November 2007
51 posts
Me: Tins, your boyfriend is so communicative!
Tina: Well, he studied sociology in college--he wanted to become a sociologist.
Me: Wow! Um...wait, what exactly do sociologists do, again?
Tina: [pauses] I don't know.
Awoken
Have you ever had a sudden epiphany? It happened to me this morning. I woke up (literally and figuratively) and thought, “What the fuck have I been doing??”
DR: I still can't believe you ate sixteen of those chicken nuggets.
Me: Well, it's not like they were McDonald's. They were organic! And anyway, they were little.
DR: There were SIXTEEN of them!!!!
Oy.
AL: But he was cute!
Me: Eh. I guess. I wasn't really into him.
AL: Why not? You can't tell me you didn't think he was cute.
Me: I don't know. He was cute. But he kind of reminded me a little of Brandon Davis--which was not so cute.
AL: You're telling me that you didn't give him your number because, in some indecipherable, vague, undefined way, he reminded you of a person you've never met??
Me: Um...
AL: God help you.
“People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes,...”
– Andy Warhol
Faith (Belief that is not Based on Proof)
I was reading the December issue of Vogue when I happened upon these lines in an FOB article: “Speaking of marriage, as I write, a German politician named Gabriele Pauli is advocating that her country adopt a law determining that all marriages automatically expire after seven years. If you like, renew your contract then, she says, or just let it slip away.”
I’m so confused. One...
Cheated!
I just realized that I didn’t have gravy last night! No gravy for the turkey or the sausage stuffing! They didn’t offer it! And now I feel like I didn’t even have Thanksgiving dinner!!!
OMG, I am PISSED.
Thanksgiving Dinner!
We’re having dinner at a restaurant called 212 on the Upper East Side. I have to admit, while I’m truly excited about spending the holiday with a group of friends, I woke up wondering why I hadn’t just offered to cook the feast at my apartment and have everyone over. It just seems more…Thanksgiving-ish to cook at home.
And then I read 212’s Thanksgiving menu online...
“Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.”
– John Grady Cole quoting his father in All the Pretty Horses
I'm Thankful For...
It’s Thanksgiving Eve—the night before my favorite holiday. That usually involves going out until the sun comes up to celebrate no work on a Thursday, but this year, I’m staying in with a hot cup of cocoa from City Bakery (best hot chocolate in Manhattan), a pile of unread magazines (Gourmet, Bon Appetit, Glamour, TeenVogue, Food & Wine, Martha Stewart Living), and some...
“I’ve been here a million times before.”
Mashed Potatoes Serve Up a Memory
I was reading the New York Times today and came upon an entire section devoted to Thanksgiving. One of the articles was about making the perfect bowl of mashed potatoes and it’s introduction read, “It is easy to forget that a plain bowl of smooth, simple mashed potatoes, a cornerstone of the Thanksgiving meal, can be both easy and celestial.” It reminded me of something.
Mashed...
Tina: Did you just wake up?
Me: No, I've been up for a couple of hours now.
Tina: What've you been doing? Rethinking life?
Me: I'm not THAT hungover.
Interesting
An old fling that picked up and moved back to his hometown in Austin last spring called me at 3:15 in the morning last night (he was jetlagged from having just gotten back to America from a month spent surfing in Indonesia and assumed, since it was Friday night, that I would just be getting home from a night out—he was wrong) to tell me that he’s moving back to New York to work for...
“I’m having dinner with the rest of the New York City orphans on...”
– Me
Progress!
Just got home from dinner at El Cocotero with Jessica and Kathleen—from a list of approximately fifteen possible winter destinations, we’ve narrowed it down to exactly three: Buenos Aires, Tel Aviv, and Prague/Budapest. We’re all assigned one city to do a little more research on before we make our final decision and BOOK FLIGHTS! My city is Tel Aviv. Any insight would be great.
If it Could be Anybody...
I heard an interesting question posed today: If you had to marry someone tomorrow, out of everyone from the past or present, who would it be?
My answer, when I finally came up with the truthful one, surprised me. It wasn’t actually who I automatically thought of when I heard the question. And that made me wonder: Do people sometimes hold onto the last thing they knew simply because they...
Baby, We'll Be Fine
Even though we can’t see eye to eye. Even though I have NO IDEA what’s going on with you and you have no idea what’s going on with me. It’s all going to be okay. I’m walking away. It’s the best thing to do, all things considered. And now, we’ll be fine. Let’s reconvene in a couple of years, no? We’ll grow up a little, learn a lot. See you then....
Here is the Secret that Nobody Knows
What I want from you: Everything.
What I want to give to you: Everything.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
Poetry Underground
I was on the C train and saw this poem posted as part of the “Poetry in Motion” series that Barnes & Noble does. To be honest, I don’t always like those poems because they seem really…elementary. But I loved this one called Wilderness by Lorine Niedecker:
You are the man
You are my other country
and I find it hard going.
You are the prickly pear
You are the sudden...
“Is Wednesday the new Thursday?”
– Jessica Karcher
“I love you. That’s all.”
I'm kind of in love with Patrick Moberg. →
This is the cutest, most un-New-York thing I’ve seen….ever. It reminds me of the way I was about love back in high school—that is, totally unguarded, carelessly romantic, and unafraid. I MISS THAT!!!
Don’t you?
Real Life
Me: On paper, we're perfect together. Actually, we're totally perfect together, period. Except we can't seem to get our shit together in real life.
MP: Why is that?
Me: Well, for starters, I don't think he sees how perfect I am for him.
MP: How do you know that?
Me: If he realized it, wouldn't he be making some kind of major effort to have me in his life?
MP: Well you realize it, right? And are you making any kind of effort at all to have him in your life?
Me: No.
MP: Exactly. In fact, you're probably doing the exact opposite. Right?
Me: Probably.
MP: So maybe it's about time you told him how you really feel. You can't shoot a guy down time and time again in order to protect yourself and then expect some kind of miracle. This isn't Pretty Woman. Richard Gere isn't coming to your window on the roof of a limo waving flowers in the air. This is real life. And in real life, you've got to put yourself on the line sometimes.
Home on a Saturday Night
It’s 11:36 on Saturday night and I am so happy to be home right now. I’m on a full stomach (lots of ropa vieja and some Argentinian red wine with old friends) and it’s time to curl up in David’s bed, watch this week’s Grey’s Anatomy on TiVo, and fall asleep early.
Good night, y’all.
“The best things I’ve ever done have come from dreams.”
– Karl Lagerfeld in Lagerfeld Confidential
Questions
At what point, exactly, do you give up on someone? The first time he disappoints you? The second? The fifth? How long do you give a person to come around and see the obvious?
I didn’t think that disappointment was even a possibility with him anymore. I surprised myself last night.
In my head, the only thing I can think is, “Why do I still believe in him? I can’t believe...
Greenwich Avenue
When I first moved into Manhattan, I lived with a boyfriend on Greenwich Avenue and West 10th. Although I knew it was over long before it actually ended (so much so that when I finally moved out, I thought that the neighborhood would always bring back a feeling of entrapment and suffocation), I still love to wander the streets and visit my old haunts once in a while. For some reason I can’t...
“If you don’t want the dragon to get any bigger, you probably...”
– Me
Halloween 2007: Fairy from the Future. Here to...
David: But what exactly are you? An insane asylum escapee with a thing for horticulture??
Me: NO, DAVID. I'm a fairy from the future. Duh.
David: Um. I'm not sure that people are going to get it. And by the way, that's the sluttiest fairy anyone's ever seen.
Me: It's Halloween. That's the point.