NYC Therapy

I am hanging in this evening (for once) and catching back up on my fave reality shows. As I am writing this, I am watching NYC Prep, a show on Bravo about teenagers that live in the city and live like adults. Even though Sebastian is driving me nuts with his "I like to hook up with tons of girls" and "Why not date more than one girl" and he is 16, the show actually had a good point tonight.

PC is shown going to a therapist and he says that everyone in New York has a therapist. I actually like the fact that he says this (whether he is told to say his lines or this is actual "reality") because I think a lot of young kids have a different view of going to a therapist. They might see it as shameful to speak to a therapist because that means that they "have issues" or some other silly idea like that. This is a show that is targeted towards an age group that can highly benefit from speaking to someone like a therapist. Teenagers go through so much in school with other people pressuring them and just having so many changes in their lives, that it is always good to have someone to talk to. Even though I think the show is silly (yeah, I'm still watching it) this is a little bright spot.

Pool Shark

On Sunday night, after a quick shower to wash away all of the sweaty gay men, I met up with Jeff Not Gay. We were supposed to see a movie but since he was a little late, we missed the earlier show. Instead, we went to my roof deck and sat outside to drink some wine and relax. 10 minutes later, it started to rain...I couldn't catch a break with this one.

Thankfully, my building has a nice Mezzanine area with couches and pool tables. We headed downstairs to enjoy the rest of our wine. We talked for the longest time which was really nice. Then, we decided to play a round of pool. I have to point out that I am one of the worst pool players on the face of the earth. Add a few glasses of wine and I am THE WORST pool player ever. After saying that, I am feeling even worse that I actually won a game of pool against Jeff Not Gay. When I won the first game, Jeff said that he is super competitive and wanted to play another game. I won again. I honestly wasn't even trying to win, I just did, mostly by accident - which is even worse! This brings up the question, should a girl let a guy win sometimes? It's not that I tried to win, but I did. He joked about how he got beat by a girl but was he joking or did he really feel bad that he lost? I didn't think any less of him, I was just thinking about how fun it was. Maybe next time I will let him win :)

Vogue!

After work tonight, I went to the Standard Hotel. The restaurant just opened about a week ago and the place was packed. I was having the best time chatting with my friends at the bar and then we sat down to dinner. Dinner was actually less than appetizing. I am sorry to say this as I was very excited to see what the menu would be like. Even as I bit into my Foie Gras and lambchops I wondered what they had intended it to taste like.

As I walked to the restroom, I glanced at the floor. The floor was unexpectedly made of pennies. The place literally breathed money! It was a great technique and quite inventive. Another amazing discovery that happened was when I looked up as I got lost trying to find the ladies restroom. When I glanced ahead at the table in front of me, I spotted Anna Wintour, Editor in Chief of Vogue and my idol! I could barely believe my eyes! She was perfect, every hair in place, her shift dress perfect for the occasion. I couldn't help but grin like a kid in a candy store as I headed down the stairs to the restroom. I love this city!

After dinner, we stopped in at Morandi and then made our way to Apotheke. Both places were fun and exciting, however, I decided to be mature for once and head home to get a better night's rest for the next work day. Even if I don't get any sleep, this night was totally fun and absolutely unforgettable!

Gay Pride Parade

On Sunday afternoon, I saw the most asses and boobs that I have ever seen in my life. This was because of the Gay Pride Parade that went throughout the day on 6th avenue. To begin my day, I was at brunch and thought that things would be a little more calm. Because the parade didn't end until later, I thought that all of the interesting people would be after 4pm. I was wrong. My day included a guy wearing gold spandex that left little to the imagination, men wearing women's clothing and speedos and women wearing pasties with full body fishnet outfits.

As we walked through the Village, we continued to see people dancing and carrying on, even if they were in the parade or not. It was a bit of a shame that all of those gorgeous body building men didn't even care to look at me twice. I felt like the ugly duckling in a crowd of fabulousness!

Broken Record

Last night my friend and I went to a rooftop party at Cipriani Wall Street. I was so excited to go because I love that place and the drinks were free! It was such a gorgeous night (finally!) because not only could you see the stars but you weren't shivering outside. The party was pretty full when my friend and I got there but got pretty packed after awhile. You could barely move to get towards the bar. We mingled and talked to a few guys but there wasn't anyone really that interesting there.

One guy asked us where we were going after the party. Not planning to really head anywhere else, we shrugged. The guy asked us if we had ever been to One Oak. I had been before and I decided to tell him that while it was fun, I felt like I was going to get hurt there. When I was there awhile ago, we sat at a table with a bottle. They put us on these risers or large stairs and it was so high that it went to the ceiling. It was really fun but the more I drank, the more I felt like I was going to fall off the stairs. So I told him this story, we talked awhile, and then parted ways.

Another guy, not too much later came up to us and the conversation went in the same direction. "What are you ladies doing after this party?" Again, the same thing happened. We shrugged and then he suggested One Oak! I, not being that interested in being my witty self, just said the same thing about the risers and how I felt like I was going to fall down them while I was drinking. Awhile later both boys came back over to say hello. Both of them asked us, again, where we were going after the party. Then we talked about how they had both asked the same question earlier. They were friends and had asked the same question. However, I had also given them the same story. I had sounded like a broken record.

Note: Come up with a different story and something new to say for everyone that you meet. It makes you look like less of a loser.

The Cutest Guy

When I was rollerblading this morning along the West Side Highway (yes, I Rollerblade and no, it is not 1990) I saw the cutest guy ever. I do not mean the cutest as in the guys that were playing basketball with their shirts off. I mean the cutest by the cutest old man I have ever seen. He was strolling in the park wearing a blue seersucker suit, a light pink tie, a leather driving cap, and wing tipped shoes. I love that there are people that take pride in getting dressed nicely. He could have been going to lunch or just been taking a walk but he got dressed up to do it.

I am so happy that it is finally not raining! I spent almost all of my day outside today catching back up on my tan and just enjoying not having to juggle an umbrella with everything else.

Cinderella in the City

Last night I went out to enjoy a few drinks with some people from work. Since I work with some really fun people, we had a bit of a ridiculous time. We began the evening after a stressful day at the office on 35th street at the roof deck of Hotel Metro. Even though the food was not that great, the drinks were much needed (The food arrives to your outdoor table in to-go containers that are barely filled with the tiny appetizers with a big price). After drinking for an hour or two, we all decided to go our separate ways, however, that didn't happen. As we were walking to the nearest avenue, we heard someone singing quite badly - Karaoke!!!

Not the type of people to pass up a good karaoke session, we piled into the bar. As we were belting out Spice Girl songs and Rich Girl by Hall and Oates the laughing and drinking persisted. I highly doubt that we sounded as great as we thought they did especially since the DJ stopped taking out karaoke requests. This was definitely discussed at lunch today when we pieced together the evening.

Because some of us still were not finished "relaxing" from our long day, we hopped in a cab to go downtown to the Thompson Hotel to celebrate another co worker's birthday. I am now in love with that place! It is sooo cool and very chic. In the cab, I had sat on something hard when I first got in. Guess what it was...A gorgeous black open toed Gucci shoe!!! I desperately looked around the rest of the cab for the other one but was unsuccessful. I was so angry since the shoe fit "like a glove" as I so drunkly yelled after I tried it on. I feel very bad for the girl who lost her shoe. A Cinderella moment for her, not so sure. I hope that she didn't step out of the cab onto the New York sidewalk without a shoe. She would not only have lost a shoe but also picked up hepatitis. I am going to post it on the Lost and Found pages on CraigsList because I would want someone to do that for me if I ever lost a shoe. If I would have found the other shoe I don't think that I would have been so nice...

The Bat Mobile

I am finally letting all of you know about my date on Wednesday night. As I had last posted, it was 9:00 and I was waiting for him to pick me up. At 9:30 he called and said that he was waiting outside for me just as I was about to gnaw off my fingers because I was so hungry. As I walked outside there were a line of black sedans waiting for their passengers. Really excited, I called him and said that there was a line of black cars, which was he in? He said "Are you wearing green? Walk down the street a little. I am the one with the top down." As I walked down the street I felt like I was in a movie when I saw the car that he was sitting in. That movie is James Bond. It was the hottest Mercedes convertible I had ever seen and it looked faster than the Bat Mobile. Things were starting to seem a little too good to be true - amazing guy, very nice, cute, and an awesome car? Does that really happen? It sounds a little materialistic but the great car made me like him a little bit more than I already did.

We went to Bond Street for dinner which was phenominal. The conversation was great too; we talked about everything and there wasn't ever an awkward pause (I hate those). After dinner we didn't really want to go our separate ways yet so I told him about one of my favorite little places. It is a hidden bar called Apotheke. We had a drink and then were dancing. He is NOT a good dancer. I knew it was too good to be true...he can't dance. I guess if that is the only thing that is a bit of a let down, I will take it. As he drove me back to my apartment in the Bat Mobile I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. It was a little chilly, but my seat had a heater :)

Strange Days

I was going to write about my date. I was also going to write about my night out with my friends from work. However, I feel like it is inappropriate due to the circumstances. Today felt like the weirdest day ever. First, Farrah Fawcett dies. Then, Michael Jackson dies. What a ridiculously awful and historic day. Who would have ever expected all of this to happen in the matter of 24 hours?

Hungry

I am writing this post at 9:00 pm. I am waiting to go to dinner at Bond Street with Joey. I met Joey about 2 weeks ago at The Plunge at the Gansevoort Hotel. He finally called and wants to go out for dinner. We are supposed to meet up for dinner at 9:30...I am about to faint. I am so hungry. I will have to make sure not to drink anything before I get some food or I will get instantly drunk....that would be a major dating disaster!! I will let you all know how it went tomorrow.