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July 28, 2007

Birthday 32

Hello. Happy Saturday. How is everyone? Last we "spoke", I was complaining about the 8th worst movie ever: Paycheck. Well, I think I may have seen the 3rd worst movie ever the other night: Because I Said So. All I have to say is, O.M.G. I would say more, but in the interest of efficient communication (not something I'm known for), I'll just leave you the spot on review from Salon.com.

I turned 32 last week, so that's that. The pics on this page are from this past Tuesday's belated celebration at the fabulously divey Whiskey River. Twas a good time. My friends from Bloomingdale's stopped by, softball Titans were there, the boys from the Lower East represented and Ellen, Tim, Melissa, la Victoria, Alexis, Dan "The Lance" Armstrong, Future President Steele, Christy, Gary, Josh, Ryan, Jonathan, Kristy, Pete, Lasley and Frenchie enjoyed cheap beer out of plastic cups as well. I hope I'm not forgetting anyone! Alexis brought me this great book:No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July. You guys have to read it. It's so good that I'm going to excerpt a bit here:

I asked Vincent more questions, and his answers became longer and longer until they hit a kind of cruising altitude and I didn't have to ask, he just orated. It was unexpected, like suddenly finding oneself at work on a weekend. What was I doing here? Where was my Roman Holiday? My American in Paris? This was just more of the same, an American in America. Finally he paused and squinted up at the sky, and I guessed he was constructing the perfect question for me, a fantastic question that I would have to rise up to, drawing from everything I knew about myself and mythology and this black earth. But he was pausing only to emphasize what he was saying about how the cover design was not actually his fault, and then at last he did ask me something; he asked, Did I think it was his fault, you know, based on everything he had just told me? I looked at the sky just to see what it felt like. I pretended I was pausing before telling him about the secret feeling of joy I hide in my chest, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to notice that I rise each morning, seemingly with nothing to live for, but I do rise, and it is only because of this secret joy, God's love, in my chest. I looked down from the sky and into his eyes and I said, It wasn't your fault. I excused him for the cover and for everything else. We fell into silence then; he did not ask me any more questions. I was still happy to sit there beside him, but that is only because I have very, very low expectation of most people, and he had now become Most People.

Like it? She's so quirky. Darker than David Sedaris, but just as funny.

So I had a Titans softball game on Thursday and pitched so badly that I had to be taken out of the game in the third inning! Yikes. It was rather depressing. The good news was that the rest of the team played amazingly and we won 5-3, preserving our second place status in the league. I attempted to play a game with Bloomingdale's today and we ended up getting screwed somehow and didn't really get to play because of some scheduling conflict. We did get to scrimmage a little, but again, I played like crap and during practice beforehand, I couldn't throw the ball straight to save my life. I was freaking out because throwing a ball is like walking to me and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I couldn't do it. I've decided, of course, that this is due to some horrific neurological disorder. (I'm getting very paranoid in my old age.) Well, I've got a ton of softball games coming up, we'll see if I improve or if I have some sort of sports-themed nervous breakdown in the next few weeks.

In other news, Vicky and I have discovered a GEM of a hang out in our local Italian restaurant–Dolcino. We hate going out in NYC on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturday nights because the city is packed with annoying, loud, scantily clad girls and guys doused with cologne, so we are constantly looking for some out of the way place that we can call our own. We found it! This place is perfect. The food is good, the service is better, the owner is personable and tonight we met the coolest 84-year-old actor named Tony Rigo, who was born and raised in the apartment building right next store to the restaurant. Tony bought us coffee and dessert and entertained us with snappy one-liners and tales from his very interesting life. Vicky and I had already decided we'd frequent Dolcino more often after our first visit and now, after meeting Tony, you can bet you are going to find us there most Friday nights.

Tomorrow is our family friend's engagement party and Sunday I'm going with Barrie, Bill and Will to a Brooklyn Cyclones game in Coney Island. Should be a fun-packed weekend. I'm done with all of the Brides articles so I can actually enjoy myself without worrying about work! Sweet.

Oh, I almost forgot...took my mom to see Josh Groban on Wednesday night and, believe it or not, I had the best time ever. The guy puts on one hell of a show and his lead violinist (he had a mini orchestra on stage!), Lucia Micarelli, was AMAZING. Check out her CD.

Annnnyway, it's after 1am and I need my sleep, as I am still not completely well and, as I've explained/complained, my neurological impulses are all kinds of screwed up. Going to call it a night. Have a great weekend, people!

July 15, 2007


I'm alive. Just barely. As most of you know, I've been out of commission for the better part of 2 and a half weeks. It hasn't been pretty. It's still difficult for me to engage in any kind of prolonged activity and I've become a bit of a shut in, so I'm trying to get outside a bit and reacquaint myself with reality. It's amazing what two weeks passed out on a couch will do to your psyche. I'm downing Ensure drinks like an 85-year-old and have decided I might just continue to do so - it's easier than making myself breakfast. Bring on the potassium! Bring on the selenium! (I don't know what selenium is, but it sounds hard core.) Ahh, Ensure...a few sips and all your nutritional needs are taken care of! (P.S. I'm going shopping for a tricked out walker on Wednesday if anyone wants to join.)

Yeah, so...the fact that I've been so sick really doesn't completely excuse me from the fact that I haven't blogged since May 17th or whatever. I've been stressed out and busy...those are my lame excuses. The pics on here are from a variety of events. We forced Ellen to have dinner and a candlelit soufflé to celebrate her 30 years, Jason landed in NYC for the long Memorial Day weekend, I went to my 10-year college reunion, Cece turned the big O-N-E, Will celebrated his 2nd year on the planet and we actually succeeded in surprising Nicole with an afternoon tea party/bridal shower.

I would elaborate more, but I have a Brides assignment I have to take care of tomorrow/today and it's 3:25am, so I should get to sleep. I have no idea why I decided to update this blog NOW, as I'm really tired and still feeling kinda blah. Maybe I'm scared to sleep because I'm afraid I'll have nightmares about the 8th worst movie ever (I just watched that Ben Affleck flick, Paycheck). I don't know why Ellen and I felt compelled to watch it to the end, I really don't. It wasn't scary, either...but I don't want to go to sleep with Ben Affleck's giant face looming in the recesses of my temporal lobe. Does that even make sense? I don't know what the temporal lobe processes.

On that idiotic note, I must go to bed. Speak soon, lovely people.