Snippets from Science

They always say...

2008-03-10T07:09:00.000-07:00

...you'll "find love when you least expect it". Ummm, right. I gotta tell ya, I've been least expecting finding anything for a long time, and I'm still coming up empty-handed. Yesterday, before meeting some Peabs for a Thai dinner mini-reunion, I almost ran (literally) into Gary- a man I dated briefly in the fall. This is the first time I have ever seen a former suitor (from New York, anyway). I never run into dudes I've dated in New York. It's a gigantic place. I wondered, if we never ran into each other before we met, why would we run into each other after the fact?

I was actually amazed at how thrown I was after seeing him. I don't think he saw me, and the text message to apologize for not saying hello confirmed that. "Funny! Hi!", he said. When we were dating, I liked him a lot, but I felt that there was something missing. At first, I couldn't put my finger on it- he's cute, very successful, hip, smart, funny, witty, and genuine. So what happened? I did. I happened. You can't force passion, and when it came right down to it, there was no passion. Nada. Zilch. I had a wonderful time with him and genuinely looked forward to seeing him, but I never left feeling breathless. Lately, I've been wondering if I'll ever feel breathless again.

A co-worker forwarded me this article. (A long read, but worth it.) In short, the article basically says instead of being overly choosey with men, it's OK for we women to settle, and in fact, we should settle. Who wants to be alone for the rest of her life? As a VERY independent woman, and also one who is not even 30, I can't say I wholeheartedly agree with her position, but I DO see her point. This woman is a 40-year-old single woman, who had a child via a sperm donor, and is now cursing herself for not settling earlier in her life. So when should we start thinking about settling? 28? 32? 37? Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to toss Gary aside- after all, my romantic ideals of Mr. Canada proved to be false.

I can honestly say I'm in no rush. Then again, I'm 27. I haven't had a relationship in a few years, and the thought of being in one terrifies me and excites me all at the same time. I'm not an idiot- I know the perfect man doesn't exist. I know that on some level, I'll always be settling. Perhaps if I'm still single at 35, I'll change my tune. But for now, I'm going to try and avoid running into any more Mr. Could-have-beens.

Herr Doktor

2008-02-06T08:54:00.000-08:00

I need a change. I need something to look forward to. I need something to work on. I've been applying for new jobs, I've been granted a fair amount of interviews. No luck. I thought now might be the time for me to start a new relationship. Also, no luck. I've got a few gigs on the books, which is always a good thing, but with the economy as shitty as it is, I'm bleeding money and living paycheck to paycheck more than I ever have before. Me no likey.

So, I've decided to look into DMA programs. I never really thought of myself as a teacher, since I don't particularly LOVE teaching. But if the right college job came along, and I was able to perform, and teach, maybe start a new program or take on an administrative head position at a conservatory, I could deal with that. Also, call me doctor.

I've started to research some programs, to see what the possibility is of me obtaining my DMA for little to no cost. I've heard a lot of good things about McGill, in Montreal, so I did some digging, wrote some emails, and of course now I've convinced myself that I have to move to Montreal and study at McGill. Just kidding. Kind of. Anyway, I've started researching apartments and the cost of living in Montreal, as one is wont to do, and I'll tell ya- I nearly started bawling. Let me share a few statistics:

(keep in mind, these are just averages. It's surely not like this EVERYwhere in Montreal)

Average cost of a 2 bedroom apartment in Montreal (in 2007): $647

Monthly public transport pass: $65

The taxes are a little high, (16% for income and 15% for federal), but let's not forget about a little thing called Public Health Care.

Now, just for shits 'n giggles, let's compare Montreal to Toronto, since Toronto is more NYC-like than Montreal.

T-ro:

Annual Amount

Food: $8,035

Shelter: $17,771

Household Operation: $3,586

Personal Income Taxes: $20,105

M-real:

Food: $6,988

Shelter: $10,605

Household Operation: $2,459

Personal Income Taxes: $13,123

How do ya like that?

Guess I should start practicing.

Convenient

2008-01-14T18:52:00.000-08:00

I have a crush on my neighbor. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. It's not a "oh my God, every time I see him my heart skips a beat" kind of crush, or a "I'm listening at the top of the staircase to see who's coming in because I've memorized the sound of his footsteps" stalking, errr I mean crush. It's just a simple "I think he's incredibly nice, cute, and has the whitest teeth of anyone I know", kind of crush. I should at this time mention that this is a wonderful example of why I don't write as often I as I used to- I'm certain I would be rather embarrassed if he googled my name (helLO- he's totally doing that) and found this post, where I admit to having a crush on him, making the next time we run into each other at C-Town or on the stairs awkward. But what the hell- I'm bored and felt like updating.

I should start out by saying I have 3 neighbors. Actually, I have 4, but in the 6 months that I've lived in this apartment, I've never seen the dude who lives in the one bedroom. Not once. So, I don't really include him in my neighbor descriptions. Anyway, the 3 guys who live below me are all surprisingly wonderful. I say surprisingly because you really never know what you're in for when it comes to neighbors. Ashley and I lived next to 2 dudes who we thought seemed pretty cool (and whose cat we often saw on the balcony), but they were NEVER home, and when they were, we never really spoke. My last neighbor in Astoria presumably gave us bed bugs, so there's that, and as far as neighbors in other Baltimore complexes go, well- I can't really say much of anything. It wasn't very social. So, that being said, the first time I knocked on their door out of distress, Cute Neib. NO. 1 dropped what he was doing to come help me out, and told me never to hesitate asking for help. He also said that I should come down and hang out sometime when I'm not in dire need of assistance. They all individually know what me and my roommates do for a living, and actually ask about our goings on; they always invite us when they are having a party, and if things get a little loud, they always apologize the next day and make sure things are kosher. 3 single 20-something dudes who are just genuinely nice? Perhaps that's why I have a crush. Well, that and the teeth.

I will probably never find out if he realizes just how convenient our fake hooking up would be. Besides, I'm off to the Great North this weekend to visit Andrea and co., and to see a boy. Right now he's part of the "co", but who knows- maybe he'll turn out to be as excited about me as I am aboot him.

Time for bed. But fist, I have to put my ear to the floor to see if my neighbor is still awake...

For Robert

2007-12-21T10:51:00.001-08:00

The man who manually started this blog for me is asking why I have forsaken it. (No, not President Bush, but good guess.) I told Robert, I feel like everyone knows anything I have to say, and if they don't, I guess it's because I don't really have any "news" (besides the whole pregnancy/moving to Kansas to raise my baby with the Marils thing)- but that's OLD news.

So, I've decided to do more of a once-in-a-while update, with news and stories. I know it's hard to believe that my life isn't as exciting as a Bond movie (who am I kidding- it totally is), but some days are just pretty normal. I'm also a little bit paranoid about posting news and tidbits on the interwebs that I don't necessarily want people to read. You never know who's googling you...

So, on that note. Here are some bones:

I'm planning a recital for the spring- all 20th century music. I'm pretty excited about a John Duke set I'm doing; this is the first time I've heard it or heard OF it, and it's absolutely gorgeous. The poetry is just gut-wrenching. So yay for that.

I did do one audition- Britten-Pears. It went well. I sang some Schubert. It would be nice to summer (for 10 days) in England!

I'm going to Toronto next month to see Andrea and another friend. More on the other friend later. :)

Boccismo! still rules. We played the D-bag team AGAIN in the finals, beat them, they tried to fight us for the second time, but our composure and skills prevailed. We have a month off until Winter Season starts, and we're currently bouncing around ideas for our gear. We're thinking of going with a collegiate/fox hunting/lodgey look. Does that make sense? Anyway, it will be awesome, whatever it is.

I'm looking forward to going home for Christmas, seeing that baby, and my sister (one in the same), and the rest of the fam and friends as well.

Oh, and I'm not re-auditioning for the Army. I've decided to stay put. New York has seduced me.

You know I dreamed about you for twenty-nine years before I saw you

2007-12-07T06:28:00.000-08:00

Well, it's not QUITE the end of the year, but close enough, and time for my Top Ten list. I have to say, I'm not sure I can choose ONE favorite album of 2007. There were several amazing records this year, making it nearly impossible for me to rank the top five or so.

So, here we go:

10.!!!- Myth Takes
9. The Arcade Fire- Neon Bible
8. Common- Finding Forever
7. Rufus Wainwright- Release the Stars
6. Jose Gonzalez- In Our Nature
5. Rogue Wave- Asleep at Heaven's Gate
4. LCD Soundsystem- Sound of Silver
3. Band of Horses- Cease to Begin
2. Radiohead- In Rainbows
1. The National- Boxer

Like I said, my top 5 albums are all so amazing, it makes it very difficult for me to choose a no. 1, but Boxer is such a ridiculous album that every time I listen to it, I fall in love all over again. Hard.

oh, and LET'S GO MOUNTAINEERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

2007-11-26T08:08:00.000-08:00

WVU is ranked no. 2 in the nation right now, and after we beat Pitt, we'll be No. 1 and HEADED TO THE NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP.

Totally awesome. Morgantown is gonna burn to the ground.

Updat(ion) Station

2007-11-26T07:44:00.000-08:00

Greetings from the dead. I haven't had anything particularly exciting to report as of late, i.e.- I'm not publishing everything on the interwebs- so I apologize if my lack of posts has left all 3 of you high and dry.

Same ol', same ol'. Nice vacay, don't really want to be back at work, December is going to be mad busy- you know how it goes. So rather than write about the shit we're all going through, I'll feature a few bright spots.

I've been to a few of these spots, and they do NOT disappoint. I think I'd like to go to Al di la for Christmas eve. It will remind me of barrelling through mass at St. John's after just eating 4.5 lbs of penne with vodka sauce and bottle of wine. Ahhhh memories.

Last night, I had an amazing beer here, and the full name escapes me at the moment, brewed by Mahr's. It was very malty- in fact, the malt was slowroasted, giving the beer an aftertaste of honey. Seriously one of the best beers I've ever had, and it was imported by these guys. Cast your beer snob stones if you will, but if there is one thing that I can afford to lend my snobbery to, it's beer.

Alright. Back to work.

Say it ain't SO

2007-11-14T06:24:00.000-08:00

Global warming is effecting EVERYTHING. Get green, people.

I think I might still be drunk

2007-11-12T05:56:00.000-08:00

Wow. I haven't woken up intoxicated since college. I remember it well- Beckie, Lauren, and I had gone out the previous night (ladies' night at a VERY quality establishment), got housed on awful jello shooters and natty ice, and had a GIANT theory test the next morning. Miraculously, I got an A on the exam. I never EVER got A's on my theory exams; apparently the spinning room helped.

So why am I still feelin' it, you may ask? Because oops- I forgot to eat dinner with my 4 Tripel Karmeliets . Yowza. When a beer is so incredibly smooth that someone like me doesn't stop to eat, you know it's a winner. After a lovely walk through central park, with a date no less (I know, I know- don't fall out of your chairs), it really was the best way to end the day. Next time, though, I should add some mussels and frites to those Tripels.

In other news, Ryan and I saw Figaro at the Met on Saturday, and it was really great. We scored some orchestra seats (thank you, student ID), so we had a chance to see the mechanics of the singers up close and personal. Bryn Terfel is the f$*&ing man, and completely owned the stage. His voice, his stage presence, his acting= all incredibly professional and natural. As cheesy as it sounds, it was really inspiring. Oh, and have you SEEN Simon Keenlyside?? Boy (man?) has got it goin' ON. He sang the Count, and I absolutely loved it. The Countess and Susanna were amazing as well- it really was one of the best things I've seen at the Met. Sources on the inside tell me that it's kind of a madhouse- so changes are being made for the better.

Alright- I have to work now. As soon as this computer screen stops spinning...

How can I tell you that I love you?

2007-11-09T06:17:00.000-08:00

Other Ways to Say It
(42) Inappropriately, to a coworker who is already sleeping with another coworker. (43) With a heart filled with lies. (44) With a she puppet and a you puppet. (45) As she leaves for Spain with your much better-looking brother. (46) At Thanksgiving, to her twin sister, by accident. (47) In glow-in-the-dark-paint on the bedroom ceiling. (48) Directed toward the heavy, sealed barrel in the basement where you’ve hidden the secrets. (49) While pounding on the motel-room door. (50) Branded onto her favorite pig. (51) With dozens and dozens of greeting cards, because the motorcycle accident caused a hemispheral infarction that has made it impossible for you to verbalize emotion and also turned you into a compulsive shopper. (52) By promising to read her novel. (53) By actually reading it. (54) By telling her that she really captured something beautiful about what it means to be a young woman who rides horses in Connecticut. (55) By asking her gently if the rape scene should go on for 75 pages. (56) By admitting that as a man it’s unlikely you could ever understand and apologizing for questioning her literary judgment.

Read the entire article here. Really, read it. It's f$*#ing hilarious.

Butt clencher

2007-11-09T05:37:00.000-08:00

YES! Yes yes yes.

Always a bride's maid

2007-11-05T06:58:00.000-08:00

Well folks, in what was a highly anticipated (by 8 people) bocce tournament, Boccismo! placed 4th in the Bud Bocce Cup, a now quarterly event taking place at Union Hall. Now, we placed 4th out of 32 teams. We also took home the prize for Best Logo (because it rules), scoring us a (pretty cheap) digital camera and (no one took one home) Budweiser tee shirts. Not too freakin' shabby, if you ask me. It was a long day- we were at Union Hall for about 6 hours; we won the first three rounds, landing us a spot in the semi-finals. Unfortunately, we were up against a team with the loudest cheerleaders (and most annoying, I might add) this side of the East River. Concentration was key, but in the end, we just didn't pull it out. It was a great effort- I was proud to be honorary Captain for the day.

Peep this:

Bah Humbug

2007-11-01T06:54:00.001-07:00

Somedays, it just isn't worth chewing through the restraints. Today was one of those days, until I got to work and saw these. It took me 2 hours to get to work today because service on the 1,2, and 3 trains was suspended until about 8:15 AM. Rather than have another anxiety attack, I chose to take the bus- which took 45 minutes. But hey, at least I got a seat. Frazzled and stressed, I finally got to work, and when I opened that email, I forgot all about being mad. Isn't it amazing how simple things- in this case, pictures of Maxwell- can be so renewing?

I'm still not over the slaughter that was last night's Ryan Adams show. The venue was awful (Hammerstein), the crowd was intolerable (wasted assholes), and my feet were killing me. Of course, he and his band sounded absolutely wonderful, but it was almost impossible to hear any nuances or change in dynamics on account of the fools surrounding us. Why would you pay $40 for background music? Save your money, go to a bar, and let actual fans buy the tickets. Ugh.

OK- going back to my calm, happy place.

Trick or Treat

2007-10-31T09:07:00.000-07:00

Yay for tonight!

Shreddin'

2007-10-30T09:11:00.000-07:00

This is my co-worker.

Fly me to the moon

2007-10-29T06:19:00.001-07:00

I can honestly say I'll never be able to fly like this.

Happy Hawwoween!

2007-10-26T05:59:00.000-07:00

...a bit early. Let me share a fine example of my father's photoshop skills.

Yes. I receive hilarious masterpieces like the one above on a weekly basis. Nothin says Halloween like my mom taking a bite out of our cat.

In other news, I'm supposed to attend a few Halloween parties this weekend, one of which is a rooftop movie party. I don't really have a costume, and I'm too broke to buy cheap stuff to pull one together. Since I have a fake moustache, I'm thinking about going as Natty Boh. Ryan suggested I go as Magnum PI, Wolly Willy, or Mr. Potato Head. I'm sure the stache alone will ensure my meeting a cute dude. Guys like facial hair, right?

On Halloween itself, I'm going to see Ryan Adams at the Hammerstein ballroom. I've never been to a show there- only Columbia events. Should be a good time.

Don't even try

2007-10-23T09:02:00.001-07:00

to mess with Boccismo!. You will lose. Last night's double header proved victorious for B!, but it did not go down without a fight.

It was the first time we played Operation: Complete Assholes (team name changed for obvious reasons). Things started off on the wrong foot, when said team didn't even acknowledge us with a handshake or an introduction. B! won the first game, and upon starting the second game, OCA's head asshole turned to our captain and said, "Do you think you could calm the fuck down, man?" Puzzled looks. More puzzled looks. Laughter- as we thought he was joking around. "No, I'm serious. You guys are completely throwing off our game by being loud and moving around. Chill the fuck out." Confused as ever, we tell this dude that clearly, HE is the one who needs to chill out because A) we are in a bar where it is loud, B) it's JUST a game, and C) there is no need to be a jerk. He didn't see it that way. For the remainder of the game (which, I might add, Boccismo! won EASILY), this dude huffed and puffed and called us all out for having a good time. Talk about a sore loser.

At the end of the game, he and his shitbag teammates continued to razzle us, claiming that we threw the game and caused them to lose. He got up in my Boccismates' faces, and things almost got physical. The sheer stupidity of this dude and his cronies was unreal. Clearly, they couldn't handle the awesomeness that is Boccismo!. Victory has NEVER been sweeter.

Shootin' from the hip

2007-10-22T06:08:00.000-07:00

There is a deli two (avenue) blocks from my apartment called Le Bagel Delight. Lame name aside, le bagel makes- hands down- THE BEST egg sandwich I have ever had. I'm having a hard time nailing down exactly what it is about these sandwiches that makes them the best in the world. First of all, you know a place has got it goin' on when there is always, and I mean always, a crowd of people waiting. I've never had to wait longer than 5 minutes for my order- they are extremely organized, and very nice. I always order the same thing- egg whites and bacon on a whole wheat bagel. Again, I don't know what it is that makes THIS egg white/bacon/bagel combo better than any others, but it is. It just is. It's also the perfect fuel for a 22 mile bike ride, which is what I did after I treated myself to Le Bagel Delight's delight on Saturday morning. I biked from my house, across the Brooklyn Bridge, cut across lower Manhattan via Chambers St. to the West Side Highway path, up to W. 96th St., down to W. 79 St., across town to Central Park, downtown to W. 61st, back to the bike path, and home. Let's just say, my legs nearly gave out on me the second time I took the Bridge. Lots and lots of hills.

Here are some not-so-great photos, but you get the idea. Commuting sucks, but this view certainly does make it a whole lot better.

Raveny

2007-10-19T06:15:00.001-07:00

This is pretty interesting.

And another thing

2007-10-18T06:11:00.001-07:00

Why do people come to work sick? Seriously. I realize that not every employer is as generous with sick time as Universities, but COME ON. Ugh.

The Train of Broken Dreams

2007-10-18T05:43:00.000-07:00

I'm the first to admit that stupid things bother me. Sometimes my neurocies get the best of me, and I end up passive-agressively calling someone out on the train, only to end up in incredible awkward silence for the remainder of the trip. Where was I? Oh yes- the Train of Broken Dreams. My commute to work is usually a little over an hour from door to door. I switch trains 3 times, so that it doesn't take 1 hour and 25 minutes. Fine. I have no problem with that. I have books and an Ipod to pass the time. What I DO have a problem with is the apparent amount of depression/sadness/insomnia that seem to grip the Q train. Every morning and evening, I am surrounded by people who hold their heads in their hands, fall asleep on me (you know the head bob/shoulder bump I'm talking about), snore, sigh/breathe loudly, and treat the subway bucket seats like Lazyboy recliners. W. T. F. WTF? Am I the only one who is bothered by this? (Yes, you are.) I feel like bringing an air horn on the train and squeezing it anytime someone's apathy gets near me. And I'm sorry, but are THAT many people really THAT tired at all times? Perhaps. Maybe the Q train is full of E.R. doctors who just finished a 26783 hour shift. Or maybe it's full of moms and dads with 8 children. Or maybe it's full of New Yorkers.

You're welcome

2007-10-17T12:59:00.000-07:00

Lawlz

2007-10-15T13:25:00.001-07:00

In Rainbows

2007-10-11T06:54:00.000-07:00

First of all, if you don't have the new Radiohead, you should get it right now. You can pay whatever you like. It's also pretty great. DO IT.

Second, I've been introduced to Scrabulous, an online Scrabble game (nothing new there), but it's been taking up a good portion of my "downtime" at work. Everytime my opponent makes a move, I receive an email. I kind of suck at Scrabble, but whatever. It's fun.

Finally, I'm so glad it finally feels like Fall. My friend Alison ran the Chicago marathon last weekend, where a man DIED because of the awful weather. Everyone was forced to walk at mile 18, and she said it was absoultely horrendous. Sick people were lining the streets, and something like 350 people were hospitalized. Thanks, global warming. Thanks.

You got a purty mouth

2007-10-10T07:52:00.000-07:00

Last night, around 10:30, Robert called me to say that he just had dinner at some chic joint on the lower east side, where he saw my future husband- Joaquin Phoenix- and his fake girlfriend (she's only for the cameras- I'm the real thing), dining. Robert has ALWAYS teased me for loving Joaquin and his scarred lip, but that hasn't stopped by love from flowing all over the place. Seriously. I mean take a look:

Mmmmmmmmm.

Robert's plan was to druken and slurringly approach my man and say, "Aren't you River Phoenix?" I kind of wish he had done it- then maybe he could have at least touched him.

If you see something, say something

2007-10-08T06:17:00.000-07:00

I don't consider myself jaded, but I have definitely seen more out-of-the-ordinary things in the last year and a half than ever before in my life. I won't go into detail about the less-than-desirable substances I've seen/almost stepped or sat in/woken up to...you get the point. Most of the time, I just roll my eyes and remember that some people are savage, no matter how urban the setting. This morning, however, I wasn't rolling my eyes.

I caught the 1 just before the doors closed, and was able to grab a seat. I noticed the man sitting across from me was eating chips, and spilling them all over the place, staring creepily at me with each chomp. Judging by his open-mouth chewing and the glazed look on his face, I thought he might be "ill". More and more chips fell, and he finally dropped the bag and his empty coffee cup as well. Now, there is already so much trash in this city- I can't stand it when people treat the ground as a landfill. I almost said something to him about dropping his shit, when I noticed that he was totally- and I mean totally- exposed. I started to freak out a little, and then wonder if anyone else saw it. He wasn't exactly concealing it. He couldn't stop staring at every woman on the train, so I'm sure I wasn't the only uncomfortable one. Thankfully, I switched cars at the next stop, hoping to alert an MTA worker, but no one was in sight.

Here's the thing- how does one even GET there? Like, when exactly did he unzip and let loose? As soon as he sat down? How did no one else see it, or say anything? Then, when he does get off of the train, how does he put it away without anyone noticing? I suppose if he's that deranged, he's probably not concerned about anyone seeing the zip-up.

Yet another reason why I'll never raise a kid in New York City.

Good to sea

2007-10-05T13:15:00.000-07:00

I spent the morning in Baltimore, gettin' my hair did. I've only had one haircut in New York, and it was outrageously expensive for what it was- a trim. a $100 trim. I had an appointment at Devachan last month, and I was pretty jazzed about that, but I had to cancel it at the last minute because of a gig, and I never got around to rescheduling it. So, back to Zena's I went, where I get my cut and color for the same price as my New York trim. I'll take it!

After Robert made me look like a "young Cindy Crawford" (his words; for real), I met up with Dan for a quick lunch at Thairish. (BTDubs, he's still fine has hell in case anyone was wondering. And by anyone, I mean Robert and Ashley. He has got it goin ON. Anyway...) I haven't walked around Mt. Vernon for a year and a half, so I was surprised to see some new things. A starbucks? Really??? What about Donnas? And some big building across from the big dome church on Charles St. has been torn down. Also, 900 Cathedral St. has been painted and there were no he-hos in sight. Of course, it was 11 AM. Wait a minute, that doesn't matter. I also had to stop into City Cafe for the obligatory coffee; I always really like the coffee there. And remember those cookies?? Too bad they stopped selling them a few years ago. Nakia and I would save all of our WW points for coffee and cookies at the double C. But I digress.

In spite of feeling kind of like a failure for the past few days, I know that everything happens for a reason. (Cheeseball). So, I'll get my game back up to snuff, stay as healthy as I can, lose 7 lbs, and be ready for Army Audition Reprise in a few months.

Turns out, I'm not a fatass

2007-10-03T19:21:00.001-07:00

First things first- I didn't get the job. In fact, no one got the job. They heard 3 singers and hired none. Oh, and it took all. day.

Thanks to my cold, I couldn't muster up a pleasant-sounding high e, so I sang the Mozart Allelujah instead. Wise choice, I thought, since it has a high c (I rocked it), and lots of coloratura. I sang the prepared pieces fine, nailed the sightreading (I'm modest, really), and the interview was short and sweet. So why wasn't I offered the job? Apparently, they are looking for a pretty specific sound. I knew that this would be the determining factor- this is an ensemble, not a solo gig. Do I think I have the right sound? Yes. Did being sick possibly screw me? Yes. Will I get another shot? I think so. Time will tell...

I had a good cry after I got home, then picked myself up and reminded myself that it's all part of the profession. I audition for a lot of things, all the time. I am not easily discouraged, and I don't give up. But dammit if it isn't terribly frustrating. I'm preaching to the choir.

Oh, and it turns out I wouldn't have had to lose any weight after all. I'm right on target.

She fell in love with the drummer

2007-10-02T10:03:00.000-07:00

Another then another.

I've had my fair share of experience with those who keep the rhythm, and let me tell you- it is NOT a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all. Also, this is funny.

Wishing you success

2007-10-02T07:29:00.000-07:00

First and foremost, I'd like to direct your attention to Boccismo!'s blog- you'll find the link to the right- as it has been recently updated by our Captain. We killed the Readers last night, which totally made up for last week's loss against the Daddios. The Daddios and the Slope Dads remain our favorite teams on the league, so even though we lost in the 2-hour-game end, it was with grace.

In other news, I'm still feeling like crap, but whatever- I'll sing through it. Thank you for your well-wishes and bits of encouragement. I have no idea what will happen, but I intend to do my best. It's funny how life changes prompt nostalgia. Recently, I emailed a friend with whom I have lost contact. We used to be very close; we spoke frequently, visited each other (as we live in different parts of the country), and dished about WVU football. Over the past few years, communication between us came to a standstill. After several failed attempts, I began to realize that I was losing this friend- and now I realize, I've lost him. I can only say that I am disappointed and hurt, and don't fully understand why a 9 year friendship has been put to rest, but I suppose the heart is a lonley hunter.

Moving forward with my life, I wish YOU all the best, G. I hope you're happy.

This city is sick

2007-10-01T09:43:00.000-07:00

Really. Just about everyone I know is ill, or has been ill recently. The subway is a hotbed of germs, fueled by jerks who don't cover mouths when sneezing/coughing. I have an annoying headcold that refuses to go away, and now I've developed a nice little cough. Normally, I could really care less- a cold's a cold. However, my audition for the Army is 2 days away, and my high e's are not very pretty. This is not good.

I'm trying to stay as positive as I can- I'm partly convinced that's why the cold isn't worse. Nonetheless, my Flonase/mucinex/Theraflu cocktail isn't speeding along the recovery. The show must go on- so come Wednesday, I'll give it everything I've got while looking fabulous. That's gotta count for SOMEthing.

Overdue

2007-09-27T12:20:00.001-07:00

I need to get out of town. Not just for an afternoon, or over night- for several days. I'm suffocating a bit. Everything/most people are annoying me, and I find that where I can normally react tastefully to something, I'm having a lot of trouble. I can't muster up small talk, I can't fake laugh. Maybe that's a good thing- no b.s. Just my initial reaction. Me: raw. Just like Eddie Murphy!

Anyway, I'm going to the Martha Stewart show taping tomorrow, so I won't have to stare at a damn computer screen all day. Saturday, my roommate has invited me to her parent's house in New Jersey, where we will dogsit, relax, and enjoy some time in Small Town, USA. Then, next Tuesday night, I leave for home- sing my long-awaited Army audition, and CHILL OUT for several days. I can't wait. The air is heavy.

Whyowa

2007-09-25T05:48:00.001-07:00

A great way to start the day.

Thanks, Alex.

For serious

2007-09-24T06:05:00.000-07:00

I never really know what news is reported outside of the East Coast- I'm sure all the major news events are made known, but do you people in Kansas know about stuff when it happens? Or is that 2-3 days later?

Anyway, one cannot escape current events in a city like New York. All you have to do is walk around Columbus Circle, and you'll be watching CNN. When stories break, I usually receive 2-3 emails, and it's only a matter of minutes before the office game of telephone starts.

So, I won't say "unless you live under a rock", because the rock could be the rest of the United States for all I know, BUT...in case you don't know, the President of Iran is speaking at Columbia today. He is expected to address such issues as the Holocaust (he denies it), his desire to wipe Israel off the map, and the alleged development of nuclear weapons. Should make for a nice afternoon tea. Read more about it here.

Flaming

2007-09-20T06:43:00.001-07:00

Last night, around 4 AM, I was jerked out of my peaceful slumber by a loud popping noise, followed by an orange sky. I scrambled out of bed, totally freaked out, because I knew SOMETHING was on fire, but I didn't know what. I couldn't really see out of my window because of my air conditioner and the smoke. I woke up one of my roommates, still not knowing exactly what was going on. We were finally able to see- as the cops yelled to the entire street "stay in your houses": it was a car. A car completely engulfed in flames, and lighting up the tree beside it. We have no idea how the car burst into flames. I doubt that someone would set a Subaru Outback on fire in Park Slope. Although, maybe one mom was really mad at another mom because she had bought the last Bugaboo stroller. But I digress.

I couldn't go back to sleep at all, even though I was relieved that it was a car, and not a house that was on fire. During the final semester of my senior year at WVU, the house I was living in caught on fire. The house itself was a total piece of shit- my roommates and I occupied 2 floors, and another tenant rented the basement apartment. That tenant was West Virginia as SHIT. I'm talking animals tied up out back, vacant cars taking up parking spaces, and there was probably even a toilet in the yard at some point. The fire was a result of these lovely people discarding an ash tray into a trash can that was filled with mineral spirit-soaked rags. Genius.

The night of the fire, we were all home. I heard a loud popping noise, and then the faint beeping of a smoke alarm. I called the fire department, and told my roommates that we should probably go outside, just in case. (Oh, this was in February at 8 PM. Not exactly the most fun time to be standing around outside). As soon as we left the house, we saw the flames lapping up the side of the house and all started freaking out. The fire department was there in a minute- tops- and put out the fire before it reached our part of the house. However, they knocked down several walls in the process (the fire was coming through the rafters), making the house complete unliveable. We were homeless.

The remainder of my senior year was spent in a University apartment, which was an even bigger piece of shit than that house. It was also more expensive. What a way to end my college experience. Fortunately, the good times and memories didn't burn with that piece of crap house. (Awwwwww sweet sentimental oooey goooey pewpy.)

HAaaaaaaaahahahahah

2007-09-19T08:37:00.001-07:00

On the watch

2007-09-19T07:51:00.000-07:00

Well, it's official- I'm too fat for the Army. How can this be? (I asked myself): I don't eat like shit, I work out, and I walk everywhere. Answer: LIFE. I'm not 22 anymore, I'm not as innocent as I'd like to believe, and I know that I have to work harder than most people to actively lose weight.
I have to lose 10 lbs in order to be Army-ready. My audition is in 2 weeks. There is no way in hell I can lose 10 lbs in 2 weeks. Even if I starved myself, spent 8 hours a day in a sauna, and ran 10 miles a day. It just doesn't work like that. Hence, my extreme frustration with not hearing back from my recruiter for 2.5 weeks. He suggested that I start working out on base (which is 1/2 hour car ride from my apartment), 3 mornings a week (at 5AM) for the next 2 weeks, where they will (almost) literally whip me into shape. I'll pass. IF and WHEN I get offered the job, I'll kick it into high gear. But I don't think stressing myself out even more for a job I may or may not get is worth my sanity.
So for now, I have to ignore the goodies my roommate brings home (she works on Martha Stewart's "Everyday Living", and brings home test recipes). No corn cake or pumpkin roll for me tonight. Eff.

The gauntlet has been thrown

2007-09-18T06:09:00.000-07:00

Boccismo! successfully began the Fall Season last night with a strong win. This is the first time in 4 seasons that we have won our first game. Last season, we won EVERY GAME except for the first game, the season before we had lost 2 games, and the very first season, we lost 4 games. We got mad skillz!

Last night also marked Jeremy's triumphant return from his 6.5 month globe-trotting adventure. He's back, he's tan, and he's zen as hell.

This season is gonna be it for us- I can feel it. As long as we keep taking pictures like this...

...we'll just scare off the competition.

B!

Let me see you bounce that

2007-09-17T06:54:00.000-07:00

My foot STILL hurts from dancing the night away on Saturday. I was lucky enough to get on the house list for the Girl Talk show, a much ancitipated event for me, as he's one of my favorite DJs. Girl Talk is one dude, really, from Pittsburgh, who creates mash-ups of hip hop tunes, classic rock, indie rock, and everything inbetween. He's not a traditional DJ with turntables; I'm pretty sure he just presses "play" on his laptop, and the show starts.

The stage was decorated with a giant inflatable palm tree in one corner and an even bigger inflatable spider in the other. Right before he came on stage, "R U motherf*cking ready?" flashed on the projection screen. The show was great- very high energy, with people bustin' moves left and right on the dance floor. I told Bucket I wanted to hear more filthy hip hop, since that's on a lot of his recorded mash-ups, but alas- it was more of a PG-13 performance.

Now that I'm all caught up with Nip/Tuck...

2007-09-14T10:43:00.000-07:00

...I can devote my full attention to The Wire. I've seen episodes here and there over the past 3 or 4 years, but never an entire season. I have no idea why I waited so long to watch the show in succession, but now that I am, I can't get enough.

Several times, on the way to work at Hopkins Hospital, I saw the show being filmed. While it is primarily filmed in the West ghetto, from time to time, they shot in the East. I even met one of the stars when I worked at Charleston- she and her boyfriend came in for dinner and gift certificates. The portrayl of drug and gang wars is dead on (no pun intended); even crime experts agree that The Wire is the best example of what that lifestyle is all about. And we all know that crime, murder, and drugs are rampant in Charm City.

McNutly aside, Stringer Bell is my favorite character on the show.

Ahem.

Now THAT is a fine-lookin' man, not to mention a fine actor. Originally from England, my future husband has many television, movie, and theater credits under his belt. (Insert joke here).

Let's have another look, shall we?

If you aren't already a fan, you will be now.

Frustrated Incorporated (again)

2007-09-12T10:11:00.001-07:00

You'd think that people are just lined up, banging down the door to join the Army. At least, that's what one would think if one dealt with my recruiter. Admitedly, this office has no idea what they are doing when it comes to dealing with a musician. Everything my recruiter needs to do is clearly outlined on the sheet I gave to him three weeks ago. I don't THINK the sheet is in Greek, but I don't remember- I've done a lot between then and now. It seems pretty cut and dry- take the ASVAB (done- I scored an 85), make travel and hotel arrangements (I've made my hotel arrangements although I might end up walking to Ft. Meade, as this is not my responsibility), and take the MEPS physical (an all-day event). As I previously mentioned, I have to shed a few lbs. to be in my desired weight category. Fine. I've cut back, I've re-introduced running to my crying foot (and lungs), and my ass is in gear, thanks to my bike (no pun intended). I still have no idea exactly HOW much weight I have to lose. And why is that? Because no one will call me back. I put in roughly 4 calls a week (for the last 2 weeks), trying to get an answer, to no avail. Am I to assume I don't have to lose any specific amount, just maintain? Who knows. Am I a total fatass? Not bloody likely- check out some pictures of the first week of boot camp when you get a chance. Compared to some of those kids, I'm like fucking Gisele.

My audition is exactly 3 weeks from today- this will potentially change my life. I think at the very least, that deserves a returned phone call.

Boccismo! gets reco'nized

2007-09-05T13:18:00.000-07:00

...for a sentence. But still, it's something. Fall League is about to start up, and it just might be my final bocce season, so it's a bit sad for me.

Nonetheless, Boccismo!

Better leave even earlier...

2007-09-04T07:55:00.000-07:00

...cause the trains will be packed.

Dang it.

Thighs of Steel

2007-09-04T06:13:00.000-07:00

I've only been cycling for a week. (Can I call it cycling, when I don't have a road bike? Biking. Maybe biking is better, Although, cycling sounds more athletic; I like that better. I'm sticking with cycling.) It's only been a week, but I've already ridden about 35 miles or so, and it feels really good. 35 miles really isn't all THAT much on a bike, but with a full time job, practicing, and just life, 35 miles is a decent amount; especially for a beginner.

Yesterday, I rode down to Coney Island and back- the whole trip was maybe 15 miles or a bit more, but with all the stopping and starting and picture taking, I was gone for 3 hours. Here's the link to my flickr page, where you can see my photos. My next trip will be to/through the Greenwood Cemetery. Morbid photos to follow.

Other weekend highlights included a trip to Long Beach with Nikki and Ryan, where the weather could not have been better, and the water could not have been more full of seaweed.

My boyfriend is funny

2007-09-04T05:43:00.001-07:00

What a great way to start the work week.

Time to tighten the belt

2007-08-31T06:11:00.000-07:00

After my first Army experience yesterday (the test was fine), I realized what a life-changing event this could possibly be. I knew things would be unlike anything else I'd ever done, but man- it's gonna be somethin' else. Assuming I get in, I have to be in a certain weight range before starting basic training. Now, this doesn't quite sink in, as I have seen many pictures of soldiers with pounds and pounds to lose, but whatever. In order to pass the physical, which I must have before I even audition, I have to lose about 7 lbs. Not so bad, except I have to do it, or as close as I can get to it, in 4 weeks. Therein lies the problem. I lose weight slower than dial-up internet. I've always been a slow loser, and it's always been a point of extreme frustration for me. So now, I'm actually dealing with a time table, and I'm a little worried I ain't gonna make the cut.

So if you see me walking around wearing a garbage bag and spitting into a paper cup, it's not because I joined the wrestling team. Also, it might help if you scream "put down that carrot, fatty" and throw eggs at me. Anything to get this not-fat-yet-but-on-the-way-there ass in gear.

x(y-1)+ z(y-7397)-4x. Solve for h.

2007-08-30T06:11:00.000-07:00

I've always been absolutely terrible at math. I have no idea how someone who is (sorry, but I'm patting my own back here so get over it) an excellent musician can be so lost when it comes to math. I have no idea how I made a B in Trig. in high school- probably all of the tutors my parents hired. Even in college, I took the simplest math course available (along with every other music major), and I STILL didn't get an A. Then again, Math 23 was at 8 AM, downtown, and was taught by a man with a very thick and hard-to-understand Nigerian accent. But I digress.

This is a complete mystery to me, as I began learning to read music before I had any sort of math class. I can compose you a Renaissance motet, or a Bach-like invention; I can jump key signitures and time signitures with the best of 'em, and I can sight read almost anything. But ask me to multiply fractions, and I'm stumped.

I've spent some time this week brushing up on my math skills, or lack thereof, because I'm taking the ASVAB today. What is the ASVAB? Well," a timed multi-aptitude test, which is given at over 14,000 schools and Military Entrance Processing Stations (MEPS) nationwide and is developed and maintained by the Department of Defense ". Basically, I have to take it before I audition for the Field Band. I took a practice test last week when I visited with my recruiter, and scored a 57. I have no idea what that means, but he said anything over a 31 is passing. On the ASVAB, incorrect answers do not count, but of course, the more questions one answers correctly, the higher the score. And, a higher score can result in a higher enlistment bonus. That may or may not effect musicians.

So think of me this afternoon while you're typing a TPS report or something- I'll be trying to remember how to do long division.

In retirement

2007-08-29T06:03:00.000-07:00

When my dad retired from public school teaching 5 years ago, I wondered how he was going to fill up his time. My father has always been a very busy man (that's probably where I get it). He taught public school for 33 years or so, while holding down several professorships, playing in a symphony, managing and gigging with his own brass quintet, and doing extra gigs on the side. And somehow, he never missed one performance of mine.

Turns out, he keeps just as busy in retirement, but with much simpler things, like photoshop. He started a large project a few months ago, that should (hopefully) be ready by Christmas. He is scanning all of our family photos from around 1944- the present, and putting them onto CDs for my siblings and me. Photos of he and my mother that I have never seen before. Photos of me as a child that I do not remember. Photos of my siblings looking awkward as hell (I was lucky and didn't have an awkward stage ;) ).

It's hard for us to imagine our parents as young people, and remember that they were once our age, and faced many of the same challenges. My mom had already been married for 4 years and was having a baby at 27. I can't even imagine. Anyway, here are some of the gems my father recently scanned (note the use of photoshop in the caption):

I'm full

2007-08-29T05:51:00.000-07:00

Eating at a good restaurant in New York is expensive. True, you can find good eats cheap, and that's how I usually roll, but once in a while (re: 3 times a year or so), I like to treat myself to a meal that costs as much as one week of groceries. Last night, I had dinner at Blue Ribbon. It's only about a 5 minute walk from my apartment, and I've been anxious to eat there for quite some time. It's not "upscale" like Jean-Georges (I don't think I'd even be able to afford a salad there), but don't let the relaxed atmosphere fool you. The food was off the hook, and I ate a ton, yet, I didn't leave feeling like I was going to explode.
For starters, we had three appetizers: asparagus vinegarette, the steamed artichoke, and the special- a Jersey tomato with house-made mozzaralla, and local zucchini. Deeeelish. For the entree, my friend and I shared the 40 oz. steak for two, that came with fries and spinach. It sounds like a lot, and it was, but the dishes were spread out so evenly that we never felt overwhelmed. For dessert, we split the profiteroles which were heavvvvvvvvenly, and then- I finally felt full.
Now I'm going to have to go on a century just to burn off all of last night's dinner. Diet starts Monday.

S*#$ happens

2007-08-27T06:49:00.000-07:00

Saturday night, I'm preparing to go to Phong's surprise birthday party: I was dressed and ready to go. I made a pit stop before heading out, flushed the toilet and boom- overflow central. I mopped up the mess the best I could, turned off the water, and started plunging. After 20 minutes of plunging to no avail, but a lot more water all over the floor, I knew I was screwed. I was also the only person home. I was also covered in toilet contents. What a lovely evening. I called my roommate, who called our landlord, who swore he was on his way over. He never showed up. He never responded to the four additional phone calls my roommate placed. I called a plumber- 24/7 emergency service (or so they claim). "Great- someone will be there between 6:30-8:30 PM". It was 6:15. Tick tock. No plumber. It was now 8:15, and I was more than a little irritated. I had no dinner, no food in my house, but I couldn't leave because what if the plumber shows up the MINUTE I walk down the street? 8:30 came and went, 9:00 came and went. I called the plumber about 298983 times, practically in tears, and trying to find another plumber to come out and fix my potty. No dice. FINALLY, at 10:00 PM- 4 hours later- he showed up. "Sorry. Things are backed up. Pun intended". I bet.

After waiting all of that time, missing the birthday party, not eating dinner, and using the coffee shop next door's restroom twice, it took him 5 minutes and cost me $160 to unclog the damn thing.

In other news, I finally got my bike this weekend, and survived riding in Manhattan. (The bike shop is on the West Side). Granted, it was only about 7 blocks to the subway, but still- cycling in the City is no joke. Once I got back to Brooklyn, I took her for a spin through my hood, and did the Prospect Park loop, and let me tell you- they don't call it Park Slope for nothing. 5 minutes into the ride, I was totally out of breath and wincing at my quads. But, I love it. Move over, Lance Armstrong.

Yes sir, aye- aye Captain, or whatever

2007-08-23T06:24:00.001-07:00

I've been granted an audition for the Army Field Band Soldier's Chorus. Now the fun begins! Along with my "acceptance letter", or whatever you want to call it, I was sent a packet of information and music. The first item of business is to call my local recruiter to set up a meeting. From there, the recruiter schedules my physical and ASVAB test. Do I have to call him Major Sargeant or whatever his rank is? Do I salute? I don't know. You might even be surprised to know there are Army recruiters in New York City- I was. I mean, there has to be, but it's still strange.

Being that this IS New York, the melting pot of the world, the following transpired yesterday:

(P.S.- I'm not being racist; this is exactly what was said)

Man on Phone: Herro Sgt. (couldn't understand it)
Me: Um, yes. Hello. I've been offered an audition with the Soldiers Chorus, and I need to see a recruiter for my testing and physical before my audition.
Him: Ahh, recruiter? You interested in joining Army, yes?
Me: Well, yes, maybe. I have to audition first. I really just need to set up an appointment with a recruiter. Can you help me with that?
Him: So, how old are you? You interested in Army?
Me: (explain the entire thing again)
Him: .......
Me: I NEED AN APPOINTMENT WITH A RECRUITER TO POSSIBLY JOIN THE ARMY.
Him: How old are you? Do you have high school diproma?
Yes: 27, and yes. I have a Masters Degree.
Him: Spell your name for me.
Me: H-i-l-a-r-y
Him: Hirrary?
Me: Well, yes.
Him: Ahhh, ok. I will transfer you to someone who knows what to tell you. I don't know.
Me: THANK YOU.

I've read how disorganized the Army can be- looks like I'm off to a good start.

I'd rather be home

2007-08-21T09:58:00.000-07:00

Ashley: um i just tried drinking out of my water bottle and dropped it all over me
me: ahahhhahahhaha
Ashley: hahaha
me: i can see that. and you're like shit!
and talking to yourself
Ashley: i live a destructive and chaotic lifestyle...
me: and no one is listening
Ashley: um
that's exactly what happened
hahahh
me: hahahhahahhaa
i knew it.
Ashley: i really don't feel like working tdoay
me: me neither. stewpid.
here is what i wish i was doing instead:
i wish it was october
and we were at home
eating autumn mix
and all the windows are open, so it's nice and cool in the house
and we're watching lifetime movies
eating autumn mix
and mom is making chick casserole or something
and dad comes in and says "wife time!"
that's where i wish i was instead
Ashley: HAHAHAHHA
And then steve comes over
and dads asks him some ridiculous computer question
me: yes!
Ashley: and then we all laugha bout how stupid it is
me: hahah yes

I'm tired of thinking of titles for blog entries

2007-08-21T07:15:00.000-07:00

Last night, when I got home from work, I approached the kitchen sink to wash my hands before making myself an awesome dinner of scrambled egg whites and bacon, but to my surprise, there was a visitor in the steel basin. A tiny mouse was caught in a sticky trap, IN the sink. The poor thing was caught, but not squealing, thank God (I can't take the squeals)- so I just picked up the trap and took it outside, where unfortunately, it suffocated. I can't bring myself to smash the damn thing, even though I suppose that's more "humane".

This whole episode reminded me of the time last summer when Amanda and I had to pick up a LIVE PIGEON (obviously very sick) off of the stair, put it in a paper bag, and take it outside, where I assume it died.

Next thing I know, I'll assisting in the birth of kittens, helping some random cat that happened to wonder into my cubicle at work.

Flicky

2007-08-20T06:45:00.000-07:00

I started a Flickr page: check it out from time to time.

School Daze

2007-08-20T06:09:00.000-07:00

Today is undoubtedly the first day of school for many kids across America. New bookbags, pencils, clothing, and teachers- resentful and pissed off that their 2 month vacation is over.

When I was in elementary school, we didn't start school until after Labor Day; at least, from what I can remember. I remember the first day of school being a bit cool, like today. A few weeks before that first day, my mom took my sister and I shopping for new sneakers, bookbags, and school supplies. I always looked forward to this. After shopping, I would spend every night until school started arranging my school supplies in my bookbag, making sure everything was properly labeled and in order. After the first week, that compulsion died and my backpack became a graveyard for crumpled paper and broken pencil points.

I remember one year, maybe going into the 3rd or 4th grade, we were at JC Penny, buying sneakers, and we ran into a boy and his mother who attended our church. The boy was my age, but went to a different school than me. He was upset because his mother wouldn't buy him the new Air Jordans; "For that price, I could buy groceries for an entire 2 weeks", she said. Here I am 20 years later, and I completely understand where she was coming from. Too bad that some weeks, I'd rather starve.

Get me to the church on time

2007-08-16T07:07:00.000-07:00

In the last week, three friends (well, 5 including the spouses-to-be) have become engaged. Three. In one week. Three.

I am very happy for all of the betrothed; Lord knows I'm not ready for a lifelong commitment just yet. Of course, I haven't had a boyfriend for a few years and seem to be going on dead end date after dead end date, but aside from that, I'm cool with waiting on the ol' ball and chain.

It makes me wonder, when exactly do you know you want to be with someone for the rest of your life? Do you know from the beginning? Is it something that takes years to decide? Does it happen after you start living together? I'm in the dark here, as I don't think I've met my future partner yet. Or maybe I have, and I just don't know it. I suppose it's different for everyone- the time frame in which one decides to fully commit for life to another human being. With the divorce rate being 50% in this country, it's not a matter to be taken lightly.

It might be a good idea to open a credit card strictly for "Weddings '08" expenses- Williams-Sonoma will be seeing a lot of me.

Fancy

2007-08-14T11:35:00.000-07:00

You may or may not know who Brooke Astor is, but her funeral is this Friday at St. Thomas, and I just got a phone call to sing in the choir. Now, I'm not saying that a funeral is a good thing, but the woman WAS 105 years old, had quite the fulfilling life, and is now having all the stops pulled out for her with the St. Thomas Men/Boys (plus a few sopranos) choir and all of New York's elite. (I actually don't know who will be there- I'm just imagining the wealthiest of the wealthy will be in attendance.) Who knows? Maybe someone wants to hire a soprano for a socialite wedding, or better yet, Karl Rove's going away party.

From Der German...

2007-08-14T08:33:00.000-07:00

MTA nyc transit service alert:

Due to a single droplet of water falling from the sky mistaken for rain that was actually condensation from an air conditioner in a 17th floor apartment, there are delays on the following subway lines:

1 trains are running between 14th Street and 18th Street in both directions.

2 and 3 uptown trains will terminate at 96th Street, as they are afraid to go into Harlem.

4, 5 and 6 trains will be making two loops around Central Park before getting you to your destination, because they need some fresh air.

7 trains are enjoying a hot dog and beer at Willets Point-Shea Stadium and will resume normal operation once the game is over.

A, B, C and D trains are not running at all, because they really just don’t have time for your crap today.

E trains are running express in Manhattan, enjoying the nice cool breeze they get from going 30 miles an hour.

F and V trains are stuck in some neighborhood in Queens that you’ve never heard of.

G trains are currently experiencing an inferiority complex and will not run until further notice/counseling.

J, M and Z trains are running normally, of course, since nobody ever uses these trains.

L trains are running between Princeton Junction and Hoboken. We really can’t explain how they ended up there.

N and Q trains are currently running on the Cyclone track at Coney Island-Stillwell Ave.

R and W trains are feeling nostalgic right now, and are currently running over the Brooklyn Bridge.

S service is suspended between Times Square-42nd Street and Grand Central-42nd Street. You can just walk. You do have legs, don’t you?

We would apologize for the inconvenience, but we like to watch you suffer. Thank you for riding with MTA New York City Transit!

Small world

2007-08-14T06:50:00.000-07:00

First of all, I noticed on my commute this morning that I can see the Statue of Liberty. I think that's pretty cool.

Secondly, I'm always amazed at how connected everyone is. Six degrees of separation is no joke. Last night, I hung out with my roommates for the first time since moving in. We all work different hours, so going a week or so without seeing one or both (and soon to be 3) of them isn't unusual. I got home around 8:00, and we headed down the street to a Mexican (yes, Mexican) joint. I hate Mexican food, but I didn't want to poo-poo my first dinner with my new roommates, so I just ordered something that I knew wouldn't make me sick. And you know what? I didn't get sick. Anyway, we came home, and a friend of my roommates' came over. Now, one of my roommates is from MD, and this dude who came over is also from MD. We discovered that a) my roommate's mom went to WVU, B) the dude who came over went to CCM and is a former singer turned chef, and C) the dude knows my friend Jeff (WVU clarinetist and friend of mine for 9 years). Who knew? My random craigslist roommmate is 2 degrees of separation from me.

That's New York.

Itchy

2007-08-14T06:29:00.000-07:00

You're not safe either, LA.

Chocolate rain

2007-08-13T11:12:00.000-07:00

I was pretty irritated that it was balls hot for days in a row, but when I finally get to the beach, it's 65 degrees and pouring down rain. I was pretty jazzed about hittin' the rocky shores of Rhode Island, but instead, we pretty much did nothing. It was still nice, though, to see Danno and just be out of New York. It was quiet and quaint and (through the raindrops) really pretty.

Here are all 5 pictures from my trip:

And, of course, the gorgeous weather on the morning of my departure:

Yep. Parachuters.

Weekend listenin'

2007-08-09T12:21:00.000-07:00

I don't say this to be all "too cool for school", but I really do check the NPR website several times a day. I can't listen to the radio on the way to work, or anywhere really because I don't have the patience to download podcasts, so I catch up online, while I'm "working".

Anyway, there are two great World Cafe features this week, so if you are looking for something to listen to while working, or cleaning your house, or whatever check 'em out.

The first is Jason Isbell- the former frontman of the Drive-By Truckers. I am in love with this. It's great summertime music, and he's got a hot southern drawl. I give it an A.

The second is LCD Soundsystem, whose praises I have sung for years. James Murphy is awesome, and every album is amazing. Bucket and I went to see them a few months ago, and it's easily the best show I've seen all year. Well, maybe not easily, but it is. It's the best. I love it. A +.

The Lost Colony

2007-08-09T12:16:00.000-07:00

Tonight I am headed to Kingston, Rhode Island to visit my friend Danno. Dan. Dan? Danno. I can't call him Dan. I know too many Dans, and Danno has always been Danno. We met as freshmen at WVU, at a house party. I was checking out some cute boy, who got lost in the crowd, and Danno- who is quite tall- offered to hunt the boy down for me. I told him he didn't need to bother; I just thought green coat was cute. That was 9 years ago, and we are still friends to this day. He said he can't believe that I'm excited to visit Rhode Island (as he has lived there his whole life), but hello! It's beautiful there. And it's not New York City. It's quiet and clean, with boats and beach, and rich people and pretty mansions. Actually, that's pretty much exactly like New York, minus the quiet and clean.

Anyway, I'm headed to visit him tonight for a quick catch-up, and then back to kick some serious ass in bocce quarterfinals on Saturday. Boccismo! is sitting pretty right now, tied for the No. 1 spot. I really think we stand a great chance of clenching the league title this season. Keep your balls crossed.

Toto, this is def. not Kansas

2007-08-08T14:56:00.001-07:00

As you probably already know, unless you live under a rock or you're on vacation at the Jersey shore or in Hawaii all week, this happened. This isn't far from where I live in Brooklyn, and I didn't spend the night at home last night. (Don't get excited- I was catsitting in the Bronx). I obviously heard the storm, but perhaps it was a blessing in disguise that I was up in the great white north. Oh, and for you New Yorkers who aren't in our fair city this week, be glad you're gone- you missed the worst day of transit since the strike.

It's nearly that time of year

2007-08-07T07:07:00.000-07:00

Fall? Leaves changing? Crisp air? Well, yes. It's around the corner (thank GOD; I hate this humidity). But, I was referring to audition season. It's time to decide how much money I want to waste on application fees and postage. Last year, I applied for (I think) 12 auditions- I got 9 of them. Needless to say, I didn't get any work out of it, but I'm OK with that- I sang well for almost all of them, and felt I represented myself well. This year, I'm only applying for 5 auditions. I just can't see wasting the money when I know nothing will come out of it. I'm not being pessimistic; I know I'm a talented singer with a nice career ahead of me. But I also know that YAP slots are incredibly few and far between, sopranos are a dime a dozen, and politics rule. Therefore, why waste time and money? Honestly, I'd rather save my money for German auditions in a few years than go up against every conservatory graduate on the East Coast.

So, I haven't made a final decision on where to apply, but so far, D.C., Britten-Pears, and Juillard Opera Center (if they'll have me again!) are on the list. That leaves space for two more. Hmmmm.

You won't phase me out

2007-08-06T11:09:00.000-07:00

Last month, I put my NYSC membership on hold because I couldn't afford it. I meant to cancel the damn thing, but you are required to give 30 days notice, so I figured it was easier to pay $15 to freeze the account than whatever ridiculous amount it would cost to cancel it on the spot. To my surprise, NYSC charged me for a full month's membership this month- even though the membership is SUPPOSED to be frozen- and that has screwed me. Of course. I have been trying to get through to "member services" for 3 days. I have been on hold, or waiting to talk to someone, for 3 days. I wait an average of 45 minutes every time I call, putting the phone on speaker, listening to the awful music that sounds like something straight out of Quantum Leap. I've called the actual gym to complain and find out another way for me to get my money back, but alas- THERE IS NO OTHER WAY. I'm not convinced there actually IS a "members services". How is it possible that every time I call, I'm on hold for 45 minutes? You can't tell me that the phones are THAT tied up. Or are they? Is everyone in New York pissed off at NYSC? Or does someone have a tracker on my phone, which sends out a message to anyone/everyone who wants to call "member services", and they are just beating me to the punch?

$88 is $88. I will not be phased out. I'll stay on the line all afternoon if I have to. By the end of the day, I'll have an overwhelming desire to go home and watch some early 90s dramas.

Can you tell I don't want to work today?

2007-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00

I've decided to cut my hair. Really cut my hair. I think. It's not like my hair is 4 ft. long or anything like that, but it's long for me- it's the longest it's been since I was a senior in high school. It's just too much maintenance for me, and I end up pulling it back into a ponytail every day. That's not really good for curly hair. So, I've made an appointment for a serious hair cut/learning how to properly care for my curls at Devachan. It's not going to be cheap by any means, but I'm not looking for just a trim. I want a good hair cut, and I want to be better educated on how to take care of my hair. Supposedly, a key to good curl maintenance is only washing your hair once or twice a week, and drying it with paper towels or any old teeshirt. Sounds a bit earthy to me, but hey- I'm willing to give it a go for some sick curls.

Oh man

2007-08-03T06:52:00.000-07:00

I lived in Queens; I can vouch for this. True and hilarious.

$40 a Day

2007-08-02T19:48:00.000-07:00

More like $15, in my case. In the second and last of "Hilary's nights of dining out in Park Slope" series, I went to a great Thai place last night. It's a few blocks from my apartment, complete with a gorgeous outdoor patio, a DJ (although no one was spinning when I was there), a bar, and low lighting (thank God because I wasn't wearing any makeup and I was sweating). My meal cost $8.00 total, and I can honestly say I was full. I'll go back.
However, the highlight of last evening's excursion was my trip to Bierkraft. This was my first time actually going inside Bierkraft- I've been admiring it from the street for nearly a year now. I could have gone in anytime, but I knew I couldn't leave empty-handed, and there was no way I was carting beer from Park Slope to Astoria. Like a kid in a candy store.
Here are my wares:

Bierkraft really is a beer lover's paradise. Now, as you may or may not know, my favorite beers are those of the Belgian persuasion, followed closely by German brews. I have never been a huge fan of super hoppy beers, so IPAs were never on my list of must-haves. However, in an effort to appreciate the fine art of brewing in all its forms, I've started to incorporate hoppier beers (hoppier? is that right?) into my drinking diet. Upon entering Bierkraft, I immediately called Alex- the IPA king- to ask his advice on some good American microbrews. Aside from the Belgian tripel (haven't had this one before), and the Weizen (HAVE had this before) I purchased, I also got 3 brews from Dogfish Head: Indian Brown Ale, Raison d'etre (had this before), and Craft Brewed. I also purchased a Victory Primia Pils- Alex's favorite beer of the moment- and sampled that last night. It's a good beer- perfect for summer. The pricetag for these 6 handsome brews? $17.00.

Bierkraft is only a 10 minute walk from my apartment. I have a feeling that it's going to become my new Omonia cafe.

It's close to miiiiiiiiiiiiiidnight

2007-08-02T10:14:00.001-07:00

The embedding was "disabled by request", but really; watch this. It's awesome.

NKOTB

2007-08-01T20:08:00.000-07:00

Moving always makes me feel a little strange. Even when I changed apartments in college, and especially in Baltimore, I always needed time to adjust. I remember when Nakia and I had to leave our gorgeous Cathedral St. abode- seriously the nicest apartment I've ever had and will probably ever have. I was bummed. Even though we were only moving 3 blocks away, to Waterloo WITH Eliza and a swimming pool, I was still sad. Eliza was in Florida for the first month or so of our relocation, and Nakia was way busy working. I remember feeling really sad and out of place as I struggled to assemble my bed that first night. Dan had come over for a bit, and suggested I move my bed from one wall to the other- to create a better flow in the room. After summer opera had finished, I started working a terrible temp job- from which I would soon be fired- and I came home every day wishing I lived on Cathedral St. again. Not because it was a gorgeous apartment (MAN I loved that apartment), but because when I lived there, I was still in school. When I lived there, I didn't think about where rent was coming from (I'm paying for that now), or if I'd have time to practice, or how I was going to afford my gym membership. I was still naive to the "real world". Sometimes, I still wish I lived on Cathedral St.

It's my first night in Brooklyn, and even though I know the neighborhood pretty well, I still feel like a visitor. Like it's time for me to get on the R, then transfer to the N to get home in an hour. Instead, I AM home. I ate dinner at great sandwich shop where I have dined several times before, and I took my time walking home, stopping to sit and read a bit, checking out my new neighbors. It's not quite Cathedral St., but it's home for now.

What Not to Do

2007-07-30T10:31:00.000-07:00

Dear potential NYC tourists:

If you've never been to Manhattan, take this advice. Trust me. It's dead on.

Pics 'n at

2007-07-26T06:15:00.000-07:00

Five years ago, the thought of someday having a child was pretty much not an option for me. I don't have any experience with children. Most children I see on the subway are ill-behaved, and that annoys me. I only babysat once in my entire life, and it was a disaster: the kid was ill, I wasn't sure what to do, and the parents never called me back. Awesome.

However, since the birth of my nephew, I've noticed a change in myself. Now, I'm not saying that I'm ready to saddle up to the delivery table anytime soon, but the thought of one day having a child doesn't seem so awful anymore. Of course, one cannot compare a weekend of feeding/changing/hauling around a baby to an entire LIFETIME of care, but it doesn't seem so ridiculously impossible anymore. Perhaps the old biological clock has formed. Dear God.

Lesbians, Strollers, and Coffee shops- here I come

2007-07-24T09:43:00.000-07:00

As I said in a previous post, Park Slope sometimes gets a bad rap for being home to ex-mats (my own word; re: ex-Manhattanites). Child-bearers, lesbians, everything in between make up the population of this community. And you know what? I like it. Yes, some residents are a BIT too earthy for me (what, with the co-op and all), but it's a beautiful neighborhood right on Prospect Park, with tons of restaurants, bars, cafes, and brownstones. After many a viewing, I finally got an apartment last night.

The location is boss- right on the main drag of 5th Ave- and a 5 minute walk to bocce. I've never minded commuting out to the Slope for bocce, but I have to be honest- walking home in 5 minutes vs. taking the train home in an hour is something to look forward to. I can finally get my bike, since Prospect Park is a mere 3 blocks away, and the apartment is smack dab in the middle of the R and F. Both local (shit), but both trasferable to express (not shit).

One of the best parts about my move is Robert's future Brooklyn adventures. He LOVES coming all the way out to Brooklyn, and now, he has an even better reason- me! (And lesbian bars. He loves those.) And who knows- maybe we'll even run into Steve Buscemi.

I don't even..I just..I...

2007-07-18T11:15:00.000-07:00

I don't know if it's possible for me to love this guy any more than I already do, but Corporate Casual (aka, this dude) does it again. Zing!

Hoo-ah

2007-07-18T07:02:00.000-07:00

I've decided to apply for an audition with the Army Field Band Soldier's Chorus. I'm not getting on my high horse here, but I'm assuming that means I'll be granted an audition for the Chorus. Why the Army, you ask? I'll tell you why. I love New York. I love living here. I love being immersed in everything- the culture, the way of life, the diversity, the food, the drink, the fun- there is no other place like New York. What I don't love is the cost of living. What I don't love is working a job that pays just enough for me to not starve, but leaves very little wiggle room. I'm 27, and I don't have any idea how I would ever purchase a house or be financially secure when I retire. That's not good.

So, in order to achieve my goal of moving to Germany in several years, I decided to look at the Soldier's Chorus as an option. Here's the basic rundown: 3 years of service, student loan debt absolved, possible generous signing bonus, good pay which would allow me to save money, housing stipend, food stipend, no combat, no moving around, oh, and getting paid to sing.

New York is a wonderful place, full of opportunity, but it's next to impossible to maintain a career here without doing something else to supplement one's income. I don't want to sit behind a desk for the next 25 years. I don't want to be an administrative assistant for the next 25 years. I have worked too hard and spent too much money to settle. So, Germany is on the horizon. However, spending time in Europe is not cheap. Having all of my student loan debt paid off, and money in the bank, is ideal. With the Army gig, I could do that.

Annnnnnnnnywayyyyyyyyyyyy, there are a lot of "ifs" floating around this audition, but just to gain a piece of mind, I've been reading a lot about basic training; in particular, the gas chamber. It looks like this:

Yikes. Nine weeks of hell, I mean boot camp, is daunting, but when I think about the financial freedom that accompanies the insanity, it seems kind of worth it. Of course, putting up with bullshit like this would be a HUGE test, but I'm pretty sure that's what basic training is- a giant exam.

So, check back in a few months to see if my tune has changed. But right now, I keep humming The Army Goes Rolling Along.

I knew it

2007-07-17T06:51:00.001-07:00

Bucket and I have been on the caturday beat for a lonnnnnnnng time, but here's proof that it's a phenomenon.

Overhaulin

2007-07-16T08:25:00.000-07:00

I'm switching boroughs. Since I spend a lot of time in Brooklyn, I think it makes sense for me to live there. In particular, Park Slope. Park Slope gets a lot of shit for being yuppy, baby-filled, and expensive. All of those things are true. But, I still want to live there. You may recall my Monday night ritual of playing bocce ball- in Park Slope. I've grown to really love the neighborhood, and I feel a sense of community there that is hard for me to feel in Astoria. So, onward and upward, I say.
Looking for an apartment in New York is stupid and ridiculous. Robert, Amanda, and I didn't find our place in Queens until 2 weeks before we relocated. I have no idea why real estate continues to be as cut throat and crazy as it is, but it ain't changin' anytime soon, despite everyone's hatred of the system. I've been looking at apartments for a few weeks (3 bedrooms, as I will be moving in with your favorite Scot and mine and another friend), and I am more than a little frustrated. First of all, 3 bedroom apartments in Park Slope/Prospect Heights are really hard to find- espeically in our price range. I've seen 5 apartments so far, only one of them being a possibility, and all were gone a day after I viewed them. I've had brokers call me the day I'm supposed to view a place, telling me it's already gone- even though it's only been advertised for 5 hours. Ugh. I know that's the way the market works, but damn! Should I start bringing a knife to these open houses? I'm not afraid to take someone out for a nice apartment. KIDDING. Kidding. Sort of.

So now that the recital is done (it went well, by the way),I can focus on finding a place to live. That is, after I get out of work at 6:30 every night this week, go home to visit my family this weekend, and somehow start packing. I need a personal assistant.

BK represent

2007-07-09T20:38:00.000-07:00

Tonight, after bocce ball, my teammates and I elected to have pizza for dinner. There are several good pizza spots in Park Slope (the neighborhood where I play), but no- we decided to go to L&B in Gravesend instead. This place is no joke. They have been featured on the Food Network several times, for best pizza (sicilian!), and best pasta. It's a huge restaurant, with more of a beer garden than a pizza parlor feel. The pie was off the chain, and the next time I go, I have to save room for spumoni.

Now, for those of you not familiar with Brooklyn, I've attached a map. I play bocce in Park Slope. L&B is in Gravesend.

Now let's take a look at a subway map. (I really do find this all very interesting, and I love going to new neighborhoods.) I got on the N train at Ave. U in Brooklyn (the yellow line), and got off at Broadway, which is in Queens. Doesn't look like it's all THAT far apart, but it does take about an hour and 20 minutes.

Worth it? Come one! Fuggetaboutit.

Ha!

2007-07-05T06:43:00.001-07:00

MAN, I love this dude's blog.

I had cheezburger yesturdai

2007-07-05T06:35:00.001-07:00

To start off the day, how about some caturday?!

You're so gangsta

2007-07-03T08:11:00.001-07:00

Thursday night, I'm going to see Chromeo (for free!) and I can hardly wait. This Canadian duo produces the perfect electropop soundtrack for the summer, and I'm gonna shake my booty all over the Hiro Ballroom.

You can see for yourself:

NSFW

2007-07-02T11:19:00.000-07:00

Well, at MOST jobs.

Just be sure if you watch it at "work" that your sound is down and your screen a bit private.

Here.

One more

2007-07-02T07:54:00.001-07:00

Just because I love this video.

Still Ill

2007-07-02T07:25:00.000-07:00

Oh Morrissey. You don't tour very often. I've only seen you once, and that was 10 years ago, in a very bizarre ballroom in Glen Burnie, MD. But, you had "throat problems" this weekend, so you were forced to postpone your Philly and New York shows. Had I purchased a ticket, I would have been pissed. But, since I've seen you once, I won't pay $50 to see you again. There is a handful of bands I would pay $50 to see- the Beastie Boys, U2, and Radiohead, and I saw Radiohead on the Bends tour yeeeeeeeeears ago.

Anyway, I went to what would have been a Moz after party to see The Sons and Heirs, a New York-based Smiths/Morrissey tribute band. Now, usually tribute/cover bands are, well, not good. But these dudes? Amazing. They dress like the Smiths, and "Ronnissey" has Moz's moves DOWN. Check em out:

And, if you don't know who the Smiths are, here's the real deal:

Good Time Island

2007-06-30T09:09:00.000-07:00

Last night's Throats reunion turned out to be a pretty good time. I think I drank my weight in beer; just like old times.

Some pics are here. Let's gooooooooooooooooooo!

FY07 Par-tay

2007-06-29T06:34:00.000-07:00

Today is the end of the fiscal year, which apparently means we get to drink at 10 AM. The dean of my department just walked in with champagne and orange juice, and we're fittin' to make mimosas. It's been a rough week 'round these parts, so this is overdue.

I'm also jazzed about tonight, as a mini WVU reunion is taking place. A few friends are visiting from out of town, along with the West Virginia throats who live in ye big apple, so we're hittin' up the beer garden for beer and laughs. Should be an awesome time- we haven't all been together in years.

Oh man

2007-06-28T07:21:00.000-07:00

Phat Phree doesn't disappoint.

We forget..

2007-06-28T07:09:00.000-07:00

... that our parents were young once.

My mother, in her mid-twenties, clearly under the influence of my father:

OK, the suspense is killing me

2007-06-26T10:49:00.000-07:00

I know only a handful of people read this, and really, only a handful of people care what I have to say. So, I must know- who is my reader in Hartford, Kansas?

I know who the rest of you are. :)

Mama needs a new pair of shoes

2007-06-26T06:52:00.000-07:00

Trick out your kicks!

Mama can't afford much of anything right now, but when she can, she's gettin a sweet pair of Nikes.

Little Debbie

2007-06-25T06:24:00.000-07:00

On Saturday night, I went to the final NYPhil concert of the season, where I heard Ms. Voigt sing some Strauss songs, and I heard the orchestra play Mahler 7. Now, if you know me, you know how much I love Mahler. In December, I saw Chicago Symphony play Mahler 7 at Carnegie Hall (one of the top 3 best concerts I've ever been to), so the NYPhil had some big shoes to fill. They sounded amazing, especially in the last movement where it's balls to the wall brass and percussion- it gives me chills. Such amazing writing.

Deb was pretty awesome too. I wasn't as impressed with the beauty of her voice, although it is obviously very beautiful, as I was with the sheer power and size of it. Good God that woman can wail. A Mahler/Strauss orchestra is as big as they come, and to carry over a 130 piece orchestra, and be heard with NO trouble, is amazing. Even in her lower range, I heard every note. Pretty impressive. Plus, she looks good too. Just think of all the work she had to do to regain that support and muscle after her gastric bypass. Singers are cool.

The rest of my weekend included birthday parties, strong Belgian beers, a housewarming party, and watching this show. Wowza.

Warm it up

2007-06-21T10:41:00.001-07:00

Milkshake Remix

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Oh Philly

2007-06-21T05:56:00.000-07:00

Oh Pennsylvania; I miss you:

Alex: went to a fishtown bar last night
got drunk with some toothless old man and his cripple friend from Pittsburgh
me: HAHAHAH
oh man
Alex: ya
me: wow
Alex: I know
me:so what was the convo like?
Alex: uhmmmm. well it was kinda hard to understand him cause he had no teeth, so there was a lot of nodding and smiling on my part. and his cripple friend had a speech impediment so..
me: wow
Alex: yeah. oh I remember! he was telling me about how a friend of his found a bar in Tampa where you could smoke inside. he rambled for 15 mins about that shit.
me: facinating
Alex: then we talked about the aluminum bud bottle shaped cans
me: well good! and now you have 2 new friends
Alex: I do. we are gonna play peanuckle next tuesday
me: down at the VFW?
Alex: yes the Vee-ef-dubya
me: "his cripple friend" wow
Alex: yeah dude.he dropped his cane when he got up to shake my hand when I was leaving. we almost knocked heads bending over to pick it up.

What's changed?

2007-06-20T06:46:00.000-07:00

Today my parents celebrate their 37th wedding anniversary. 37. 37 years with the same person, day in and day out. 37 years of ups and downs, 3 kids, 1 grandkid, a dog, several cats, a guinea pig, some fish, a chameleon, and I think a hampster.

My parents met on a blind date. (In today's world: internet dating.) They were both teachers in the same school district, and the principal at my mother's school told her that she might want to get to know my father, who held season tickets to the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. According to my mom, the only reason she agreed to go out with my dad is because she hadn't seen the BSO perform. 6 months or so later, they got engaged, and on June 20, 1970, they were married. My mom was 23, and my dad, 25.

I am 27. I am single. The longest relationship I have had lasted 1 year. I haven't had a boyfriend in 3 years. Talk about the apple falling pretty far from the tree.

I look at my parents' relationship, and still hope that when I do get married, I can celebrate my 37th wedding anniversary. They drive each other crazy from time to time (or most of the time), but they've stuck it out. And quite honestly, I can't imagine either of them being happy with anyone else.

D.U.M.B.O.

2007-06-18T08:16:00.001-07:00

Check this out:

My friend Brian, in Thailand. Pretty awesome!

Pewpiez.

2007-06-13T06:03:00.001-07:00

I'm a lame blogger. Forgive my lameness, but I've had some rather pressing matters to deal with, so, yeah.

That being said, the rest of my vacation in Vegas was hella fun. I did this, and this, and felt like this. I'm terrible at slots!

You should also check out my friend RJ's site, Give-me-a-buck; it's a great idea, and his videos are hilarious.

G'day mate inDEED

2007-06-08T15:06:00.000-07:00

I'm an old woman. How is it that I can go from 7 AM- 10PM on (sometimes) a daily basis in New York, and not even blink, but I've been struggling with the stupid 3 hour time difference ever since my plane landed. By the time I'm completely adjusted, it will be time to go back to New York.

Anyway, last night Ashley and I saw the Thunder from Down Under show, and I must say, it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. Entertaining? Totally. We got free tickets, as it is a bit pricey, but I'd pay money to see that again. This dude was my favorite, and easliy the hottest man I've ever seen in real life. Apparently, his favorite place to hang out in Vegas is Home Depot. If by Home Depot, he means the gay bar, then fine. Whatever. The point is, he's ridiculous, and I got to touch him.

The highlight of the show was when this dude pulled me on stage for a lap dance. I was bright red the whole time, my sister was laughing hysterically in the audience, AND my dress *Ahem* "malfunctioned" as he was doing pelvic thrusts into my chest. Par for the classy course.

More later.

I'll be here all week.

2007-06-05T11:42:00.000-07:00

Ashley: i think you'll like the Harry Potter bar
me: oh we're going there? is snape there?
Ashley: i hope so. there's a couple goth people that look like snape. hahah
me: awesome!
what is the bar called?
Ashley: the griffin
me: hahhaah
is the entrance called The Griffen Door?
HEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ashley: what's that?
me: what??
Gryffindor!!
in HP?
Ashley: HAHAHHA
i'm such an idiot