I don't have anything exciting to say.
Translucent ruminations of a very pale girl.
I'm a couple days delayed in this post, which isn't much a surprise since that's usually the case. While at Target shopping for Halloween candy and extra do-dads for our Brattle party this past weekend. I got smacked in the face (metaphorically) with the Big X. A week before Halloween, the Target staff was already consolidating the goodies and making way for some ho, ho, hos. You would think I'd be used to this. It happens every year.
This shit will change your life...
Not that anyone particularly cares and I'm boardering obsessive at this point (hey, I have no work booked and my house is actually clean, what else can I do that doesn't involve racking up my AmEx bill?), but I think I figured out what has rubbed me the wrong way about the EVC. No, it's not the fact that she lived on East 5th but went to cheesy clubs like Avalon (I think there was a rumor that she or her roommate was cage dancing there). No, it's not because she was constantly trying to prove herself to our graduating class with stories about her boss asking her to help pull her tampon out. No, it's not because she fronts....
When I was 3, I took 3rd place in the Lavallette Children's Costume Contest. I was Little Red Riding Hood and was beat by a spaceman (who I believe was Justin Lamb) and the ultimate costume, Oscar the Grouch, played by Pam (known at that time as PJ) or Kelly Phillips.
I received a curious note in the mail from "Nicole Richie" about this blog, here is my response...
I go to Lucky's a lot. At least twice a week whether for food or drink. Maybe because it's the closest place to go from my apt. It isn't the best food but it's grown on me because there really isn't much else around here. They always have these fancy mini burgers that are some sort of hamburger, vealburger, duckburger, all kinds of burgers that I won't eat.
My senior year of college, I joked around when asked at the beginning of a semester that I wanted to be a professional Jewish Boston socialite. It took a while for reality to kick in that it takes years to become both a Jew and a socialite. At one point I gave up on that dream but now it's slowly becoming a reality.
I should have originally posted this rather than trying to email the few girls I went to college with.
And it's really beautiful.
I just had the busiest 3 weeks since I moved here. I thought things would slow down last week but they didn't. But I have no work booked for this week (or ever again) so I'm going to attempt to refocus my priorities on developing the content of this a bit better.
Grissom's been pissed since Shaka moved out (and a whole building away). He's a fucking weirdo and started hoarding things in the guest bathtub. Here's what I've found in the past week:
Is it Pats Country? Whatever it's called, I visited it today at the Stadium in Southie. Places like that shouldn't be taken soberly, which of course I did because I'm about to go to dinner with Mike's fam at Oishi (sushi two nights in a row folks, I'm sure you can guess how hungry I am).
I've continued to have a reminiscent feelings about high school. It's not exactly deja vu (great, now that fucking Beyonce song is in my head), just a feeling of "wow, this is exactly where I wanted to be in 1997".
It's that time of year when it's getting chilly and I'm constantly feeling a cold coming on. Times like these I like to rely on the things that make me feel warm and safe that remind me of being a little kid. For me it's old surf movies like Endless Summer (although Wingnut and Pat from ESII are far hotter than the originals) and pastina. For about 4 years of my life, I ate pastina everynight for dinner. No one makes it better than my Nanny although my Mom is a close second. What I would do for a bowlful of warm, buttery tiny stars right now.
It's a right of passage in NYC to have your pic posted on a party website like Last Nights Party or Misshapes. It's one thing to be caught on them, another to be caught with your shirt off (no comment). They've become my guilty pleasure since I moved so I can check up on where my friends are going and what the "cool" kids are wearing (blech).
Anyone know any good h'our derve-y foods that would be good to serve at a cocktail party that are fall-ish? Not too Halloween kitschy or seriously Thanksgivingy. Something clever and in the middle like butternut squash soup or something with pumpkins. Holler at your girl.
1. Don't talk shit about other companies/people
Now that I'm sorta caught up on things (more pics and stories from Chi-town to come), I promise I'm going to make the content of this thing more interesting by linking to the most interesting gossip I find. First I have to figure out how to do it. Maybe tomorrow, I promise...
Hugo has been sick. We thought he caught Mike's cold but he has kennel cough. He's on meds now so he'll be better. He hasn't coughed once since I got home for work.
Michelle and I went to Chicago this past weekend to visit Caroline. We stayed at her charming apt on Wicker Park and enjoyed a weekend full of cats, cupcakes, shopping, laughter, dirty talk, massages, naps, allergy attacks, snacking supplies and merrymaking in general. We played Never Have I Ever in which I lost (or won depending on how you think about it) and went to the Lincoln Park Zoo on an urban safari. Did I mention we ate cupcakes? I spent all my money on the best cupcakes in Chicago and booze. It was a glorious weekend and hopefully one that will continue to repeat itself in places like Helsinki and Amsterdam next year.
Word to DJ Elle for recognizing me at Sam's party. I met her when I moved to NY in 2000, have been to her parent's house in LI and asked her to DJ for Michelle's 21st bash (who is now her roommate). Every time I see her, someone introduces me to her, usually Michelle.
While in Maine, most of Mike's friends got a cottage together ("The Starfish") on the hotel property (we were in the hotel). This was where all the cool kids were hanging out. It was a smorgasborg of Andover and Wessleyan kids, most of which I knew. It really was like high school again and I was the cool freshman.
A big (belated) congratulations to Hannah and Jason Harlow for a glorious wedding weekend in Southport, Maine. They set the bar high for not just Andover related weddings but weddings in general. I've never seen a more calm and cool bride and groom and on top of that, both families were just as laid back. There was a bonfire and bluegrass music and lawn games and lobster excursions and beautiful weather and mac n cheese and candlepin bowling. The ceremony itself was 7 minutes long, had one reference to God ("...normally this is wear people talk about God") and a beautiful view.
**Eventually there will be a picture here**
The last night I was in NY recently, I had a wonderful evening that began with trekking from Columbia U to Spring St to meet Mike for dinner at La Esquina (I love when he can read my mind when I'm hungry). Mike and I tend to sit next to people on their first date. We like to conjure up uncomfortable conversations that are about STDs or pretend to get into a fight to make them uncomfortable. This time, we sat next to a new sort of phenomenon.
If anyone is reading, I'm back to earth. Besides Boston, I've been in NY, New Hampshire, Maine and Chicago for the past two weeks in between tying shoelaces and fluffing fake Christmas trees for work. I'm tired but I know I have some tidbits to share. Hopefully some pics will pop up soon thanks to my trusty photographer Michelle (she takes great monkey pics, you'll see).
Having returned from Maine earlier today, I've had a string of evenings that resulted in me being strunk the next morning since I was in NY.