Zippity Do Da
Dear God. It's me, Molly. Why on earth do I have "Zippity do da" stuck in my head?
A Brief Mystery
A friend passed on a link to this blog and I was instantly struck by certain obvious parallels. Like that she carries around her gnome just as I carry around Mr. Bobblehead.
And more importantly, there was her unique experience with receiving black, Calvin Klein boxer briefs in her laundry after dropping it off. Are we the only two who have experienced this??? See my June post here. And her more recent post here.
VERIZON STILL SUCKS!!!!!
I still haven't gotten all my money back. They claim I should receive it today.. so I'm checking my mail box right now!
Recent Obsessions and Updates
Lately, aside from having non-Lesbian dreams about Lindsay Lohan, I've been obsessed with the idea of moving to Paris. And going some place warm. Obviously two conflicting desires. It's usually around this time, knowing that we have at least two more months of freezing cold, that I start questioning my life in NYC despite being very happy. And start wondering if I should leave my apartment, job and move to Paris since I really have no major responsibilities. No kids. No boyfriend. But lots of good friends that I can keep in touch with.
And there's not much I can do with these feelings so I'll stick to my new favorite French blog and attempt to at least master the French look.
A New York Woman's Perspective
ME: I have a second date tonight.
FRIEND: How old is he?
ME: he's 28
FRIEND: is he married?
ME: haha, no, although i guess you never know
FRIEND: hope not. 28 in nyc should not be married unless he ran from Utah recently
yeah, this is a woman who knows her stuff.
Convo with Dad
ME: I had another dream about Lindsay Lohan last night. What do you think it means?
MY DAD: Well she's cute...
ME: Are you saying that I'm a lesbian.
MY DAD: Maybe.
Saturday Night Dream
This isn't terribly significant but I wanted to record my dream before I forget. Bits and pieces.. that I was Lindsay Lohan's roommate. I swear this is the third time that girl has made it into my dream! And that Mischief the cat was living with us but that she got another kitten for Mischief. And it was the cutest thing ever. The other kitten was sleeping in his lap and they both looked beyond happy. I now there's more but now I can't remember but it's okay. Most important is Lindsay Lohan + Cats.
hmm. Happy Sunday! And football watching!
Charlotte Gray and Purple
Wow, there's nothing like a best friend who knows you better than yourself. Yes, as my WCS pointed out, most of my stylish ladies were wearing purple. Hey.. I had a limited selection of photos. There are only so many times I can candidly photograph people without them questioning my motives.
Oy, just saw Charlotte Gray. Was absolutely a beautiful film that kept me on the edge of my seat. I definitely cried hysterically out loud a few times. Any World War II film/ holocaust tends to have that effect on me. The absolute cruelty of the Nazis continues to upset and astound me. I, like everyone else of course, thinks Hitler should rot in hell and feel the pain that he caused for all eternity. I wonder if he does feel anything. That's one event in history that questions my "everything happens for a reason" theory.
And just as moving, also related to Germany- I saw Spring Awakening last night. The music and energy was great. I liked the "rock opera" feel that was somehow more timeless than Rent despite it taking place in the early part of the 20th century. In some ways, the musical paralleled Charlotte Gray in that it demonstrated how with love comes pain. But that in the end, you'll get through the pain and love is what really matters.
Okay, after.. errr.. 4 + hours of TV/ movie watching, it's time for some reading.
Peace and Love.
Stylish Ladies
Let's not forget that us New Yorkers have some style of their own. One could say that there is a certain je ne sais quoi about these woman that I photographed around the city this fall.
Ooh La la
I have recently discovered a delightful new blog. Okay, perhaps not discovered since it was featured in the New York Times- but now I'm hooked. For tips on how to dress like a french woman, please see Garance Doré informative post here where she is interviewed by Joanna Goddard, also a new favorite. My favorite answer, and her conclusion is this
"To sum it up, here’s the answer to your first question.
The French woman is like Alain Delon**. The French woman doesn’t take any resolutions. The French woman is. The present is her sole religion. In fact, Joanna, the mystery behind the French woman is that she has confidence in herself, despite all the nonsense she says."
So please, have confidence in yourself, despite all the nonsense you may say. Hmm.. words I can live by.
Happy Friday!
I'm either having the worst carb hangover and am super tired, or am tired from potentially getting a contact high from my neighbor. Lately, every single time I've come home, my room has smelled like weed and it's not from me.
Ch Ch Ch Changes
Hate to beat a dead horse, I've had a great few months. Not only have I met some very cool people, but have ended relationships that were superficial and unhealthy. Rather than hang with people who constantly focus on the past and the lives of others, I have met people who are creative, inspiring, genuine and multifaceted. I guess everything happens for a reason.
As an example of someone who is creative, talented and inspiring, definitely check out the work of Matt Silver. I just saw an anthology of his films at The Anthology Films Archives on Second Avenue. I don't have a background in film but it's very obvious that this guy is talented. He offers a unique insight into common themes, whether it's marriage, the relationship between mother and son, how to deal with a bully or how to get over life's obstacles. And most of the work shown was done in high school and college!
Final side note of the evening- why are hipster girls so incredibly attractive?? I mean really? What's the deal? Are they thin from doing drugs? Is it their style? Are they all aspiring actresses? This is a mystery I have yet to solve. Hipster guys aren't so bad either. Maybe the bohemian lifestyle or that of a starving artist is better on the physique.
Wednesday
Having a real hard time getting going this morning. My apartment is dark and the outside doesn't look so inviting. Here's a photo to help, er, motivate me. Or maybe you. This was taken last Monday on my walk downtown. This random old lady toy was on the sidewalk so I used it as an odd prop.
Dating Adventure
I just got back from a date that I went on with a guy that I met at Solas. Oddly (or sadly) this is the first date, I believe, with a guy I met at Solas. I think the key was that he got my number and had to leave right off the bat before we could do something stupid, like make out at the bar. We went to Far Cat in the West Village. Definitely seems like a cool hang out. Was fairly large and underground. Had ping pong, scrabble, shuffle board, pool and a bunch of other games. Did I mention Ping Pong!!?? We passed on the ping pong, thinking it was a bit too competitive and physical for a first date, and went with scrabble instead. But we were seated next to the biggest nerds ever. Like the kind that are fairly anti-social and unknowingly mean. Like I seriously wondered how they lived in New York. I mean, not to be a nerd hater, but I definitely think you can't escape some element of cool rubbing off on you after living here for, oh... a day!? I couldn't figure out what they were playing but I'm guessing it was some nerdy game that involved witches and warlocks or something like that.
okay, enough hating. The date was good. Smart and interesting guy. We'll see where it goes.
Good Morning
I've had trouble getting to sleep lately. I think I'm still on a vacation schedule. Ick. I'm not going to lie. I actually am not pleased with my Mud coffee this morning. Over the break, it was too weak and this batch seems too strong.
On my way to work, some woman stopped me to randomly ask whether or not I'd be looking for a someone to clean my apartment once a month. I'm glad I look like someone who can afford a large enough apartment to have it cleaned. Or to afford a cleaning person for that matter.
In other news, this is shaping up to be a very busy week. Tonight- date. Tomorrow- Matt Silver's show. Thursday- Spring Awakening. Friday- Movie and dinner with friend hopefully. Saturday-Brunch, and Girls' Night out of dancing. Oy.
And.. We're Back
After throwing up a few times and watching "Get Smart" which occasionally made me dizzy, I finally decided to give up and go to sleep even though it was only 8pm. I was doing a good job of sleeping when my friend called at 9:30 to point out something I didn't want to hear and definitely woke me up. It's not his fault in assuming I'd be awake at 9:30. Fortunately I woke up feeling better. Unfortunately, now I'm sort of wide awake and would have preferred starting the work week with a good 8 hours of sleep.
So aside from my severe hang over today - (yes, I have a problem stopping my drinking when I get going - but I also know my body is abnormally sensitive to alcohol) the start of 2009 continues to be one of the best starts to a new year that I've had. Every day (aside from today), I have balanced relaxing with doing something good for myself like my 90 minute spin class. And I've reconnected with old friends, made many new friends and continue to strengthen those that I have.
Anyway, last night I was leaving my apartment for the Upper West Side when I noticed someone lost their purse with their cell phone, wallet, etc.- essentially all their worldly possessions. A tourist from Washington State no less. I used her cell phone and called "home." Her husband picked up and told me he'd call me back after calling someone else in the group. Seeing as how it was really cold and I had to meet up with my friend, I found a police officer on the street and told him the story. Eventually once I got to the Upper West side, the daughter of the woman called me and told me I'd be receiving a reward in the mail. Oooh lala. So I've already done one good deed this year and I'm glad it fell into my hands. Who knows what others would have done with the purse.
Reconnected and spent some very quality time with an old friend. Was a smart idea to stay at her apartment because I tend to get distracted easily at bars. And her friend showed up who was also very nice to see. Happy faces all around. Except of course that I tried to keep up with them, both around 5ft 11. Around one, I headed downtown to my local and "pizza boy" was there. He was happy to see me but wasn't too pleased about being ignored a few months ago when I was surrounded by a bunch of other guys. No offense. But I'm not too protective of guys who only want to sleep with me. But I did meet one sweet, cute guy who got my number. We'll see where that goes. And there was another guy who has been interested in me for a while but I sort of ignored him once pizza boy got there.
The very end of the night ended with some drama. Some drunk guy threw a bottle at one of the sweet bartenders and her lip was bleeding. In my drunken stuper, I attempted to offer whatever help was needed but the asshole manager said something to me about me being disengenous. That pissed me off and I left. And hour later, at 6 am, I got two texts, one from pizza boy and one from my bouncer asking me what I was doing. 3 minutes apart. Funny cause one doesn't like the other. What was I doing?? Oh, I don't know. Sleeping!!!??
I would post about how last night was the perfect end to a fantastic week off, but I'm too dizzy. More to come.
Wow
So I just went from wondering if my original plans were going to happen to now having 3 options and wondering how I'm going to get to all of them. Life is good.
But more importantly. Holy crap. I just completed a 90 minute spin class in addition to 45 minutes of "chisel" I am awesome.
Peace and Love. Molly