I got carded on New Year’s Eve while buying a lotto ticket at a bodega. I’m thinking this is going to be a good year. I rarely make resolutions but I’m doing something different this year, so here they are:
- Meatless Mondays – Yep, I’m going all pescatarian maybe vegetarian for one day a week. I need to step my game up when it comes to nutrition. For those of you who don’t know me, I would rather have a steak and mashed potatoes than a slice of the best chocolate cake on earth. I ate no meat or poultry today so I think I can make it.
- More dinner, less take out – I live in New York fucking City, home to a shitload of fantastic Michelin-starred restaurants and I should take advantage of it. I will take advantage of it.
- Update ALL my blogs – I’m not going to lie, I own a plethora of websites. They all need to be revamped, especially this one.
- More maintenance, less laziness – I was never one of those girls who gushed over makeup or shoes. As I got older, I started paying more attention to my clothes, skin and hair. When I do my hair and makeup, and I dress nice, men do notice me…and that leads to…
- I want a boyfriend, dammit. – I have been single for a looooong time. Yes, it’s been two years months since my last relationship, but before that it was five years two years and before that it was seven years five years, so that means I’ve been single for 14 too many years. It’s been long overdue. I’m a nice person with the body of a 24 year old. It shouldn’t be this hard! I’m throwing caution to the wind by giving online dating one last chance. I know, I know, I hate dating websites but I have got to do this by any means necessary.
I am really digging New York City. I have already gone through the hazing: suffered riding a train with no a/c, waiting in a hot subway station for a delayed train and getting lost. So many of the restaurants and bars that I have heard of (Momofuku, d.b.a, Veselka) are around the apartment where I’m staying. And I’m not going to lie, the East Village is like and asian fantasyland for me. There are too many good-looking japanese, chinese and korean men here. In fact, there is a shitload of nerdy-sexy, dirty-sexy, and ugly-sexy men everywhere. My vajay-jay is going to spontaneously combust. If only I could stay here longer. Finding an apartment is the most difficult task especially when you can’t afford to live where you want to live. I’m trying to stay positive and concentrate on finding a place — damn, he is FINE, I gotta have me some of that, where’s the fire? I’m sorry, what was I saying?
I was in a mini-burger eating contest on Monday. I thought that since the grand prize money was $500 and I had nothing to loose. Besides, even if I didn’t win, I still get a free lunch! Of course I was the only woman in the contest. I was nervous and hungry. I ate nine burgers and felt like ass. There were 2 other guys who managed to scarf down eight burgers. I was happy I beat someone. The winner ate 14 burgers and proceeded to throw up in the bathroom before accepting the award. Instead of throwing up, I drank a few beers after the contest. Let’s face it, that was a free lunch as far as I’m concerned.
What a weekend! I had drinks at Gecko’s on Friday night. Then we went to this fabulous restaurant named Josephine’s for dinner. And I had to close the night at the Gin Mill. I baked a crap load of cookies for Manny and Leslie’s party on Saturday. There was enough food there to feed the nation! You haven’t lived until you have practiced eating a hot wing and drinking a beer while dancing to the Smiths. On Sunday, the Emmys were on, finally! I was soooooo happy for Sex and the City, the Sopranos, Malcolm in the Middle and for Will and Grace. I love those shows. I should have been packing and cleaning, since I am moving in exactly one week, but I am lazy. I also cooked up a storm, making meatloaf and a one dish chicken bake. I rule.
I am back from a refreshing trip to NY. I miss NY. My grandfather is in better spirits and is in a nice rehab home in Queens. He eats better than me! I hung out at Jimmy’s Bronx Cafe with my mom and uncle. We drank mojitos and stuffed ourselves with seafood. It was a good time. Then I came home to the hectic schedule of two jobs and no life. I did hit the bar with Tina and Dennis on Sunday night, but I was in bed by 11pm. By the way, I did get a place that is near me and the rent is way cheaper. I move in on November 10th.
I went to a dinner club thing on Friday at the Bowman Restaurant. It was fun and the food was fantastic. Then we headed downstairs to the comedy club and saw two great comedians. One of them actually came back to my friend’s house and partied with us. It was really cool. I got stood up for a date on Saturday. I called the Champ, because I figured he would have forgotten. He said he made plans with some of his friends. Whatever. He asked to call me back in five minutes because he was in a mall. That was the last I heard from him. Hopefully, he won’t try to email me with some lame excuse as to why he never called me back. I hate when guys say that they were busy and all this lame ass shit. The fact of the matter is, I am obviously not an important factor in their life to take five minutes of their time for a phone call. To put it bluntly, just tell me you’re not interested and move on.
Friday did not go so well. I lost my credit card, so the day of beauty never happened. Cirque du Soleil was awesome. They had these girls that could not have been 13 years old with their bodies contortioned in some wacky positions. My bones ached just looking at them. Dinner at Marrakesh in DC was delish. We got a seven course meal and they had a belly dancer that was cool. Sunday was uneventful, except that I did find my credit card under a stack of bills I was planning on paying. Go figure. I did make some chicken with pineapple and corn salsa. That was excellent.
Jeff and I were planning on watching the fight this weekend, but we were butt tired after eating dinner at Kisling’s. It sucks when people cancel parties at the last minute. I hate that. I am glad we didn’t pay for it, because I would have been pissed after that russian dumb ass walked off in the third round. On Saturday I stuffed myself with some pizza from Matthew’s Pizzeria and then we jetted to the cheapie theater to see The Patriot. It was an okay movie. I still have not decided on a Halloween costume. I think I will go as Mystique, from the X-Men movie, imitating Shenae. That is a good one. I could always go as the got milk girl, even though I hate milk.
Sorry, I have been busy these last few days. My bad. After cooking a wonderful meal complete with grilled salmon with mustard dill sauce, sautéed mushrooms and yellow rice, Jeff and I saw the Blair Witch Project. Oh my Lord, was that shit scary. Just the fact that you cannot see what is chasing after them creeps the shit out of me. Yes I had nightmares, and I am a wimp. On Saturday, we hit a party thrown by a dogwalker that was sweet. I was knee deep in alcohol and beef. It was divine. Then we headed to the Fell’s Point Festival and I double-fisted the Nut Brown along with the Magic Hat Number 9. After walking off the beer, I saw the movie Pi. Excellent selection. I have to get the soundtrack. The movie was phat, and it wasn’t all about the math, it was about how wacked a person can get after you discover the truth, whatever truth that may be. On Sunday, I screamed my ass off on this Mouse ride at Hershey Park. People, don’t let looks fool you. This ride looked small, the dips didn’t look as scary and it didn’t look like it was fast. Oh no, it was all that and then some. I screamed for my mommy so hard my stomach hurt. Forget about the Lightening Racer, the Great Bear or the Wildcat, the Mouse ride was friggin’ scary.