Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Betty Hollywood says...
It was a holiday weekend so one would assume the freak flag would fly, but like new year's eve, a long weekend can sometimes be overrated. we started off on friday with drinks at the belmont with friends. it was the first time S. was meeting said friends and he was a total weirdo. such is life. I accept and love the oddball for who he is. afterwards we hit up temple bar in santa monica to catch S's boys from purchase, dujeous. they were awesome. really. great. music. we got thai food on the late night at toi and got home around 2am quitting time. saturday we headed to ayesha's in riverside for some slayer, drinking and drinking. ayesha made an unbelievable spread of homemade cookies and margaritas. the salt water pool was perfect and we spent the day rocking out with our cacks out. S. totally hung with 6 crazy chix in bikinis. not so bad. ayesha (editor's note: the wife of Kerry King from Slayer) is being filmed for a reality show so the camera crews that recorded our every move were not so real. we left pooped and chilled to the bone around 9pm. when I got home I was so cold that I spent the next 48 hours huddled up in bed with a massive cold (I guess the pool temp wasnt so perfect). memorial day was more of lying around nursing my cold and eating tom gai ha soup. I was happy to start up the work week again despite the fact that I dont work.
Suspect...
Let's see, Alanna...you are in Vegas, you are on a stripper pole, you are at the Penthouse Club, you can afford one of their steaks, you claim to know what a proper stripper should look like....you say you are an editor for Wife Swap, but...are you really a stripper?? C'mon, you can tell me....
Nicole
Nicole
Alanna Says...
I went to the Penthouse Club for dinner. Sure, I had to watch frat boys at the next table get lap dances by questionably female strippers while I ate my steak. But man, that was a DELICIOUS steak!
CONGRATULATIONS!!
Matt is our 100th poster! He wins a fun weekend day with Nicole, your hostess! Can you all supply ideas for our fun day that can be posted about later on? Direct it, people! You are the boss of me!
If you can't comment directly on the blog, just email me your ideas and if any of you actually do this, I will put them up. Merci!
Nicole
If you can't comment directly on the blog, just email me your ideas and if any of you actually do this, I will put them up. Merci!
Nicole
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Matt on the Upper East Side says...
Well, it was quite a weekend for weddings. It went down like this: Saturday: After picking up the car from dear old mom and dad in Westchester, I drove to exotic Great Neck, Long Island for the rehearsal dinner before the wedding of one of my best friends, D. (names herein abbreviated to protect the innocent, yada yada). His was a quick engagement to L. In fact, a year ago was their first date, so as D would say, "we're not messing around here, folks." The rehearsal dinner was at a local Italian restaurant, and that was the designated time for yours truly (a groomsman but not the best man) to deliver a speech. I admittedly didn't put a ton of effort into the speech, but it was well received. I told a silly anecdote about when D. and I first became friends (over 14 years ago). I then bookended it by telling another silly anecdote about the first time he told me about L. Whatever, a bit corny, but it worked. That night I actually crashed on a cot in D.'s hotel room. No, L. was not present - she spent the night before the wedding with her family. The next day, of course, I checked into my own room and got ready for the big event. Sunday: Suited up in our tuxes, I went with D. and the other groomsmen to the country club where the wedding would take place. The weather was glorious, and the setting on the Sound was lovely.
D.'s wedding went off without a hitch. The ceremony was just before sunset, outdoors, with a view of the Sound. The food at the cocktail hour was great. Jewish wedding, but not a kosher one, so there was shrimp cocktail along with pigs-in-blankets. The reception was a lot of fun, with the standard centerpieces, steak-or-fish dinner option, dancing the hora, etc.
Monday: Woke up exhausted the next day for the post-wedding brunch. Wearing a suit. Why was I wearing a suit? Because I was off to yet another wedding, this one for my friend J. and his bride R. Again, another round of festivities, though for this one I was more of an ancillary figure - not in the wedding party, and a somewhat more distant friend. Venue was lovely in New Rochelle, and the costumes both more and less formal than D.'s wedding: The groomsmen wore morning suits and ascots at this one, but the guests were not dressed in black tie (unlike D.'s wedding, which was black tie for all).
Finally, after they served dessert, I bid farewell to the bride and groom and dragged my weddinged-out ass back to mom and dad's to drop off the car, return to the City, and get a few hours of sleep before work at 9am. No more weddings until December... and that's fine by me.
D.'s wedding went off without a hitch. The ceremony was just before sunset, outdoors, with a view of the Sound. The food at the cocktail hour was great. Jewish wedding, but not a kosher one, so there was shrimp cocktail along with pigs-in-blankets. The reception was a lot of fun, with the standard centerpieces, steak-or-fish dinner option, dancing the hora, etc.
Monday: Woke up exhausted the next day for the post-wedding brunch. Wearing a suit. Why was I wearing a suit? Because I was off to yet another wedding, this one for my friend J. and his bride R. Again, another round of festivities, though for this one I was more of an ancillary figure - not in the wedding party, and a somewhat more distant friend. Venue was lovely in New Rochelle, and the costumes both more and less formal than D.'s wedding: The groomsmen wore morning suits and ascots at this one, but the guests were not dressed in black tie (unlike D.'s wedding, which was black tie for all).
Finally, after they served dessert, I bid farewell to the bride and groom and dragged my weddinged-out ass back to mom and dad's to drop off the car, return to the City, and get a few hours of sleep before work at 9am. No more weddings until December... and that's fine by me.
Por Que?
Why was Miss Mexico booted?
WHY was Dave Navarro a judge?
I read "Lucky" too, some time ago.....I still think about it....
Nicole
WHY was Dave Navarro a judge?
I read "Lucky" too, some time ago.....I still think about it....
Nicole
Juliana Says...
My weekend started Thursday after work – my girlfriend Amada & I used some Bliss spa gift certificates that I got for Christmas to treat ourselves to a 75-minute massage at Bliss Soho… I've got to say, it’s pretty damn sweet in there -- they had to boot us out of the place! We have no shame & tried every little thing in the place – from their amazing shower/saunas, to everything single lotion & rub they had to offer. After working up an appetite beautifying, we went for a bite at this little restaurant called Bar Marche for a bottle of wine & some grub – very cute place.
Friday all I had scheduled was to get my hair done – between the massive amts of gray in my hair & the droopy length, there was simply nothing cute about it. Three hours & -- no exaggeration–- over $250 later (is it just me, or is that really freaking insane??! Hair care is some crazy expensive sh*t nowadays! Hell, if I had known, I would’ve studied that instead of law!) I finally got out of there looking like a new person. My brother Ignacio met me at the hair salon (almost didn’t recognize me, he said... *smile*) & we walked down from Chelsea to Soho, stopping to do some shopping & lunch along the way. Iggy bought two pairs of Levis skinny jeans (biatch can fit into them, but I’m not bitter!) & I got some cute speckled gold flats at Urban Outfitters that I’m considering returning because a) they weren’t on sale; & b) I’m not sure they're really worth the $48 I paid considering they do this weird thing with one of the straps…so jury’s still out on them (I know $48 isn’t a big deal at all for shoes, but I never pay full-price for anything – I’m kind of freaky that way.) After having some rice pudding at that place with the different flavor puddings (still doesn’t beat my mom’s, but have to admit the cherry mascarpone was very good) we headed back uptown to see the apartment my bro is house-sitting for. His friend is a fashion designer & has a very cute place with so much potential on the UWS in one of those fancy old buildings. Problem is, the guy collects massive amounts of stuff (everything from feathers to Corningware) – really random stuff that he’s supposedly going to sell on eBay but hasn’t, so the place just has this kind of weird, awkward & to be honest, kind of creepy feel to it. Actually, now thinking about it, it’s very Silence of The Lambs… I've got to talk to my brother about moving. Anyway, after leaving him in his new temporary abode, I met up with my man for drinks in my ‘hood.
Next day, we hung out in my apartment all day being lazy & then met up with his friends, Alan (a NYT journalist) & his wife, Denise (who works at a high-powered hedge fund, she’s got some stories!). They live in my area & had us over for drinks with some of their friends. We then all headed over to Riverside Café for some surly service & so-so wine. But it was a perfect night to be out. Afterwards, we walked over to this super-cute cheapie BYOB restaurant that turns out to be right around the corner from my place (I’m not going to name it because – no joke – it’s the size of a walk-in closet & I want to be able to get a table there in the future!) Everything’s organic & they cook everything fresh right in front of you in this tiny kitchen. It’s really good & really well-priced.
Sunday my man had a job in the a.m. & I puttered around my apartment doing all the stuff that I had been putting off doing – namely organizing & spring-cleaning my apartment. We met up later that night with two other couples, my girlfriend Amada & her man, Angel and Alan & Denise – to go see COMPANY on Broadway. It’s a Sondheim musical… I’m not really into musicals but hey, it’s Broadway & it’s free thanks to my girlfriend Theresa who generously and frequently supplies me with tickets, so what can I say? The men in the group were terrified that it would turn out to be another Coram Boy production. While only two of them were actually exposed to Coram, they managed to scare the bejesus out of the third so that by intermission we were all running for a drink. Honestly, you do need a drink for it. Don’t get me wrong, the singing is fantastic if you like that kind of music & they got pretty creative with the actors - - each one played a different musical instrument on stage, so instead of an orchestra it was them providing the music (who knew you could find Equity actors that could sing & dance AND play the French horn, violin or trumpet at the same time – I was impressed!) but overall, not my cup of tea. Despite what the men said, I preferred Coram Boy to it any day. Went to dinner afterwards at one of those little faux-French-bistro-type places & then my man’s home in Queens.
Finally, yesterday after leaving Queens I was completely absorbed in my book (Lucky by Alice Sebold, about her rape as a teen in college) & didn’t realize the local turned express & ended up on 125th. Well, since I was there I, of course, had to stop at Marshall’s. It’s my fav store & any excuse is a good excuse to check out what they’ve got. Usually it has this amazing shoe dept (I think it actually has a sign that says that “Amazing Shoe Department") – however, this time the shoe dept looked like it had been ransacked by some big-footed women because the 9 ½ & 10 areas were almost completely empty. Weird. Still managed to find two cute sundresses for $20 each that I couldn’t live without though. Finally got back to my place, picked up the rest of my laundry & finished organizing (more or less) my place… problem with my place is that basically I've got too much sh*t – too many good deals I guess. If I was ever granted three wishes, one would include a massive walk-in closet… Anywhoo, the rest of the evening consisted of watching Law&Order marathon & some of the Miss Universe pageant (gotta find out who ended up winning – I can't believe Miss Mexico was booted – you could hear the audience was NOT happy considering it was being held in Mexico City… and since when does Dave Navarro qualify as a Miss Universe judge??)
Friday all I had scheduled was to get my hair done – between the massive amts of gray in my hair & the droopy length, there was simply nothing cute about it. Three hours & -- no exaggeration–- over $250 later (is it just me, or is that really freaking insane??! Hair care is some crazy expensive sh*t nowadays! Hell, if I had known, I would’ve studied that instead of law!) I finally got out of there looking like a new person. My brother Ignacio met me at the hair salon (almost didn’t recognize me, he said... *smile*) & we walked down from Chelsea to Soho, stopping to do some shopping & lunch along the way. Iggy bought two pairs of Levis skinny jeans (biatch can fit into them, but I’m not bitter!) & I got some cute speckled gold flats at Urban Outfitters that I’m considering returning because a) they weren’t on sale; & b) I’m not sure they're really worth the $48 I paid considering they do this weird thing with one of the straps…so jury’s still out on them (I know $48 isn’t a big deal at all for shoes, but I never pay full-price for anything – I’m kind of freaky that way.) After having some rice pudding at that place with the different flavor puddings (still doesn’t beat my mom’s, but have to admit the cherry mascarpone was very good) we headed back uptown to see the apartment my bro is house-sitting for. His friend is a fashion designer & has a very cute place with so much potential on the UWS in one of those fancy old buildings. Problem is, the guy collects massive amounts of stuff (everything from feathers to Corningware) – really random stuff that he’s supposedly going to sell on eBay but hasn’t, so the place just has this kind of weird, awkward & to be honest, kind of creepy feel to it. Actually, now thinking about it, it’s very Silence of The Lambs… I've got to talk to my brother about moving. Anyway, after leaving him in his new temporary abode, I met up with my man for drinks in my ‘hood.
Next day, we hung out in my apartment all day being lazy & then met up with his friends, Alan (a NYT journalist) & his wife, Denise (who works at a high-powered hedge fund, she’s got some stories!). They live in my area & had us over for drinks with some of their friends. We then all headed over to Riverside Café for some surly service & so-so wine. But it was a perfect night to be out. Afterwards, we walked over to this super-cute cheapie BYOB restaurant that turns out to be right around the corner from my place (I’m not going to name it because – no joke – it’s the size of a walk-in closet & I want to be able to get a table there in the future!) Everything’s organic & they cook everything fresh right in front of you in this tiny kitchen. It’s really good & really well-priced.
Sunday my man had a job in the a.m. & I puttered around my apartment doing all the stuff that I had been putting off doing – namely organizing & spring-cleaning my apartment. We met up later that night with two other couples, my girlfriend Amada & her man, Angel and Alan & Denise – to go see COMPANY on Broadway. It’s a Sondheim musical… I’m not really into musicals but hey, it’s Broadway & it’s free thanks to my girlfriend Theresa who generously and frequently supplies me with tickets, so what can I say? The men in the group were terrified that it would turn out to be another Coram Boy production. While only two of them were actually exposed to Coram, they managed to scare the bejesus out of the third so that by intermission we were all running for a drink. Honestly, you do need a drink for it. Don’t get me wrong, the singing is fantastic if you like that kind of music & they got pretty creative with the actors - - each one played a different musical instrument on stage, so instead of an orchestra it was them providing the music (who knew you could find Equity actors that could sing & dance AND play the French horn, violin or trumpet at the same time – I was impressed!) but overall, not my cup of tea. Despite what the men said, I preferred Coram Boy to it any day. Went to dinner afterwards at one of those little faux-French-bistro-type places & then my man’s home in Queens.
Finally, yesterday after leaving Queens I was completely absorbed in my book (Lucky by Alice Sebold, about her rape as a teen in college) & didn’t realize the local turned express & ended up on 125th. Well, since I was there I, of course, had to stop at Marshall’s. It’s my fav store & any excuse is a good excuse to check out what they’ve got. Usually it has this amazing shoe dept (I think it actually has a sign that says that “Amazing Shoe Department") – however, this time the shoe dept looked like it had been ransacked by some big-footed women because the 9 ½ & 10 areas were almost completely empty. Weird. Still managed to find two cute sundresses for $20 each that I couldn’t live without though. Finally got back to my place, picked up the rest of my laundry & finished organizing (more or less) my place… problem with my place is that basically I've got too much sh*t – too many good deals I guess. If I was ever granted three wishes, one would include a massive walk-in closet… Anywhoo, the rest of the evening consisted of watching Law&Order marathon & some of the Miss Universe pageant (gotta find out who ended up winning – I can't believe Miss Mexico was booted – you could hear the audience was NOT happy considering it was being held in Mexico City… and since when does Dave Navarro qualify as a Miss Universe judge??)
Wait...
What's the Jewish version of the Chinatown Bus? Oy Veyhound?
Seriously folks...what is it?
Nicole
Seriously folks...what is it?
Nicole
Brock in Our Nation's Capital Says...
I took the Jewish version of the Chinatown Express from DC up to NYC to spend the weekend with a couple of my best friends from back in the day. What day you ask? Perhaps the days of yore...i dunno...anyway, one of them is having a baby in a month, so i figured it'd be a good time to pop up there before the baby pops out. Excellent decision on my part. Friday i got into Manhattan around 10, hopped a cab to the LES, met up with friends, got a cheesesteak, then proceeded to drink Strongbow at Local 138 until sometime after 4am...when it was time for some excellent couch sleep.
Saturday, got up, got some tasty brunch, then watched random youtube videos at the apartment until heading back to Local 138 for a baby shower and some excellent mid-day drinking. Despite the shower attempting to suck all the testosterone out of the bar, much manly drinking was taking place with plenty of shots and cursing to go around. I might've even scratched my balls and spat on the ground a couple times just to assert my position. This drinking went on for close to 11 hours...my liver was crying to me when i left...more couch sleep was needed.
Sunday, I had an Australian brunch, which is no different from an American brunch, it just comes with a side serving of crappy accent, but I did have a delicious medium rare burger with bacon and egg on top which makes me drool just thinking about it again. Afterwards, I watched about an hour's worth of "Big Trouble In Little China"...an underrated John Carpenter movie to say the least. Then i was back on the bus, on my merry way back to DC, where i promptly slept for a day...on my own couch b/c my bedroom was too damn hot.
While i did nothing in NYC that I couldn't do in DC...and i stayed in approximately a 4 block radius while I was up in NYC...and i didn't see any sights whatsoever...and never really have in all my visits to the city...I certainly had fun. My liver, on the other hand, is gonna come after me for what I did to it.
Saturday, got up, got some tasty brunch, then watched random youtube videos at the apartment until heading back to Local 138 for a baby shower and some excellent mid-day drinking. Despite the shower attempting to suck all the testosterone out of the bar, much manly drinking was taking place with plenty of shots and cursing to go around. I might've even scratched my balls and spat on the ground a couple times just to assert my position. This drinking went on for close to 11 hours...my liver was crying to me when i left...more couch sleep was needed.
Sunday, I had an Australian brunch, which is no different from an American brunch, it just comes with a side serving of crappy accent, but I did have a delicious medium rare burger with bacon and egg on top which makes me drool just thinking about it again. Afterwards, I watched about an hour's worth of "Big Trouble In Little China"...an underrated John Carpenter movie to say the least. Then i was back on the bus, on my merry way back to DC, where i promptly slept for a day...on my own couch b/c my bedroom was too damn hot.
While i did nothing in NYC that I couldn't do in DC...and i stayed in approximately a 4 block radius while I was up in NYC...and i didn't see any sights whatsoever...and never really have in all my visits to the city...I certainly had fun. My liver, on the other hand, is gonna come after me for what I did to it.
Carlo in NJ says...
I took my son Giancarlo (very soon to be 5 years-old) to see his first feature film "Spiderman 3" in the theatre, with my father and sister-in-law. He did awesome, no running to the bathroom, I only had to step out once to run and get him some overpriced water.
The next day we had his birthday party, with family, once he realized that if we invited his classmates he couldn't sit in his room and play with his toys with three or four of his select buds he turned down having a kids party.
The next day we had his birthday party, with family, once he realized that if we invited his classmates he couldn't sit in his room and play with his toys with three or four of his select buds he turned down having a kids party.
Amber-Lea in Carroll Gardens Says...
Hiking Anyone?
A friend runs a company (The East Coast Outdoors) for getting city folks to take lovely hikes in the mountains. I did one this past weekend with them and it was great. They are doing another later in the summer that sounds equally cool and which I am considering going on. It's a workout, but not really difficult. No special equipment is required, and regular running shoes are fine.
http://www.theeastcoastoutdoors.com/NJlake.html
If you're interested in getting out of the city for a day, I highly recommend it.
Amber
A friend runs a company (The East Coast Outdoors) for getting city folks to take lovely hikes in the mountains. I did one this past weekend with them and it was great. They are doing another later in the summer that sounds equally cool and which I am considering going on. It's a workout, but not really difficult. No special equipment is required, and regular running shoes are fine.
http://www.theeastcoastoutdoors.com/NJlake.html
If you're interested in getting out of the city for a day, I highly recommend it.
Amber
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I Hate Dill
I hate dill so much that earlier in life, when I used to forget that I hated it and would think it might be okay to eat it and wind up sickened, I began saying to myself every now and then "I hate dill I hate dill I hate dill" to drum it into my head so I'd never forget it again. And now I never do. It never passes my lips. I hate dill.
Juliana Says...
I trekked up to Stratford CT to visit my friend Theresa & her family…. It was supposed to be a “Girls Night” but now that she’s married with an 18-mos. old (Gracie) it’s more like an everyone-and-their-mother-night. Plus, it’s rare that I get to see her if I don’t go up there. Theresa is my extremely generous friend who works for a Broadway producer and is frequently hooking me (& my posse) up with free tickets to shows & premieres... very cool, right? But we don’t usually get to hang much at those events since she’s always working. So, if I want to see her properly, I usually have to make my way up there to do it.
Anyway, I got there mid-afternoon on Saturday by train. I don’t know why, but I love traveling by train – esp. out of Grand Central. I think probably because it reminds me of another era… like in those old B&W movies where train stations were these romantic &/or mysterious places where romantic &/or mysterious things always happened, instead of the smelly & shady places that they really are. Either that or because the motion always puts me to sleep. (Funny enough, the night before I watched Zhou Yu’s Train – about a woman who travels by train 2x week to visit her lover… very beautiful). Anyway, she met me at the station & we went back to her house. She lives in this cute house that doesn’t lack in a single thing: outdoor Jacuzzi, bar, patio… and they just installed an above ground pool & gazebo area! Seriously, it’s crazy. Whenever I visit her, I’m reminded of just how much NOT like an adult I’m living in my 5th-floor walkup. Anyway, she greeted me with pineapple martinis (which I soon became an expert in making), steaks on the grill & this kick-ass potato salad (it had dill – I love dill). She invited two other couples over & we sat around yapping, drinking pineapple martinis & homemade wine (no joke, one of the guys makes his own – not bad actually) & smoking too many cigs (I always end up wanting a cig when I drink!) By evening’s end the girls & I ended up putting on Catch & Release which Theresa had gone out & bought the day before, unfortunately for her. I don’t know what it is about Jennifer Garner that annoys me so much… I know she’s pretty – and she seriously has a body I’d kill for – but sometimes I think she looks like a guy. She kind of reminds me of the chick from Boys Don’t Cry minus the acting chops… maybe that’s it: she always plays the same type.
I stayed over Theresa’s Saturday night and after waking up at noon (suburbia is wonderful for sleeping in – so quiet) we just hung-out in her yard nursing our hangovers & playing with the baby, Gracie. She is so cute, it’s painful. She’s got the longest eyelashes I've ever seen on a kid – lucky girl will never need mascara! And she’s good too – not one of those kids that needs constant attention. She’s totally my kind of kid – roly-poly, loves bread, makes eyes at everyone & does her own thing!
Afterwards, I went with T to run some errands at Home Depot (I love that place, just wish I had the inclination to do handy stuff around my place), we BBQ’d for lunch (the perks of having an actual yard) & then headed over to her friend Layla’s early evening before I left. Layla is this gorgeous Lebanese-Italian woman with skin & hair to die for (she’s the one that’s married to the Sicilian guy who makes his own wine.) When she wears makeup, no joke, she glows. (Her eyelashes too are super-long, but that is mascara – her secret: Lancome’s Definicils… got to get me some.) Anyway, we hung out in her lovely house (she really did a nice job with the interior design – faux suede finish on the walls – how cool is that??) with the baby for awhile, chatting & having more wine (it was a very boozy weekend) & then I finally headed back on the train. Happily, the train ride was long enough for me to read TWELVE in one sitting – it’s supposed to be this crazy true story about this rich white drug dealer kid in high school & the rich kids he deals to, who end up having a real blow out (literally). I could see it being made into one of those after-school specials (do they even make after-school specials anymore?). If true, it was pretty disturbing… got home late, tried to put my apartment in order (I’m in the midst of trying to rearrange my closets to be able to get to my summer clothes) & went to bed. THE END.
What I Did Last Weekend, by Nicole A.
Friday night I went to my friend Yasmine's birthday party at a place called R Bar. Yasmine wore a shiny red satin dress and the whole place had red walls and red lighting so she really managed to pick the correct look to be the belle of the ball. I have this one favorite DJ in the city, Baby Blue, I have loved his work for years and years...he is the KING of Mash-Up and really does it well and picks the best songs to blend...it seems like whenever I go into a random bar these days (Tribe, R Bar) this guy comes running in with a case of records. Lucky me, he always brings it!!! Meg accompanied me to the party and told me a bunch of stories about videotapes she'd made in the seventh grade about Hair Growth Products and Grey Poupon, all acted out with a strong Long Island accent, that she recently found during her mother's move. I laughed and laughed. I cannot wait to see these vids. Anyway, R Bar has stripper poles. You wouldn't catch me on one of those, I am simply too dignified, or too old, and so I left the party before all the young hussies and gay mens at the party started climbing up on them.
Saturday I went to a very eclecticly populated party for the Preakness in the Upper West Side. Uopn walking into the eclecticly decorated apartment, I noticed right away that their kitchen was painted the exact same color I just painted mine like a week ago, so i felt at home. There were many teenage girls at this party. I liked them all and preferred to hang out with them as opposed to the other guests, but I have lost the plot on what they are supposed to look like, act like and be into at certain ages. One of them, 2 years short of a black belt, actually spoke down to me in our conversation. Others, about to begin high school, played Miss Mary Mac and Rockin' Robin. The one who looked the oldest and was the most, um, developed, was the youngest, entering seventh grade. The others had been testing to get into NYC's smartest public high schools, but spent the party coloring on their cell phones with a blue sharpie. I was mesmerized and lurked near them the entire time. Meanwhile, my friend Jill placed a bet on my behalf, choosing a horse for me on instinct. She chose Circular Quay, I have NO idea why, and that fantastic filly was dead last the entire time. Wonderful. When I saw that there was a horse named Flying First Class, I asked her why she didn't pick that one and she said it hadn't occurred to her. Love that. First Class and Nicole- not synonymous. The winning horse, Curlin, won by the proverbial nose. One of the party guests, called T-Ray, with a red face and red wavy mullet, and a voice that oughta be in commercials, showed up at the party with two middle-aged Florida looking womenfolk who he had just recruited from Coyote Ugly. One of them was wearing her brand new Coyote Ugly red wife-beater and it looked like when she took off her original top she took off her bra too, because her coyotes were howling. They probably expected some biker fun, based on the appearance and demeanor of T-Ray, so they split not long after their arrival. T was my other favorite party guest. He put a lot of effort into slicing strawberries, cutting up steak, talking in that voice of his, and discussing motorcycles with me. He likes Triumph and Moto Guzzi, as do I. Then he fell asleep on the sofa, arms crossed over his big steak filled belly. Adorable. I went home not long after and took it easy, Lord knows, I ate Sugar Babies at this party! Must sleep it off!
Sunday I simply cannot recall right now. I assume there was cooking and cleaning and I know there was Sopranos, which I actually cried out to at certain scenes involving A.J. Does anyone want to watch the finale with me? I need someone to clutch.
Nicole
Saturday I went to a very eclecticly populated party for the Preakness in the Upper West Side. Uopn walking into the eclecticly decorated apartment, I noticed right away that their kitchen was painted the exact same color I just painted mine like a week ago, so i felt at home. There were many teenage girls at this party. I liked them all and preferred to hang out with them as opposed to the other guests, but I have lost the plot on what they are supposed to look like, act like and be into at certain ages. One of them, 2 years short of a black belt, actually spoke down to me in our conversation. Others, about to begin high school, played Miss Mary Mac and Rockin' Robin. The one who looked the oldest and was the most, um, developed, was the youngest, entering seventh grade. The others had been testing to get into NYC's smartest public high schools, but spent the party coloring on their cell phones with a blue sharpie. I was mesmerized and lurked near them the entire time. Meanwhile, my friend Jill placed a bet on my behalf, choosing a horse for me on instinct. She chose Circular Quay, I have NO idea why, and that fantastic filly was dead last the entire time. Wonderful. When I saw that there was a horse named Flying First Class, I asked her why she didn't pick that one and she said it hadn't occurred to her. Love that. First Class and Nicole- not synonymous. The winning horse, Curlin, won by the proverbial nose. One of the party guests, called T-Ray, with a red face and red wavy mullet, and a voice that oughta be in commercials, showed up at the party with two middle-aged Florida looking womenfolk who he had just recruited from Coyote Ugly. One of them was wearing her brand new Coyote Ugly red wife-beater and it looked like when she took off her original top she took off her bra too, because her coyotes were howling. They probably expected some biker fun, based on the appearance and demeanor of T-Ray, so they split not long after their arrival. T was my other favorite party guest. He put a lot of effort into slicing strawberries, cutting up steak, talking in that voice of his, and discussing motorcycles with me. He likes Triumph and Moto Guzzi, as do I. Then he fell asleep on the sofa, arms crossed over his big steak filled belly. Adorable. I went home not long after and took it easy, Lord knows, I ate Sugar Babies at this party! Must sleep it off!
Sunday I simply cannot recall right now. I assume there was cooking and cleaning and I know there was Sopranos, which I actually cried out to at certain scenes involving A.J. Does anyone want to watch the finale with me? I need someone to clutch.
Nicole
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Coincidence
Some years ago Caitlin's sister and I went to Sundance together to do a shoot, and the first celebs we saw walking down the street were Kurt & Goldie. I guess these sisters are destined to spend time with the Russellhawns.
What team did the cockney guy support? I myself like Chelsea who just won the FA Cup. Thank you very much.
Nicole
What team did the cockney guy support? I myself like Chelsea who just won the FA Cup. Thank you very much.
Nicole
Caitlin in France Says...
I went to a wedding in Walton-on-Thames, just about 45 minutes south of London in the English countryside. Arrived Friday night to Gatwick, only to be picked up by a guy with the HEAVIEST cockney accent who seriously played the Beatles and talked about footy the whole ride. Such a character....Went to the rehearsal dinner at a pub, stayed until late....Saturday morning, took a trip to Hampton Court-- where Henry the 8th among other monarchs used to live-- and saw some American royalty in the form of Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn!!! They were just visiting the castle, incredibly non-discreetly, though Goldie was wearing her shirt inside out...Oooops....Saturday night-- wedding at this MANSION where the likes of the Vice President of Goldman Sachs was our barman....Sunday, flew home and ate spaghetti....
Hope yours was nice!
xo Caitlin
Hope yours was nice!
xo Caitlin
Your Personal Holistic Health Counselor Says...
I don't know what kind of digestive issues you are having (why didn't you go into great detail here? kidding), but yogurt is kind of bullshit. I recommend you get a probiotic supplement, liquid or tablet, and take it in the morning, 1/2 an hour before you eat breakfast, so it can get down in there and do its thing.
TIPS:
Keep them in the fridge.
Look for BILLIONS of bacteria. Not millions, y'all. BILLIONS!
Look for the "healthy trinity": Acidophilus / Bifidus / Bulgaricus
Bio-K is a good liquid brand
Look also for Natren brand and Jarro-dopolus brand.
For you? No charge!
Nicole
TIPS:
Keep them in the fridge.
Look for BILLIONS of bacteria. Not millions, y'all. BILLIONS!
Look for the "healthy trinity": Acidophilus / Bifidus / Bulgaricus
Bio-K is a good liquid brand
Look also for Natren brand and Jarro-dopolus brand.
For you? No charge!
Nicole
Amber-Lea in BK Says...
I dug out the old caulking around the bathtub and put in new. No, really. Then I ate something for dinner, but I can't remember what and then the Boy and I went to see an orchestral performance for free at a church on the Upper West Side. On Sunday, I boxed and did crunches and push-ups and now I can barely lift my arms. It was the first time I've worked out like that in over a year. Now I hurt in places that I swear did not previously exist. And I bought some yogurt because I've been having digestive issues.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Amber-Lea in BK Says...
What did I do this weekend? Well, sit back and let me tell you. I was one of 40-odd folks who filled 78% of the cinema at the American Museum of the Moving Image in QUEENS to see a screening of FAY GRIM, Hal Hartley's sequal to HENRY FOOL. It was GOOD. The boy and I stayed for a Q&A with Hartley during which he proved that he is a normal, nice human being, unlike the unctuous freakenstein who ran the Q&A. I also had some really good beer-battered fries. And that's only FRIDAY.
On Saturday - uh...wait. Um. The boy made a delicious omelet for breakfast, then a walk. OH, I went to the hardware store for a shelf. I read a comic book (Y: The Last Man for you nosy nellies). OH, no, that was Sunday.
On Saturday, we had the lovely omelet and then took the train to Rockaway Beach where we
took many photos. Of the wind. And I took video on the subway of people's feet.
On Sunday was that other stuff. Then I wrote some bad poetry. The boy and I also complained about children screaming in public and parents who indulge their infants and toddlers and give them whatever they want just to appease them and how those kids are going to have some hard lessons to learn later in blah blah blah. We also imagined a society where advertising was banned. How would it affect the economy? Could such a society survive? ACK!? Also there might also have been some sex. But you don't really know that for sure.
On Saturday - uh...wait. Um. The boy made a delicious omelet for breakfast, then a walk. OH, I went to the hardware store for a shelf. I read a comic book (Y: The Last Man for you nosy nellies). OH, no, that was Sunday.
On Saturday, we had the lovely omelet and then took the train to Rockaway Beach where we
took many photos. Of the wind. And I took video on the subway of people's feet.
On Sunday was that other stuff. Then I wrote some bad poetry. The boy and I also complained about children screaming in public and parents who indulge their infants and toddlers and give them whatever they want just to appease them and how those kids are going to have some hard lessons to learn later in blah blah blah. We also imagined a society where advertising was banned. How would it affect the economy? Could such a society survive? ACK!? Also there might also have been some sex. But you don't really know that for sure.
Andy (from Chicago this week) says...
On Friday I had a date - sushi in the West Village with a very skinny girl. She is cool but I did not feel the spirit so I probably won't pursue her. Then I watched the Long Hot Summer from Netflix and got high, so high. It is a great movie, but dated to the point where it seems almost like a play rather than a film. It's got Orson Welles and Paul Newman.
Saturday I cleaned up my apartment and sent to my broker the information he needed to land me a perfect little 1br in Park Slope. I am thrilled about this place, you cannot imagine, it is surrounded by mansions and has an amazing roof deck from which you can see the entire surface of the earth. Mehopes I get it. Then I took a car in to NJ to my brother's house (paid for by my work as ye shall see). We went to our parents house. That's right, Saturday night at the 'rents. They had some guests as well as us boyim.
Sunday morning my dad drove me to the airport, destined for Chicago, from which I am writing to you. My work needs me here for a week. I'm staying at the House of Blues. It's more or less still under construction. I wandered the streets of Chicago Sunday evening. It is next to NYC in urban coolness here.
Saturday I cleaned up my apartment and sent to my broker the information he needed to land me a perfect little 1br in Park Slope. I am thrilled about this place, you cannot imagine, it is surrounded by mansions and has an amazing roof deck from which you can see the entire surface of the earth. Mehopes I get it. Then I took a car in to NJ to my brother's house (paid for by my work as ye shall see). We went to our parents house. That's right, Saturday night at the 'rents. They had some guests as well as us boyim.
Sunday morning my dad drove me to the airport, destined for Chicago, from which I am writing to you. My work needs me here for a week. I'm staying at the House of Blues. It's more or less still under construction. I wandered the streets of Chicago Sunday evening. It is next to NYC in urban coolness here.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Betty Hollywood says...
Friday was a night of catching up with old friends. I went to Morton's (where they hold the Vanity Fair Oscar party each year) for yummy food and catch up conversation with Marnie. Afterwards, I was tipsy so I went to my boyfriend's house with a drunk glimmer in my eye and being the good, sexy girlfriend I am, fell asleep on his couch. Woke up Saturday and drove S. to the airport, then began my day of instense television watching. Not feeling so hot, I continued that process throughout the day. Sunday morning I awoke bright and early and headed to Agape for Mother's Day service. Went to the gym for a strong workout and then ended up at Lizzie's for a massive BBQ and pool party and to be with her baby for Mother's Day. It went late into the night, so by the time I got home at 11:30pm I was pooped. Not pooped enough to give mon mec a call in St. Louis and have phone sex. C'est la vie.
I Don't Recognize Myself
This weekend I was someone other than myself. I did things I do not do.
Friday, I returned to Home Depot (twice in 2 weeks- as opposed to the twice I've been in 6 years) to purchase supplies in order to PLANT VEGETABLES AND HERBS IN POTS on my fire escape. I have never done that before, no experience, no background in it. So I selected already sprouted oregano, parsley and basil for one pot, and "Cherry 100" brand cherry tomatoes for the other. My goal is to buy some bufala mozz, harvest my crops and have an instant caprese salad. BENE. The pots look great and I lovingly water them every day and pat the soil around their stems for no good reason. Friday night I went back out after potting the plants, got a slice of vegan spelt crust pizza, and saw that Brand on the Brain show that Kinkle writes about below. It was really an incredible experience to behold. I am a very high stimulation person and I like when there are a lot of elements to one thing, so this vibed at my level! Crispin Glover shouting ROMANIA ROMANIA ROMANIA...the unreal castrato, who was a lug looking like Uncle Vinny, opening his mouth and the voice of a pre-pubescent girl coming out...Foley artists making the sounds of leg bones breaking with celery and banging sticks with men's shoes duct taped to the ends on the floor to imitate people running down wooden stairs, and squishing wet rags to create the sound of paint being brushed on the wall...and a full conducted orchestra supplying the music to a beautifully shot, frenetically paced b& w silent film. All of this in a beautiful, opulent old theater too. I am so glad Kinkle invited me to this, she is pretty good at picking out weird stuff that I will like. One of the points of this blog is to give myself and others ideas of cool activities to do, so this filmgoing experience fits right in here. It will be playing at the Angelika v. soon so go and see for yourself! And post about it!
Saturday I found myself completely pulled into the undertow of a marathon of America's Next Top Model. I normally do not follow this show, I normally NEVER spend an entire day sitting in watching a marathon of ANYTHING, I don't know what happened here, that is not me. I guess the girls are pretty and I got hypmatized by them. This went on and on. And ON. And I won't even be home this Wednesday to see the winner get picked on the finale. All that viewing for naught. Does anyone know when they will re-run the final ep? Aw fug it.
Sunday I again turned into Bizarro Nicole. I painted my kitchen for the first time in all the years I've lived here. The color is Tang. Come see it. It's delicious and evokes fruit and juice and cocktail mixers and thirst quenching and Florida sunshine and sunflowers. Glorious. I also cooked healthy foods including a type of bean that I hadn't yet had, with the highest protein to carbohydrate ratio of any bean, and made my own salad dressing. This is not uncommon though. I added on to that with a first time in my life brewing of multiple tea bags to make a whole pitcher of ice tea. I am sure you are all scoffing and probably have full backyard vegetable gardens, a completely and tastefully decorated apartment, and your own brand of ice tea in your grocer's refrigerator. Whatev. I do plenty of stuff you all don't do. I am so busy doing all that stuff to have gotten around in my life to learning how to brew tea and painting my apartment. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Did anyone see the Sopranos? DAMN. I did and they've got me the past two weeks with the shocking plot machinations.
So this weekend had its own theme- what-live outside the box? Get bored and do stuff you never usually do? Do the thing you think you cannot do? What are you waiting for? I don't quite know, I just know that I am pretty proud of my actions and will take more pride in reaping the benefits of my efforts. mmmm tomateys!
Nicole
Friday, I returned to Home Depot (twice in 2 weeks- as opposed to the twice I've been in 6 years) to purchase supplies in order to PLANT VEGETABLES AND HERBS IN POTS on my fire escape. I have never done that before, no experience, no background in it. So I selected already sprouted oregano, parsley and basil for one pot, and "Cherry 100" brand cherry tomatoes for the other. My goal is to buy some bufala mozz, harvest my crops and have an instant caprese salad. BENE. The pots look great and I lovingly water them every day and pat the soil around their stems for no good reason. Friday night I went back out after potting the plants, got a slice of vegan spelt crust pizza, and saw that Brand on the Brain show that Kinkle writes about below. It was really an incredible experience to behold. I am a very high stimulation person and I like when there are a lot of elements to one thing, so this vibed at my level! Crispin Glover shouting ROMANIA ROMANIA ROMANIA...the unreal castrato, who was a lug looking like Uncle Vinny, opening his mouth and the voice of a pre-pubescent girl coming out...Foley artists making the sounds of leg bones breaking with celery and banging sticks with men's shoes duct taped to the ends on the floor to imitate people running down wooden stairs, and squishing wet rags to create the sound of paint being brushed on the wall...and a full conducted orchestra supplying the music to a beautifully shot, frenetically paced b& w silent film. All of this in a beautiful, opulent old theater too. I am so glad Kinkle invited me to this, she is pretty good at picking out weird stuff that I will like. One of the points of this blog is to give myself and others ideas of cool activities to do, so this filmgoing experience fits right in here. It will be playing at the Angelika v. soon so go and see for yourself! And post about it!
Saturday I found myself completely pulled into the undertow of a marathon of America's Next Top Model. I normally do not follow this show, I normally NEVER spend an entire day sitting in watching a marathon of ANYTHING, I don't know what happened here, that is not me. I guess the girls are pretty and I got hypmatized by them. This went on and on. And ON. And I won't even be home this Wednesday to see the winner get picked on the finale. All that viewing for naught. Does anyone know when they will re-run the final ep? Aw fug it.
Sunday I again turned into Bizarro Nicole. I painted my kitchen for the first time in all the years I've lived here. The color is Tang. Come see it. It's delicious and evokes fruit and juice and cocktail mixers and thirst quenching and Florida sunshine and sunflowers. Glorious. I also cooked healthy foods including a type of bean that I hadn't yet had, with the highest protein to carbohydrate ratio of any bean, and made my own salad dressing. This is not uncommon though. I added on to that with a first time in my life brewing of multiple tea bags to make a whole pitcher of ice tea. I am sure you are all scoffing and probably have full backyard vegetable gardens, a completely and tastefully decorated apartment, and your own brand of ice tea in your grocer's refrigerator. Whatev. I do plenty of stuff you all don't do. I am so busy doing all that stuff to have gotten around in my life to learning how to brew tea and painting my apartment. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Did anyone see the Sopranos? DAMN. I did and they've got me the past two weeks with the shocking plot machinations.
So this weekend had its own theme- what-live outside the box? Get bored and do stuff you never usually do? Do the thing you think you cannot do? What are you waiting for? I don't quite know, I just know that I am pretty proud of my actions and will take more pride in reaping the benefits of my efforts. mmmm tomateys!
Nicole
Kinkle in Williamsburg says...
I started the weekend early on Thursday when I met someone I used to work with at this nutty plus size women's magazine, at his friend's place in Carnegie Hall. The friend's nickname is, in fact, the DUCHESS of Carnegie Hall and she is 95 years old. She took a bunch of pics of celebs back in the day and supported her family of five kids shooting the stars. She gave me a book of photos of her shot in period garb by NY Times shutterbug Bill Cunningham and then we all went to the Russian Tea Room and had some drinky winks. I love old people, especially if they are interesting. Her (50something) son picked up the tab and I caught up with my former colleague who is as eccentric as ever. I left and went back to my ol' stomping ground 2A from my single days and met up with a friend who recently moved from Australia and also ran into someone I used to work with in Dallas with who now does PR for Sonia Rykiel. It's all about the fashion gals. I stayed til the rather late hour of 2am then dragged my ass home.
On Friday my husband was coming back from a week of rehearsing a band he's working with in Canada, and the offspring was at his grandparent's in New Hampshire. They picked me up after getting back to NYC and I was bowled over when my baby ran up to me and kept hugging me furiously. He had missed me a lot and it was really cute. Unfortunately I made plans to go out that night before I realized it was the night everyone came back, but since I will have baby duty most evenings until mid-June I'm glad I got the opportunity to do what I did. I went with Miss Nicole (the editor) and my friend Sara to see "Brand Upon The Brain," a live performance of a soundtrack for a film by Canadian director Guy Maddin. If you haven't ever seen his films, you should check them out because they are way trippy. This particular performance had Crispin Glover narrating live, a group of foley artists making sound effects, a small orchestra and a castrato singing (which had to be seen to be believed): all backing up a silent film. I won't say anymore than that but if you missed it you missed something truly special. Afterwards we were waiting to get Crispin Glover to sign one of his books but he ended up deciding not to come out and face the public (he's kind of a weird dude). I had a short chat with Guy Maddin himself who seemed surprisingly normal and friendly, and I also congratulated the castrato who only nodded his acknowledgement (damn!).We went on to K&M bar in my hood and met up with some other fun NYC ladies and listed to my hubby's best friend Mike Williams spin then I went home and woke my poor hubby up to gush about the experience.
Saturday the hubby had to get up and hit the studio so I hung out with my baby who is going through a very funny stage at the moment. He was doing pratfalls on the bathroom floor over and over to make himself laugh. I watched bad movies by myself Saturday night and then the documentary "That Man: Peter Berlin" which is about the Greta Garbo of gay porn. As you can see I have some weird interests. My husband came home and I kept him up talking about THAT for a while then we went to bed.
Sunday I got to sleep in as much as one can in a big open loft since it was Mother's Day. My husband made me a card with the baby's artistic input (he refuses to purchase greetings, they must all be personalized) and gave me this really cool gunmetal necklace from my fave jewelry store Catbird in Willyburg. It's a deer head with a full set of horns held up by a chain. Some girls get diamonds, I get gunmetal deer and I like it like that. It's funny because the NY Times recently had an article on how antlers are the new skulls which he didn't read, but he's good at picking up on the cultural zeitgeist nontheless. We went to brunch at Relish where the freaking hipster wait staff were their usual pain in the ass. ("No, you can't sit in the back room even though it's empty you have to sit outside where it is breezy and cold. Yes that other couple can move to a table in the sunlight but you can't because we can't be moving everyone. Yes you can order more bloody marys but I won't bring them to you.") They are such a pain in the ass if the food wasn't good and it wasn't a block away I would just boycott the place. Hubby went to work at the studio and I took the baby to the playground where some jerky undisciplined kid KICKED MY BACK when i was going down the slide with the baby, reminding me why I can't stand other people's kids or playgrounds in general.
I then returned home where we ate and then I watched the Sopranos & Entourage before going to bed. The End.
On Friday my husband was coming back from a week of rehearsing a band he's working with in Canada, and the offspring was at his grandparent's in New Hampshire. They picked me up after getting back to NYC and I was bowled over when my baby ran up to me and kept hugging me furiously. He had missed me a lot and it was really cute. Unfortunately I made plans to go out that night before I realized it was the night everyone came back, but since I will have baby duty most evenings until mid-June I'm glad I got the opportunity to do what I did. I went with Miss Nicole (the editor) and my friend Sara to see "Brand Upon The Brain," a live performance of a soundtrack for a film by Canadian director Guy Maddin. If you haven't ever seen his films, you should check them out because they are way trippy. This particular performance had Crispin Glover narrating live, a group of foley artists making sound effects, a small orchestra and a castrato singing (which had to be seen to be believed): all backing up a silent film. I won't say anymore than that but if you missed it you missed something truly special. Afterwards we were waiting to get Crispin Glover to sign one of his books but he ended up deciding not to come out and face the public (he's kind of a weird dude). I had a short chat with Guy Maddin himself who seemed surprisingly normal and friendly, and I also congratulated the castrato who only nodded his acknowledgement (damn!).We went on to K&M bar in my hood and met up with some other fun NYC ladies and listed to my hubby's best friend Mike Williams spin then I went home and woke my poor hubby up to gush about the experience.
Saturday the hubby had to get up and hit the studio so I hung out with my baby who is going through a very funny stage at the moment. He was doing pratfalls on the bathroom floor over and over to make himself laugh. I watched bad movies by myself Saturday night and then the documentary "That Man: Peter Berlin" which is about the Greta Garbo of gay porn. As you can see I have some weird interests. My husband came home and I kept him up talking about THAT for a while then we went to bed.
Sunday I got to sleep in as much as one can in a big open loft since it was Mother's Day. My husband made me a card with the baby's artistic input (he refuses to purchase greetings, they must all be personalized) and gave me this really cool gunmetal necklace from my fave jewelry store Catbird in Willyburg. It's a deer head with a full set of horns held up by a chain. Some girls get diamonds, I get gunmetal deer and I like it like that. It's funny because the NY Times recently had an article on how antlers are the new skulls which he didn't read, but he's good at picking up on the cultural zeitgeist nontheless. We went to brunch at Relish where the freaking hipster wait staff were their usual pain in the ass. ("No, you can't sit in the back room even though it's empty you have to sit outside where it is breezy and cold. Yes that other couple can move to a table in the sunlight but you can't because we can't be moving everyone. Yes you can order more bloody marys but I won't bring them to you.") They are such a pain in the ass if the food wasn't good and it wasn't a block away I would just boycott the place. Hubby went to work at the studio and I took the baby to the playground where some jerky undisciplined kid KICKED MY BACK when i was going down the slide with the baby, reminding me why I can't stand other people's kids or playgrounds in general.
I then returned home where we ate and then I watched the Sopranos & Entourage before going to bed. The End.
Tobias B. Says...
My weekend great and awful:
Saturday started perfectly, wanted to go to Mets game, but my girlfriend put the brakes on that. Instead we had a picnic in Central Park, which was amazing. We smuggled wine in a huge thermos, cheese & crackers, sandwiches, and fresh fruit. We laid on our blanket for a few hours and watched all of the bikers zoom by all while soaking up the sun! It was truly the best picnic I ever had! From there we returned home- had a little buzz going, started to clean and party a little. Had another bottle of wine after I was finished with my chores. My girl had mentioned to me that a friend of hers was having a get together at this bar, I thought we were still going. So I continued to get loose, the wine was gone so switched over to a little gin, and then capped my home beverage consumption with some tequila, the only thing left in the house. Not sure what went wrong but my girl all of a sudden wasn't in the mood to go out any longer so here I am in full party mode with nowhere to go. I was determined to go out from that point, and that's when my perfect day with my girl went terribly wrong. Ended up leaving her, and meeting up with a few women, one drink led to another, one call led to another bar, another call led to some other things, and before I knew it, the sun was rising and I'm laying in this lounge. Needless to say when I arrived home to my girl at 7:45 am, my Sunday was the polar opposite of my Saturday. Saturday, lots of love and smiles, Sunday lots of pain and tears. I'm such a fucking idiot!!
Saturday started perfectly, wanted to go to Mets game, but my girlfriend put the brakes on that. Instead we had a picnic in Central Park, which was amazing. We smuggled wine in a huge thermos, cheese & crackers, sandwiches, and fresh fruit. We laid on our blanket for a few hours and watched all of the bikers zoom by all while soaking up the sun! It was truly the best picnic I ever had! From there we returned home- had a little buzz going, started to clean and party a little. Had another bottle of wine after I was finished with my chores. My girl had mentioned to me that a friend of hers was having a get together at this bar, I thought we were still going. So I continued to get loose, the wine was gone so switched over to a little gin, and then capped my home beverage consumption with some tequila, the only thing left in the house. Not sure what went wrong but my girl all of a sudden wasn't in the mood to go out any longer so here I am in full party mode with nowhere to go. I was determined to go out from that point, and that's when my perfect day with my girl went terribly wrong. Ended up leaving her, and meeting up with a few women, one drink led to another, one call led to another bar, another call led to some other things, and before I knew it, the sun was rising and I'm laying in this lounge. Needless to say when I arrived home to my girl at 7:45 am, my Sunday was the polar opposite of my Saturday. Saturday, lots of love and smiles, Sunday lots of pain and tears. I'm such a fucking idiot!!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
My Own Cinco De Mayo
I went to Montauk on Friday night with my friend Laura. First, though, I found myself at her mother's early Mother's Day celebration, eating ice cream cake and talking about a reel to reel tape player her father used to have in Vietnam. Then they gave me some free shoes and we put the rubber on the road. Arriving in Tauk at 2 am I was greeted with a stunning view of a shining white moon reflecting over the ocean- a clear direct view out of Laura's window. She is staying rent free in the Panoramic View Hotel this summer as she is a realtor and is showing the property to people who will buy units that are being converted to condos in the fall. The rates are cheap for the summer and the beach there has nice shells. You are all invited!!
Saturday we woke, ate some Goober Grape, went to the beach to chat and gather shells and take some pictures....then we went to do one of my fave things- get some raw bar and drink a little beer. I drank Corona so that was my 5th of May celebration. We ate at Gosman's- with the big windows and water view, scrumptious lobster bisque, steamers with clam broth, and raw clams....good service, etc. Then we picked up her friend Steve at his spot and went to Cyril's- a roadside joint that if you turn your back to the highway feels like a Caribbean beach bar. They were playing Beanie Man (girlie girlie) and had the best, thickest coconut shrimp we'd ever tasted, and delicious fresh oysters. I also got friendly with my neighbor at the bar and he gave me some of his clams with horseradish and hot sauce. I'd never dressed my clams like that before and my body sure reacted to it- at one point the upper left quadrant of my lip began to swell. The conversation went like this: "Billy (the clam profferer), I have to say something to you...I'm just gonna put it out there....my lip is swelling up." Then I made him scrutinize it. Happily it unswelled (deswelled?) shortly thereafter, probably because my body was now more interested in dealing with my stomach afire and my burning throat. I clearly have a limit with the hotclams. Next we shoved off to the Montauket and saw one of the most gorgeous sunsets I have EVER had the pleasure of seeing- pink and purple fire- ahhhh. We decided to head home for an electro nap (disco is dead) (so is electro) and then revive and go to all the nightspots- plan totally aborted by falling asleep and not waking up until the middle of the night when I had insomnia for like 3 1/2 hours. Must be those goddamn hotclams!
Sunday I ate more Goober Grape, went to John's Pancake House for Corncakes, where they really have some very enticing and inventive pancake situations on their menu (i.e. coconut cakes with coconut syrup), and then drove to Easthampton and shopped around. Laura literally bought 1500 dollars worth of trousers for like $11- one of the finest retail victories that has ever been achieved, it's hard to explain how she did it, ask her when you come to Montauk... I also hit the Betsey Johnson Trifecta in J. Crew- the store of opposite design to Betsey's tastes-meaning I saw her, her daughter Lulu, and her granddaughter. My friend Yasmine works directly with Betsey so I thought about approaching her and saying so but I really couldn't see what the next stanza of that conversation would be so I deemed it not worth it and moved on. Finally I got on the train at Hicksville and choo-chooed home to watch the Sopranos in which two people I know had bit parts this week. Congratulations all around! So, best shrimp, best retail victory, best sunset...Montauk, a town of bests!!!
Nicole
Saturday we woke, ate some Goober Grape, went to the beach to chat and gather shells and take some pictures....then we went to do one of my fave things- get some raw bar and drink a little beer. I drank Corona so that was my 5th of May celebration. We ate at Gosman's- with the big windows and water view, scrumptious lobster bisque, steamers with clam broth, and raw clams....good service, etc. Then we picked up her friend Steve at his spot and went to Cyril's- a roadside joint that if you turn your back to the highway feels like a Caribbean beach bar. They were playing Beanie Man (girlie girlie) and had the best, thickest coconut shrimp we'd ever tasted, and delicious fresh oysters. I also got friendly with my neighbor at the bar and he gave me some of his clams with horseradish and hot sauce. I'd never dressed my clams like that before and my body sure reacted to it- at one point the upper left quadrant of my lip began to swell. The conversation went like this: "Billy (the clam profferer), I have to say something to you...I'm just gonna put it out there....my lip is swelling up." Then I made him scrutinize it. Happily it unswelled (deswelled?) shortly thereafter, probably because my body was now more interested in dealing with my stomach afire and my burning throat. I clearly have a limit with the hotclams. Next we shoved off to the Montauket and saw one of the most gorgeous sunsets I have EVER had the pleasure of seeing- pink and purple fire- ahhhh. We decided to head home for an electro nap (disco is dead) (so is electro) and then revive and go to all the nightspots- plan totally aborted by falling asleep and not waking up until the middle of the night when I had insomnia for like 3 1/2 hours. Must be those goddamn hotclams!
Sunday I ate more Goober Grape, went to John's Pancake House for Corncakes, where they really have some very enticing and inventive pancake situations on their menu (i.e. coconut cakes with coconut syrup), and then drove to Easthampton and shopped around. Laura literally bought 1500 dollars worth of trousers for like $11- one of the finest retail victories that has ever been achieved, it's hard to explain how she did it, ask her when you come to Montauk... I also hit the Betsey Johnson Trifecta in J. Crew- the store of opposite design to Betsey's tastes-meaning I saw her, her daughter Lulu, and her granddaughter. My friend Yasmine works directly with Betsey so I thought about approaching her and saying so but I really couldn't see what the next stanza of that conversation would be so I deemed it not worth it and moved on. Finally I got on the train at Hicksville and choo-chooed home to watch the Sopranos in which two people I know had bit parts this week. Congratulations all around! So, best shrimp, best retail victory, best sunset...Montauk, a town of bests!!!
Nicole
Joooolia Says...
I went to a lame-o Cinco party. I love the hosts but the guests were not my bag. Sadly I wasn't in the mood to continue the fiesta and went to Buttermilk in Brooklyn for one drink and went home.
What happened to all the good, crazy, weird, NY people I love and crave. I'm a blast...what happened to the rest of you?
This weekend I hope to redeem myself by ZipCarring out of this biznatch and maybe catching a canoe ride on the Gowanus with my lovely lady Nicole...or Dirty Sanchez as I like to call her.
Somebody throw me a NY bone!!!
What happened to all the good, crazy, weird, NY people I love and crave. I'm a blast...what happened to the rest of you?
This weekend I hope to redeem myself by ZipCarring out of this biznatch and maybe catching a canoe ride on the Gowanus with my lovely lady Nicole...or Dirty Sanchez as I like to call her.
Somebody throw me a NY bone!!!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Infirm
So many of you were sick on the weekend! Sore throats, colds, sinuses, sweating, I've heard about it all. This accounts for the low number of weekend reports. Okay, people, take it easy this week, stay out of the liquor cabinet, so you can be well enough to rip it up this weekend and of course tell me all about it later!
Nicole
Nicole
Cinnamon says...
Saturday, I laid on my side. Hard.
Sunday, I went to the Public Theater to see my peep in
a play. She performed in a play that was a part of the
"365 Plays in 365 Days" Festival. Suzi-Lori Parks, a
genius playwright who won the pulitzer for
Topdog/Underdog a couple of years ago, wrote a play a
day for a year and theater companies around the
country are performing them, in the order they were
written, at the same time. Then at the end of the
month a host theater (i.e.: the Public Theater)
invites the local theater companies to perform the
plays they did that month all on a one day. Novel
idea, yes?
Well, no, most of it was holy crap. But it was free
so, no foul.
Juliana Says...
Just sick in bed all weekend. Sucked. I watched the progression of a sore throat turn into fever, sneezing, coughing, drippy nose, runny eyes & an incredible amount of tissues. I mean, a serious amt.of tissues. My nose is now bright red. Joy. Anyway, turns out the theme of the weekend was confinement, even in the movies I watched: Before Night Falls (I have a serious thing forJavier Bardem), V for Vendetta (even bald Natalie Portman is beautiful.. Ugh. Extremely annoying) & Children of Men (depressing). Happily, my little brother, Iggie, who is back from Bs. As. came to visit me yesterday & spent the day catching up, watching TV & burning me music. He always shares the best music with me. I really missed him (and not because of the music!). I just hope I didn't infect him...
Friday, May 4, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Alanna Says...
I went to the premier of "Blue State" at the Tribeca Film Festival, and at the after-party I totally bogarted Anna Paquin's cheese plate. She and Breckin Meyer did not look pleased.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Eclectic Weekend
Friday I spent about seven years in Home Depot buying paint for my kitchen (a beautiful mangoey sunflowery yellow-orange) and one of the rooms in the apt. (a deep jeweltone bluish purply blue). I spent some time frugally (cheaply) copying directions on how to create a certain faux finish out of a book they had there, in lieu of purchasing the entire book. Then I saw a black chandelier that looked more like smoky topaz and more like $300o than the astonishing price of $149, and if anyone wants to chip in for my birthday gift I will show it to you at the Depot. Was supposed to actually apply the paint when I got home but called in sick on that bc I was too tuckered out. Must still be sick bc that paint aint up yet.
Saturday I did something or other in the morning, and then rode on out to McCarren Park in W-burg to watch a football/soccer team called Pie & Chips play against some other team wearing gray, with my friend Kendall and her cute green patent leather flats and her 19 month old son Kingsley , who instantaneously became the team mascot. We brought chips and popcorn, Veggie Booty, cheese, and grapes, and also adult beverages along with a juicebox. We thought we were tuff bringing illegal beers into the park to surreptitiously drink, but we got totally shown up by this English girl Hayley, who at the tender age of 20 (yes, on our side of the pond not even old enough to drink) opened our beers with her teeth. Incredible to behold. So we spilled beer all over my blanket, barely watched the game bc the "benched" players were standing directly in front of us blocking our view, chatted about bla and bla, retched at the vile condition of the public bathrooms, and when the game ended (Pie & Chips won) Kendall broke out with her stroller and her kid and I went on with the team and Official Team Friends to the nearby Polish bar for more beers, where every patron was a mustachioed middle age Polish man. Made some new chums including a Jewish girl from Texas named Karma (what? wouldn't you talk to her too?!), tequila shots appeared, fried chicken and french fries materialized, and dancing ensued to a jukebox filled with all the Polish Hits. At some point some Polish slutbag got into the mix and flung herself at one of the teammates. At a later point she was facing him in between his legs and was throwing her head back, dancing, singing, and going to second base with her own ample breasts, while the Three Polish Amigos sat just over the guy's shoulder, trying not to move and to look innocent, while their eyes were slid to the side totally ogling this girl's slut show. The teammate went on to tell me that the girl's boyfriend, with whom she lived a mere two blocks away, threw a plate at her head the night before. Not everyone is as alarmist as I, but I was then SURE that this vicious boyfriend was going to show up at any minute and throw plates at the teammate. Thankfully we soon vacated, and took the train into the Big Town to go drink more at Nevada Smith's. Fun train ride, all the English fellows were singing loudly on the train which the nearby straphangers seemed to like. I did not last long at Nevada's...in fact it took me three days to recover from the amount of beers I had. I am swearing off this drinking like it's my job.
Sunday I staggered out of bed and gussied up to go shoot an episode of the broadband show I appear on. Another person on the show is the BRILLIANT Reverend Jen (www.revjen.com), who I begged to lend me a copy of this movie she shot and that I saw years ago, where she plays Doo-Doo, the drunken, heroin-addicted strung out Fifth Teletubby. In this film Doo-Doo and a friend actually nod out in front of the Guggenheim. She proceeds to tell me that not only is there a SECOND Doo-Doo film that I have not seen, but that it is being shown at the Pioneer Theater on May 8th. You are ALL invited! She is a NY writer/art star/performer/genius and its a pleasure to know she exists and to be familiar with her material. Go look at her site at least! Don't sleep! After a successful taping, where I was complimented on my wit and beauty (it's my blog, I will include what I want to), I came home to meet my friend Andy, and we chatted and he fixed my computer up and I took pictures of him with my cat and we rested and ate fruits and vegetables and watched the Sopranos (I am beginning to form my idea of what I think is going to ultimately end the show, and I am glad to see Blanca go, BTW, she sucked) and for no good reason, part of Signs. He left and I hit the hiz-ay. Peace.
Nicole
Saturday I did something or other in the morning, and then rode on out to McCarren Park in W-burg to watch a football/soccer team called Pie & Chips play against some other team wearing gray, with my friend Kendall and her cute green patent leather flats and her 19 month old son Kingsley , who instantaneously became the team mascot. We brought chips and popcorn, Veggie Booty, cheese, and grapes, and also adult beverages along with a juicebox. We thought we were tuff bringing illegal beers into the park to surreptitiously drink, but we got totally shown up by this English girl Hayley, who at the tender age of 20 (yes, on our side of the pond not even old enough to drink) opened our beers with her teeth. Incredible to behold. So we spilled beer all over my blanket, barely watched the game bc the "benched" players were standing directly in front of us blocking our view, chatted about bla and bla, retched at the vile condition of the public bathrooms, and when the game ended (Pie & Chips won) Kendall broke out with her stroller and her kid and I went on with the team and Official Team Friends to the nearby Polish bar for more beers, where every patron was a mustachioed middle age Polish man. Made some new chums including a Jewish girl from Texas named Karma (what? wouldn't you talk to her too?!), tequila shots appeared, fried chicken and french fries materialized, and dancing ensued to a jukebox filled with all the Polish Hits. At some point some Polish slutbag got into the mix and flung herself at one of the teammates. At a later point she was facing him in between his legs and was throwing her head back, dancing, singing, and going to second base with her own ample breasts, while the Three Polish Amigos sat just over the guy's shoulder, trying not to move and to look innocent, while their eyes were slid to the side totally ogling this girl's slut show. The teammate went on to tell me that the girl's boyfriend, with whom she lived a mere two blocks away, threw a plate at her head the night before. Not everyone is as alarmist as I, but I was then SURE that this vicious boyfriend was going to show up at any minute and throw plates at the teammate. Thankfully we soon vacated, and took the train into the Big Town to go drink more at Nevada Smith's. Fun train ride, all the English fellows were singing loudly on the train which the nearby straphangers seemed to like. I did not last long at Nevada's...in fact it took me three days to recover from the amount of beers I had. I am swearing off this drinking like it's my job.
Sunday I staggered out of bed and gussied up to go shoot an episode of the broadband show I appear on. Another person on the show is the BRILLIANT Reverend Jen (www.revjen.com), who I begged to lend me a copy of this movie she shot and that I saw years ago, where she plays Doo-Doo, the drunken, heroin-addicted strung out Fifth Teletubby. In this film Doo-Doo and a friend actually nod out in front of the Guggenheim. She proceeds to tell me that not only is there a SECOND Doo-Doo film that I have not seen, but that it is being shown at the Pioneer Theater on May 8th. You are ALL invited! She is a NY writer/art star/performer/genius and its a pleasure to know she exists and to be familiar with her material. Go look at her site at least! Don't sleep! After a successful taping, where I was complimented on my wit and beauty (it's my blog, I will include what I want to), I came home to meet my friend Andy, and we chatted and he fixed my computer up and I took pictures of him with my cat and we rested and ate fruits and vegetables and watched the Sopranos (I am beginning to form my idea of what I think is going to ultimately end the show, and I am glad to see Blanca go, BTW, she sucked) and for no good reason, part of Signs. He left and I hit the hiz-ay. Peace.
Nicole
Editor's Note:
Ich Something=Zum Schneider (hilarious)
LOTR=Lord Of The Rings but you probably knew that, although I had to think about it for a second...I haven't seen even one Ring.
You=Me, Nicole
Yesterday=Monday
Nicole
LOTR=Lord Of The Rings but you probably knew that, although I had to think about it for a second...I haven't seen even one Ring.
You=Me, Nicole
Yesterday=Monday
Nicole
Andy says...
Saturday morning I went to the East River Park with Rusty. I have lived on Avenue B for a year and a half and I've never gone there. The park itself was nothing to write home about. It's mostly along the FDR. Not pretty, but the little part by the river is nice. On the way back we discovered the greatest little East Village garden on 6th between B and C. It was as big as a townhouse footprint or so, but there were 11 separate sitting areas. We spent a lot of time there. Then we ended up at a German place on Ave. C and 8th, Ich Something. It was the highlight of the day. I don't like beer, but this beer was great. With that, frites and sausage, I felt like I could conquer Europe. Saturday night I said fuckall and stayed in watching LOTR DVD special features. Sunday I fumphered around Brooklyn looking at real estate. My shoes are worn out from this. Then I saw you. We watched part of Signs, the M. Knight Shamalamadingdong movie. He can really set up a shot, but he needs a writer so his shit doesn't suck. Why were the aliens, who presumably mastered interstellar travel, stupid monsters? I didn't see the end. Maybe he wrapped it up in a nice bow but I doubt it. I stayed up really late on Sunday. Heck yesterday too.
Pricing
Vodka costs $1200? I would maybe pay $1200 for an evening with Taye Diggs, but never ever would I pay that price for a bottle of vodka. I'd rather squeeze potatoes. Hear that, Taye? Watch your potatoes.
Nicole
Nicole
L.A. Confidential Says...
On Wednesday I flew in from a treacherous weekend in Arizona with my family. We will discuss that later. Who knew it blizzards in the Grand Canyon? Anyway, back to Seattle for a night then Friday to Vegas. Flew in the wife and the strap-on and made passionate love for a day or two. Went to Tryst at the Wynn which apparently is fancy and the owner kept bringing over bottles of vodka. I did not know this but I guess in Vegas a bottle of vodka costs $1200. No joke. So he was not happy when I kept giving the vodka away to pretty girls. Oops. Then Taye Diggs appeared and I told him I loved him on Boston Public. He was not on Boston Public nor was he amused that I did not know this. He was on Ally McBeal. Oops again. Then I tried to make amends by offering him vodka but he did not want any. Oops- three strikes you're out. Then my friends suggested I leave. Tomorrow I leave for LA. My life is a suitcase.
Imagine...
how many soiled panties Amber-Lea had piled up if it took her an entire weekend to do it all, with breaks only to eat, drink, sleep and poop? Really try to picture it. Wellll, Amber-Lea is a nice girl so how about don't try to picture any soil, just her panties.
Nicole
Nicole
Amber-Lea in BK Says...
Weekend of 4/27-4/29:
I did my laundry this weekend. While waiting for the dryer(for fear my towels would get mildewy) to finish its last three minutes, I petted the black cat owned by Valentina, the proprietess of my local laundromat (a trademarked word, incidentally, which we all use illegally all the time). The cat is very cute. I also marveled at the myriad assortment of laundry bags (nylon, canvas, torn, new, shiny, striped) which people own and use to bring their soiled underpants to a complete stranger to wash, dry, and fold. I also ate, drank, slept, and pooped.
I did my laundry this weekend. While waiting for the dryer(for fear my towels would get mildewy) to finish its last three minutes, I petted the black cat owned by Valentina, the proprietess of my local laundromat (a trademarked word, incidentally, which we all use illegally all the time). The cat is very cute. I also marveled at the myriad assortment of laundry bags (nylon, canvas, torn, new, shiny, striped) which people own and use to bring their soiled underpants to a complete stranger to wash, dry, and fold. I also ate, drank, slept, and pooped.
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