Weird Coincidences
Friday night I saw the Nightrats at the National Underground. Don't ask me to describe their sound cause I can't. Okay, they're mellow, have a ukulele... anyway, there was a guy right smack in front of my view with a Hawaiian t-shirt and longish hair. Blah blah blah, we to the Submercer afterward with their Norwegian model/ photographer friend. Occupation significant because he happened to have met the Norwegian model turned photographer girl from fashion week THAT night. We found our way through the unmarked doors, through the cold wine cave passage way, and into the bar. I caved and had a glass of red wine despite being three days away from my no booze rule. I say three days because it was after midnight (I believe). Besides, when I made the bet with myself, I included red wine. (Don't ask). We took a quick tour of the bar, and as with any of my nights on the town, I ran into someone I went to college with. Yeah, I can't make this shit up. He was an art major, like me. And still working in the art world. Yay! Also met his friend Katie who went to Skidmore for a semester but transferred out. We had a very long conversation about how small New York is. Like disturbingly small, with many examples that freaked us out.
Sin number two. Had pizza. It was good. We walked home and I stopped off at Solas. The minute I entered the bar, some young college guys tugged at the hair coming out of my hair clip. Wow. Hit on in less than 5 seconds. This is so much less entertaining when sober. I quickly realized that the bar is way too young for me. Okay, so I knew that beforehand. And the music didn't have the same type of pull as it usually does. I skipped saying hi to my bartender and headed straight home. As I fought the 1:30 am throngs of people, I realized again that I was way too old to be living on that street!
Fast forward 2 hours of Twilight reading and a restful night. Saturday afternoon I headed straight for Abraco. Despite knowing that I tend to run into people, I thought.. what the hey. Just this once I'm going to rock the geek specs, unflattering and old Forever 21 jeans and purple, 5 year old corduroy blazer. I stood in line and saw the shaggy haired, Hawaiian shirt guy. Huh!!?? What are the chances??! Post amazingly good but weird sandwich later, I decide to throw out my garbage on 1st avenue despite it being out of the way. And who do I see but none other than my friend and her husband, who I saw last night. I take comfort in that my other friend finally recognized how strange it is that I do run into everyone I know. Like I'm drawn to them. They "weren't supposed to be there," living in Queens and all. And I didn't need to throw shit out on first avenue.
Steadying My Heartbeat
I'm at my parent's house in NJ. I took the day off to do a photo shoot with my sister for my final photography assignment. It was everything I hoped for and more. Sort of. My flash with an extension cord experiment didn't work. I'll have to figure out what part of my hundreds of dollars of equipment didn't work and what I'll need to return.
I came home yesterday to find Cheetos in the cabinet. Really??! I yelled at my parents that it was like dangling some heroin in front of a recovering addict. After grabbing a handful, I insisted that my father hide it from me, well. Tonight I decided that I might as well have one last handful since I was going back into the city tomorrow. I quietly went to search for it in the pantry near the basement. And all of a sudden heard a massive growl, causing me to literally scream out loud and come way to close to peeing in my pants. Thanks dad! Holy crap. No Cheetos for me. Shiver.. I'll go back to reading the third installment of Twilight, thank you very much!
Overheard in New York
I overheard this while on my lunch break, walking near Irving. Dad presumably was picking his kids up from school.
DAD: Do you want some booty? Booty booty booty?
KIDS: Yay.
I'm assuming he meant Pirate Booty since we were near a health food store. But uh, still.
And
Boo. It's totally making me want a boyfriend. Despite everyone thinking I have lesbian tendencies (I know, weird right?), I can relate to Bella's strong attraction towards Edward's perfectly chiseled physique. Wow. Did I just write that? Yeah. So like I said, I can relate. That burning desire to have someone who is "forbidden" holding you with their strong arms. Wait. Um. Just kidding. I totally said I was going to focus on just photography and not my dating life. Or lack of.
Jury Duty
JURY DUTY. Putting people asleep since its inception.
I just got back from my first day of jury duty. It was mildly interesting and not as tedious as everyone claims. But that's because I'm only in my first day. I'm a little worried that I'm going to get picked since I committed to some work projects but I guess the trial may not run all day. It's kind of cool to be in Tribeca again- my old work hood and we had a two hour break for lunch. I am the ultimate networker. Sort of. I went to Bazzini's for lunch. Pricey but nice atmosphere. It always seemed to be filled with the movers and shakers of this world. Okay. So I've seen my share of celebs there. Today, a little girl and her grandma sat across from me. My motherly instincts kicked in and I watched the 4 year old while her grams got etc. She share my intense love of purple and chocolate. Her grandmother came back and somehow we struck up a conversation over where I worked. It turned out her daughter used to work for an ad agency and met her husband there. He's now a commercial director and she's on the client side. I'm kicking myself for not dropping off my card if not at least so I could babysit. Perhaps our paths will cross again. Although it would be awkward working with the director and casually slipping in that I have already met his 4 year old daughter and mother-in-law. Such is life.
And speaking of coincidences. I am continuing to be errr stalked by this girl I went to college with. She's a model and happens to be in many stock images that we pull up on stock searches. I have seen her on the street in the past. Recently I saw her on a poster. A few weeks after that, saw her in a commercial. And yesterday, saw her walking her dog while making the long trip to B&H. Freaky.
OKAY! So there is a god! I'm off to Fat Cat to play some ping pong with coworkers. Cheers!
Because I haven't Posted a Photo in a While
My all time favorite photo shot when I was studying abroad in Florence, Fall 2001. This was either taken with my Pentax (click ads so I can get it fixed) or a disposable camera.
It All Happened Before 10am
I rolled out of bed ready for work after 3 days of being holed up in my apartment.
While walking to the Mud truck, I saw a cute puppy.
The owner of the puppy turned out to be a girl who grew up a block away from me in NJ.
I would have said hello but I was too lazy and still recovering.
At the Mud Truck, the coffee guy informed me that his mother liked the picture I took. Could he have a jpg. Probably shouldn't be writing about him cause I gave him my email and flickr link which includes my blog.
After feeling upbeat from receiving free coffee, compliments, etc. I walked next to a woman pushing a stroller with a cute baby.
I proceeded to do the usual. Make fish faces at the baby.
She started smiling and laughing. The caretaker knew I was making the baby smile but had no idea why.
As is usual when I make the fish face, the cute baby attempted to mimic my movements.
I concluded that despite still feeling doped up on various medications, this was going to be a very good day.
Some Inspiration
I haven't been putting pictures up lately mainly cause I've been holed up in my apartment. So I'm taking the lazy way out. Check out Design Sponge.
I'm Back!
My TV works! I guess I should call back Time Warner and cancel the appointment. I did manage to focus and nearly finish Madame Bovary. And I finished Liar's Poker last weekend. Okay, so one's about a lust for love and sensual experiences and the other is about a lust for money. Apparently Michael Lewis wrote Liar's Poker as a warning so Wall Street wouldn't have another crash. Instead, Wall Street guys took it as a "how to" make tons of money and not get caught. This paragraph in the Epilogue sums up what he learned and is a powerful reminder of the disparity between what Wall Streeters reaped and what they deserved.
"My father's generation grew up with certain beliefs. One of those beliefs is that the amount of money one earns is a rough guide to one's contribution to the welfare and prosperity of our society....One thing that was almost always true was that people who made a lot money were neat. Horatio Alger and all that. It took watching his son being paid 225 grand at the age of twenty-seven, after two years on the job, to shake his faith in money. He has only recently recovered from the shock." p. 247
When did this belief change? Actors, businessmen, traders, etc. make tons of money while even doctors aren't being paid what they used to. Teachers- guiding our futures, get paid a mere fraction of the top earners. We're not paid on our over all contribution to society, but our immediate ability to generate a profit regardless of the long term effects.
Grrrr
My instincts to avoid the cable situation were correct. After being put on hold for 10 minutes, the rep told me to unplug my cable box, then plug it back in. Genius. BUT it didn't work. So they're sending a technician out- wait! This is good... earliest on Monday! So now I'm sick with the flu, stuck at home with no TV. Okay, perhaps God is screaming at me to read a book. I'm supposed to call back tomorrow morning between 7am-10am to see if I can get an earlier appointment. If there's an opening tomorrow that will be beautiful because obviously both me and my roommate are home.
In other news, I find it ironic that my EX-friend who deleted ME as a friend on Facebook, uses a profile picture that contains me in it! She cropped me out, of course, but you can still see my hair. Weird. And mostly creepy.
TV
It appears that my cable isn't working. I haven't checked it in an hour.. am sort of avoiding bad news. Maybe it's God's way of telling me to read a book. But every time I try and read, I get sleepy. It's too bad I'm too tired/ lazy to do all the stuff I've been meaning to do but haven't had enough time. I'm keeping the schedule of a cat. Sleeping 17 hours a day.. okay. Maybe that's an exaggeration.
Just saw the latest episode of Ugly Betty online. I'm totally in love with her new love interest. Completely adorable. Totally my taste. Did some research on him but the guy, Daniel Eric Gold, doesn't have any information about himself on IMDB. Don't know where he's from, how old, if he's gay or straight. I'm still searching. Maybe once he's a regular on the show, they'll put more info. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing more of him.
Aside from sleeping, eating, drinking, sleeping, and watching TV, I also bought things on Amazon. I had a $150 gift certificate from various sources. Believe it or not, it actually took me about an hour to figure out what to buy. I bought a coffee maker, a few books, a Klean Kanteen to compare to my Sigg bottle. A portable coffee mug, and few other odds and ends. It wasn't enough for me to buy big ticket items like a new camera or photo gear but still a lot of money. I'm looking forward to my coffee maker even though it will mean limiting my stagnant relationship with the cute Mud truck guy. I suppose I can go once a week.
Only in My World
My roommate and I are both sick with the flu. No, we don't make out. This shit happens when you live in tight quarters with someone. i.e. a shoe box. She thinks she got it from her cousin.
I just stepped outside to get a prescription. It was a calculated move.. not too late before the sunset and before Oprah. I'm all bundled up. No makeup of course. Geek specs, generally looking rather shitty. And who do I run into on my 10 minute errand? No other than a coworker. Mother freaking aye. What are the chances? He was out to get lunch at the late hour of 3:30! I texted him later saying I didn't think it was that cold after all to which he replied that I was crazy. So I guess 101 degree temperatures are good for something after all...
Boo, I have the flu
On the bright side, the doctor says it's rare that someone gets treated for it this early on. Started showing symptoms yesterday. Off to bed!
Workin It
I had my first half hour training session at Crunch today. I highly suggest working out in the a.m. if you never have. It's a great feeling of accomplishment getting your butt kicked before 9am. Not to mention you get it over with and don't have to worry about fitting it into your schedule. Only downside of choosing a female trainer is that she has seen some of my lady parts in the locker room after our session. Yeah, that can get awkward. Her name is Mollie and she's from NJ. Weird. Other benefit of working out before work- apparently sweat makes my hair look pretty. Gross, and I probably should have kept that to myself. But yeah, sweat in hair = good hair day.
And finally, I learned today that apparently starting sentences with "and" is sort of ad speak. Who would have thought. Perhaps growing up with a father in advertising had some impact on me. AND did I mention, the funniest line from my father while I was visiting them in NJ...
ME: I'm thinking of going to the mall on Saturday.
DAD: Well Molly, they would love to have you.
Happy trails!
Pictures from this weekend
This is how Lola has been chilling lately. She drapes her paws over the bed post and watches TV in my parent's room. Seriously. I can't make this shit up.
I was taking some lazy pictures around my childhood room and only afterward, realized how telling they were. All the objects on my radiator tell a story about where I came from. The photo on the right is me and my late grandfather in Mexico. My grandparents retired there and we'd visit once a year. Not to mention I'm wearing purple! Behind that is a painting done by my great uncle on my father's side. The two photos next to that were taken by my mother while she was visiting her parents in Mexico. Then there's the Saratoga water glass bottle from Saratoga Springs, where I went to college. And a candle dish holding a crystal- sort of new agey, from my dad. Finally, there's the painting my parents bought me that depicts a girl sleeping and is revolved around the dream world- a subject I find fascinating. Anyway, I thought it was an interesting coincidence that all those objects told such a complete story about me despite not having purposely arranged them on my heater.
Good Morning!
I'm in that annoying state between awake and slightly hung over and too tired/ lazy to actually get up. AND I walked about a mile in my highest pair of heels so the prospect of walking, even in my new Chucks, is rather intimidating. Is it wrong that I let my responsibilities get in the way of my sex life? Am I the only girl that would prefer NOT to go home with someone at 4 am mainly because I have so much shit to do the next day. Hooking up is fun, but then the next day there's way too much wasted time. Usually guys want to sleep in later. So you're looking at noon. Then they want to inevitably go for round two the next morning. So maybe now you're talking about leaving their apartment/ kicking them out around 1ish. Then on top of that, you most likely didn't get any sleep or at least quality, so you need another hour. Now all of a sudden, you're not seeing the light of day and leaving your apartment until 3pm. And let's not even talk about the walk of shame. Having to put those painful heels back on, take a cab ride, etc.
That being said, it's nearly noon. I'm going to get off my lazy ass and go wander. And perhaps ponder about my fun night last night.