Esthetic/Aesthetic

How was your Wiikend?

The best reasons for Wiiing (reasons not included on the instructions):

    Its great for toning the upper arms, beware of Wiiitis.
    When will you ever get to bowl with both George Bush and Bill Clinton sitting behind you, cheering you on?
    It's the perfect reason to throw a party.  You like your friends, why not play video games for hours with them?
    Discover the best reason yet to break up with someone.  You thought you liked spending time with him, then you saw him with a Wii and realized you never need to see this boy again.

Really? 4 Years?

My birthday was great.   Hope and Anchor was delicious for dinner and the Pioneer Bar never disappoints.  I even got my tarot cards read again by Lisa who works there.  I adore her.  She always goes into the same things in my life - a boy in a suit, me being a "great lady" in the future, money, my mom (she even knew she was visiting soon).  An old friend I haven't seen in forever came by and we probably had 1 too many pitchers of beer.  There was even a surprise guest at the end of the night that I've written about before.  I didn't invite the newest member of my life, I like to refer to him as the Pinball Champion, I'm not sure if it was good or not but certainly I wouldn't have ended the night dancing at Hanley's if I had. 

Boys....exhausting

New York is actually a very small town.  I remember the first time I realized that although its a huge town population wise, you'll always run into people you never thought you'd see again.  I was taken to a superbowl party that was a classic frat boy party, and I didn't actually know anyone but a girl who was with my friends saw a boy who'd she'd just had an internet date with the day before.  It seems completely unlikely, except noone thought it was.  The only annoying part is that before she'd realized it and went to talk to him I had a loooooong discusion with him.   The flirty kind of party discussion you have with boys that goes; football!  your sweater is original....commercials playing during football!  who do you know here?  oh, where do you live?  and what do you do? ....  he sells maps (fascinating, and I wasn't faking it, its a bizarre career, I was interested, and  he was cute) then when he reciprocated and asked what I do and it was obvious that I had a more stable "career" and income than him, he literally turned his back on me.  It went from a 100 to a -50 in no time flat.  And my family wonders why I'm single.  Its exhausting just trying to find an employed boy, let alone an employed boy with good hygiene.   Asshole. Alright, I feel better now.  I have jury duty Monday (my first real week day in the world with actual seeing eyes).  I hope I'm home early so I can remedy the amazing tin ceiling I found under my drop styrofoam ceiling that I can no longer look out knowing what is underneath.  What the F?  Long Island Guido Man thought this looked better?  Fool....

2007, Lesson 1

I know its been awhile, I've had a lot to think about.

My latest (and nicest thought) is that the longest relationship I've had with a man is with Andrew at Bumble and Bumble and I'm ashamed to admit I've cheated on him twice in the past 3 years and regretted it both times.  My first mistake was in trying out Salon De Quartier on Smith St and had my hair hacked to pieces by some recent German immigrant who picked up scissors in between smoke breaks.  Then this Saturday I tried another salon in Park Slope called Medusa, a place that seemed to have a good reputation.  The girl cutting my hair seemed lovely enough, but quite "hipster" something I am not, so now I have "cute" bangs, and I'm just not the girl to pull off "cute".  They'll grow out soon enough, but I feel foolish at the moment.  You should always stay with a man who after you leave you feel more beautiful and evolved than when you arrived.  Lesson learned.   

I did have the lovely experience of getting custom made foundation mixed for me just up the street at MYR, the best $40 I've spent this year.  Seriously, I put it on and you can't tell - its the perfect shade, an experience this pale, freckled girl has never had, no matter how many products I've tried.   Mallory, the owner, told me thats why she started her business.  She is pale, also, and after years working as a makeup artist saw a huge niche needing to be filled.  I also bought the most delicious smelling candle from her.  It smells like cake frosting...yummy. 

I had one of those morning riding the train yesterday where I fell in love with New York again.  All the adorable people reading their books, the oddest combinations of people sitting next to each other.  Like the hip hop guy, with his headband and baggy jeans mouthing the words to his music, sitting next to a mousy office girl dressed in monochrome.   The handsome black man in a suit right next to the overweight punk rock girl with piercings scattered over her face.  The adorable hipster boy carrying a tripod, well he was next to me, and he was adorable.  That kind of thing always makes a commute more enjoyable. 

I'm trying to find the best way to break up with someone...just on a general note.  Do you reference past events that bothered you?  Or do you just say what you feel and get it over with??  I suppose when it's happened to me I've always wanted to know why....but then again when I've been the breaker upper I just want to get it over with as quickly as possible.  Any thoughts??

22 Days

Holy Cow - I was very popular today.  Hello to everyone who's found me, I hope I don't bore you too much.  On to today's odd happening:

So, I stayed late to help out with a "tester" reel of a new show.  No problem, it was pretty fun.  More interesting than "WTHITBW", for sure.  I flag a cab so that I can get home in time for Project Runway and I even get a jeep type cab, which are always good and spacious.  I get in and when I start to tell the guy my address he says, "oh, yeah.  I know where you're going.  I've taken you home before."  Okay...the thing is I don't think I've taken a cab in months! Crazy.  And he also said that I was with someone, I'm thinking that it was when I was dating Mr. Aviator and there was some making out that made me memorable, but how crazy is it that he remembered exactly where I live?  I really do live in a very, very small world.  I'm used to running into old acquaintances and classmates and boyfriends, but now I'm running into ex cab drivers?  Wow.

 

The letting go continues

I found out last night an old boyfriend of mine got married in November.  He married the girl he was seeing at the same time we were dating.  I knew when we were together he was looking for the wife to take to the suburbs and set up the house with a little porch and little people to play on it.  Something I was not looking for and always made me a bit nervous...but I liked him.  When I do meet someone I like I usually fall pretty quickly and pretty hard and he made my heart race pretty quickly.  I guess I have to get over it.  Its just hard to think that if you'd played the game a little different or met that person at a different time, what would have happened?  Its just too hard to meet anyone you can't wait to see again. 


This is how my head feels - like a jumbly mess of rods and wires that keep the whole Wonder Wheel turning.

Anyways.... back to work.  The Gackalacki ladies are killing me!  One more week! 

PS - my show may be saved!

I am Job - let the locusts come

It's official.  This year so far has been AWFUL.   It started with me eagerly waiting for the lampshade I shipped from Seattle to myself.  The coolest lampshade I've ever seen.  It now seems to be lost forever and my lamp is naked.  THEN my NY girl 'friends' made it painfully obvious how they perceived our friendship (which is directly in opposition to how I did), thankfully I've already made amends to my concern about that.  THEN some boy in the neighborhood has decided I'm his girlfriend and will not get the hint and stop calling and texting me, so much for my anonymity around here.  THEN my landlord locked me out of my apartment and conveniently forgets the numerous times I told him I didn't have a key to my bottom lock AND yells at me for not knowing how to break in to my place OR be willing to pay for the locksmith.  THEN I got chased down the street during lunch on Thursday by some crazy guy and had to duck into a deli to get away from him.  AND finally the table I ordered a week ago that I've wanted for months somehow got cancelled and within the 6 days of ordering/cancelling they no longer carry it and I need to rethink my entire dining area. 

Somehow it's all still comical, perhaps someone has tainted my water, but it's yet to bother me all too much.  The last weird thing is that somehow in the final few weeks of working on a show that I've hated and urged America to not watch, I suddenly am given the opportunity to make one good episode.  One episode that I will actually tell people about and feel proud if they watch.  Maybe it's the universes way of paying me back.  Of course, I'm sure the network will insist I take out all the good parts....

To finish - one picture of my nephew...because he so damn cute I can't stand it!

Dating rule #4

Never EVER let your date look at your dirty napkin during the meal.  When and how and who's mother EVER let them get past the age of six without teaching them that napkins belong on laps, not crumpled near your plate.   Yuck yuck yuck.  Even if you're the genetically perfect combination of  Gus Hansen and Jon Cryer, if you keep your dirty napkin up on the table for me to look at, I will never go out with you again. And I'll want to go home soon after the bill arrives.