Here is my news for the day in bulleted format for your scanning pleasure:
• Emily is coming this weekend! So I’m going to meet her in midtown around 10 tonight. I have a flexible itinerary and I hope we make the most of this visit. I’m hoping to do touristy things on Saturday (Broadway, Empire State, Times Square) and real New York things on Sunday (brunch, Magnolias, Canal Street, jay walking…). I’m so excited! So until she gets here (after work) I’m going to the MoMA free Friday night event and then I’m going to finish up some stuff at the apartment.
• For those of you who were concerned—this week was much better than last week. I did some expenses, helped write some copy for an advertorial, planned an office wedding shower and went to (and planned) an Emmy “thank you” lunch. It was much less stressful. It was actually pretty entertaining. I also caught up on my blogs. My new favorite is www.restaurantgal.com. Check it out (but you have to start from the beginning).
• I got tickets to see Jon Stewart! My tickets are for February (that’s how long you have to get them in advance). I’ll let you know how that goes.
• My furniture is completely put together! All I need now is a tv, chair/love seat and everything will be perfect. I’ll post pictures when a) I find my camera and b) I feel like the apartment is ready for it’s blog debut.
• I met another boy! His name is Todd. But I’m not sure if I really like him yet. He has this annoying discoloration on his front tooth and every time he talks it’s kind of distracting. But we’ll see…He’s a nice guy. We have a date on Tuesday night. I think we’re going to the Buddha Bar in the Meat Packing district. Fun times.
• I found a miracle tea. It’s made by the Republic of Tea and I swear—I’ve drank it for the past few mornings and my breakouts have disappeared. It’s called “Get Gorgeous” and you can find it at Whole Foods. Check it out!
Ta ta for now!
XXOO
Friday, October 24, 2008
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is a hot dog vending machine. On Coney Island, no less.
What will they think of next?
And according to New York magazine, the hot dogs can be in there for 20 days at a time before they plop out of the dispenser and you take a bite out of 'em. Yum.
It's moments like this I'm glad I'm a vegetarian.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Maybe this isn't as funny as I think...but I think it's pretty funny...
I saw this on another blog and thought it was a pretty funny thought.
He probably would have come over anyway...
He probably would have come over anyway...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Nightmare on 42nd Street, between 5th and 6th
I’m finally settled in my apartment. It’s funny because all last week I was procrastinating, thinking that I would NEVER get the mess that was my room/landing in control. But after three hours this weekend, I’m pretty much done. Hallelujah.
And cleaning was most definitely therapeutic. I turned on some tunes and sorted, scrubbed, and sanitized EVERY last piece of junk I own (which is considerably less after the great bed bug debacle of 08) and that in turn gave me time to sort, scrub and sanitize my thoughts. Well…somewhat at least. It was nice to just spend the weekend getting life together. And I had a deep tissue massage too because it was spa week. I love New York.
I needed that massage too because last week was amazingly stressful—both at work and at home. First TV Guide was sold (Yay!) to a private equity firm (yay!) based in Paris (Yay! Time to get that passport out…). All in all—this was good news. We were getting all this positive press because we had brokered a deal even in the middle of the economic hullabaloo—it was a happy day. The only happy day. Part of the deal was that there would be no disclosure of the financial side of the deal, which I figured was pretty standard so I didn’t worry too much about it. Well…the next day we all wake up to an article in Advertising Age with the headline: “TV Guide sold for a buck.” And it was true. We were sold for one dollar. One dollar. Which I actually thought was a joke at first and laughed. No one else in the room laughed. Apparently the company who bought us are taking a considerable amount of debt (100 million) to own us, so that was their “payment.” Once that was explained, I understood, but none of the articles are including that vital piece of info! So we had a PR nightmare. I had people calling from the NY Times, the WSJ, the Post—it was insane. I’ve never said “no comment” more in my life (and just for clarification—they were calling to talk to my boss…not me. I’m not that important.). It just makes us look like a joke. And that is never good for a magazine that survives because of ad revenue.
Also, we have this cover party tomorrow. Which we didn’t realize we were having until the end of last week. Apparently some of the sales reps wanted to have a “happy hour” and started planning and it got out of control and somehow someone mentioned a cover party in the invitation to clients. Now, a “cover party” is something very specific in the magazine world. You have talent. You have alchohol. You have food. It’s a real party. And the cover they were celebrating was for 30 Rock, which is a really hot show right now. You don’t just walk up to the set and expect to get Alec Baldwin and Tina Fey to come to your “happy hour.” And that’s what we needed. Because that’s what everyone is expecting. Beccuase it is a “cover party.” And you expect the stars on the cover that you’re celebrating to be at their “cover party.” So, in short, it has been super insane. We finally got the talent to agree, we secured a venue and we think we have everything under control. But…whew. It was a crazy week. The only thing left is to actually go to the party…which shouldn’t be too stressful. I’m just supposed to “babysit” the talent. Whatever that means. I hope they’re not divas.
Anyway…that has been my life for the last week. I’ll update again tomorrow with further scintillating details.
And cleaning was most definitely therapeutic. I turned on some tunes and sorted, scrubbed, and sanitized EVERY last piece of junk I own (which is considerably less after the great bed bug debacle of 08) and that in turn gave me time to sort, scrub and sanitize my thoughts. Well…somewhat at least. It was nice to just spend the weekend getting life together. And I had a deep tissue massage too because it was spa week. I love New York.
I needed that massage too because last week was amazingly stressful—both at work and at home. First TV Guide was sold (Yay!) to a private equity firm (yay!) based in Paris (Yay! Time to get that passport out…). All in all—this was good news. We were getting all this positive press because we had brokered a deal even in the middle of the economic hullabaloo—it was a happy day. The only happy day. Part of the deal was that there would be no disclosure of the financial side of the deal, which I figured was pretty standard so I didn’t worry too much about it. Well…the next day we all wake up to an article in Advertising Age with the headline: “TV Guide sold for a buck.” And it was true. We were sold for one dollar. One dollar. Which I actually thought was a joke at first and laughed. No one else in the room laughed. Apparently the company who bought us are taking a considerable amount of debt (100 million) to own us, so that was their “payment.” Once that was explained, I understood, but none of the articles are including that vital piece of info! So we had a PR nightmare. I had people calling from the NY Times, the WSJ, the Post—it was insane. I’ve never said “no comment” more in my life (and just for clarification—they were calling to talk to my boss…not me. I’m not that important.). It just makes us look like a joke. And that is never good for a magazine that survives because of ad revenue.
Also, we have this cover party tomorrow. Which we didn’t realize we were having until the end of last week. Apparently some of the sales reps wanted to have a “happy hour” and started planning and it got out of control and somehow someone mentioned a cover party in the invitation to clients. Now, a “cover party” is something very specific in the magazine world. You have talent. You have alchohol. You have food. It’s a real party. And the cover they were celebrating was for 30 Rock, which is a really hot show right now. You don’t just walk up to the set and expect to get Alec Baldwin and Tina Fey to come to your “happy hour.” And that’s what we needed. Because that’s what everyone is expecting. Beccuase it is a “cover party.” And you expect the stars on the cover that you’re celebrating to be at their “cover party.” So, in short, it has been super insane. We finally got the talent to agree, we secured a venue and we think we have everything under control. But…whew. It was a crazy week. The only thing left is to actually go to the party…which shouldn’t be too stressful. I’m just supposed to “babysit” the talent. Whatever that means. I hope they’re not divas.
Anyway…that has been my life for the last week. I’ll update again tomorrow with further scintillating details.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
LA or Bust: Part Two
Here is the very late follow up to my LA adventure!
Everybody knows the real party at the Emmy awards starts after the cameras turn off. Drunk and mostly disappointed celebrities meander through as many after parties as they can, milking the free publicity and the free booze. Sometimes this happens without incident—other times you’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse of something truly spectacular. So, last month when I found out I was going to work one of the hottest Emmy night bashes, excited didn’t begin to describe my reaction. Hysterical was more like it.
I really didn’t expect to see anyone until 10 or 11pm (what self respecting celeb is actually on time to an event?) So when we got to the party and people were whispering that LiLo and her gal-pal Samantha Ronson were already in the VIP tent, I was a little taken aback. But that didn’t stop me from scoping out the situation. Careful not to look like I was gawking (which probably made me even more obvious) I walked over to get a drink by where the two were canoodaling. And she looked…it was so sad. I almost cried for her (but that would have ruined my make-up). She was in this little slinky velvet dress with a hood that looked like she must of bought it drunk, high and on her Blackberry. The material and the dark color did nothing for her emaciated frame and pale skin tone. She was also definitely sporting the twelve-year old I-just-got-out-of-the-pool-and-towel-dried-my-hair-while-eating-a-very-berry-popcycle look. Suffice it to say, I was not impressed. Samantha was even less impressive, but there were no expectations there. But I couldn’t help but be happy for them. They looked happily oblivious to their sadness.
The next celeb on the radar was Lauren Conrad and Lo Bosworth from The Hills. I obsessively watch The Hills, so I was so excited when the two (and Lo’s new boy toy) sat down right next to where my group was standing. Lo looked fabulous, as always. She was wearing this gold belted dress with black pumps. They actually looked like YSL Tributes—but I didn’t get close enough to be really sure. Lauren was also fantastic in a navy blue ankle length gown with a jeweled brooch. I read somewhere that she designed it herself—but I guess there are also murmurings that her full time job of hating “Speidi” and propensity to sun bathe leave her little time to make an honest living. After twenty minutes or so, I overheard her saying she wasn’t feeling well and she ended up leaving the party early. Lo and co. followed soon after.
Chandra Wilson (Dr. Bailey on Grey’s Anatomy) was quite elegant in a black Tadashi Shoji halter gown. My co-worker and I appropriately gushed over her fantastic performance on the show and she genuinely thanked us. I think she might have been my favorite celebrity of the evening, mostly because she was so real in a room brimming with fake boobs, fake smiles and fake bravado.
Sandra Oh (Dr. Yang on Grey’s Anatomy) sauntered down the red carpet next, in an Oscar de la Renta black lace dress. But it was her sister, Grace Oh, that I actually met. She was beautiful too, in a classic Hollywood red gown and a red lip. They look exactly the same, and have very similar facial expressions, so it was pretty funny to talk to her. She was a little lost and looking for Sandra—eventually she went back in the party to retrieve her sibling. That girl was a riot.
The next celebrity will only be exciting to all those girls who were obsessed with NSYNC when they were 13—myself included. Joey Fatone (Who is the host of the new series “The Singing Office” that has debuted with less than stellar ratings—and not surprisingly in my opinion. Does anyone actually want to see their boss sing, “Like a Virgin” into a ruler? I didn’t think so) actually looked great in my opinion. Maybe the camera does put on twenty pounds.
The Office crew got there a little later. I actually bumped into BJ Novak (Ryan) as he was walking in my general direction (so maybe he bumped into me?)—which might have been a bit embarrassing if any thoughts besides “oh-my-god-that’s-BJ-Novak” were going through my head during the slow mo collision. I saw John Kransinski (Jim) next, which also was a highlight of the evening. He was as hot in person, as he is on television. Melora Hardin (Jan), Brian Baumgartner (Kevin), and Phyllis Smith (Phyllis) were also milling around. I really wanted to give Phyllis a hug because I think I’ve been conditioned to feel like that when I see her on the show. But I refrained—which was probably a good thing for my job.
Two actors from another show I’m obsessed with, Pushing Daisies, were also present and milling around. Lee Pace (The Pie Maker) was so adorable and there was no mistaking the signature voice of Kristin Chenoweth (Olive) who I know and love as Glenda the good witch in the Broadway show Wicked. Her dress was a fantastic white gown and she admitted to reporters that, “this isn’t my hair, or my eyelashes!” So honest!
There were a billion other celebs too: Kevin Spacey, Jaimie Fox, Jesse Spencer (Chase on House), Simon Rex (Entourage), Kyra Sedgwick (The Closer), Elijah Kelley (Hairspray) and The Bravery performed to an ecstatic crowd. And as good as they were, I think excessive amounts of alcohol had a lot to do with their excitement.
As the night came to a close, I couldn’t help but think that maybe being a celebrity wouldn’t be as fun as it seems. People were running up to Lauren Conrad and sticking cameras in her face even when she said no pictures. And she was sick! It seemed like a lot of them had to jump out of cars, back into cars, flash bulbs going off everywhere…it all just seemed so—fake and empty. And annoying. Therefore, I think I’ll stay anonymous for the time being. Thank you very much.
Everybody knows the real party at the Emmy awards starts after the cameras turn off. Drunk and mostly disappointed celebrities meander through as many after parties as they can, milking the free publicity and the free booze. Sometimes this happens without incident—other times you’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse of something truly spectacular. So, last month when I found out I was going to work one of the hottest Emmy night bashes, excited didn’t begin to describe my reaction. Hysterical was more like it.
I really didn’t expect to see anyone until 10 or 11pm (what self respecting celeb is actually on time to an event?) So when we got to the party and people were whispering that LiLo and her gal-pal Samantha Ronson were already in the VIP tent, I was a little taken aback. But that didn’t stop me from scoping out the situation. Careful not to look like I was gawking (which probably made me even more obvious) I walked over to get a drink by where the two were canoodaling. And she looked…it was so sad. I almost cried for her (but that would have ruined my make-up). She was in this little slinky velvet dress with a hood that looked like she must of bought it drunk, high and on her Blackberry. The material and the dark color did nothing for her emaciated frame and pale skin tone. She was also definitely sporting the twelve-year old I-just-got-out-of-the-pool-and-towel-dried-my-hair-while-eating-a-very-berry-popcycle look. Suffice it to say, I was not impressed. Samantha was even less impressive, but there were no expectations there. But I couldn’t help but be happy for them. They looked happily oblivious to their sadness.
The next celeb on the radar was Lauren Conrad and Lo Bosworth from The Hills. I obsessively watch The Hills, so I was so excited when the two (and Lo’s new boy toy) sat down right next to where my group was standing. Lo looked fabulous, as always. She was wearing this gold belted dress with black pumps. They actually looked like YSL Tributes—but I didn’t get close enough to be really sure. Lauren was also fantastic in a navy blue ankle length gown with a jeweled brooch. I read somewhere that she designed it herself—but I guess there are also murmurings that her full time job of hating “Speidi” and propensity to sun bathe leave her little time to make an honest living. After twenty minutes or so, I overheard her saying she wasn’t feeling well and she ended up leaving the party early. Lo and co. followed soon after.
Chandra Wilson (Dr. Bailey on Grey’s Anatomy) was quite elegant in a black Tadashi Shoji halter gown. My co-worker and I appropriately gushed over her fantastic performance on the show and she genuinely thanked us. I think she might have been my favorite celebrity of the evening, mostly because she was so real in a room brimming with fake boobs, fake smiles and fake bravado.
Sandra Oh (Dr. Yang on Grey’s Anatomy) sauntered down the red carpet next, in an Oscar de la Renta black lace dress. But it was her sister, Grace Oh, that I actually met. She was beautiful too, in a classic Hollywood red gown and a red lip. They look exactly the same, and have very similar facial expressions, so it was pretty funny to talk to her. She was a little lost and looking for Sandra—eventually she went back in the party to retrieve her sibling. That girl was a riot.
The next celebrity will only be exciting to all those girls who were obsessed with NSYNC when they were 13—myself included. Joey Fatone (Who is the host of the new series “The Singing Office” that has debuted with less than stellar ratings—and not surprisingly in my opinion. Does anyone actually want to see their boss sing, “Like a Virgin” into a ruler? I didn’t think so) actually looked great in my opinion. Maybe the camera does put on twenty pounds.
The Office crew got there a little later. I actually bumped into BJ Novak (Ryan) as he was walking in my general direction (so maybe he bumped into me?)—which might have been a bit embarrassing if any thoughts besides “oh-my-god-that’s-BJ-Novak” were going through my head during the slow mo collision. I saw John Kransinski (Jim) next, which also was a highlight of the evening. He was as hot in person, as he is on television. Melora Hardin (Jan), Brian Baumgartner (Kevin), and Phyllis Smith (Phyllis) were also milling around. I really wanted to give Phyllis a hug because I think I’ve been conditioned to feel like that when I see her on the show. But I refrained—which was probably a good thing for my job.
Two actors from another show I’m obsessed with, Pushing Daisies, were also present and milling around. Lee Pace (The Pie Maker) was so adorable and there was no mistaking the signature voice of Kristin Chenoweth (Olive) who I know and love as Glenda the good witch in the Broadway show Wicked. Her dress was a fantastic white gown and she admitted to reporters that, “this isn’t my hair, or my eyelashes!” So honest!
There were a billion other celebs too: Kevin Spacey, Jaimie Fox, Jesse Spencer (Chase on House), Simon Rex (Entourage), Kyra Sedgwick (The Closer), Elijah Kelley (Hairspray) and The Bravery performed to an ecstatic crowd. And as good as they were, I think excessive amounts of alcohol had a lot to do with their excitement.
As the night came to a close, I couldn’t help but think that maybe being a celebrity wouldn’t be as fun as it seems. People were running up to Lauren Conrad and sticking cameras in her face even when she said no pictures. And she was sick! It seemed like a lot of them had to jump out of cars, back into cars, flash bulbs going off everywhere…it all just seemed so—fake and empty. And annoying. Therefore, I think I’ll stay anonymous for the time being. Thank you very much.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
My Dating Type...this is too funny.
The PrissDeliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLD) Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss. Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy. These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards. You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing. Your exact female opposite: The Playstation  Random Gentle Sex Master Always avoid: The Playboy (RGSM), The Loverboy (RGLM) Consider: The Manchild (RBLD) |
| Link: The Online Dating Persona Test | OkCupid - personals | Dating My profile name: : angelina85-85 |
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I'm Not a Zombie, Not Yet a Woman
After falling fast asleep at 8pm last night and not waking up until 7:30 this morning—I think I’m finally feeling less like a zombie. It was amazing. One second I was reading The Concise Guide to Magazine Marketing and the next minute my alarm was going off. I didn’t even hear my roommate come in. I think my body was telling me something…
I guess I still owe you guys LA or Bust: Part Two. I’ll work on that in a bit. First I want to share some observations on my new job at Anthropologie. Or “Anthro” as I’m supposed to call it now.
I started a few weeks ago. It’s a fun job, for the most part. I like the girls I’m working with. It’s fun to look through all the clothes and home stuff. The not so fun part is closing the store—which involves folding each and every piece of clothing and making sure EVERYTHING is perfect. It takes pretty much forever and a day. Unfortunately that is usually what I end up doing, due to the fact that I have a full time job during the day. There is also a whole different language I’m supposed to use while I’m working. Instead of using the ladies room, I use the “conference room.” If I see someone suspicious, I alert other associates by asking them to “help my friend Nick (or Nicky)” over the walkie. Everyone is so perky. It’s actually a little like working at Disney again. Overall, not a horrible place to pick up an extra four to five hundred a month. But I could see it getting old very fast.
I’m also almost done putting together my furniture. Before I fell asleep last night I almost finished my desk. After that, all I have to do is put together my dresser. I’m hoping I don’t ruin anything…
I guess I still owe you guys LA or Bust: Part Two. I’ll work on that in a bit. First I want to share some observations on my new job at Anthropologie. Or “Anthro” as I’m supposed to call it now.
I started a few weeks ago. It’s a fun job, for the most part. I like the girls I’m working with. It’s fun to look through all the clothes and home stuff. The not so fun part is closing the store—which involves folding each and every piece of clothing and making sure EVERYTHING is perfect. It takes pretty much forever and a day. Unfortunately that is usually what I end up doing, due to the fact that I have a full time job during the day. There is also a whole different language I’m supposed to use while I’m working. Instead of using the ladies room, I use the “conference room.” If I see someone suspicious, I alert other associates by asking them to “help my friend Nick (or Nicky)” over the walkie. Everyone is so perky. It’s actually a little like working at Disney again. Overall, not a horrible place to pick up an extra four to five hundred a month. But I could see it getting old very fast.
I’m also almost done putting together my furniture. Before I fell asleep last night I almost finished my desk. After that, all I have to do is put together my dresser. I’m hoping I don’t ruin anything…
Monday, October 6, 2008
Of Falafel and Moving Men
I think I’ve felt like breaking down and moving home more in the last two weeks than my entire time in New York combined.
First, the bed bugs have forced me out of my Upper East Side apartment and into a much roomier place in Williamsburg. It’s much nicer than my old building. I have a huge window, a roof, and I feel like I can actually breath without the floor squeaking. There is also a place that sells AMAZING falafel right down the street. While I am extremely thrilled to be out of my old apartment, the time leading up to the move can be best described as Hades. I couldn’t sleep because I felt like the bugs were crawling on me (they weren’t, but the mind can play extremely cruel tricks), my roommates were cold because I was moving out and they weren’t too hip on that idea (but, come on people…I’m not living with insects. I was paying 1500 a month for third world country conditions. No thank you.), and I was just…tired. Constantly tired. Incredibly tired. I couldn’t think right I was so tired. It took an entire weekend of sleep (and a manicure) to get me back to half way human.
On top of that, I’ve been sick. Which usually happens to me this time of year, but it was tragically horrible timing. It started the day I got back from LA. I started feeling a slight twinge in my throat and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. This rapidly escalated into a full-blown cold. It was disgusting.
So I’ve been feeling horrible. My head has been muddled. And I’ve been having to act like a grown up anyway.
Life sucks.
Well, until my Ikea furniture is put together anyway.
First, the bed bugs have forced me out of my Upper East Side apartment and into a much roomier place in Williamsburg. It’s much nicer than my old building. I have a huge window, a roof, and I feel like I can actually breath without the floor squeaking. There is also a place that sells AMAZING falafel right down the street. While I am extremely thrilled to be out of my old apartment, the time leading up to the move can be best described as Hades. I couldn’t sleep because I felt like the bugs were crawling on me (they weren’t, but the mind can play extremely cruel tricks), my roommates were cold because I was moving out and they weren’t too hip on that idea (but, come on people…I’m not living with insects. I was paying 1500 a month for third world country conditions. No thank you.), and I was just…tired. Constantly tired. Incredibly tired. I couldn’t think right I was so tired. It took an entire weekend of sleep (and a manicure) to get me back to half way human.
On top of that, I’ve been sick. Which usually happens to me this time of year, but it was tragically horrible timing. It started the day I got back from LA. I started feeling a slight twinge in my throat and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. This rapidly escalated into a full-blown cold. It was disgusting.
So I’ve been feeling horrible. My head has been muddled. And I’ve been having to act like a grown up anyway.
Life sucks.
Well, until my Ikea furniture is put together anyway.
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