There he is, our new president. I wish him well and hope he can get us on our feet again. And while I am waiting for money to miraculously appear in my T.Rowe Price mutual fund, I shall spend my time laughing at Kristen Wiig. Did you guys see SNL last Saturday? The one with Neil Patrick Harris? There were a few skits I found hilarious. You may or may not agree, but here they are! (Well, they were on my original web entry, but I can't seem to embed them here. Tragedy.)
I know that not all of you voted for Mr. Obama, but I am compelled to give the man I pulled the lever for a shout out on the day of his Inauguration. Regardless of political leanings, I think we all can agree that this is a momentous event in our history. I'll save my yapping about 24 and brilliance of Kristen Wiig for tomorrow. For today, I just wanna say, HELLOOOOO MISTA PRESIDENT, HOW YOUUUU DOIN'?!
Here he is, Captain Chesley B. "Sully" Sullenberger III, hero of yesterday's emergency plane landing in the Hudson River. Here's the Associated Press article that provides some background on this quick thinking pilot. He, his co-pilot Jeff Skiles, some kick ass flight attendants and rescuers from all over the damn place warmed my weary old NY heart with their heroics. So, cheers to them...it's nice when happy endings occur in real life. I am headed to the Condé Nast cafeteria today for lunch with Gerri and Jen. I haven't been back to the "bitch building," as one of my other friends so subtly terms it, since I left Brides in 2004. Should be interesting. I'm trying to decide what clothing ensemble of mine would be most offensive to the fashionistas so I can be sure to provoke glares. I probably won't figure it out until I get in the shower, though, because that is where I make all of my decisions. (Seriously.)
It's Friday, people! Smile! And Liz, if you happen to be reading, Love ya and Happy Birthday!!!! -h
Enjoy your day. Oh, and register on my new bulletin board if you haven't already!
P.S. Sorry about the game, Giants fans (especially you, Ellen). But congrats to all of my Philly fan friends. Although, really, does your state have to win every major sporting title this year?
]]>Well I suppose I'll talk about McCain's VP pick since it just happened. "Little known" Sarah Palin has probably been Googled to within an inch of her cyberlife in the past half hour. Interesting choice on McCain's part. As interesting as Obama's Biden pick, I'd say. This election's gonna be a close one. I really don't feel like musing about the state of political things just yet...I'll see how everything unfolds in the next few weeks. I will say, though, that the fact that there is a black man running for prez, a female runner up that almost clinched the nomination and a female on another ticket means we are making some progress. Good for you, America. Finally practicing a little of what you preach. I will also say that it is funny that the city of Scranton has played such a role in the political rhetoric as of late. Chris Steel sent me an article about good 'ole Scranton and its emergence as THE pull yourself up by your bootstraps city. Check it out here.
I didn't watch much of the Olympics for some reason. Caught some of Michael Phelps' races. Amazing, of course. Oh and I saw that cute kid Shawn Johnson win the gold on beam. The closing ceremonies were really weird, no? A bazillion people in unitards weaving and waving everywhere. I was watching them in the bar I work at and another bartender, Brian, said, "Wow, look at ALL of those people. They could only pull a thing like this off in China." Love it.
I turned 33 in July and had one of the nicest birthdays ever. Dinner at the low key and lovely Dolcino and then drinks at the dive bar Whiskey River.Everyone mixed and mingled happily and without incident and I only had to walk a few blocks home to my bed. Heavenly!
Best wishes and congratulations to Jen and Mike and Jolie and Stephen, whose weddings I recently attended. They were gorgeous weddings! And I got a mini vacation out of Jolie's wedding, as it was in Block Island, RI. It was 4 days of cocktails, drinks on the beach, big beautiful old houses and breathtaking scenery. Good times. You can link to the full albums of the wedding pics I took at both weddings from the pics on this page. I can't possibly have any more family or friends planning to get hitched, can I? Why yes...I can! I have Melissa's wedding coming up in October, I am unfortunately missing Molly's Chicago wedding (also in October) and Stacey is threatening to tie the knot some time next year. And I suppose, Karen Bryden, that you'll be next. Oh and I can't forget YOU, Vicky...when are we headed to the cute little church in Darbbbbbyshiiire?
I officially have two shifts at Dram Shop in Park Slope now (Sundays 12-9 and Tuesdays 2-9). The vibe is great and the food is yummy (the burger made New York Magazine's Cheap Eatsissue), so if you haven't already visited (and thanks to those who made the trek out!) come on by.
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Speaking of power...it looks like Hillary is set to concede the Democratic nomination. How incredibly depressing for her. While I do like Obama, I will admit that I was excited at the prospect of having a female president. And, for the record, I do believe that Hillary has the skills and would've been a strong and intelligent leader. Well, there is always 2012 and in the meantime, having a well spoken, intelligent, young and idealistic leader isn't exactly a second best situation. Hopefully the fractured Dems can make nice so we can get him in. It will be thrilling to see our country close the door bit on its racist and ethnocentric past and choose a black man to lead the country.
In the entertainment world, David Cook won American Idol. I said it before and I'll say it again (because I'm obnoxious like that), I picked him on Day 1. He was truly plucked from obscurity and deserves all the success I know he will achieve. Go David! Also, I saw the new Indiana Jones movie. I am a HUGE Indy fan as some of you know and I do have a detailed opinion about the flick, but I won't talk about it until Dana sees the film (she is also an Indy buff). I will say that The New Yorker, had a review that was spot on, in my opinion, so if you wanna know what I think, read this. I also saw What Happens in Vegas with Ellen because she loves Cameron Diaz and really really wanted to see it. Since I absolutely REFUSED to see Sex and the City with her, I thought I'd give in and go see what I thought would be a relatively lame movie. Surprisingly, it was cute and fun. I mean, it was a bit of fluff and the dialogue was junior varsity but Cameron and Ashton made it fun to watch. If you can get past the contrived plot and just enjoy the odd couple style interactions, it makes for a nice 2 hour brain vacation.
Moving on to musings on Kristy and Pete's beautiful wedding. It was last Monday and you can link to the full album to see pics (yes, I wore THE dress AGAIN). The event took place at Oheka castle, this absolutely breathtaking venue in Cold Spring Hills on Long Island. (Apparently, the backstory goes that the Oheka guy was Jewish and none of the WASPS would let them into their country clubs so he built a HUMONGOUS "Screw you bastards" castle. Do correct me if I'm wrong, but I'd prefer that this story was true because it's funny.) Anyway, Kristy looked gorgeous and the weather was magnificent. Everything was very classy, right down to the very end, when Kristy gave her bouquet to the woman married for the longest time (over 55 years I think). That woman, of course, was her beautiful grandmother (wearing blue in the photo on this page). Twas a party out of a fairytale. The two newlyweds are in Hawaii right now. Hope you kids are having fun.
Oh...my cousin Nicole put my mother on Facebook! Hilarious. So please be Angela Joan Leo's friend. I'm sure she'll appreciate it. And if you haven't put Scrabulous or Scramble on your page, put it on already so we can play!
Almost forgot - I bar backed on Saturday at this cool place in Park Slope called the Dram Shop. It's co-owned by this great guy Wade who goes to clinics at the tennis company I work for. I told him I had absolutely no experience and he didn't bat an eye and said he'd rather train someone who really wanted to learn than hire an out-of-work actor type. Gotta love people like that. I wish there were more of them in the world.
Must go find some food now and prepare to go to my first Yankee game of the season. Babydaddies, look for me in the nosebleeds!
Oh and speaking of babydaddies - Gary Rake is a new one! Christy and Gary had a little girl (Connolly Aren Rake) on May 24th. Here is a pic! Congrats guys, she is beautiful.
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This brings me to the second conversation I had with my buddy Dustin - a highly energetic, go get ‘em guy with a great attitude. He shared a ton of good advice with me and spoke of setting goals and having a plan. He made good points. After I was finished hiding under the covers and being thoroughly terrified by these good points, I realized that what he was really saying to me was something he didn’t actually verbalize. Dustin may or may not have meant to make this point, but what I got from his words was that personal satisfaction and happiness wasn’t necessarily about knowing exactly where you were going, it was in the journey of trying to identify what you love and then trying to get there, taking care to stop along the way and smell the proverbial roses. This is a rather common thought that I generally espouse and blather on about to poor Ellen and Melissa ad nauseum, but often fail to put into practice.
Anyway, that thought led me to my last conversation with another friend, who lamented that gushing over an evening of Yankee baseball and corned beef and rye sandwiches made her a simpleton. I think, though, that she is incorrect. Dipping into my basket of cliché-but-true proverbs again – happiness is in the simple things. It’s all about the journey. So, I am not plodding along listlessly because I have no money. I have simply been too lazy to continue the journey. I’ve got the shoes for the job now, (not talking proverbs here – sneaks are called Vivo Barefoot and they ROCK! Read about them here or here) so I just gotta strap them on and get going. This is what I discussed with myself in the shower not 30 minutes ago.
One foot in front of the other begins now. Hold me to it, people. Hold me to it.
P.S. I would like to publicly welcome Violet Olivia Rosencrance into this crazy world. Violet was born March 26, 2008 at 10:07am. See picture below of her and her gorgeous sister. And the woman with the French martini? My fabulous Aunt Ev at Easter. Click the picture to see the full album.
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Speaking of rent, most of you know that dear Melissa is moving out of her palacial room come May 31st, so Ellen and I need a new roommate. If you know of anyone looking for a room, let me know and I'll forward you all the info.
Alrighty, so, the pictures that are up are from a variety of events that have taken place since December. First up was Nicho's masquerade party at The National Arts Club. 'Twas a rather interesting few hours. Vic and I chatted it up with the most eclectic group of people ever, including some hosts of Antique Roadshow. Typically, I didn't know they were the hosts at the time and lord knows what I said to them because of the CHAMPAGNE. Couldn't have been that bad...could it have?
Next up - pics from Victoria's birthday bash. Sushi at Natori and then on to some bar that we can never remember the name of. It was the usual crew of old friends, new friends and ex-boyfriends getting along like a wonderfully dysfunctional family.
There are also pictures from Jolie's scavenger hunt birthday party. I've included a link, but if you weren't there, it won't make much sense, as most of the pics are 'items' that were on the list.
Next are pictures from the world famous Leo Christmas Eve party. I think they pretty much speak for themselves.
Melissa's birthday celebration was in January. We had hors d'...oh I can't spell it...ahem... appetizers at the apartment with the brother house and then we went to Vig 27 for martinis and some Michael Jackson. Somehow we ended up at godforsaken Whiskey River and proceeded to get our dance on BIG TIME. (The air guitar was unleashed.) Before we knew it, it was 4am. Good times.
Cousin Nicole's birthday was up next. After dinner we piled into cars and headed back to Nic and Kev's apartment. Unfortunately, Nicole did not suck in the helium from her balloon and sing the national anthem as she normally does in car rides after parties. Too bad. Next time, pickle...next time.
Kristy's bridal shower in Long Island City was last weekend. It was a very classy affair and the food was excellent. I was stuck walking around with two serving spoons for the rest of my night out, however. The softball girls were amused and confused about this and Stacey and Todd were in town so Stacey has all the pics of the offending utensils. Perhaps one day I shall see them. Ahem, M. Stace....
Last but not least are a few pics from Angie's birthday dinner last Tuesday. She loaded up on the white zin and we all had a fabulous time as the snow fell outside and we watched 20 cops descend upon an allegedly stolen vehicle. Gotta love New York. Hope you all are well.
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Hello, pretty people! It has been a while. I’ve got some new pics for ya! Visited Dana, Seth and cutie Cece in the beginning of November and got to see Kate and her two beauties, Quinn and Annie, as well. They await their newest playmate – Dana’s 2nd – who is going to be a GIRL! Poor Seth and Marty will have their hands full. HAHA! 4 smart, intelligent, headstrong girlies. Good luck, boys. As Dana pointed out, between her 2 girls, Kate’s 2 girls, Mia, Mallory and Angela, I almost have an entire softball team! We’ll start batting tee practice once they all hit the 4 or 5 mark.
November 16th was my annual visit to Washington D.C. to hang out with the current class/alumni from my favorite political science prof’s European Union simulation seminar. It culminates in a mock EU parliament thingy in DC (not surprisingly, I wasn’t the most eloquent one in my group back in ’97). I’ll admit that getting drunk with an ex-professor and a bunch of 21-year-old Scranton students is something I look forward to every year. (Yes, I am truly a huge dork, but I think most of you know that.) The bonus is that I get to stay with my friend and college roommate M. Stacey Bach and she thankfully crashes the party. This year I had a nasty sinus infection but still managed a good time. Especially memorable was a dinner with Stacey and her boyfriend, Todd, where Stacey quizzed a scientist (who studied sleep patterns) from the Walter Reed medical center about the military applications for sleep deprivation. He got a tad uncomfortable. Flying to and from DC was a pain in the ass, though. I had an 8-hour delay going and a 4-hour delay coming back. Because of my infection, I kept getting that throat tickle. You know the tickle I’m talking about? The one where you feel like there is an oil slick on the back of your throat and you can’t get rid of it and then you start coughing uncontrollably and your eyes and nose start running?! It’s really horrible…and embarrassing when you don’t have a tissue! But I digress…
Spent Thanksgiving at my Aunt Ev’s house. ‘Twas a good time, as per usual. We ate, we drank, we drank… we pranked Nic’s cousin Jeannie (who lives next door) by rearranging all of her backyard furniture... (yes, we are all equally immature and proud of it)… Brian the walking hangover took a two hour nap in the backyard…etc. The evening culminated in some sort of dice game and then my kind parents drove me and my lingering infection back into the city. The pictures tell the story a bit better, I’m sure.
Went up to northeastern Pennsylvania with college friend Chris to reunite with our long lost favorites – Ellen and Ollie and their family. The last time I saw their daughter Sierra, she was about 3 years old, so it was a shock to see an 11-year-old ‘tween greet us at the car! I am getting SO old. It was amazing to see them all again.
Brides magazine has been keeping me afloat with various assignments, so jobwise, that’s what’s been going on. I’m pretty sure I know everything there is to know about wedding cakes at this point, so if you have any questions…
Partied it up in Astoria Friday night with Nicole, Kevin and friends at some place called Central. Before we got there, Kevin handed me a joystick (I’m pretty sure I called it a joypad at one point…!?) and taught me how to kill terrorists with AK-47s and rifles in some Playstation game. (GW would be so proud.) I was having heart palpitations by the time I left. I don’t do well with these ‘newfangled’ video games where you have to look BEHIND you! WTF?! Mario and Luigi couldn’t go backwards! It’s all too much. I miss pong. I might want a Wii though, but Victoria says if I get one, I’ll never leave the house. I am sure she is correct, as I have a hard enough time tearing myself away from Tetris. I am truly the queen of mindless pursuits. Digressing again. Anyway, we met them all at the bar for a Toys for Tots fundraiser and we ended up dancing until 3:30am. Kevin, Nicole and I then scarfed down 2 servings of souvlaki each. We got the food from a street vendor and thankfully the street meat did not give us food poisoning and/or a parasite. Close one.
This past Saturday I journeyed to Little Neck for my Godchild Maddison’s 1st birthday. The last time I saw her she was practically a newborn, so it was cool to get to know her little (nay, BIG) personality! Maddison knows what she wants and doesn’t take crap from anyone. Her rambunctious cousins were all up in her grill, but she was having none of it! Love it. Simone, if you are reading this (you crazy voyeur, you), she is a beauty and I had a great time seeing all of you. I have this strange ringing in my ear, though…it sounds like someone screaming at a high pitch…wait, no…it’s someone saying a name…two names! It’s, “ERIC AND JAKE! JAKE! ERIC! ERIC AND JAKE!” Make it stop! :)
p.s.Our friend Ethan’s newest band is getting some great press.
p.s.s.Shout out to the brother house! Ellen, Melissa and I enjoyed some Ms. Pac Man at one of BFF’s fave’s - The SKINnY- with Brad, Schwabe and Jeff last week.
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How is everyone's November going? More importantly, how was everyone's Halloween? Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because (and I've said this to many of you already) A. it is not religiously affiliated B. it doesn't include traveling far or buying gifts that people don't really like anyway and C. you get to dress up. This year, my roommates Ellen and Melissa and I went as gunslingers. The jury is out on whether they were outlaws and I was a sheriff or if they were my deputies. They looked pretty bad ass, so I'm gonna go with outlaws. One thing that we were NOT - cowgirls. Between our Care Bear friends getting all of the attention with their adorable costumes (you guys really did look awesome!) and people mistaking us for cowgirls, I decided that this would be the last year for the gunslinger costume. Alright, maybe I won't retire it completely...I mean, I did risk my life painting one hell of a toy gun (see pic in album). (The label actually said this: "This product contains a chemical known to the State of California to cause cancer and birth defects or other reproductive harm.") Yikes! I wore a mask thingy when I used it but geez. And why is it that this chemical is only known to cause Cancer in the State of California...and...why is State capitalized in the phrase 'State of California'. Phew. I'm out of breath (and out of my mind). Back to my original point: Halloween rocked. Melissa, Ellen, Jeff, Paul, Brad, Geoff and I went on quite the mini bar crawl. I can't remember exactly where we went. Wait, let me tax the memory and try...nope...nothing is coming. Oh wait...It's coming to me (well, Ellen's shouting out the names of the bars from the other room). We went to Sweet and Vicious, Bleecker Street Bar, Swift and Crime Scene.
Saturday night was Sally's party in Pelham in celebration of Lindsay and Matt's new marriage. The party got a little crazy when Nancy Lou's 8-year-old son, Matthew, started playing the alphabet game with world countries. Lindsay, Nancy and I played until the bitter Z's. I do recall idiotically shouting out Hawaii for the H's, but I seem to recall someone else...ahem, Sarah...yelling out Georgia for the G's. Of course Georgia IS an actual country and Sarah will no doubt say that the country bordered by Russia, Turkey, Armenia and Azerbaijan is the land she was speaking of. What I have to say to that is nu-uh...and WHATever! Brides magazine's entire staff enjoyed the free-flowing wine and champagne (ahhh!), as well as Sally's homemade pigs-in-a-blanket and other yummy edibles. Ellen and I were practically the last to leave (there was still champagne left) and we ended up getting a ride home from Lindsay and Matt. Matt, incidentally, is an amazing shoe designer. Check out his stuff at MattBernson.com.
Sunday I went to the Jets game, courtesy of Jenny's unused tickets and Vicky's invite. Vicky and I tailgated with Josh and his friends and I ended up doing something not-so-fun to my right pointer finger. It was sort of jammed but now feels very odd around the joint. I'm going to my somewhat inept doctor for a physical tomorrow, so I'll throw the finger issue into the mix. Of course, she'll probably stare at me blankly, ask how my tonsils are and bust out a medical book before diagnosing me. (Don't worry, tomorrow is my last visit with this doc. I'm going to get my medical records while I'm there and find someone who knows what they are doing.) Wow, tangents galore in this blog entry...sorry. Back to the Jets game. They were winning the whole time and then lost in overtime. Tragic, but I had a good time just the same and Jenny's seats were excellent. Thanks for the invite, Victoi.
Caught up with my old college friend Tim last night. He actually reads these blogs, so HOLLLLLA, TIM! Was great to see him and reminisce about our old times. at 'da U'. (Yes, Dana...it should be 'da Ule tide' on that invite. Eeeeediots.)
Was planning a busy day of going to the movies today, but instead, I edited and downloaded all of the pictures you see here, et. al., kind of watched You've Got Mail for the 97th time, made an appointment to get the milk and honey pedicure Ellen got me for my birthday from Jin Soon
Tomorrow I am not going to the doc until 3pm and I'm supposed to fast for 8 hours beforehand. Dang! So that means I can't eat from 7am-3pm. Poor planning on my part, but I have to get the stupid physical and I don't wanna go just for this finger thing, because what if there is nothing really wrong with the finger (I'm typing with it now...can't be broken, right?) and then I'm just a loser hypochondriac. Alrighty...this blog is an out of control babblefest. Must. End. It. Now.
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Girls with guns
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October 27, 2007...
It’s Saturday morning and I just debated on whether or not I was going to stay in bed longer for about an hour. I did the same thing yesterday. Pathetic. It’s 10:35am, however, so I guess by many more motivated people’s standards, I DID stay in bed. Yesterday, the dilemma was tougher. I had nothing to do for most of the day and was snug in my covers with a cool breeze blowing and a cat snuggled up next to me so, despite fully waking up at 7am, I folded into numerous variations of the fetal position and laid still until about 9am, willing myself to be tired again, because I was so comfortable. I didn’t fall back asleep until 10am and what ensued after that was just wrong. Odd dreams, overheating…basic discomfort. Should have gotten up at 7am. But then what would I have done? Oh, yeah… maybe I could’ve gone to yoga, or bought that gift I need to buy, or looked for a JOB, or starting writing that next screenplay…hell, I could’ve practiced my drums (I’m taking those lessons that I can’t afford NOW, of course). Unfortunately, I did none of those things. As I’ve lamented to numerous friends – if I have nothing to do, I don’t do anything. I seem to do my best work (well, work in general) when I’m under pressure.
My compromise with myself this a.m. was that I’d get up and write a blog. Whatever works, right? Let’s recap what’s been going on. (I literally just had to look in my datebook to see what’s been going on…OMG, the memory – SHOT. The evil virus I had in July has eaten away at my hippocampus and the working memory…fughettaboutit. Ask me what I did last Thursday…I won’t be able to tell you.) But anyway… Went to a Brides event at the beginning of the month. It was a lavish affair to celebrate their “Something Pink” breast cancer awareness campaign. Very unfortunately, they were serving champagne, so 4 glasses and 4.2 miniscule hors d’oeuvres later, I found myself in another bar with a 50-something Conde Nast corporate VP, talking about…well, that’s the problem…except for him telling me he was from Detroit, I can’t remember what we talked about. I remember everything but the words. I can replay it like a silent movie in my head. Bizarre. Came home, got ready for bed and 15 minutes later decided I couldn’t find my clothes (yes, the ones I had just taken off). It freaked me out to such a degree that I wandered into Ellen’s room, curled up under her covers and said, pitifully, “Ellen, my clothes are missing.” The poor girl had to wake up to do a Bridal event on Good Morning America in, like, 2 hours and there was crazy old champagne head waking her up because her clothes were “missing.” (I think I’m revealing this highly embarrassing turn of events as penance or something.) The clothes, incidentally, were in my room, under a pile of other clothes on my chair. Thank God for Ellen, or I might have driven myself insane, because while I couldn’t find my shirt or pants, the pink silk tie that I had been wearing was hanging on my drawer handle, taunting me. I remember wondering (briefly, I swear!) if I came home wearing just a tie. Champagne will do that to you…well, to me…it seems. Went to see Brandi Carlile at Irving Plaza the next night after surviving a hangover that rivaled one from my grad school days in Scotland. She didn’t disappoint.
Some other updates:
The Yankees lost, as everyone knows, and Joe Torre won’t be returning to manage the team. I will miss dear Joe, but I don’t blame him for turning down the contract. I don’t care what mini-Steinbrenner thinks, it was an insulting set of terms. One year!? Come ON. So, every year the poor guy is on probation? That kind of stress takes a toll on a 67-years-old heart! Anyway, goodbye Joe…I don’t know how baby daddy and I will fare without you, but we’ll keep our heads up for the good of the team. P.S. GO ROCKIES!
I said goodbye to Donna and Anna as they left for their world tour. Ladies, if you are reading, I miss you already, and please send updates! I’m hoping to join them in Nepal in the spring, if I can afford the crazy airfare.
Mike McDonough and I (Team Sunblock) were crushed at the annual Oradell Whiffleball tournament. We’ll get ‘em next year, Mike. We have to staff up our bullpen, I think. Do you think Angela is ready?
Nicole now owns the cat that she was desperately trying to give away. Gustav has found a home on the upper east side and has promptly fallen in love with Kevin. Nicole is pretending that she doesn’t care, but really she is incredibly jealous. Sorry Nic! Thanks for dinner the other night, Geigers – and for getting my ride home. Next time I will bring better cheese, for sure.
Okay, now I must play one game of speed Tetris, one game of Travel IQ (I know where Eritrea is now!) and one game of Scrabble. I figure that while I am wasting my early 30s, I’ll make an attempt to stave off my brain corrosion. Hey! Does that count as multi-tasking? Is there hope for me after all?!
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Carol presents our whiffleball T's
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October is here! My cousin got married, the Yankees are in the playoffs and I'm unemployed. Those first two things = very nice. That last one, well...I've been in this position before, so I have faith that something will come along. I have a couple of full-time job possibilities that I'm pursuing...we'll see what happens.
This isn't going to be a long blog entry because I'm tired and still not feeling too well. I just wanted to check in and show you guys some wedding pics. Nicole looked gorgeous and Kevin looked dapper and smiley, as per usual. The wedding was way classy...minus my speech and a few lemon drop shots (you can take a girl out of the bar, but you can't take the bar out of the girl.) I couldn't breathe in the dress, but managed to dance into the night anyway. Graeme twirled in his kilt happily, masking the fact that he had only recently survived a 12-hour attack of food poisoning and Brian donned his Ray Bans and did his best Donnie- Brasco-does-disco impression. You can see by the pictures that everyone was in fabulous spirits.
Condolences to all of you Mets fans...that was a harsh way to end an otherwise stellar season. But I do have to say congrats to you Phillies fans. Dana and Seth, sorry you didn't make the game, but missing the Phils making the playoffs for the first time since '93 will be no big deal once Cece scores that modeling contract for The Gap. That newfound pucker lip will pay for season tickets sometime in the future, I'm sure.
Last Monday I got to go to Melissa Etheridge's CD release concert at the Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square, thanks to Jen. The concert was great, but I think I had more fun watching Al and Tipper Gore bobbing their heads and rocking out in the corner. I left the concert inspired - I think I really WILL take those drum lessons I've been thinking about! Speaking of amazing drummers, Vicky and I recently went to see Ethan's new band, The Grey Race. We were very impressed. Check them out.
Hmmm... what else? Oh, Ellen has recruited me for some craziness on Thursday morning at Good Morning America, so look for me lugging around some wedding dress in the studio audience. I have no idea what it is all about, but I am sure it will be amusing. I think that's all the update I have for now...so much for a "short" entry. I do ramble on. I will leave you with the latest piece of brilliance from the great Andy Samberg and some more pics.
Graeme made it!
Nic and pretty barmaids
Handsome
lads, unite!
His first baseball game ever! 
Like fatha, like dawta
Cream soda to the rescue!
Glamorous
Last home game
Melissa's CD release
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The curiously debilitating virus is back. I am a little under the weather these fine days. I went to my brilliant doctor yesterday and when she entered the room she said, "Tonsils again, huh?" I said, "Tongue, actually." She then looked at me like she might actually remember who I was and quickly said, "Oh, sorry! That was the message I got...tonsils." Then she shifted her attention to the computer and began typing nervously. Sigh. Anyway, she gave me meds and hopefully they'll help make me human again. I'm so tired of being sick. I've turned myself into a heroine from the Victorian era in my own mind...I'm that tragic pale character with the fragile bones and the "weak constitution."
I'm done with Bloomingdale's, so I'm sitting at home right now killing time while waiting for Fresh Direct to arrive with my food (I have the 10am-Noon timeslot). I have a meeting at Martha Stewart to discuss a more permanent position at 2pm and I was hoping to be in the shower by now. But, of course, if there is a time window for delivery, the guy never fails to show up at the last possible minute. Of course, if I went to take a shower right now he'd be on my doorstep before I got all the conditioner out of my hair.
My Yankees have won 7 in a row, if you care to know. They've got one more game against the Blue Jays tonight and then a series with Boston this weekend. The boys are very close to taking their rightful place at the top of the AL East. Poor babydaddy's got a sore knee, though...keep him in your thoughts.
The pics on the page today are from my cousin Nicole's recent bachelorette party. The evening started off poorly, as the people at Vento were unable to seat us because the large party that was seated at the earlier time refused to leave. We waited an hour or more past our reservation time. The manager and his crew kissed our asses and plied us with champagne, so by the time we sat down to eat, we were pretty drunk and the slightly older crowd was starting to fall asleep. Everyone livened up when we went to Culture Club, though. It was about a thousand degrees inside and the music was so loud that my ears are still ringing, but it was an excellent time. I was initially mortified that I had to wear the "Maid of Honor" tiara that Jeannie handed to me, but as you can see, it apparently grew on me, as I kept it on the entire night. Judging from the pictures, I think it's safe to say Nic had a good time.
It's 11:59am now and Fresh Direct is nowhere in sight. Typical.
