A lot of things are going through my mind right now concerning jobs, and traveling. However, I am still going to postpone those discussions to tell you about my weekend in NYC for Cambouri’s bday!
First Lesson I learned on my trip: NEVER EVER TAKE CHINATOWN BUS!
By all means, take Vamoose, book Grey Hound for the same price online, or splurge and take Acela…it is never ever worth the agony and pain for $15 less.
Ten and I met at Starbucks in Chinatown. As usual, I was a stress ball (my nickname from Freckles and Ten), anxiously staring at my watch as we only had 40 mins to make it to the bus (the bus was located 2 blocks away and in my mind, after my many travels in foreign countries, I have learned that you are never “safe” until you are actually on the bus.) We bought our snacks and water and after a horribly scaring incident in the Starbucks bathroom where I was unable to actually pee do to said experience and a uncharacteristically pleasant incident using the Chinatown bus bathroom which in comparison to Starbucks was spotless) we were bladder-emptied, safely seated on the bus without a hitch.
5:30 pm- Chinatown bus leaves on time. (WHAT! I know…) So we were off to a great start, till 10 mins later we found ourselves in nose to tail traffic. We crawled away for the next 2 hours, Ten listening to music and getting a call from his boss about possible full time position (as his current position is technically “Intern”), and I was reading my newly purchased “Glamour” and at the exact same time as Ten got his call, I got a call from a Hotel in West Hollywood (which is another story). 2 Hours and 15 mins later: I notice the front of the bus starts turning around with eyes wide open in horror, surprise, shock and other emotions that apparently are felt when a person sees massive plumes of smoke coming out the back of the bus. Yes, Massive Black Plumes of Smoke.
7: 45 pm: We pulled off of into a deserted parking lot off of Exit 87. Our bus was dead...
This was the dead time, we were all questioning, wondering what was happening, reviewing the situation, checking out exactly how stranded we were (3 miles to nearest gas station)...
9:15 pm: At this point, there was still no helpful information coming from the driver, the passengers began to actually make friends with their neighbors, GASP! Some great questions coming from the peanut gallery included, “So how long do you think we will be sitting here? Do you expect another bus is coming? Has this happened to you before? Do you think we will be forced to start a Bus Gang and mug passersby for food and water for the rest of our lives?” (true real life question)
The hunger and thirst began to overcome us, and rather than reenact the Donner Party, someone had the great idea to figure out that we were stranded off Exit 85 and the closest Pizza Hut was at this number. Immediately, everyone was on their cell phones, phone calls sounding like, “Hi, I am with that stranded bus group off exit 85, I’d like to place an order for delivery.”
10:00 pm: 2 hours and 15 mins from smoke billowing incident, the 7:30 chinatown bus showed up next to us. Most of us where ecstatic! Another bus has come!! But of course, it was an almost full bus that only allowed the first 10 people on. As Ten and I were not the first ten people on the bus and did not feel like stampeding the passengers in front of us, we watched with sadness as our bus emptied slightly and the 7:30 went on to the Big Apple without us. Luckily the melancholy mood on the bus did not last that long, because unlike the Titanic, the lack of space on the 730 bus did not mean death, and the pizza showed up as the 730 bus was departing! YAY!
The gnawing in our bellies was finally satiated as a slightly confused pizza delivery woman came onto the bus to provide us with 8 pizzas, lots of water and sodas (to note: Chinatown bus did not pay for any of this).
Highlight of the evening was the girl sitting behind me, realizing that she would not be making it to the big apple in time for the party she was attending pulled out 2 bottles of Kettle One and proceeded to pass it around the bus!! PARTY on the stranded Chinatown bus!!
After the pizza and vodka was finished we settled in for a movie. Good old Chinatown bus driver (still not providing us any information, ominously put a movie on, we hoped it wasn’t a sign of exactly how long he was expecting us to stay) and unfortunately for us, 15 mins into the movie, the bus battery died…as the lights dimmed, the heat slowly dissipated, we wondered if maybe our bus was fated to end like poor Lyuba (the 40, 000 year old Baby mammoth found perfectly in-tact after being frozen in Russia).
But luckily for us only 45 mins later at
11:00 pm: Our recovery bus arrived. We pryed our frozen hands from our neighbors that we had huddled close to for warmth and we made it onto the bus. The entire bus (luckily not the driver) fell directly asleep. I awoke around 1:45 am as the bus was careening into New York City. I assume the bus was going at 80 miles an hour through the Lincoln Tunnel, I grabbed onto Ten's hands for dear life as each bump in the road caused the bus to catch air and land and continue on a death hurtle towards the Big Apple. But to our delights, the bus did not crash into the big apple, it stumbled its way to Penn Station, where the nightmare was almost over.
Instead of trekking to 110th St. to Cambouri’s house we stayed with Ten’s friend who lived nearby in the Village. 3:00 AM finally came and we found ourselves being offered reclining chairs to rest our heads….hmm…had I not been so tired I would have protested but beggars can’t be choosers. We awoke the next morning with cricks in our necks and a very tired disposition, which took 2 cups of coffee to begin to cure. And a long subway ride for me to get very very lost on which definitely woke me up.
My recommendation number 1:
YUCA BAR in the Village was amazing. The best brunch for only 12.95 it included mimosa (bloody mary or screwdriver) and coffee and tea and the most delicious Huevos Rancheros.
I met my long lost friend from Arizona (we will call her LT), and Cambouri for this fabulous brunch. LT and Cambouri had their eggs scrambled while I got mine over-easy. They came on top of a black-bean quesadilla with guacamole, green huevos rancheros sauce, salsa and sour cream. AMAZING!!
We spent 2 hours catching up on life, men, and jobs (The 3 necessities) and laughing (possibly due to the mimosa & my sleep deprivation, and possibly due to my pleasure to see both LT and Cambouri).
After brunch, Cambouri and I gallivanted across the city, seeing different sights, and hanging out. We bought some accessories for the night and of course the “shorty” bottle of Grey Goose to drink while we got ready. After spending some re-cooping time on Cambouri’s couch I made a mistake, I did not have the 3rd cup of coffee I would need to stay up for the rest of the evening…
Lesson 2: Always drink a cup of coffee before you go out! Especially if you are sleep deprived already!
After taking the subway ride into the city for the 4th time in one day, we ended up at another one of
Blonde Features Recommendations for NYC on a budget:
Cooper 35 – Asia Pub. This restaurant was located in the East Village on Cooper street.
The $4 dollar drink menu was amazing ( we drank Sea Breezes all night out of large glasses with Bobo Tea type straws) and nothing was over $7 dollars and most was like 5 or 6 and they all came with individual portions of rice. It was amazing! The bill was insanely cheap for the 12 people who came to dinner.
After the chaos of dining with 12 people, we made our way by Cabs to Lucky Jacks, A bar in the East Village. Um, I wouldn’t exactly put it on my list as it was crowded, too hot in the basement area where we were, I was also so tired that Ten was leaning me up against a wall for most of the night, as my eyes drooped lower and lower. Finally, after my insistence that I was fine, I wasn’t tired, and I would no way want to sleep on the reclining chairs again…I was magically placed in a cab (I think I had fallen asleep) and whisked away to the reclining chair of my choice. I ate a little bit of pizza from Joe's which as I remember was very good and slowly drifted to sleep in a reclining chair that decided to not recline that night. I awoke at 6 am with a tummy ache, another crick in my neck and the thought that I would rather wake up, and go get on the train to Poughkeepsie (our next stop to visit my parents) and sleep on the train then spend any more time in this hell. However, I managed to fall back asleep.
My alarm went off at 10am and after much coxing & swearing that I was a fool for making plans so early, (mostly coming from Ten), I got him out of his reclining chair, packed up and headed on our way to our last stop, Poughkeepsie.
My parents just moved to Poughkeepsie which is a small town in upstate NY about 2 hours by train. We hung out with my parents, Ten and my dad watched the football game, we went to a great dinner (the Culinary Institute is located there) and finally got my mom, the dog, Ten and I out of Poughkeepsie and onto home.
So that was my weekend trip to NYC.
I blame the Chinatown bus for ruining my weekend due to lack of sleep I did not get to stay out as late as I planned celebrating with Cambouri and friends. But there will always be a next time and I know better now than to trust my weekend with Chinatown Bus and I hope this is a warning for a future commuters!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Nightmares or scary movie scripts trying to claw their way out of my brain?
Do you guys ever get those nights where you go out have 2 drinks, end up tipsy ( not drunk) decide to go to bed early so you can wake up refreshed, but really spend the whole night tossing and turning and having crazy dreams that you remember the next morning quite vividly and still wake up hungover and tired with a headache? That was me…I guess there is another weird random thing about me….
1. I get nightmares, reoccurring dreams where I spend the whole night screaming in different scenarios (whether I am fighting with someone or scared I spend the whole night in my dream screaming), and I have chatter dreams where I stay up all night having these dreams where my inner monologue decides to walk out of my brain and stand in front of my bed and have a conversation with me all night.
Last night it was a chatting dream. Those are the ones I get when I go to bed tipsy and I am worried about being tired for work the next morning. Last night I spent the whole night, dreaming that I was at this concert on a hill, and I was there with friends, and we met these very very cute boys like hot boys and one of them liked me and he kept asking me to go out with him, and I kept saying no because I had a boyfriend, and that was how I spent the whole night, denying myself a hot sex dream with a godly looking man crush because I am so loyal to my boyfriend that not even in my sleep will I cheat on him... but I did steal one kiss or maybe two in the eight hours I was asleep, I wasn’t that good….
I get freakishly wierd nightmares, please find below some of my most recent nightmares:
1. I call this one “Dead Dogs” Because I am basically on a quest to save the world, of course, from this disease that I am immune to (I was also in another country when it hit, kinda “I AM Legend” But before "I am legend" came out, I promise) and find myself walking uphill along an avenue towards a castle, and every few mins, a see a dead dog lying on the ground, then another, then 2, then 3 and soon I am walking on dead dogs because they are covering the street, and then dead people start become mixed in with dead dogs…I think that is when I wake up…
2. I dreamt that Ten and his family and my family are staying at this cottage in the countryside somewhere. Another country takes over the United States by sending an airborne disease around the country, knocking out all the military and the president etc. and they go around rounding up people putting them in concentration camps (WW2 style). But since we were in the countryside away from the big cities we just know what is going on via radio and we all think we are safe, until 2 weeks into the occupation, they discover our hidden cottage in the countryside and round us up separating Ten and I. and then I wake Up.
- I used to dream that a man would stare at my roommates and I through the air conditioner vent in our rooms. Even though we don’t have air conditioner vents, we have radiators.
- One of my favorite nightmares are the paralysis ones. I just bought an eye mask for when I sleep with Ten and he stays up all night reading. Ten usually takes it off me when I fall asleep (usually to wear it himself because he thinks the street lamps are too bright), however I drove him to the airport one morning super early and came home and put it on to sleep. In my dream, I imagined that I was trying to wake up and discovered that I had been bound and gagged, totally paralyzed unable to move my arms or scream for help. So I am trying to scream, open my eyes, and trying to bang on the wall behind my head which is shared with my roommate to wake her up so she can come save me. I swear there is a man at the bottom of my bed watching over me till finally I wake myself up and pull off the mask with a rush of adrenaline and relief when I realize it was all just a dream.
- Another great one was the dream I had where a cobra had gotten loose in my room and I couldn’t get to my cell phone to call 911 and I swore it had gotten into my bed, and I woke up in a fit, threw all the blankets off my bed, jumped onto the floor and ran to the lights and turned them on all before I realizing that I had been sleeping and there probably wasn’t a cobra in my bed.
- My All Time Favorite reoccurring nightmare/dream:
On occasion, I have this dream that begins right as I am semi-conscious mood. I dream that I am walking down some stairs usually in a garden but sometimes just on the street and I will misstep and fall like a whole flight of stairs. Instead of actually falling, I have this whole body tremor thing where my whole body shakes, moving the bed about three inches in both directions, simultaneously, I bolt upright saying “I’m Falling!” and basically scaring the shit of Ten who is quietly reading next to me.
I have this weird tremor thing on occasion, so it is getting to the point where Ten is on edge the whole time he is reading waiting for the moment where I will convulse as if the Devil himself has, at that very moment, decided to jump into my body and reenact numerous scenes from the Exercist. It’s like once I close my eyes, he hears the Jaws music begins to play, ‘duh nu, duh nu, duh nu duh nu duhnuduhnu…..DAAA!” and sometimes Jaws appears and sometimes he does not.
So I was going to blog about other things but I some how started thinking about my dreams and decided to share a few of my faves.
Anyone else have wierd dreams? or have that whole body tremor thing that scares the shit out of your partner?
1. I get nightmares, reoccurring dreams where I spend the whole night screaming in different scenarios (whether I am fighting with someone or scared I spend the whole night in my dream screaming), and I have chatter dreams where I stay up all night having these dreams where my inner monologue decides to walk out of my brain and stand in front of my bed and have a conversation with me all night.
Last night it was a chatting dream. Those are the ones I get when I go to bed tipsy and I am worried about being tired for work the next morning. Last night I spent the whole night, dreaming that I was at this concert on a hill, and I was there with friends, and we met these very very cute boys like hot boys and one of them liked me and he kept asking me to go out with him, and I kept saying no because I had a boyfriend, and that was how I spent the whole night, denying myself a hot sex dream with a godly looking man crush because I am so loyal to my boyfriend that not even in my sleep will I cheat on him... but I did steal one kiss or maybe two in the eight hours I was asleep, I wasn’t that good….
I get freakishly wierd nightmares, please find below some of my most recent nightmares:
1. I call this one “Dead Dogs” Because I am basically on a quest to save the world, of course, from this disease that I am immune to (I was also in another country when it hit, kinda “I AM Legend” But before "I am legend" came out, I promise) and find myself walking uphill along an avenue towards a castle, and every few mins, a see a dead dog lying on the ground, then another, then 2, then 3 and soon I am walking on dead dogs because they are covering the street, and then dead people start become mixed in with dead dogs…I think that is when I wake up…
2. I dreamt that Ten and his family and my family are staying at this cottage in the countryside somewhere. Another country takes over the United States by sending an airborne disease around the country, knocking out all the military and the president etc. and they go around rounding up people putting them in concentration camps (WW2 style). But since we were in the countryside away from the big cities we just know what is going on via radio and we all think we are safe, until 2 weeks into the occupation, they discover our hidden cottage in the countryside and round us up separating Ten and I. and then I wake Up.
- I used to dream that a man would stare at my roommates and I through the air conditioner vent in our rooms. Even though we don’t have air conditioner vents, we have radiators.
- One of my favorite nightmares are the paralysis ones. I just bought an eye mask for when I sleep with Ten and he stays up all night reading. Ten usually takes it off me when I fall asleep (usually to wear it himself because he thinks the street lamps are too bright), however I drove him to the airport one morning super early and came home and put it on to sleep. In my dream, I imagined that I was trying to wake up and discovered that I had been bound and gagged, totally paralyzed unable to move my arms or scream for help. So I am trying to scream, open my eyes, and trying to bang on the wall behind my head which is shared with my roommate to wake her up so she can come save me. I swear there is a man at the bottom of my bed watching over me till finally I wake myself up and pull off the mask with a rush of adrenaline and relief when I realize it was all just a dream.
- Another great one was the dream I had where a cobra had gotten loose in my room and I couldn’t get to my cell phone to call 911 and I swore it had gotten into my bed, and I woke up in a fit, threw all the blankets off my bed, jumped onto the floor and ran to the lights and turned them on all before I realizing that I had been sleeping and there probably wasn’t a cobra in my bed.
- My All Time Favorite reoccurring nightmare/dream:
On occasion, I have this dream that begins right as I am semi-conscious mood. I dream that I am walking down some stairs usually in a garden but sometimes just on the street and I will misstep and fall like a whole flight of stairs. Instead of actually falling, I have this whole body tremor thing where my whole body shakes, moving the bed about three inches in both directions, simultaneously, I bolt upright saying “I’m Falling!” and basically scaring the shit of Ten who is quietly reading next to me.
I have this weird tremor thing on occasion, so it is getting to the point where Ten is on edge the whole time he is reading waiting for the moment where I will convulse as if the Devil himself has, at that very moment, decided to jump into my body and reenact numerous scenes from the Exercist. It’s like once I close my eyes, he hears the Jaws music begins to play, ‘duh nu, duh nu, duh nu duh nu duhnuduhnu…..DAAA!” and sometimes Jaws appears and sometimes he does not.
So I was going to blog about other things but I some how started thinking about my dreams and decided to share a few of my faves.
Looks like the entrance to my brain at night :)
Anyone else have wierd dreams? or have that whole body tremor thing that scares the shit out of your partner?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I am a Jean Shopping Goddess
Good morning friendly blog readers:
One thing that I did not put on the 7 random things about me that should have been number one is :
I have a Jean Obsession. Not just any type of Jean, but let me tell you about my favorite friends in order of my personal preferences and the amount current sitting in my jean drawer that has had to expand to a jean chest and a summer/cropped jean box hiding till summer comes back:
1. Paige Denim (1 pair, my current nighttime favorite)
2. Rock and Republics (2 pairs, my old nighttime favorite, must be altered as I have lost weight, again! and a cropped pair for summer fun)
3. Citizens of Humanity (1 Pair, my NEWEST FABULOUS PURCHASE THANKS TO CUSP!)
3. J Brand Jeans (1 Pair, my white pair because you can't go all summer without white jeans)
3. Adriano Goldschmid (AG Jeans) (2 Pairs, 1 Current daytime favorite, 1 Old daytime fav)
6. Joes Jeans (3 pairs, Old day and night fav's, again must be altered due to weight loss issue)
7. Sevens (2 pairs, trusty day pair and corduroy because sometimes you want that crunchy look and still be fabulous)
8. Lucky's (not really designer but i still like them) , ( 2 pairs, My boyfriend style jeans that I do love for hikes in the woods and daytime wear only)
(I have others but as they are not designer they are solely for laundry day).
So on that note: I Must speak to my new Citizens and my friend Richard at the Cusp retailer near me:
Thank you, Thank you my dear Cusp store (convienently located next door) for the sale that brought my new Arrowhead citizens to me. They will be accompanying me to New York where they will be making my already fabulous bottom (have I mentioned my favorite assest is my ASS! which may explain the jean obsession) look hot and chic at any East Village Club I may be attending Saturday evening. Please see below for pictures of new fabulous pair that I must say at the low low price of $75 I would suggest you run, not walk, to your nearest Cusp store or check out Google.com for some of the amazing jean sales that are currently going on at online retailers near you.
I will also be at your service for any jean questions you may have. I can tell you about all of the above Jean brands, including my knowledge that:
1. Jeans made of %100 cotton will stretch out (Sevens unfortunatly has such problems)
2. Jeans made with 98% cotton and 2% elastin hold their shape much more efficiently (take Paige denim, and AG jeans, and my newest pair of citizens)
3. 1% elastin does hold shape well but can lead to saggy butt syndrom so if possible please wash after every 2 wearings (please include J Brand Jeans, Rock and Republics, and Lucky's in that category).
4. I can tell you that Paige denim is the best jeans for say, larger girls, I did not say Fat, I am saying larger which is not bad, some girls are not size 24 and have to have every jean altered, but they will do your slightly larger ass look say "juicy" vs. "saggy".
5. For smaller, petite girls Please check out: Frankie B Jeans (watch for plumber butt syndrome as those are dangerously low, and as I have enough to worry about I stay away usually), as well as J brand, and AG jeans which all fit me quite fabulously.
So those are my hints to start you all on your Jean Quest. Good Luck and I wish you Good Sales!
Oh there was this really cute pair of Taverniti Jeans but as I am new to the brand and am poor I only bought one...another day another pair of jeans.
One thing that I did not put on the 7 random things about me that should have been number one is :
I have a Jean Obsession. Not just any type of Jean, but let me tell you about my favorite friends in order of my personal preferences and the amount current sitting in my jean drawer that has had to expand to a jean chest and a summer/cropped jean box hiding till summer comes back:
1. Paige Denim (1 pair, my current nighttime favorite)
2. Rock and Republics (2 pairs, my old nighttime favorite, must be altered as I have lost weight, again! and a cropped pair for summer fun)
3. Citizens of Humanity (1 Pair, my NEWEST FABULOUS PURCHASE THANKS TO CUSP!)
3. J Brand Jeans (1 Pair, my white pair because you can't go all summer without white jeans)
3. Adriano Goldschmid (AG Jeans) (2 Pairs, 1 Current daytime favorite, 1 Old daytime fav)
6. Joes Jeans (3 pairs, Old day and night fav's, again must be altered due to weight loss issue)
7. Sevens (2 pairs, trusty day pair and corduroy because sometimes you want that crunchy look and still be fabulous)
8. Lucky's (not really designer but i still like them) , ( 2 pairs, My boyfriend style jeans that I do love for hikes in the woods and daytime wear only)
(I have others but as they are not designer they are solely for laundry day).
So on that note: I Must speak to my new Citizens and my friend Richard at the Cusp retailer near me:
Thank you, Thank you my dear Cusp store (convienently located next door) for the sale that brought my new Arrowhead citizens to me. They will be accompanying me to New York where they will be making my already fabulous bottom (have I mentioned my favorite assest is my ASS! which may explain the jean obsession) look hot and chic at any East Village Club I may be attending Saturday evening. Please see below for pictures of new fabulous pair that I must say at the low low price of $75 I would suggest you run, not walk, to your nearest Cusp store or check out Google.com for some of the amazing jean sales that are currently going on at online retailers near you.
I will also be at your service for any jean questions you may have. I can tell you about all of the above Jean brands, including my knowledge that:
1. Jeans made of %100 cotton will stretch out (Sevens unfortunatly has such problems)
2. Jeans made with 98% cotton and 2% elastin hold their shape much more efficiently (take Paige denim, and AG jeans, and my newest pair of citizens)
3. 1% elastin does hold shape well but can lead to saggy butt syndrom so if possible please wash after every 2 wearings (please include J Brand Jeans, Rock and Republics, and Lucky's in that category).
4. I can tell you that Paige denim is the best jeans for say, larger girls, I did not say Fat, I am saying larger which is not bad, some girls are not size 24 and have to have every jean altered, but they will do your slightly larger ass look say "juicy" vs. "saggy".
5. For smaller, petite girls Please check out: Frankie B Jeans (watch for plumber butt syndrome as those are dangerously low, and as I have enough to worry about I stay away usually), as well as J brand, and AG jeans which all fit me quite fabulously.
So those are my hints to start you all on your Jean Quest. Good Luck and I wish you Good Sales!
Oh there was this really cute pair of Taverniti Jeans but as I am new to the brand and am poor I only bought one...another day another pair of jeans.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
4 x4 = 24 so we win right?
As I have been over the past couple weeks, I am super stressed out about the impending sale of the hotel. It will actually be sad not to see my my crazy nutball co-workers every day, after next week. I will have to write a farewell entry discussing memorable events in my year in this sales office. But enough about that because I am stressed out enough:
Tuesday Tutoring! Last night was the second week. I shadowed another tutor. I shadowed the cutest first grade boy (unfortunately his tutor was not as cute as the boy was). Basically I just watched and kinda helped a little bit while we did homework and worked on basic addition and subtraction (not my strong point).
So memorable Blonde Feature Quote of the night: "4 x 4 = 24 , so I win"
Story:
Does anyone remember that game 24 from when we were younger. It may have been a DC PS thing but it basically is a card game that helps practice quick addition/subtraction/multiplication/division. So i put an example below. But the object of the game is come up with as many ways as possibly to make 24 using any sort of the above arthimatic. Well the card I had had a 4 and a 4 and a 2 and a 6. So I am showing Ole Miss (this is my friend who does tutoring with me) how to play and I pick up the card and I am like, " this was my worst nightmare as a kid. I could never do it right. "
Ole Miss: "How does it work?"
BF: "well, basically, you try and make 24, so 4 x 4 = 24, so I have one way.."
There was no calling me out or anything. Ole Miss just let that comment fade into the infamous BF quote hall of fame.
I walked away as i was assigned to a kid. I can only imagine Ole Miss' crying in her head for the poor kid I was about to try and teach math too...
Tuesday Tutoring! Last night was the second week. I shadowed another tutor. I shadowed the cutest first grade boy (unfortunately his tutor was not as cute as the boy was). Basically I just watched and kinda helped a little bit while we did homework and worked on basic addition and subtraction (not my strong point).
So memorable Blonde Feature Quote of the night: "4 x 4 = 24 , so I win"
Story:
Does anyone remember that game 24 from when we were younger. It may have been a DC PS thing but it basically is a card game that helps practice quick addition/subtraction/multiplication/division. So i put an example below. But the object of the game is come up with as many ways as possibly to make 24 using any sort of the above arthimatic. Well the card I had had a 4 and a 4 and a 2 and a 6. So I am showing Ole Miss (this is my friend who does tutoring with me) how to play and I pick up the card and I am like, " this was my worst nightmare as a kid. I could never do it right. "
Ole Miss: "How does it work?"
BF: "well, basically, you try and make 24, so 4 x 4 = 24, so I have one way.."
There was no calling me out or anything. Ole Miss just let that comment fade into the infamous BF quote hall of fame.
I walked away as i was assigned to a kid. I can only imagine Ole Miss' crying in her head for the poor kid I was about to try and teach math too...
Later that night, we had the boyfriends meet us at Jaleo for their first introduction (always very awkward because we all know boys just do things differently).
Jaleo's half pitcher red wine Sangria is amazing and for only 12 dollars you cant beat it!! Us girls got drunk and the boys awkwardly chatted with each of us instead of the group...um...typical boy introduction behavior...anyways...
Ole Miss asked for some more "Wed Wine" and I totally called her out on it. and she was like well i was going to let this go but nice "4 x 4 = 24 comment today..."
Some part of me had an inkling that I had gotten that wrong earlier and we both cracked up laughing!!! We had a lot of fun, us girls did anyways, and I am so excited for a possible girls trip to visit London in Miami!
Promise to keep you updated on any changes but if anyone can figure out a way for me to get someone to pay for me to travel around the world I promise to take you with me.
Will Write Funny Travel Articles for Plane Tickets to Hong Kong....
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Dear "Love Doctors":
I am fed up. I have had it with your opinions and judgements on what is good and what is not good for my relationship with Ten. I know we have maybe done things differently than most couples, but hey, when it comes down to it, I am still with my boyfriend and more in love than ever, you guys on the hand....umm...not so much. (Sticking my tongue out at you)
Now please listen:
When Ten and I first moved to DC from California we lived at my parents house.
It’s not like your average household. My mom has been renting out the rooms in our house since she and my dad became empty nesters. Not just to anyone, but usually between the ages of 23-26, anyone my mom could take to happy hour, make dinners for, go to philly with, and basically substitute my sister and I for. Our house is actually known as the Hotel “Insert my Last Name” by many people in the DC area that have at one point or another stayed at my house. Apparently there is even a facebook group out there, that I have yet to join.
So back to the main story, Just because Ten and I lived together for 6 months when we first moved here does not, in any shape or form mean, that we MUST live together for the rest of our lives, because as one person so nicely put it when told we would be moving into seperate apartments, “Isn't your relationship moving backwards?”
Ten and I decided, to the chagrin of you “love doctors” not to “live” together (we do live in the same building and that adds a whole other element I will get to). It was surprising the comments I received from people, as if I should be worried about my relationship with Ten. Not everyone is dying to get married at 23, not that I don’t want a shiny ring to look at everyday, and not that I don’t want to marry Ten, but we are 23, do we have to commit ourselves forever? Can’t we just enjoy the way things are? And when things maybe start to get boring, or when we are ready for the next step then can we get married? It's not like we can even afford a house and definitly kids are not on the way anytime soon.
I am sick to death of people thinking I am weird for being ok with the fact that Ten does not want to get married till he is 26. What is so wrong with living in the same building and not actually living together? Why did my relationship decidedly move backwards when we didn’t move in together after we lived together (IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, may I remind you)?
The question I am posing to you all is, at 23 is there really such a rush to nail down that ring and notarized paper that says, what little money Ten and I have must be shared? Would it be so wrong if we took jobs in different cities because it just might be better for the individual or am I required to constantly think about my boyfriend or be scrutinized by others as my relationship might be failing?
To all you worried folks out there about my relationship with Ten…Please do not worry. Ten and I could not be more perfect if Romeo and Juliet actually lived at the end. Ten and I are more in love than we have ever been before, more in sync, and just infatuated with each other. We discuss marriage, we both want to, but we want to do it on our terms. Please stop making me feel like I must push for that ring. I don’t need that ring, I just need Ten right now.
Ten and I might have to make a hard decision which may involve long distance. My friend Freckles said to that, “why would you do long distance, why don't you move with him. Don’t you want to be with him?”
My answer to her and all other inquiring voices is, sometimes it is not always about him, sometimes it’s about me and at 23 that is ok!
Thank you for listening to my rant. I hope we all learned something. Please don’t judge a relationship that you are not in. I know I do that too (and frequently) but Ten and I are ok. We are better for not living together (he has not killed me for the mess that I call my room) and I don’t kill him for staying up all night reading (and by all night I mean past 10:30).
Love,
BF
I am sick to death of people thinking I am weird for being ok with the fact that Ten does not want to get married till he is 26. What is so wrong with living in the same building and not actually living together? Why did my relationship decidedly move backwards when we didn’t move in together after we lived together (IN MY PARENTS HOUSE, may I remind you)?
The question I am posing to you all is, at 23 is there really such a rush to nail down that ring and notarized paper that says, what little money Ten and I have must be shared? Would it be so wrong if we took jobs in different cities because it just might be better for the individual or am I required to constantly think about my boyfriend or be scrutinized by others as my relationship might be failing?
To all you worried folks out there about my relationship with Ten…Please do not worry. Ten and I could not be more perfect if Romeo and Juliet actually lived at the end. Ten and I are more in love than we have ever been before, more in sync, and just infatuated with each other. We discuss marriage, we both want to, but we want to do it on our terms. Please stop making me feel like I must push for that ring. I don’t need that ring, I just need Ten right now.
Ten and I might have to make a hard decision which may involve long distance. My friend Freckles said to that, “why would you do long distance, why don't you move with him. Don’t you want to be with him?”
My answer to her and all other inquiring voices is, sometimes it is not always about him, sometimes it’s about me and at 23 that is ok!
Thank you for listening to my rant. I hope we all learned something. Please don’t judge a relationship that you are not in. I know I do that too (and frequently) but Ten and I are ok. We are better for not living together (he has not killed me for the mess that I call my room) and I don’t kill him for staying up all night reading (and by all night I mean past 10:30).
Love,
BF
p.s.: This note is for myself but I hope it also helps others. London, my bf from Miami, has been with her boyfriend for 3 years. They have lived together for 1.5 years and she has just gotten her own place! My newest roommate was living with her boyfriend and has just moved out. These moves have saved relationships! Sometimes a relationship may not be ready for that next step. Sometimes things need to cool if you dont want it to end and moving out is not the end of the world.
I say, Thank you, London and Newbie Roomie for showing the world that moving out is not THE END of a relationship. Sometimes it can be the pause that is neccessary for a relationship to continue to move forward.
Officially :
THE END
Monday, January 14, 2008
Whats your favorite?
Hi, Since I am currently so stressed out about my job or lack of one in the next week (well not lack, but having to pick a new one), Ten's decision that he hates all things political and wants to move back to California (this is the guy who told me when we first met that he wanted to be President of the United States, as well as someone currently in Poli Sci Grad Program and working for political agency), and my desire to pick up right this minute and get on a plane to Japan and not come back till I have seen ever major waterfall in the world.....I thought I would pose a question to all my DC, Maryland, and Virginia readers out there....
Something I will deperatly need:
What are your favorite DC bars, happy hours and why?
The more descriptions the better :) I am going to need that cold beer, wine, and rail drinks this week.
As well, I am traveling to New York this weekend to visit Cambouri for her birthday.
Any not-to- miss bars/nightclubs/ weekend events in NYC?
Let me know your ideas :)
Friday, January 11, 2008
7 Random things: Tag Your it!
So the Smarter Princess ( http://smarterprincess.blogspot.com/ ) Tagged me for this 7 random facts thing (yay!):
The rules are:A) Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
B) Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
C) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
Here I go: (it's pretty sad to think I had a really hard time with this...hmmm...)
1. I am absolutely ridiculous about lateness and being on time, in that I hate when people are late, and I love when people are on time or well , early because as they say “If you are on time you are already late”. However, only my boyfriend hears about it when he is late, however I do suspect my friends know…
2. I love spicy food!! I have a horrible sense of smell. I'm not sure if it is allergy related or what, but 2/3's of the year I cannot smell anything. Then like a few weeks a year it comes back and I can smell EVERYTHING and it is soooo STRONG...But since I can't smell anything, i love strong tasting food. Spicy Food is my favorite, Sour Candy, Stinky Cheese...basically the stronger the taste, the more I like it!
3. I remember elementary school like it was yesterday. I barely remember high school…and none of that is drug related. I was just super popular, cool and awesome until 7th grade until we all became gawky middle and high schoolers. Like, just to start off my awesomeness, I got married in Kindergarten. Like I had a full on wedding, I had to stealthily steal this white frilly dress I had (so my mom wouldn’t find out) and I had bridesmaids and everything, and my lunch aide married us in the middle of the hall during lunch time and I kissed the boy on the lips! I guess that was my first kiss!! HAHAH!! Never thought about it that way.
4. I spill everything. I cannot make it through the day without spilling something on myself. It is to the point where sometimes if I don’t do laundry I have to go to work with a coffee stain from like the week before and I just play it off like “Oh NO, look what happened this morning on my way to work”…Yah, I’ve done that.
5. I lived in Puerto Rico for 3 years between the ages of 2-5. My parents favorite memory, was the time I was cast the role of baby Jesus in my pre-school Christmas play because I was the only white girl, and unbeknownst to everyone else, I was also the only Jew.
6. I have a stuffed Moose named Moosey, which I have had since I was born. He has antlers, and this big nose, and is awesome, and has been traveling all over the world with me, even to India (but I washed him after…J) and I also took him to college. When I need a hug Moosey gives the best hugs…he has always been my best boyfriend J
7. My boyfriend decided last night that he wants to quit his job, quit grad school and travel around the world in May. He has also decided I should too…While the best thing should probably be to convince him that he needs to stick things out for a while longer…I think I want to do it!! Let you know what happens!! I love spontaneous trips!!! I can't turn them down....
I am tagging:
-Emily over at Sea Legs http://stayfrostie.blogspot.com/
- Amanda's Tales (That's if she gets time) http://amandastales.blogspot.com/
- Because it's Better Out than In http://sometimesitsbetteroutthanin.wordpress.com/
- Jamie over at http://ohhowlovely.net/
- The True Tales of a Cafferine Addict at http://legallyheidi.com/
- And Elisa over at http://www.genpink.com/
(Sorry Guys, not quite sure how you get them to be just the name wiht a link to it...)
So: I dont think I will have time for another post today but things are getting really crazy with the last comment above. I have wine meeting tonight with the GM of the CRAZY FANCY restaurant and lunch with the event planner...Let you know how that goes...but if I am quiting my job and traveling around the world then what...all this work? Is it for nothing?
The rules are:A) Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
B) Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
C) Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs
Here I go: (it's pretty sad to think I had a really hard time with this...hmmm...)
1. I am absolutely ridiculous about lateness and being on time, in that I hate when people are late, and I love when people are on time or well , early because as they say “If you are on time you are already late”. However, only my boyfriend hears about it when he is late, however I do suspect my friends know…
2. I love spicy food!! I have a horrible sense of smell. I'm not sure if it is allergy related or what, but 2/3's of the year I cannot smell anything. Then like a few weeks a year it comes back and I can smell EVERYTHING and it is soooo STRONG...But since I can't smell anything, i love strong tasting food. Spicy Food is my favorite, Sour Candy, Stinky Cheese...basically the stronger the taste, the more I like it!
3. I remember elementary school like it was yesterday. I barely remember high school…and none of that is drug related. I was just super popular, cool and awesome until 7th grade until we all became gawky middle and high schoolers. Like, just to start off my awesomeness, I got married in Kindergarten. Like I had a full on wedding, I had to stealthily steal this white frilly dress I had (so my mom wouldn’t find out) and I had bridesmaids and everything, and my lunch aide married us in the middle of the hall during lunch time and I kissed the boy on the lips! I guess that was my first kiss!! HAHAH!! Never thought about it that way.
4. I spill everything. I cannot make it through the day without spilling something on myself. It is to the point where sometimes if I don’t do laundry I have to go to work with a coffee stain from like the week before and I just play it off like “Oh NO, look what happened this morning on my way to work”…Yah, I’ve done that.
5. I lived in Puerto Rico for 3 years between the ages of 2-5. My parents favorite memory, was the time I was cast the role of baby Jesus in my pre-school Christmas play because I was the only white girl, and unbeknownst to everyone else, I was also the only Jew.
6. I have a stuffed Moose named Moosey, which I have had since I was born. He has antlers, and this big nose, and is awesome, and has been traveling all over the world with me, even to India (but I washed him after…J) and I also took him to college. When I need a hug Moosey gives the best hugs…he has always been my best boyfriend J
7. My boyfriend decided last night that he wants to quit his job, quit grad school and travel around the world in May. He has also decided I should too…While the best thing should probably be to convince him that he needs to stick things out for a while longer…I think I want to do it!! Let you know what happens!! I love spontaneous trips!!! I can't turn them down....
I am tagging:
-Emily over at Sea Legs http://stayfrostie.blogspot.com/
- Amanda's Tales (That's if she gets time) http://amandastales.blogspot.com/
- Because it's Better Out than In http://sometimesitsbetteroutthanin.wordpress.com/
- Jamie over at http://ohhowlovely.net/
- The True Tales of a Cafferine Addict at http://legallyheidi.com/
- And Elisa over at http://www.genpink.com/
(Sorry Guys, not quite sure how you get them to be just the name wiht a link to it...)
So: I dont think I will have time for another post today but things are getting really crazy with the last comment above. I have wine meeting tonight with the GM of the CRAZY FANCY restaurant and lunch with the event planner...Let you know how that goes...but if I am quiting my job and traveling around the world then what...all this work? Is it for nothing?
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