Last night I went to the Black Keys concert at the Summer Stage in Central Park. The band, even though I hadn't known who they were before that night, was amazing! I had such a fun time on my date, however, at first it was a bit awkward. The beginning of dates are always tricky until people get a little more comfortable with one another. The beginning of this date was super strange since it was at a concert. Since I didn't know any of the words, it's not like I could sing along (not that I wanted to anyway) but I didn't want to just stand there. I looked out to the crowd to see what they were doing. The only thing that I noticed was a sea of bobbing heads. Up and down, up and down to the guitar and the drums. It was quite hilarious.
Since i felt more uneasy bobbing my head and singing, I swayed a little. I didn't want to just stand there and make my date think that I didn't like "one of the coolest bands out there right now." He would have thought that I was unappreciative for the ticket. All in all it was a great night and I honestly didn't mind swaying to the beat amongst a sea of bobble heads.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Where's My Sparkler?
Recently, my sister got engaged. Since I have been so excited about it, I have obviously been running around telling people about it. When someone asks me "What's new?" I respond with an overly enthusiastic "My sister just got engaged!" and continue to tell the story of where, when, and how awesome her fiancé is. Unfortunately, most people have been responding in a similar way...
They ask me "Sooo, when is your turn?" as they look down at my hand and point out the fact that I don't have an engagement ring. Since I'm not looking to get engaged anytime soon (let me work on the boyfriend part first) I have come up with a few clever responses.
- "I'm working on curing cancer first, then I'll think about getting a husband."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Nope, but a girl can dream right?"
- "I don't need a diamond to prove anything. Just look at my cell phone - there are enough diamonds on there to buy me some time!" Yes, I'm THAT girl who has a bedazzled phone cover.
- "Who needs a fiancé when you have shoes that don't talk back?"
- "Maybe when pigs fly. You don't see me throwing bacon or pork chops in the air do you?"
Like I said, I am so excited for my sister, but I do have to say that she's now put the "Cursed Christmas Eve Question" on my shoulders. Let's hope my response is a little nicer...since it is church and all ;)
Congrats Sister and Soon-to-be Brother in law!!!
They ask me "Sooo, when is your turn?" as they look down at my hand and point out the fact that I don't have an engagement ring. Since I'm not looking to get engaged anytime soon (let me work on the boyfriend part first) I have come up with a few clever responses.
- "I'm working on curing cancer first, then I'll think about getting a husband."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Nope, but a girl can dream right?"
- "I don't need a diamond to prove anything. Just look at my cell phone - there are enough diamonds on there to buy me some time!" Yes, I'm THAT girl who has a bedazzled phone cover.
- "Who needs a fiancé when you have shoes that don't talk back?"
- "Maybe when pigs fly. You don't see me throwing bacon or pork chops in the air do you?"
Like I said, I am so excited for my sister, but I do have to say that she's now put the "Cursed Christmas Eve Question" on my shoulders. Let's hope my response is a little nicer...since it is church and all ;)
Congrats Sister and Soon-to-be Brother in law!!!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Dickhead The DJ
Last night a group of friends and I went to the Thompson Hotel in the Lower East Side. We were relaxing on the roof which had gorgeous views of the city along with comfy couches. I had a mini celebrity sighting - Tucker Max, the author of I hope They Serve Beer In Hell. I have blogged about that book before and if you haven't read it already, please go and get it. Unfortunately I didn't say hello to him. Kind of regretting that now since I really want to hear how crazy he really is directly from the source.
Anyways, my friends and I were dancing as soon as the DJ stepped up the music a little bit. He intermittently played really bad songs that no one could dance to and I was getting pissed. I went up to him and requested some Beyonce - who can't dance to that? He told me no and then I asked him if he was worried that people wouldn't dance to it. He replied "I could play a lot of shit that people would dance to, but I won't.". I replied "Yeah, I noticed!" and walked off the dance floor.
Suddenly the skies opened up and it started to pour. There were a few people out on the terrace that came rushing inside. There was a handful of drunk girls that went rushing back outside to literally dance in the rain. They were having such a blast. When the rain stopped, they came back inside to dance. The DJ was on a roll for about 20 minutes an everyone was having a great time. There were dance offs, dancing on peoples shoulders, and other crazy moves. Then, the DJ decided to play another shitty song yet again. The entire floor cleared off and a ton of people left the bar. In the words of my friend "He's so bad even the wasted girls left."
When we left the bar, another one of my friends decided to tell the bouncer that the DJ was awful. We hoped the message would be passed on somehow. Despite the shitty DJ the evening was memorable. Drunk girls dancing to bad music in a downpour is quite hilarious!
Anyways, my friends and I were dancing as soon as the DJ stepped up the music a little bit. He intermittently played really bad songs that no one could dance to and I was getting pissed. I went up to him and requested some Beyonce - who can't dance to that? He told me no and then I asked him if he was worried that people wouldn't dance to it. He replied "I could play a lot of shit that people would dance to, but I won't.". I replied "Yeah, I noticed!" and walked off the dance floor.
Suddenly the skies opened up and it started to pour. There were a few people out on the terrace that came rushing inside. There was a handful of drunk girls that went rushing back outside to literally dance in the rain. They were having such a blast. When the rain stopped, they came back inside to dance. The DJ was on a roll for about 20 minutes an everyone was having a great time. There were dance offs, dancing on peoples shoulders, and other crazy moves. Then, the DJ decided to play another shitty song yet again. The entire floor cleared off and a ton of people left the bar. In the words of my friend "He's so bad even the wasted girls left."
When we left the bar, another one of my friends decided to tell the bouncer that the DJ was awful. We hoped the message would be passed on somehow. Despite the shitty DJ the evening was memorable. Drunk girls dancing to bad music in a downpour is quite hilarious!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Facebook Friends
What is it about facebook that promotes friendships with people that you do not really know or care about? In the beginning, you search for everyone that you can possibly find so that you don't feel like the loser with 3 friends total. As you become more integrated into the network, you realize that there are some random people on the website that you don't know who they are and they try to "friend" you. Obviously you don't accept because they are weirdos.
What about the people that you kind of know, through someone else (like an ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend) If they request to add you and they don't really know you and you don't really know them - do you accept? You know that they are just trying to see your profile and your pictures. You don't have anything to hide but you don't want to give them the satisfaction or the tools with which to judge you.
It is so confusing whether to friend this non friend or not. For now, I am keeping them in the pending friend box. No need to decide right this second - or ever.
What about the people that you kind of know, through someone else (like an ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend) If they request to add you and they don't really know you and you don't really know them - do you accept? You know that they are just trying to see your profile and your pictures. You don't have anything to hide but you don't want to give them the satisfaction or the tools with which to judge you.
It is so confusing whether to friend this non friend or not. For now, I am keeping them in the pending friend box. No need to decide right this second - or ever.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Can't Type
I am barely writing this. Even my fingers hurt. I am sore at every joint, muscle, and bone. Don't go to the gym...it's dangerous.
David Barton Is A Jerk
Who is David Barton? Well I technically haven't met him at all and I don't know if he is a real person or not. David Barton the gym sucks, however. David Barton the gym is going to make me unable to move tomorrow. Here are a few things that I found out about David Barton the gym today.
- When someone suggests Interval Training since you said you would like a class, they are usually wrong.
- Interval training is the worst thing ever invented.
- I don't know anyone that wants to or is excited to do 3 reps of 10 push ups after 30 minutes of running, high kicks, weights, and a stepper.
- When you ask me how it's going and I have sweat dripping down my blood red face and I'm panting similarly to a dog, I might try to shoot imaginary laser beams into your eyes
- No, I don't like squats. Not even if you turned up the Michael Jackson song to get
"pumped up."
- If I come out of the class looking like I just wrestled a grizzly bear, what do you think my answer to "Would you like to join our gym" be?
- $125 a month to feel like you are about to collapse does not sound like a bargain to me.
- Don't try to entice me with "all of the cute guys." This is Chelsea dumb ass. They are all gay.
- "Well at least it doesn't matter what you look like when you come or if you sweat too much" is not an appropriate follow-up to the afore mentioned bullet.
- David Barton - I. Hate. You.
- And. Your. Gym.
- When someone suggests Interval Training since you said you would like a class, they are usually wrong.
- Interval training is the worst thing ever invented.
- I don't know anyone that wants to or is excited to do 3 reps of 10 push ups after 30 minutes of running, high kicks, weights, and a stepper.
- When you ask me how it's going and I have sweat dripping down my blood red face and I'm panting similarly to a dog, I might try to shoot imaginary laser beams into your eyes
- No, I don't like squats. Not even if you turned up the Michael Jackson song to get
"pumped up."
- If I come out of the class looking like I just wrestled a grizzly bear, what do you think my answer to "Would you like to join our gym" be?
- $125 a month to feel like you are about to collapse does not sound like a bargain to me.
- Don't try to entice me with "all of the cute guys." This is Chelsea dumb ass. They are all gay.
- "Well at least it doesn't matter what you look like when you come or if you sweat too much" is not an appropriate follow-up to the afore mentioned bullet.
- David Barton - I. Hate. You.
- And. Your. Gym.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Guatemala!
Last night, my girlfriends and I went out for a few drinks in my hometown. Of course a few drinks turned into a few too many drinks and it all started when some guy offered to buy those few too many drinks for us. This some guy is named Luis and I still do not know what his friend's name is even after he said it multiple times. Luis and his strange friend came over to our table and threw down a $20 bill. He smiled and said that the money was for us "muy Bonita ladies.". We thankfully accepted the money and made Luis use it to buy us shots and drinks. Fortunately in my hometown $20 is enough to buy 4 ladies and 2 guys shots and beer and still have enough left over for a few rum and cokes.
After the shots we decided that it would be a great idea to scream the word Guatemala! at the top of our lungs. Luis was from Guatemala and absolutely loved this and continued to chant with us after every cheers and sip of our beers. Needless to say, Tiffany, Maggie, Audra, and Lisa (of course we played the fake name game) were quite drunk by our 7 millionth chant and we were ready to leave Luis and his creepy friend. Thankfully the other guy friends that we were with at the bar decided to play along and call us by our fake names. Unfortunately in the rush to leave the bar, it's always better to rush out if you have made a complete ass of yourself, we all forgot each others fake names. Here are a few things I learned last night that hopefully you all find to be useful when you decide to get drunk with girlfriends and Guatemalans.
1) Don't forget your fake name. You don't look credible when you dont answer to your name.
2) Don't make your name too hard for everyone to remember (ahem, Audra). Stick with Jane or Suzie, it's just easier that way.
3) Whenever you are presented with the opportunity to have a drink on someone elses tab, take that opportunity.
4). When the guy that is buying you drinks suddenly gets creepier than you remember them to be, this is your moment of clarity. You only have a five minute window to realize that you shouldn't accept more free drinks an you should start talking to a new guy.
5). Screaming Guatemala! at the top of your lungs feels great. Try it sometime. Preferrably by yourself so you don't annoy everyone else in the bar.
6). Throw in a fist pump with your chant. It makes it more powerful and, yes, even more fun.
7). Hitting signs with beer bottles is a hilarious game. Sorry for littering and not recycling.
8). Laughing with your girlfriends is always a great idea, no matter what stupid ideas you have while you are all together.
Loves to my ladies! Thanks for a great weekend. GUATEMALA!!!
After the shots we decided that it would be a great idea to scream the word Guatemala! at the top of our lungs. Luis was from Guatemala and absolutely loved this and continued to chant with us after every cheers and sip of our beers. Needless to say, Tiffany, Maggie, Audra, and Lisa (of course we played the fake name game) were quite drunk by our 7 millionth chant and we were ready to leave Luis and his creepy friend. Thankfully the other guy friends that we were with at the bar decided to play along and call us by our fake names. Unfortunately in the rush to leave the bar, it's always better to rush out if you have made a complete ass of yourself, we all forgot each others fake names. Here are a few things I learned last night that hopefully you all find to be useful when you decide to get drunk with girlfriends and Guatemalans.
1) Don't forget your fake name. You don't look credible when you dont answer to your name.
2) Don't make your name too hard for everyone to remember (ahem, Audra). Stick with Jane or Suzie, it's just easier that way.
3) Whenever you are presented with the opportunity to have a drink on someone elses tab, take that opportunity.
4). When the guy that is buying you drinks suddenly gets creepier than you remember them to be, this is your moment of clarity. You only have a five minute window to realize that you shouldn't accept more free drinks an you should start talking to a new guy.
5). Screaming Guatemala! at the top of your lungs feels great. Try it sometime. Preferrably by yourself so you don't annoy everyone else in the bar.
6). Throw in a fist pump with your chant. It makes it more powerful and, yes, even more fun.
7). Hitting signs with beer bottles is a hilarious game. Sorry for littering and not recycling.
8). Laughing with your girlfriends is always a great idea, no matter what stupid ideas you have while you are all together.
Loves to my ladies! Thanks for a great weekend. GUATEMALA!!!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Bus Bummer
I am on the bus headed home to Pennsylvania. I had a really busy day at work and was excited to get on the bus, listen to some music and relax. Of course that was until a humongous guy sat next to me. This guy, besides being too large for one seat, smelled like he dumped a bucket of disgusting cologne on himself. He decided to get out his laptop and make himself comfortable. As he typed, he continually hit me with his elbow. Just what I needed I thought - a smelly guy next to me (I still haven't decided if smelling bad or smelling like bad fragrance is better) taking up my personal space.
When he started to fall asleep and bump into me every time that he nodded off, I just shook my head. It is just silly to me that he has no idea that falling asleep into a random person on the bus isn't fun for that random person - me!
At least he was quiet I thought as I checked my emails. He could have been a chatty guy that doesn't stop asking you random questions even though you only answer with one word answers. Unfortunately the guy beside me has gas and passes it while he sleeps. I would have preferred the chatty guy right about now...
When he started to fall asleep and bump into me every time that he nodded off, I just shook my head. It is just silly to me that he has no idea that falling asleep into a random person on the bus isn't fun for that random person - me!
At least he was quiet I thought as I checked my emails. He could have been a chatty guy that doesn't stop asking you random questions even though you only answer with one word answers. Unfortunately the guy beside me has gas and passes it while he sleeps. I would have preferred the chatty guy right about now...
Monday, July 12, 2010
Talk To Yourself
"Hi! How are you?" said the woman behind me on my walk to work. I looked at her and she looked a little crazy so I didn't say anything, just smiled.
"Hellooooo?" she questioned.
I turned around and said "Hi" this time.
"I'm good okay!" she yelled at me.
I turned around again and sped up hoping to cross the street and leave the crazy lady stuck at the light. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful and I got stuck at the light beside her. To my dismay she continued talking to me but I wasn't even answering her back.
A short while later I realized that she was on her hands free cell phone and hadn't been talking to me (or herself) the entire time. Now I felt like the crazy one!
That's the thing about the popularity of the hands free phones. They make normal people on their hands free phone look like crazy people talking to themselves. It also makes the crazy people who really are talking to themselves seem a little more sane now. Everyone else is running around this city talking to themselves - why can't a crazy lady do the same?
"Hellooooo?" she questioned.
I turned around and said "Hi" this time.
"I'm good okay!" she yelled at me.
I turned around again and sped up hoping to cross the street and leave the crazy lady stuck at the light. Unfortunately I was unsuccessful and I got stuck at the light beside her. To my dismay she continued talking to me but I wasn't even answering her back.
A short while later I realized that she was on her hands free cell phone and hadn't been talking to me (or herself) the entire time. Now I felt like the crazy one!
That's the thing about the popularity of the hands free phones. They make normal people on their hands free phone look like crazy people talking to themselves. It also makes the crazy people who really are talking to themselves seem a little more sane now. Everyone else is running around this city talking to themselves - why can't a crazy lady do the same?
Friday, July 9, 2010
The Perfect Magazine
Since I moved into my new place, I have been trying to decide which magazines to subscribe to. Here are a few things that I think about the current magazines out there.
Vogue - Every girl just has to have this one because every other girl always has it. The articles and ridiculously expensive clothing and accessories come up in conversation quite often. If you want to feel in the loop, make sure to get it.
Glamour - I previously ordered this subscription and had it transferred to my new place. I used to like it until they put Vanessa Hudgens and 2 kittens on the front cover. Nothing against Vanessa Hugens but the cats are just ridiculous. I am canceling tomorrow.
W - The original reason that I subscribed to this magazine was because it was humongous. Now I find it difficult to read and hold because it is so big. I wasnt going to renew awhile back but then they did the David and Victoria Beckham spread and I was hooked for life.
Elle - I hate that they are on The City and pretend to hire Olivia Palermo. She isn't even on the masthead. She doesn't work there. I hate them for being gamers and I hate that Joe Z is the new fashion director and they kicked Nina Garcia out. Bad move guys.
Marie Claire - Way to recognize talent and pick up Nina Garcia. Thank goodness you didn't get stuck with Joe Z and a bad reality tv show.
In Style - This is a magazine that I really love due to the fact that I can pick it up and flip through it in 10 minutes. They have great clothes and accessories and don't bother with the super long articles. Always a good beach read. Usually if there are articles in magazines I need to read them from cover to cover. Thanks for making this one easier.
Allure - I never really looked at an Allure before today at the gyno's office. It was the only normal magazine sitting there among the baby and parenting magazines. I almost screamed with excitement when I saw it after thinking I would have to sit in the doctors office and twiddle my thumbs while waiting. Thank you for making my time a bit less boring while learning about the new spring pastel nailcolors. No, I didn't care that it was 4 months out of date.
The New Yorker - Way too many words for one person to read. It is also the tiniest font ever!
Happy summer magazine reading ladies!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Swinging Chandeliers
What is it with men these days? Or since the beginning of time? When you think that they are going left, they go right. When you are sure they are going right, they head dead center. There is no way to figure out what they are thinking and when you think that you have - you thought wrong.
I expected to walk into my apartment today and see my new chandelier hung up. The Super made it pretty clear to put a mark on the ceiling where I wanted it and then he would hang it up for me. I did just that. A big black sharpie X on my ceiling. I still have a big black sharpie X on my ceiling and no chandelier. When I texted and asked him about it he responded with "may I ask who this is?". How many chandeliers does this guy hang on a day to day basis?
You never know what. Guy is gonna do or which way he is gonna swerve. You can't even ensure that he does what you want him to do even if some part of your rent check goes toward his salary. Really ridiculous. Let's hope tomorrow I can see my chandelier.
I expected to walk into my apartment today and see my new chandelier hung up. The Super made it pretty clear to put a mark on the ceiling where I wanted it and then he would hang it up for me. I did just that. A big black sharpie X on my ceiling. I still have a big black sharpie X on my ceiling and no chandelier. When I texted and asked him about it he responded with "may I ask who this is?". How many chandeliers does this guy hang on a day to day basis?
You never know what. Guy is gonna do or which way he is gonna swerve. You can't even ensure that he does what you want him to do even if some part of your rent check goes toward his salary. Really ridiculous. Let's hope tomorrow I can see my chandelier.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fireworks
Sorry that I have been out of touch for the past week. I melted in this 90+ degree weather and wasn't able to type. Now that I have adjusted to the heat (it's still really freaking hot) I am happy to be back.
I love the 4th of July. It might be one of my favorite holidays. It is the celebration of Summer. All of my 4th of July's have been fun and magical - the Fireworks help with that. There is something about large bursts of fire that just seem awe inspiring to me.
We celebrated starting on the 3rd of July with a trip to the beach. The sun was definitely fun and the drinks were definitely flowing. The next day, after we all recovered through the morning, we got together for a cookout on the roof and to watch the NYC fireworks. There were plenty of guys at the party and also at the beach the day earlier. Because of these guys I realized that I am the most complicated girl ever.
There happened to be a few gorgeous, smart, well rounded, nice guys that I met. I chose to find the one with the girlfriend to be the most interesting to me. Did I like him better because he was off limits? The other guys were just as cute and much more available. I like a challenge. Why the hell do I like a challenge? I didn't think I was a competitive person. Yes I like to challenge myself, but that is to better myself and not to chase an unavailable guy. Why didn't I just like the other hot guy that I could date for awhile, get engaged in a few years, get married, and live in a house in the country with our 2 kids. Ohh yeah, I don't think I want all of that. I want complicated and a challenge. What the hell is wrong with me?
Despite my revelation that I am the most complicated person ever, the fireworks were fantastic and, yes, magical.
I love the 4th of July. It might be one of my favorite holidays. It is the celebration of Summer. All of my 4th of July's have been fun and magical - the Fireworks help with that. There is something about large bursts of fire that just seem awe inspiring to me.
We celebrated starting on the 3rd of July with a trip to the beach. The sun was definitely fun and the drinks were definitely flowing. The next day, after we all recovered through the morning, we got together for a cookout on the roof and to watch the NYC fireworks. There were plenty of guys at the party and also at the beach the day earlier. Because of these guys I realized that I am the most complicated girl ever.
There happened to be a few gorgeous, smart, well rounded, nice guys that I met. I chose to find the one with the girlfriend to be the most interesting to me. Did I like him better because he was off limits? The other guys were just as cute and much more available. I like a challenge. Why the hell do I like a challenge? I didn't think I was a competitive person. Yes I like to challenge myself, but that is to better myself and not to chase an unavailable guy. Why didn't I just like the other hot guy that I could date for awhile, get engaged in a few years, get married, and live in a house in the country with our 2 kids. Ohh yeah, I don't think I want all of that. I want complicated and a challenge. What the hell is wrong with me?
Despite my revelation that I am the most complicated person ever, the fireworks were fantastic and, yes, magical.
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