicer? The moral of the story is to stand in the middle of the train so that you don't have to debate whether to hold the door or not.

Drink Until He's Cute

This weekend I celebrated St. Patty's Day 2 weeks early with the rest of New York and New Jersey in Hoboken. We had so much fun (with the exception of the ride on the Path Train) drinking beer and hanging out on one of the first days above 40 degrees. It was 50 and absolutely amazing! We were decked out with all of the best St. Patty's gear including green plastic beer mugs, shamrock necklaces and St. Patty's themed t-shirts. My t-shirt was a huge hit since it said "Drink Until He's Cute." I did meet quite a few cute guys...or did I?

It is always an issue when you are a little too tipsy to remember if the guy you were talking to was cute or not! Maybe not one of my best ideas ever. I also have to give a shout-out/thank you to the guy who's hat I ended up with. It was a traditional St. Patty's hat and just looked so cute on me. Unfortunately I forgot to give it back to him since I liked it so much. Thanks :)

There's No Tomorrow?

Tonight, while finally relaxing after a long day at work, a commercial for beer caught my attention. No, not because it was such a tough day, but because of the phrase in the commercial. The voice over said that we want to "Live like there's no tomorrow." Yes, I know you have heard it before but I was more caught off guard by what he said after that. "Then why do we make plans?" This kind of reminds me of yesterday's post.

Is it a bad thing to make so many plans and be so scheduled? Probably if the plans stress you out more than anything, but otherwise no. When I make a plan to do something I get excited about it and await in anticipation for the event to arrive. If something is really fun, it's like waiting for Christmas, so exciting that it makes you a little giddy, even if you are over the age of 10 years old. However, the beer commercial still holds true. How can you live like there's no tomorrow if tomorrow has something really fun scheduled for 3:00?

Maybe the better phrase to follow is "Live for today, but tomorrow is going to be pretty amazing too."

Overbooked

Why is it that everyone plans things on the same day? It is like all of your friends and potential dates get the message that "Thursday is the Day" or "Friday is it" and they pick that day to plan an event or an outing. I feel like this happens to me way too often.

I am a planner by nature so I usually say "yes" to the first offer for the day. I am also a person who cannot make a decision very easily so I usually waver on my choice for a little while. I usually find that the last offer is the best and most fun, however, I have already made plans for the first event and hate to cancel and disappoint anyone. Isn't it funny how all week you can be bored out of your mind with no plans (unless you consider watching the Millionaire Matchmaker to be a plan like I do) and then all of a sudden, one day is completely packed with party hopping and event jumping.

This also reminds me of dating. I can be dateless for awhile, no one around to take me to dinner or a movie until I just get so fed up that I call the boy who has been bugging me for 2 months to go out. The very second that I make plans with the person that I didn't really want to go out with, the boys that I did want to date send a call my way. It is also usually for the same day too so you are forced to cancel or reschedule.

What are we supposed to do? It is hard to cancel on pre-made plans, however, when something really fun comes up it is hard not to want to go. Now I understand why people say that there should be more hours in a day and more days in the week - It would give us more time to spread out our plans!

The Bachelor - Doomed Again

Tonight I watched The Bachelor Finale, which was absolutely awful. Jake, the sexy but dorky pilot ended up picking Vienna, the blonde temptress instead of Tenley, the sweet brunette. Hair color aside, I still didn't agree with Jake's decision. What was he thinking? Vienna didn't get along with anyone in the house. Granted, it is difficult to get along with a bunch of girls who want to date the same guy but if you can get along with them, it says wonders about your character.

I was so disappointed in Jake's choice tonight. I know that he continued to say that "there wasn't a spark with Tenley" but the movie He's Just Not That Into You explains that a spark is a made up thing that guys use to get out of explaining how they really feel. Honestly, I understand that he might have felt more for Vienna, but she was the least favorite of the girls. Can 80% of America really be wrong on this? How doesn't he see what the rest of us see? Vienna just seems like a bad apple. I hope that Jake proves us all wrong and marries Vienna and stays with her forever, although I don't believe that is really going to happen. Since he will be joining the Dancing With The Stars cast next season, I think he will fall in love with his dancing partner and leave Vienna for her...Just a thought.