Sunday, January 15, 2012

This is why I love New York.

Spotted at Banshee Pub on 1st Ave. Man, I love this city.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

See ya, 2011. It's been real.

I am exhausted. 2011 has worn me out. I was sick for 3 weeks after Thanksgiving, then had the craziness of my birthday, getting ready for Christmas, traveling to Minnesota for a quick 6 days with my family, and now I'm back in New York to close out the year. I've been going to bed at 9 p.m. this week because I am just. so. tired.

I'm heading out tonight to dinner and a New Year's party at Chelsea Loft with some good friends from college that I haven't seen in a while (one is visiting from Denmark!). I'm excited to get out and have a good time and dance and drink and celebrate tonight! It's been too long since I've had a good night out. I had to take it easy on my birthday since I was still kind of sick, so this is long overdue.

Anyway, like everyone else on the internet (and in the world), I am making some New Year's resolutions. Maybe I'll check in on these throughout the year and let you know how I'm doing... maybe I'll forget about all of these by next week... We'll see. Cross your fingers for me.

Resolutions for 2012:
  1. Health:
    • Refine Method 1x per week. I bought a 10-class pass and have yet to go more than once.
    • Actually go to yoga once a month, even just a free class at Lululemon or Athleta.
    • Join a summer sports league in Central Park. I'm thinking it will be a perfect summer for kickball after graduation in May.
    • 90-second plank and side-plank by next year. I can do a 40-second forearm plank now, but it nearly kills me. This move is the bane of my fitness existence.
    • 80 ounces of water per day.
  2. 2012 Reading List. I fell a little short on my pleasure reading goals this year, and I have a lot of books to cover in 2012!
  3. Set (and follow!) a personal budget. I use intermittently, but I'm determined to actually check in every day or every other day and meet my financial goals. I have to start paying back student loans this year, which means I have to start setting aside some of my shoe and beer money to reserve for those loan payments...
    • This will also mean following a grocery budget more carefully--making weekly meal plans, bringing my lunch to work, eating out less, and only buying the food items that I actually need for the week... not the Cheez-its, wine, and chocolate ice cream that somehow make it into my cart sometimes...
    • I'm toying around with the idea of a one-month shopping ban. I'm not ready to commit to this yet, but we'll see.
  4. Rock my Master's Capstone this spring. I am determined to not procrastinate and really come up with a viable (and awesome) business plan for my final project in my final semester of grad school.
  5. Career:
    • Dress better for work. Even when I'm tired. This may involve actually planning out outfits the night before and getting up a little earlier in the morning.
    • Keep my résumé up to date.
    • Attend 4 professional events this year with NYWICI and YPG. (I only got to 2 events this last year).
  6. Organize:
    • Actually use my file cabinet to organize important documents, bills, etc. and organize receipts (they are currently stuffed in a drawer with no system whatsoever).
    • Clean out my closet in January, June, and October. Get rid of things that haven't been worn. Re-assess organization. Find a home for all the junk that is just sitting in the bottom of my closet...
    • Take all items that need to be fixed/hemmed, etc. to the tailor and take shoes/purse to be fixed to the cobbler. These have all been sitting in my closet taking up space, being unwearable, for at least 4-8 months now... Time to move.
  7. Host brunch 1x, cocktail party 1x, dinner 1x for friends. I love playing Martha Stewart and having people over, but I never seem to find time to do it! This year, I want to make this happen. I am having my first cocktail party this year (dates & evites TK).
That's enough. Like I said, we'll see. I feel like I always make these goals in some form or another, but I've never written them down so specifically. I think that should help.

I'm off to get ready for the evening and maybe get some work done before then. Happy New Year to all! Here's to a fantastic night (and 2012) of good friends, good drinks, and of course, glitter!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Goodbye, MacBook Pro-1.

Last Thursday at 3 a.m., I woke up with a 103 degree fever. I could barely swallow and basically wanted to die. I put off going to the doctor until Friday afternoon because I was pretty sure I had strep and figured that nothing the doctor would do would change that, but after maintaining that 103 degree fever for nearly 48 hours, I had to call it.

Yep, strep. Really, really, really bad strep. I've been given 10 days of antibiotics. (I am now on Day 6, by the way, but haven't gotten around to writing this until now...)

I spent the weekend in complete misery and was sicker than I think I have ever been as an adult. The good news is that the antibiotics kicked in by Sunday, and by Monday, I was able to at least put on pants that don't have a drawstring and drag myself into my cubicle. The bad news is that we, again, had Sales Conference this week at work, and I am now completely exhausted after being sick, and then returning to a week of back-to-back meetings.

To make myself feel better, I just bit the bullet and ordered a new 13-inch MacBook Pro, 2.4 GHz processor. My almost-6-year-old ORIGINAL MacBook Pro is on its last legs. I can't believe it has made it even this far. It's been a good 5 1/2 years, but it's time for this old jalopy to retire. (Does anyone else say "jalopy" ever? My mom says "jalopy.")

[this new, shiny goodie will be waiting for me at my parents' house next week]

My original, Gen-1 MacBook Pro has been with my since May 2006, a high school graduation gift from my parents. MacBook Pro had just released to the world at the end of January 2006, and I felt like the coolest kid on the block with my (then) hip technology. I made three different photo slideshow DVDs (most likely set to the Goo Goo Dolls or Matchbox Twenty) for my graduation party in June and thought that that was completely cutting-edge...

And, now, once I transfer all my docs, photos, and music next week, this ol' MacBook Pro is going to spend the rest of its days gathering dust in a Michael Kors shoebox in my closet at my parents' house. (No lie, that's where my last computer, the original "Blueberry" iBook clamshell still slumbers... I should really snap a picture of that when I'm home...) 

So without further ado:

An Ode to MacBook Pro-1

Dear MacBook Pro-1, do you remember when my roommate from Long Island spilled beer on your poor keyboard freshmen year?

Do you remember all the terrible Photo Booth pictures? Especially the ones of my terrible long-ish side bangs sophomore year?

Do you remember when you crashed during finals in May freshmen year, and I cried in front of you at the Apple store at Pentagon City? Damn Limewire.

What about that time when one of my roommates dropped her Diamond Board* on you? I still loved you, despite your dented exterior.

You were with me through some of the most terrible all-nighters in Gelman, down to the finish line, helping me crank out 15-page papers on the theories of Roman Jakobson or the themes of anxiety in Sartre, bringing me the joyful distractions of Facebook and YouTube and Pandora.

You kept your cool.

Until your fan and mother board and everything else started to go.

How did you get so good at cropping ex-boyfriends out of photos in iPhoto? You must have had a bad break-up in a past life.

Thank you for all the hours of staring patiently back at me as I tried to move the cursor across the screen and get these words out of my brain and onto the page. Thank you for not critiquing my clumsy metaphors in early drafts or lack of capitalization in virtually every single one of my poems.

Thank you for persevering. Thank you for accompanying me through college (and almost all the way through grad school!).

Do you remember when you crashed for the second time my junior year? When, it wasn't really your fault, but you lost every single last file/photo/mp3/short story/essay/poem off your silly little hard drive?

Yeah, I cried at the Apple store again that time. But, no, no, that wasn't your fault. It was mine. I was a bad mother, neglecting your hard drive and ignoring your memory issues.

I'll be better this time. I've learned.

Dear MacBook Pro-1, it's been real.

And bless you if you actually read all that. 

Tomorrow's my birthday. I may or may not wear something glittery to work.

*Diamond Boards are my sorority's version of a paddle... excerpt ours are literally diamond-shaped. And totally dangerous when dropped from a certain height!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Happy birthday to me.

It's my birthday next week, and I'll be celebrating in style with the besties. And glitter.

[matching flats + purse from J.Crew for a little birthday present to myself]

Better yet, they were on sale.

[Guess heels]

I got these heels a few weeks ago with New Year's Eve in mind, but now I'm debating. I might return them and just wear the flats for New Year's. If I'm gonna be dancing the night away, do I really want to be toppling over in 4-inch heels? Maybe. Depends how much champagne there is.

God, I love glitter.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

How I didn't die on Halloween.

The week of Halloween, I got a strange package from FedEx. I thought, Strange. Since I never ship anything to my apartment. I have everything delivered to work. I went to the FedEx store on Halloween to pick it up and picked up a 12x12, large box, with just a return address from downtown Manhattan on it, but no name.

I started opening the box in the FedEx store because I thought it must have been a mistake and I would give it back to return to sender. But then, in the mounds of packaging peanuts, I came across three, black plastic roses. Err. I dug a little more and found two red Mardi Gras-style masquerade masks. Um. 

That's when logical thought took over:

Shit. I have a stalker.

But I'm so careful. How could I have a stalker? How could someone get my address? This is why I shouldn't live alone.

I decided I couldn't return the box to the sender because I might need it as evidence when I went to the police to tell them about my stalker and why I was going to get killed in my sleep, so I took the box and started walking home without finding out the rest of the contents. (I could feel it was something heavy, but at least it didn't smell like a dead animal or something...)

My heart was pounding as I was walking home. I was thinking about throwing that box in every garbage can I passed, or going home and packing up my kitties and hopping on the first train out of the city, or you know, that I was going to get murdered in my sleep.

But I also thought, There has to be a reasonable explanation.

At home, I was brave enough to continue digging through the packaging peanuts, all the while thinking that they were laced with Anthrax or another equally disagreeable poison. And then I found three large, black candles.

And two very nice, low ball glass tumblers.

And two glass coasters.

And then, a martini shaker.

Holy shit. I have a STALKER who wants to get me drunk!

And just then, when I thought for sure that someone must have hacked one of the countless online dating profiles that I have created and abandoned after 3 hours...

I found a teeny, tiny business card tucked in the cardboard in the bottom of the box.

I had entered a Facebook giveaway and completely forgot about it. Oops.

But, way to go, Patron, I thought you were a psycho stalker trying to seduce/kill me! Try a return label next time!

(Not that I don't appreciate the gift).

I left this comment on the Facebook page to express my sentiments. Patron never got back to me.

In short, I actually won a giveaway for once! And I didn't even have to die.

P.S. I wish I would have taken pictures of this whole process, but unfortunately, I was too busy thinking I was going to die. And then, I was so mad at Patron that I actually threw away the masks, the candles, and the plastic roses... but I clearly kept the glasses and shaker. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

La Rentrée

"Here in France, early September is known as la rentrée, and it’s a Big Deal. It’s when everything picks up again after the two month break that is summer holiday season – and as the French like to holiday en masse in July and August, it makes it well nigh impossible to get anything done until September. So now we’re all getting back to work, the children are going back to school with smart hair cuts, shiny shoes and new satchels..." --The Languedoc Review
La rentrée is not just for the French. La rentrée right here in NYC kicked my butt this fall. I have spent the last two months in back-to-school mode, all the way through midterms and one of the busiest seasons at work. I have no energy to blog or read or think or do anything besides sit on my couch and lazily flip through magazines on my days off from work when I found myself without a school project/paper/reading assignment to do.

And now that it's almost Thanksgiving, which leads to the holiday slide into my birthday, Christmas, and New Year's Eve, before January (another heinously busy time in the publishing world), I think it's about time I re-enter the blogosphere.

Because I freaking love the holidays. And I need to share these things with others.

My parents will be arriving at my teensy-tiny NYC apartment in about 20 minutes, and everything is sparkling clean, the fridge is packed, and the world's naughtiest kitties are currently taking a nap. It's just me and my parents for Thanksgiving this year, but I am so excited! It should be terribly relaxing for once, since I've left our schedules pretty wide open for food, shopping, and napping this weekend.

[the packed fridge - note, most importantly, packed with wine, cheese, turkey, and Snickers icebox pie from Magnolia]

I'm more than ready for a little holiday cheer. Operation Thanksgiving Dinner in the World's Smallest Kitchen 2.0 is a go!

[Hammie can't figure out what these lights are for]

Friday, September 9, 2011

Friday's five things: Back to school edition.

I started my fall classes on Wednesday. I have class on Wednesday and Thursday evenings. I am so close to being done! After my two classes this semester, I only have my capstone [!] left. I can't believe it! I am 9 months away from having my Master's!

[Iced coffee + whole wheat everything bagel with light lox spread... so I can pretend it's healthy]

I got home early, early Tuesday morning and have been exhausted all week, but somehow managed to drag myself out of bed this morning to stop by H&H Midtown Bagels, a guaranteed good start to my day.

[Bracelets by Jessica Simpson, Betsey Johnson, and Fossil, all from Macy's. Watch by Michael Kors]

My mom bought me these three bracelets this past weekend. I'm finally taking part in the stacking bracelets trend... I loved wearing them to work/class this week because I seriously jingle the whole day with the Betsey Johnson charms. It reminds me of how much fun I had this weekend! And how much I love it when my mom buys me nice little treats...

[Hammie loves helping with my photos]

The kitties were happy to see me after the long weekend. I'm looking forward to spending some time with them tomorrow and Sunday. I need some down time, and they need some Mommy time.

[My new desk]

This was actually my cheap desk from Amazon, but my wonderful Martha Stewart of an Aunt Diane took it home, sanded, and stained it for me. She dropped it off in my apartment while I was gone, so I came home to find this beautiful surprise waiting for me. Now this weekend I need to reorganize all the junk that goes in/on my desk...

Finally, this one is self-explanatory. After hurricanes and storms, then crappy weather all this week, it is finally nice out. And I'm going out tonight in this lovely nice weather!

TGIF, everyone! Enjoy this beautiful evening!