December 6, 2009

Is it rude to move someone's wet laundry so you can use the washer?

It’s happened to me before.  And I have to say, when I saw my Vickies askew for the world to see - I wasn’t tickled pink.

But honestly - I’m midway through my novel “East of Eden” and ticking off the minutes in our apartment building’s laundry room.  There is not one, but two complete wash loads flashing an abominable “0”.  So I meekly inquire with the guy folding his boxers, as to whether or not the laundry is his.  Since it isn’t, I ask if it’s rude of me to move it into the laundry baskets so I can start my own.  He agrees wholeheartedly.  So, it’s justified.

I just can’t sit around all Sunday morning waiting for other people to collect their skivvies.  Especially when my afternoon consists of a Brooklyn Brunch date and vintage shopping in Williamsburg.

I’m really envisioning those Oxfords.

December 5, 2009

Sometimes I think, "wow - it would be so awesome to get a mass employee discount at some of my favorite stores. Say, Club Monaco & Anthropologie." And then I'm like, "wait - remember that time you worked at Abercrombie & Fitch in high school and you developed the most literal loathing of retail imaginable? and remember how everyone was so bored that they smoked weed in the stock room? yeah, it was that bad." And then I'm like, "nah, that's what fat bonuses are for".

7-mile run in Central Park this am. Someone said snow? Bring it.

December 4, 2009

So far, all I want for Christmas is...

…vintage Oxfords…a replacement 2 inch CHI (BURN HAIR, BURN!) and a Classic Quilted Chanel…(though I AM loving Coco Cocoon)

Really, that’s ALL!

ASIAN TOFU MEATBALLS WITH EDAMAME & RICE. When I try something amazing while dining out, I try to think of ways to recreate it at home.  This is exactly what I did after a lunch at RICE in DUMBO.  First off, sriracha dominates ketchup and could make dirt delicious.  It’s a permanent condiment fixture in my apartment.  Tofu is so versatile and easy to cook.  It captures the flavor of whatever you pair with it.  I don’t want to hear that crap about not liking the soft texture of tofu.  People, buy it extra firm.  I made these Asian infused tofu meatballs and baked them for 30 minutes.  I’d be willing to put them up against the REAL thing.  They were THAT good.  I love the thai black rice you can occasionally find in restaurants, but replaced it with wild rice that tasted good as well.  Add a little edamame, soy sauce, and aforementioned sriracha, and you have a tasty, healthy dinner that sits well overnight for work lunch the next day!

ASIAN TOFU MEATBALLS WITH EDAMAME & RICE.

When I try something amazing while dining out, I try to think of ways to recreate it at home.  This is exactly what I did after a lunch at RICE in DUMBO.  First off, sriracha dominates ketchup and could make dirt delicious.  It’s a permanent condiment fixture in my apartment. 

Tofu is so versatile and easy to cook.  It captures the flavor of whatever you pair with it.  I don’t want to hear that crap about not liking the soft texture of tofu.  People, buy it extra firm.  I made these Asian infused tofu meatballs and baked them for 30 minutes.  I’d be willing to put them up against the REAL thing.  They were THAT good.  I love the thai black rice you can occasionally find in restaurants, but replaced it with wild rice that tasted good as well.  Add a little edamame, soy sauce, and aforementioned sriracha, and you have a tasty, healthy dinner that sits well overnight for work lunch the next day!

So many weirdos, so little time.

Yesterday on the F train platform, a large bum approached my personal space:

Bum: “We can live together”.

Me: “Obviously”.

Bum: “I’ll protect you”.

Me: *Sticking earbuds in my ear*

Bum: “From the lesbians.  There are alot of lesbians in this neighborhood”.

Today on the F train platform, a normal looking black woman said to me:

“Lookin’ goooood, girl”.

Interesting chain of events…

December 3, 2009
The upcoming Holiday parties are fun practice for the Queenie of all parties, which is of course - NYE.  With so many soirees, you could always have too few frocks.  I present to you, my selection of personal favorites.  And let me start by saying, that if you are NOT seen wearing SOME form of sparkle this year, well - you just aren’t in vogue.  Not to be confused with the sparkle I went wild with back in 2001.  And you should know this: stick-on crystals at the corners of your eyes are ridiculous unless you’re GaGa.  ESPECIALLY if your New Years shindig involves coozies and keg stands.Alice + Olivia - Sequin Dress w/ Keyhole Back - $495Marchesa - Crinkle Beaded Waist Dress - $2,9503.1 Phillip Lim - Open Back Sequin Dress - $975Alice + Olivia - Bustier Dress w/ Sculptural Skirt - $462 (is much more stunning & comes in winter white)

The upcoming Holiday parties are fun practice for the Queenie of all parties, which is of course - NYE.  With so many soirees, you could always have too few frocks.  I present to you, my selection of personal favorites.  And let me start by saying, that if you are NOT seen wearing SOME form of sparkle this year, well - you just aren’t in vogue. 

Not to be confused with the sparkle I went wild with back in 2001.  And you should know this: stick-on crystals at the corners of your eyes are ridiculous unless you’re GaGa.  ESPECIALLY if your New Years shindig involves coozies and keg stands.

Alice + Olivia - Sequin Dress w/ Keyhole Back - $495
Marchesa - Crinkle Beaded Waist Dress - $2,950
3.1 Phillip Lim - Open Back Sequin Dress - $975
Alice + Olivia - Bustier Dress w/ Sculptural Skirt - $462 (is much more stunning & comes in winter white)

Nip, Stick, Suck, Tuck.

When my girlfriend said she couldn’t make it out for birthday drinks, I was disappointed but understanding.  When I discovered the reason for being missing in action, I was surprised to say the least.

My friend had a little taken off the top - of her nose.  Recovery lasted the weekend and she is back at work this morning, and only swollen enough for a coworker to inquire whether or not she’d had botox.

Cosmetic surgery makes me giddy and nervous.  Naturally, there are things about myself I envision touching up.  But, the idea of going under and coming up differently, or the fear of not coming back at all is what scares me the most. 

I guess I’m just too much of a scaredy cat to undergo injections and have foreign fluids circulating beneath my skin. 

One of the wildest stories I can recall, is of an acquaintance whose parents promised a new pair on the condition that she made straight A’s.  She returned the following semester with an abnormally large set, and presumably a pristine report card. 

I personally feel that breast implants in particular give the illusion of and are sometimes a physical precursor to a larger physique and weight gain. 

So for now, I’ll stick to the real thing and oogle over my girlfriends who are bold enough to alter more than their ego.

November 30, 2009
I can think of nothing more lovely than a festive girl-group date to the Season Premier of “Hansel and Gretel” at the Met! And so, via frantic gchat coordination we all 5 purchased our tickets for a night of Upper West Side snobbery, complete with hot chocolate martinis and a TBD dinner with my gossip girls gone wild.

I can think of nothing more lovely than a festive girl-group date to the Season Premier of “Hansel and Gretel” at the Met!

And so, via frantic gchat coordination we all 5 purchased our tickets for a night of Upper West Side snobbery, complete with hot chocolate martinis and a TBD dinner with my gossip girls gone wild.

At first I was excited at the prospect of having a dog for the weekend.  I’ve wanted a pair of twin Doberman Pinschers for as long as I can remember.  I even picked out their names at age 13: Harlequin and Hercules.  Then I wanted a Frenchy, until I realized that every Peter, Paul and Mary in New York has one.  Then I wanted a Pug, because a snort is endearing.

Then Teddy came into my life for a weekend of hell on earth.  A little long-haired dachshund with sappy eyes.  Red all over except for black-tipped ears.  Dog-sitters should be paid more than baby-sitters.  Taking it out in the freezing cold.  Having to put up with his desperately tragic barking at every dog, squirrel and old person.  Having notes left on my apartment door and virtually every neighbor in the building HATING apartment 4H. 

The day I get a dog will be the cold day in hell when I lose every ounce of selfishness in my being.  I.E. Never.

November 27, 2009

Saw "Coco Before Chanel" tonight uptown at the Paris Theatre. Absolute must see if you have any interest at all in Parisian fashion, love-triangles, and masterful imagry of the French countryside.

An early birthday gift from my loving sister.  While distracted by a cream, quilted Chanel, she snuck to purchase - much to my surprise and delight.  I fell in love with Creed “Love In Black” last Spring when I stumbled upon the incredibly unique scent in BG.  Inspired by Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, the scent’s notes include Greek wildflowers, Violet, Virginia cedar, Iris from Firenze, Clove, Tonkin musk, Violet from Grasse, Bourgogne blackcurrant, & Rose.  What interests me most about the House of Creed is that it’s still family-owned.  In a world of price-inflated, mass-scraping, heavyweight brands, it’s comforting to find such a rare treat.

An early birthday gift from my loving sister.  While distracted by a cream, quilted Chanel, she snuck to purchase - much to my surprise and delight.  I fell in love with Creed “Love In Black” last Spring when I stumbled upon the incredibly unique scent in BG.  Inspired by Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, the scent’s notes include Greek wildflowers, Violet, Virginia cedar, Iris from Firenze, Clove, Tonkin musk, Violet from Grasse, Bourgogne blackcurrant, & Rose.  What interests me most about the House of Creed is that it’s still family-owned.  In a world of price-inflated, mass-scraping, heavyweight brands, it’s comforting to find such a rare treat.

November 26, 2009
Stopped long enough on my run from LES to UWS to snag a shot of Santa and the Believe balloons at the end of the Macy’s parade.  Then finished my run with a much larger grin than usual…

Stopped long enough on my run from LES to UWS to snag a shot of Santa and the Believe balloons at the end of the Macy’s parade.  Then finished my run with a much larger grin than usual…

November 25, 2009
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DIPLO + SANTOGOLD / B52’s - MESOPOTAMIA

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Finally got around to making those French Macarons.  Though they aren’t nearly as curvaceous-ly smooth as the OG I tried to mock, I’m damned proud of myself.  Cooking & baking gives me great pleasure and I love trying new things.  Macarons are hard as hell and I was working with a stormy night sky.  (Some say not to tango with a meringue unless you’re working with blue skies) I don’t mind licking chocolate ganache from my finger tips and dancing around in my kitchen to David Bowie when I ran a shmeazy 3 miles the night before.  Our Team In Training practices are in full affect and I’ve met a quality running conversationalist at both so far.  And since I led the pack through the park with our training instructor, I enjoyed getting to know her as well. It nearly destroys me that I’m not home with my family for Thanksgiving this year.  And it’s not that I don’t enjoy the Macy’s parade.  But after last year’s catered Central Park West apartment party, I’d say I’ve had my fill.  This year, I’m volunteering to serve the homeless Thanksgiving dinner at Calvary-St. George’s Church and thus have to be up bright and early.  Therefore, I bid you goodnight!

Finally got around to making those French Macarons.  Though they aren’t nearly as curvaceous-ly smooth as the OG I tried to mock, I’m damned proud of myself.  Cooking & baking gives me great pleasure and I love trying new things.  Macarons are hard as hell and I was working with a stormy night sky.  (Some say not to tango with a meringue unless you’re working with blue skies)

I don’t mind licking chocolate ganache from my finger tips and dancing around in my kitchen to David Bowie when I ran a shmeazy 3 miles the night before.  Our Team In Training practices are in full affect and I’ve met a quality running conversationalist at both so far.  And since I led the pack through the park with our training instructor, I enjoyed getting to know her as well.

It nearly destroys me that I’m not home with my family for Thanksgiving this year.  And it’s not that I don’t enjoy the Macy’s parade.  But after last year’s catered Central Park West apartment party, I’d say I’ve had my fill.  This year, I’m volunteering to serve the homeless Thanksgiving dinner at Calvary-St. George’s Church and thus have to be up bright and early.  Therefore, I bid you goodnight!