December 2007
63 posts
Crap
I have to leave for the airport in about 17 hours, 10 of which will be devoted to sleeping, and I have not started packing yet. I am so screwed.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!!!
Sweeney Todd....
…was SO good. But (spoiler alert!) did they really have to make him slit his own wife’s throat at the end?? That was just….too sad. And couldn’t they have made him realize that it was his daughter he was looking at before he died? So he knew that he had at least gotten to see her again? GOD, the whole thing was so morbid. But I love Tim Burton.
Travels
My favorite astrologist, Susan Miller, said that 2007 would be a year of unprecedented travel for me. Looking back, that statement is uncannily true. In the past year, I’ve been to:
London
Cabo
Las Vegas
New Zealand
Buenos Aires (coming up in two days!)
Park City, Utah (last-minute snowboarding trip right after BA)
For me, at least, that’s a lot of travel for one year. ALSO,...
'Tis the Season
We’ve got Al Green singing “O Holy Night” on repeat right now, an open bottle of prosecco, a box of peppermint bark, and stomachs full of pasta. Christmas spirit is in full swing!
Today I....
Things I’ve done today: run 4 miles, buy doggy treats for Suz, buy gift wrap and tape, make a bank deposit, consider starting a shoe company, consider working on book, sign up for a knitting class so that I can make everyone monogrammed scarves for a fall gift next year, consider signing up for a jewelry-making class so that I can make my own bangles and vintage necklaces.
It’s...
Good Morning Baltimorrre!
“You can’t stop the beat!” David’s watching Hairspray in his room and I’m singing along.
Check!
I started off this weekend with a checklist that was about 14 items long. At this moment, at 10:15 on Sunday night, the only things I have left to do before I leave for Buenos Aires on Wednesday night are clean my apartment, pick up my dry-cleaning and laundry, and go to the bank. Three things to do in as many days. THAT is a good feeling.
PMS...??
I just got home from the movie theatre—I saw P.S. I Love You. It was cute. I cried several times. Also, I cried during the previews….every single one of them, in fact. Is this normal? Does anyone else cry during previews? I do it ALL THE TIME. There’s nothing that can get me more emotional than a good movie preview. This is weird, I know.
Be a Gentleman!
It just occured to me that chivalry is one of the biggest turn-ons. Many of my greatest boy memories involve little, unexpected moments of gentlemanly behavior.
H taking off his jacket in the middle of winter and putting it over my shoulders so that I would be a little less cold while he walked the rest of the way in a short-sleeved t-shirt.
A always insisting that I walk on the inside of the...
Boredom or Light
Is it possible to see someone you’ve known for a while in a completely new light just because of one simple, seemingly innocuous action? Like taking a coat off and throwing it over your legs on a freezing winter night? Or carelessly addressing you as “sweetness”, thereby inexplicably turning you on? Or maybe I’m just really, really bored.
Countdown!
I leave for Buenos Aires in exactly a week! We’re there for around ten days, but I’m out of the office for two weeks and two days. That’s the longest vacation I’ve taken since I’ve STARTED WORKING. I am beyond excited.
Cat Lady Conundrum (from the New York Times) →
By REBECCA SKLOOT Published: December 9, 2007
Here’s a little-known and slightly terrifying fact: According to estimates from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, more than 60 million people in the United States are infected with a parasite that may migrate into their brains and alter their behavior in a way that — among other things — may leave them more likely to be eaten by cats....
Sing-Off at Indochine
Just got home from the ELLE holiday party and dinner. The most surreal thing—we were at Indochine sitting at a long table right next to Carine Roitfeld’s table (at which Lily Donaldsen and Stavros Niarchos were also seated) and we started singing “happy birthday” to one of the fashion news assistants. As the song ended, Carine’s table broke out into an even louder,...
“No, you don’t get it. I’m totally into dating fake starving artists....”
– Faran in the cab on the way to the Guggenheim gala
Fame Game
I just did a Google search on my name to see what newspapers/websites/magazines have mentioned or linked to my ELLE blog lately and found out that I have a profile on famegame.com. It lists a couple of the events I’ve attended this year along with people I’m connected to. Weird. Did someone create this profile for me? How did they get the info? And why would they take the time to do...
Off the Wagon
I’m excited for my workout tomorrow morning. I tried to be good this weekend (i.e. tried not to stay out too late, drink too much, or smoke cigarettes) but it…didn’t really work. I failed miserably on the “being good” front. Time to get back on the wagon tomorrow.
Strange
I had a dream last night that involved nothing more than taking a walk with P, holding his hand. In the dream, right before I woke up, I laced my fingers through his, looked at him, and smiled.
This Made Me Miss L.A.
Top 5 Things I Love About Los Angeles by Fred Armisen 1. The Museum of Jurassic Technology in Culver City. I wish I could make my living room look like this place. Someday. There’s no place like it in the world. http://www.mjt.org 2. The Arclight Cinemas on Sunset. The seats are so comfortable and I love the little speech they give before each movie. http://www.arclightcinemas.com 3. In and Out...
“Life is too short.”
G'Nite
I just got home from the Young Collectors Council gala at the Guggenheim. It’s 12:23 a.m. and I have to be up in exactly six hours for an undoubtedly excruciating workout in which my trainer kicks my ass all over the gym.
This is why I (a) had half a glass of wine all night, (b) didn’t go to any after-parties, (c) left at 11:15. This isn’t a body makeover so much as it’s a...
“You’re a pill-popping alcoholic. No wonder you don’t need blow.”
– Sienna Miller as Katya in Interview
Happy!
My endorphins are out of control since Monday. Working out really, really hard is like a drug—once you get past the pain, it’s heaven. I can’t remember the last time I felt so unequivocally happy.
Self-Imposed Exile
Starting tomorrow, I am going to have all three meals delivered to me seven days a week by Nu-Kitchen PLUS working out six days a week—it’s for work. I’m doing a story on fitness and nutrition and acting as the guinea pig. No cooking, no restaurants, and very little alcohol for six weeks. I’ve never done anything like this before—I’m basically saying good-bye to...