tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60083222151465162542024-03-13T09:28:50.614-07:00The Adventures Of KristineKristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-19178607044540015222008-10-09T08:11:00.000-07:002008-10-09T08:14:44.782-07:00Moving Right Along...Sorry to say, but I am abandoning this blog. I am bored with the layout and the fact that there is no creative flexibility. I just set up a new one on wordpress, here is the link, so go go go! Read!<br /><br /><br />http://theadventuresofkristine.wordpress.com/<br /><br />As you can see, it's going to be the same content, but once I figure it all out, will have the freedom to make the page personalized and my very own.<br /><br />Stay tuned : )Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-85662589463081077212008-10-07T06:57:00.000-07:002008-10-07T07:05:26.832-07:00Happy Halloween....? Kinda.....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SOtrEopk_TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0ckRqXu54Qs/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SOtrEopk_TI/AAAAAAAAAE4/0ckRqXu54Qs/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254411117633273138" /></a><br /><br /><br />Hmmmm. What part of "Hee Haw" screams Halloween? I literally just left my apartment this morning when I noticed it, did a double take, and HAD to go in for a closer look. I never realized that my next door were cowboys or some sort of a southern breed. Who else would think to carve "Hee Haw" in a pumpkin vs. a classic scary or silly face?Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-20202529445022233482008-10-06T07:20:00.000-07:002008-10-06T14:05:09.091-07:00Fool Proof Way For Instant Chuckles:<a href="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/richard_simmons.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://paxarcana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/richard_simmons.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Run into Richard Simmons!</strong> Yes my friends, this picture to our right was pretty much the scene of the crime. <div> </div><div>Last Friday, I was walking in Times Square on my way to work in a VERY foul mood. Why? I have no idea. Perhaps it was due to the upcoming slow day at work or maybe because I was tired and didn't feel like going in. Regardless, I was stomping quite a bit and wearing one of my very favorite pouts.</div><div> </div><div>While looking around determining which would be the best path to take, as to avoid random gathered crowds and tourists, I had two routes. Either stampeding myself through a big group in front of ABC's Morning Show or through a mediocre crowd around someone. PSHH. It must be a D-list star who I wouldn't care to see or mind knocking over. At the same time, you know I'm also extremely nosey and needed to see who we were all crowded around. It was none other than Richard Simmons! Dancing! Shaking his hips and waving his jazz hands! And yelling all these incoherent things. It was wonderful and I immediately burst with laughter and smiled and snickered the entire way to work.</div><div> </div><div><3><div> </div><div> </div>
<br />Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-82757447971006346652008-09-29T12:00:00.000-07:002008-09-29T13:48:21.756-07:00Not Fit For The OfficeAllegedly I NEVER dress appropriately at the office. Sure, I am aware that I dress on the casual side. There are a couple tattoos visible, wore colorful dresses and sandals all summer, and don't care to wear things that will make me miserable all day, but I thought that with an occasional mix of preppy-ness, overall I wasn't that bad.<br /><br />Um yeah, apparently I have just been delusional.<br /><br />This morning while rummaging through my "in between the seasons clothes", I came across this short sleeved black sweater with a little bit ruffled white collared short sleeve shirt underneath. I haven't worn it in a very long time. Well obviously. It's been summer. Anyway, I paired it up with a black skirt and black ballerina flats and headed out the door. While walking to work, I realized my poor edgy bob, who is in dire need of a cut, started to flip all over the place, so grabbed a head band out of my bag, and off I went. OK. I get it. Not my everyday style. For example, lets go back to perhaps Tuesday. I wore this wonderful, but odd, dress from Bali (was once my Granny's) with a little brown cardigan and brown boots. Or maybe we can take any old day when I add weird and colorful jewelry to an already overly bright ensemble. Basically, yeah, I guess today is not your typical Kristine. In my own defense, I thought I looked cute. But instead, completely freaked everyone out.<br /><br />In the day thus far, I have gotten,<br /><br /><em><strong>"Wow you look so serious. Like you should be serving drinks on a plane".</strong></em><br /><br />Great.<br /><br />Next comment was alittle better.<br /><br /><em><strong>"Omg your so preppy today, I almost didn't recognize you until I saw the tattoo on your neck"</strong></em><br /><br />An<em><strong> "aww you look cute today"</strong></em> was thrown in. That's fine.<br /><br />Then the finale. The most annoying comment made was as follows: <em><strong>"Why are you so dressed up? What? Are you going somewhere",</strong></em> with a look of suspicion.<br /><br />I replied with, "um I'm not, didn't have anything to wear today."<br /><br />I don't get it. Rest assure co-workers, I'll be back to being the office mess tomorrow.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-17465529983552302372008-09-26T08:52:00.000-07:002008-09-26T11:30:34.753-07:00Man On Fire!Tuesday night the game plan was to get back to Hoboken quickly and make dinner for Chia, Jay, & Andrew. MM by the way, dinner was lovely. I should have taken pictures! I made chicken terriyaki, a recipe brought to us by Shape Magazine. While looking around for recipe ideas (I always like to try to make new things), Chia's criteria was basically something tasty, but light. It was great and definitely a dish I'll be making again.<br /><br />ANYWAY. After work, Andrew & I met up with the plan on going into Hoboken together. While walking along Sixth Avenue, chatting about the day and what not, allegedly a fire ball blew into the air and a <strong>hallal-cart-man</strong> burst into flames!! I didn't actually see the fire ball, but next thing you know, the man took off down the street on fire and let me tell you, it was unreal. Almost too shocking to do anything shocking. Luckily, other people around were more alert and about ten or so rushed towards the burning man with the shirts off their backs to put him out.<br /><br />Moments after getting over the shock, one of us commented on why he didn't just stop, drop, & roll. And the other said something along the lines of - oh I know! It's like the first thing you learn in school! I know. Real nice. Later, I thought about it and I'm sure when you're in that kind of panic, set on fire and all, you don't think clearly and just go into shock. OR maybe in his country (perhaps Turkey) stop, drop, & roll wasn't emphasized in the school system like here.<br /><br />So we stood, jaws dropped, & amazed by the scene taken place. Then we noticed an upside-down gas can, next to the halal cart, slowly beginning to set fire as well!! So we followed our first instincts and power walked the other way, in case the gas can exploded, causing the entire truck to do the same.<br /><br />Yeah, my karma is just getting better and better. In all fairnessness though, what do either of us know about grease fires and extinguishing them? If anything, we did them a favor by staying out of the way and not creating a panic. No running or trampling over anyone took place. We just got the hell out of the way.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-40988068340775311062008-09-23T10:30:00.000-07:002008-09-23T10:17:48.337-07:0030 Days Of Yoga!<a href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v315/211/41/8834968/n8834968_41324838_5288.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v315/211/41/8834968/n8834968_41324838_5288.jpg" border="0" /></a>Long story short, my friend E & I's ghetto gym has recently closed with no explanation. In the past week or so we have been trying to come up with a decent alternative. Honestly, the only reason I even went to the gym was for yoga, pilates, & cardio. This particular gym however was super shiesty, hasn't charged me for 6 months (thank you :) ), and may or may not have been seized by the IRS.<br /><br /><div>We figured it was time for a different plan and decided that instead of getting in at another gym, would join a yoga studio and take the cardio outdoors. Surprise surprise, joining a studio is pretty expensive, so we have taken time each day to search for a good deal.</div><br /><div>Last week I found it. "30 Days for $30 Yoga Challenge" at the NYC Bikram Yoga Studio!</div><br /><div>OMG</div><br /><div>How amazing? It's pretty self-explanatory. For 30 days E & I will be doing <span style="color:#ffffff;">yoga</span>. Every single day. HOW AMAZING.</div><br /><div>If you are wondering, yes it's going to be miserable the first week. In case you aren't familiar with different types of yoga, Bikram is practiced in a room heated at a 100 degrees for about 90 minutes. It's unreal. Between sweating profusely and gulping down gallons of water, you leave feeling completely cleansed. Image doing that every single day? I feel like it's going to be the ultimate detox. </div><br /><div></div><div>E & I are curious about the aftermath of the 30 day challenge. Will we leave this experience as super vegans? God I hope not. I don't know if I could seriously say, "don't eat flesh" with a straight face Will we quit our jobs promptly after, move to Washington (state, not DC), and live on some sort of commune, living green and off the earth? That would be better. Or perhaps we will go to Australia and get trained to be yoga instructors. EVEN better. Or. Most realistically, it will be a wonderful chance to cleanse the body & soul and see life a little bit clearer. </div><br /><div></div><div>Stay Tuned....</div><div> </div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-87970219045669168092008-09-23T06:40:00.000-07:002008-09-23T06:46:36.082-07:00Parade Of AsiansSpotted: 53rd & Madison. 9:01 am. 200 senior citizen Asians, wearing red shirts & matching hats, slowly (and I mean SLOWLY) parading their way down 53rd. Guess who somehow got stuck in the middle of this? Typical.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-47744360670340010272008-09-22T11:59:00.000-07:002008-09-22T13:32:06.809-07:00Poor Pick-Up Attempt: Walk From the PATH EditionLast night I had a wonderful classic date night. Dinner - mm Thai. Movie - "Burn After Reading", which was pretty good. John Malkovich was hilarious, & then a drink and some good conversation. Couldn't have been better. Afterwards, I waited for the stupid PATH and then made my way back to Hoboken. The PATH is OFFICIALLY on the shit list after making me wait an hour plus Saturday night, causing me get home after 5 and then sleeping til 1:30 pm the next day. Yeah yeah I know, it's my own fault for staying out late, but come on! An hour plus! Doesn't the path know people are out and about on Saturday nights desperately trying to get back to Hoboken?!!!<br /><br />(Sorry about the rant. Anyway...)<br /><br />So just to show me how much it despises me, again I had to wait a considerable amount of time. When I finally got back to Hoboken, I merrily bopped along, re-playing the night in my head and thinking what a good time I had, when all of a sudden I saw an image walking up towards me. Great. I don't know what it is about me that strangers feel the need to say weird things. Maybe they think I want to do the same, but there he was. Skinny. Had a super shiny face. Looked like he was 18. Wearing tight jeans.<br /><br /><em>"Hey....um you.."....</em><br /><br />I turned around and he was awkwardly smirking at me.<br /><br /><em>"Um...yeah, your flip flops are too loud. heh heh. Way too loud".</em><br /><br />I looked at him again, rolled my eyes and replied, "Right. Ok. Well good thing I'm turning here then huh?" <br /><br />And off I went.<br /><br />It could be either of two things:<br /><br />(a) As a possible 18 year old, that brand of wasteful conversation works for him when chatting girls up. Bad for him, I was still basking of a night gone well and quite frankly don't need the bullshit dialogue.<br /><br />(b) He was drunk/and or stoned/whatever and perhaps in the crazy land of his mind, maybe my flip flops were too loud.<br /><br />Or (c) all of the above.<br /><br />I'm going with (c)Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-55532850498784842042008-09-17T06:32:00.000-07:002008-09-22T06:57:38.459-07:00Random Act of Gentlemenly KindnessWhile leaving the chaos that is the morning rush of Port Authority, it is near impossible to smile or think happy thoughts while being pushed this way and that. How do I paint the scene? Think of total chaos for one small block. Between the Am New York and Metro guys thrusting their arms towards you competing to give away their free newspapers & slow moving tourists overwhelmed to which way to go, you literally have to elbow and push in order to get to the street.<br /><br />This morning, like any other morning, I was frowning and raging in my mind behind a slow moving sea of Germans. All of a sudden the equally fast moving chick next me stopped short and realized her heel was stuck in one of those subway floor vent things in the middle of the street. As in there was traffic coming. Not fun. The man in front of us stopped and dove down in an extremely non- creepy way to help her get her heal out. He then asked her if she was OK and merrily continued his way to work. Her & I were in awe. We found one of the last gentlemen in the city! Any other business man would have pushed her out of the way and then cursed the situation for making him a minute or two behind schedule.<br /><br />I inspire to be this wonderful whistling man, well minus the aiding damsels in distress. What inner peace he must have to whistle his way to work via Port Authority.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-79888735554112236862008-09-15T12:07:00.001-07:002008-09-15T12:47:39.457-07:00An End Of An Era....<a href="http://nymag.com/images/2/daily/entertainment/08/01/16_rent_lg.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nymag.com/images/2/daily/entertainment/08/01/16_rent_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>It's a little bit behind, but I feel I should probably talk about a true end of an era for us musical theatre people of NYC.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>RENT IS GONE. Omg just put me out of my misery. Rent is off Broadway FOREVER. I don't know if there is any reason to be in NYC or live.<br /></div><div>Ok fine, I won't be so melodramatic. It is just sad and even though I haven't seen it in a year or so, will miss it's presence in Midtown and on my walk home from work each day.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>To torture myself, I walked by the empty vessel of the greatest Rock Musical of our time last week. And it was disturbing. There waere trucks, boxes, and pieces of the set on the street. One of the side doors of the stage was open and as pathetic as it sounds, of course I stopped dead in my tracks, became one of the street-stopper walkers I loathe, and lurked in. I don't know why I did it. I guess I needed to see it in person to realize that it is gone and out of my life. And yes, that was a tear rolling down my cheek.</div></div></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-75006020363486072882008-09-10T07:04:00.000-07:002008-09-10T07:54:02.528-07:00Why I'm Still Single : A Wednesday EditionFirst of course, updates & a quick work of advice.<br /><br />Last we spoke about my living situation, our crappy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roommate</span> was moving out. This week, she asked Meg if she could push her move-out date from October to November 1st because her plan fell through I guess and wanted to move-in with her sister. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Psh</span>. We agreed that a) why should we go out our ways to help her out when she has not been friendly, considerate, or a good roommate in the months we lived with her b) it's her own bad karma for giving us so short notice. Now she has to do the scrambling around making plans. Sorry sister, but the world does not revolve around you. c) showing the apartment sucks. We have like 4 people coming to see it tonight and 2 tomorrow. Showing the apartment = not having a life. We want to get someone in there ASAP.<br /><br />So I saw the alleged crappy roommate last night and said hello. What did I get? An evil blank stare. OH hell no. I went right into my room, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">texted</span> Meg with a "oh that Crappy Bell. I walked into the apartment and said hello to her and she ignored me. She is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sooooooo</span> out!" HELL no am I helping out someone who doesn't have enough courtesy to even say hello.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nexxxt</span><br /><br />Quick word of advice: NEVER go out on a Tuesday night, drink 2 large mix drinks, and then follow them with 2 shots of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jaiger</span> and then another one of vodka. Your just asking for trouble. I mean, luckily I've never been there, but I've heard it causes you to be miserable all day and arrive an hour late to work. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Oooopsa</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ok</span>. Now the reason to this post.<br /><br />(The scene: At a local bar around the corner. Kristine, the star of the show, is chatting up her friend Nina, whom she hadn't seen in awhile)<br /><br />Stranger: Excuse me...I love your tattoo! (sniffling giggle) I think I'm going to get the same one!<br />Kristine: Oh, (fake laugh) nice..?<br /><br />(Kristine looks at the stranger and notices he is a very short petite old man. Typical, she thought. This is apparently the only breed of people attracted to her anymore. Not only is he way out of her dating age range, but she could pick him up and put him in her pocket)<br /><br />(Later. She sees someone else she knows and proceeds to chat him up. Coincidentally, the pocket old man is friends with friend chatter).<br /><br />Pocket Old Man: (mumbles under his breath) are you smitten with anyone?<br />Kristine: excuse me? Huh? What did you say?<br />Pocket Old Man: I said, 'are you smitten with anyone'?<br />Kristine: (thrown off) oh, ha, I don't know, I guess not. Well maybe. Kind of. Well.<br />Pocket Old Man: (giving her a look of confidence) well, (yet another sniffle giggle) that's good for me then.<br />Kristine: ha...right.<br /><br />Seriously. This is all I can hope for out of life. Senior Citizens that I can push around in a stroller.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-80262641200512887032008-09-09T07:54:00.001-07:002008-09-09T12:13:34.970-07:00The Valley Of Empty StaircasesWhat do you think would happen if, for one day, we turned off all the escalators in the City? I know what would happen. People would go into a frenzy and immediately stampede to the nearest elevator. They would REFUSE to take a step near the lonely staircase,who would then feel depressed and have to contemplate what it ever did to become so unpopular.<br /><br />Working in the city, commuting, being in places that are publicly used, moving up and down, above and below ground, there are 3 ways in getting where you need to be. The elevator, the escalator, and the lowly staircase.<br /><br />I got to thinking about this the past few weeks, while watching 7,000 people mush themselves onto a crowded escalator, when all the while there was a mere 1-2 people brave enough to venture up and down the staircase. Why be so lazy? When you think about it, most of us commuting at 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span> in the morning and later 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span> at night sit the majority of the day away. Shouldn't we take advantage of the space between to move around some?<br /><br />I'm a staircase kind of girl unless I am carrying obscene amounts of bags (which happens often because I'm a vagabond) or am miserably hungover. I feel though, in cases that you need to ride the escalator should use it as a tool to move faster, not to take a break. I hate HATE when you are stuck on a 1 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">laned</span> escalator and people just stand around, basking and enjoying their ride. That's whats great about 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">laned</span> escalators. The lazies or those who have two much luggage to pass can stay to the right and us fast-movers have the ability to zip on by. BUT THEN you got to love the couples who need to stand next to each other to "escalator spoon" or tourists who don't understand NYC commuting etiquette and take up both lanes, leaving us "I need to be running or else I'm angry" commuters pouting and shaking our fists in rage.<br /><br />I fear technology. I fear it's ability to create a world where we don't need to move or think to get through the day. Whats next for our future NYC? Side walks who ask were your going and then slide you to your chosen destination? Body-robot doubles who live the entire day for you and then tell you all about it at night?<br /><br />I'd rather take the stairs.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-69023263144508113112008-09-03T15:30:00.000-07:002008-09-03T13:18:45.376-07:00Home Sweet... Railroad Style Apartment..?I awoke Thursday morning in a great mood. I had an awesome night sleep & it was my last day of work before the 4-day Labor day holiday. I grabbed a towel or two and headed down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. I open the door to the living room and am shocked to discover two people laying across my couches. Fine fine, I don't care. My roommate Courtney had some friends sleep over. They probably went out late and decided just to crash out our place. I have had people sleep over, so I have no problem if my roommates do the same. As I quietly tip-toed through, attempting to not wake anyone up, I stopped dead in my tracks.<br /><br />They were tangled up IN MY SHEETS. I repeat - strangers on our couches. In. MY. Clean laundered sheets. As in they had to physically go through our linen closet, pull out all my crap (they were flannel sheets and on the bottom of the pile) and bring them over to the couch.<br /><br />I was AMAZED. Courtney & I are NOT friends. If my other roommate Meg did that, I wouldn't have even noticed. She can take whatever because if the situation arose, she would have probably washed them. And then told me. And then folded them back nice. Not Courtney. Oh no no, her and her friends were apparently too good for that and hastily shoved them back the next morning.<br /><br />It got me thinking about roommates. One of the problems with a great city like New York is that because we all want to be here, rent is astronomical. If you don't have the desire to be in NYC, the idea of sharing a closet with 17 other people or living in a railroad style apartment is unheard of.<br /><br />About 16 months ago (give or take) that was me. I got my first job in the city and wanted the NYC experience Obviously I could NEVER afford anything in Manhattan, so went for the next best thing - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hoboken</span>. And let me tell you, it is a great wonderful place to live. Beautiful and safe. But it too is getting more and more expensive. I mean where else in the world can a landlord feel justified in upping the rent in a room the size of a bathroom. But I guess it's worth it if you have a 30 minute ride (if that) into the city.<br /><br />When I moved into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hoboken</span>, the only thing I cared about was getting there. I didn't care who I lived with or how small the room was. All I wanted was something mostly furnished (because I have nothing) and on the cheaper side (again because I have nothing). I found an adorable place to live with 2 chicks (thank you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">craigs</span> list). It was awkward at first because they were friends, but later we got to know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">eachother</span> and were cool. The only issue was the fact that the apartment is railroad style, meaning my roommate Megan had to walk through my bedroom to get the rest of the apartment.<br /><br />Around December, Joanne (the other roommate) dropped the bomb that she was moving out and immediately Meg & I got an ad up for a new roommate. Thank the good lord I got to move out of the walk-through and into Joanne's HUGE room for a mere $25 extra. Seriously. It is a gem.<br /><br />In a fit of desperation, we gave the room up to this dude Ben. How do I explain Ben? He is basically a filthy-goat- stew- eating no-personality-weirdo-pot head, who happens to be a microscope salesman. We were amazed how he could possible be a salesman because he sucks soo bad. His room consisted of his huge microscope, a half-deflated air mattress, and some random boxes. Luckily for us, he only lasted a month or two. I'd just like to say thanks to Ben ordering a whole bunch of movies on paid per view before he left.<br /><br />Then we got Courtney, who I guess is fine, in the aspect that she's never around and if she is, stays to herself and doesn't make much noise. What gets me is that if you are both home, she will NEVER initiate conversation unless you ask her 20 questions. Only time I have talked her was when she was upset about something or I was drunk and apparently chatty.<br /><br />She is moving out Oct. 1st, so it makes Meg & I wonder whether a) we just have bad luck with the little room or b) perhaps we are bad roommates who are hard to live with.<br /><br />But that's silly, what am I saying? Between the two of us, we are never around, super clean, and laid back. So maybe it is the room. All I know is it BETTER be filled by Oct 1. So if you know anyone looking for a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cheapy</span> room in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hoboken</span> with yours truly as a roommate, let me know!Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-43958194973344039882008-09-03T06:48:00.000-07:002008-09-03T07:03:08.397-07:00And Just When We Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse....Texts last night between E & I during the season premiere of the new 90210.<br /><br />Me : ok how about all the teachers on the new 90210 are super hot.<br />E: Right? I'm in love<br /><br />(After the show)<br /><br />Me: It was actually not that bad, I'll def watch again.<br />E: Ha I thought it was terrible but I'm still going to watch! Because I'm that sad.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-36254620627063531562008-09-02T08:03:00.000-07:002008-09-02T08:56:23.683-07:00Oh Thank God Your BackI don't know if I've ever mentioned it before, but I really love bad television. As in, I'm pretty sure I have TV maturity of a 17 year old. So you could probably guess what I like to watch. The Hills? Yes. All the Real World/Road Rules challenges/Gauntlets etc.? Of course. I Love NY, Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, and ANYTHING else <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">VH</span>1 tells me to watch? Well yeah, they told me to, what can I do?<br /><br />But my absolute favorite thing to watch now, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TV</span> show that I am obsessively way to excited about is....(drum roll please)<br /><br /><strong>GOSSIP GIRL</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I love it, I love it, I love it. And you know what, I'm not ashamed of loving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GG</span> . It's just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soo</span> good.<br /><br />Last night, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chia</span> & E came over my place (god bless <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chia</span> with her stocks of dips and chips at home). The three of us sat around my television with bubbling excitement to see what our ficitonal friends have been up to all summer.<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how pathetic are we for actually clapping and yelling, "thank god Gossip Girl is back! How did we survive the entire summer without it!?"<br /><br />Even worse is the fact that I now live life parallel to television. One of the characters, Nate (who is INSANELY hot) is having an affair with an older married woman. Later on, I fell asleep, blah blah dream dream, and the next thing you know, I was the one having the affair with Nate (in my dream world). Is this really where my life has come to? I have no romantic prospects on the horizon (oh, we'll get into that in a later blog) so am forced to dream about fictional characters.<br /><br />But, what makes watching the show even better is coming to work Tuesday mornings and clicking on NY Magazine's blog "The Daily Intel" where they tear the episode apart and we viewers get to relive all the great realistic moments to the "that is SO fake" moments.<br /><br /><a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/09/where_the_chuck_have_you_been.html">http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/09/where_the_chuck_have_you_been.html</a><br /><br />I read somewhere that there will be 22 episodes this season. Count it - 22! So, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">thank you</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">WB</span> for being, in general, a crappy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">TV</span> station, but somehow providing us with the best television show of our time.<br /><br />: )Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-41055577893506123032008-08-27T07:32:00.000-07:002008-08-27T07:45:09.524-07:00KC <3's Caffeine<a href="http://www.illustrationsof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/234_smiling_businessman_holding_a_big_cup_of_coffee.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://www.illustrationsof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/234_smiling_businessman_holding_a_big_cup_of_coffee.jpg" border="0" /></a> Don't think I forgot about you carbs! I love you as well! But the difference here is I don't think I could survive without you.<br /><br />As a silly experiment, I thought it would be interesting to detox from caffeine, wondering if I was actually dependent.<br /><br />Yes. Yes I am.<br /><br />I went for about a week without caffeine and noticed my body feeling a bit sluggish. I figured it must be that I was going through withdrawl and would wait it out.<br /><br />Week two I broke my detox and happily drank a large cup of coffee one hungover morning and I found my heart pounding way too fast and felt almost uncomfortable in my skin. What the? I used to never feel this affect. But then again, my body hasn't not had caffeine in yearrrrs.<br /><br />I immediately got a flashback of last year, where I was taking in the most amount of caffeine.<br /><br />Back at my old office, I would be up and down the elevator twice a day re-filling my coffee. Then one day, me, E , and one of our other co-workers Greg decided that it was time to join forces and up the coffee factor. I brought in a coffee maker, someone else brought in a box of splenda and fat free milk, and the other would purchase the french vanilla dunkin donuts coffee.<br /><br />Because it was there, we way over did it. Pot and pots of coffee were constantly being drank & re-brewed, to the point that I'm sure our other co-workers didn't know what to do with us because we three were bouncing off the walls.<br /><br />Anyway, when did I give in? WELL, last night I was trying to work on a new literary endeavour and could not keep my eyes open. Seriously, I passed out around 10:30. I woke up this morning and was like, "screw this, back to caffeine"<br /><br />As soon as I walked into work this morning, grabbed the biggest mug I could find and happily drank myself into a sweet wonderful caffeine induced frenzy. It's good to be back : )<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.illustrationsof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/234_smiling_businessman_holding_a_big_cup_of_coffee.jpg"></a>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-20023869358561613592008-08-22T06:41:00.000-07:002008-09-18T11:07:08.393-07:00BAD BAD News<span style="color:#ffffff;">According to </span><a href="http://www.the-leaking-cauldron.org/"><span style="color:#ffffff;">http://www.the-leaking-cauldron.org/</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">, Harry Potter's new release date is JULY 17, 2009!<br /><br />OMG OMG. WHY Warner Brother's why!??? It was supposed to open this coming November. I don't know if I can make it.</span>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-6083200700167337562008-08-22T06:18:00.000-07:002008-09-18T11:07:42.646-07:00You Know What's Attractive?<a href="http://www.roadfood.com/photos/7500.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.roadfood.com/photos/7500.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Drunky little me STARVING, devouring the biggest burrito of my life in literally three seconds. I have vague memories of myself joyfully covered in guacamole & sour cream, as if it was my first birthday and was being introduced to the cake.</span>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-24665363156011445562008-08-21T12:39:00.000-07:002008-08-21T12:57:08.312-07:00Oh, The Luxury Of Ingredients: The Breakfast Edition<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SK3Et8Ta6vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0RwaCcH9MDw/s1600-h/omelet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058235262495474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SK3Et8Ta6vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0RwaCcH9MDw/s320/omelet.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <em>An omelet (obviously), with spinach, olives, fresh basil from the garden (naturally), and </em></strong><em><strong>feta cheese. Accompanied with toasted rye bread.</strong></em></div><p>Now you probably figure that I must have gone food shopping and become inspired to grow a garden on my fire escape. Oh how I wish it was true, but alas, I am lazy & poor. Any chance of growing anything on the fire escape would be out of the question because our kitten gets out there and would eat up the veggies in a minute. If she didn't, than I'm sure a squirrel or pigeon would. Do pigeons like basil or mint? Well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">certainly</span>, the ones who are tired of seeds and bread scraps would.</p><p>This lovely omelet was constructed at my parent's place on Sunday morning. I woke up and I immediately thought of their overly stocked fridge and garden and decided to treat myself. MM. So tasty. I brought my entire spread out to the deck to enjoy my breakfast and read the newspaper.</p><p></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-23669439462526355042008-08-21T10:21:00.000-07:002008-08-21T11:07:28.089-07:00Dates For The Single GirlsIt's great when your single and have lots of single girl friends. Without them, who would truly understand and appreciate the good, bad, and ugly dating adventures? As I mentioned a few blogs back, I got super drunk (oopsa) before meeting up for a drink date a week or two ago and onlyvaguely remember meeting with him. Strange enough, I never heard from him again. Well after I apologized, via text, for being a drunken nightmare, got a reply saying,<br /><br />"it's ok, your lucky I'm so forgiving : ) "<br /><br />Uckk. Obviously, he is desperate. No human being in their right mind should want to date me after the horror show that I displayed.<br /><br />I never called him. He never called me. Done & done.<br /><br />Then this week rolled along, and low & behold yours truly, plus two of my gal pals all had dates lined up. (Well one refuses to call it a date, but we know better). Mine was on Wednesday and before I went, these are the last parting words from two of my friends:<br /><br />Emily: don't get too drunk! Sip!<br />Mhern: have fun!!!! don't get tipsy!!!<br /><br />Great. Just great. I swear, that was the only date I ever showed up drunk. Seriously. And it wasn't even like I was super interested in him. So there.<br /><br />The night turned out to be great. Really. Rarely do I see potential or interest in any one. Most people I am left with feelings of, "meh. nice guy, not bad, ho hum. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to hangout with him again." or "ABSOLUTELY not. I never want to see this person again. Too passive. Way too corny and accommodating. Weird 1/2 tooth. Too short. Weirdo hairy knuckles. Too bald. Pathetic. No conversation" and on and on and on. You get the picture.<br /><br />But this guy I went out with, I really can't say a bad thing. I had a genuine good time. So now I'm left with the dilemma of what now? Will we ever hangout again? Maybe it was all in my head, he wasn't all that impressed with me, the tables have turned, and I'll never hear from him again? You know, stupid girl blah blah blah. I choose from now on to just go with it and see how things play out.<br /><br />Mornings before and after dates usually consist of "So how did it go?" or "Are you excited? Nervous? Do you want to see him again..." blah blah blah<br /><br />I was thinking about it yesterday and feel bad for guys because girls talk about EVERYTHING. Seriously, if I was a guy, I'd be cursing the creators of "Sex & The City", who gave girls permission to not only have sexual standards, but talk freely about everything. Two of my oldest friends & I have talked openly about pretty much anything since we started having anything good to talk about, but "Sex & The City" helped piles and piles of girls learn conversation skills to share their adventures. <br /><br />Guys of course talk about stuff to a certain extent. How could they not? They are the journalists of details. They generally mention the Who, what, where, when, why, & anything weird and out of the ordinary. Rarely have I heard guys get into serious specifics. But then again, I'm a girl and how many guys want to gush about their sex lives with me? Girls on the other hand get into DETAILS. Gentlemen beware, if there is something super different or not desired by the female race, we are going to find out. That's probably why for so long women were not "supposed" to talk about their sex lives or really get into the good stuff. Men probably feared that once women started talking and discussing whats good, normal, etc., they would start making demands. Men would then have to start making an effort, stop being so selfish in bed, and start playing by our rules. Once Sex & The City hit, the power has shifted in someways and I think that's great.<br /><br />So apparently I sound like a feminist a bit? To tone it down some, there are also instances when there is no need to say anything and I think that's when it's the best. We talk out of excitement, humor, disgust, or simply just to talk. But when things are at their best, I don't think you need to get into it or actually know how to express it. And that's definately what I hope for in my life.Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-13944491792899201462008-08-15T11:55:00.001-07:002008-08-15T11:58:11.153-07:00Yet Another Immaculate Bob<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXRKGy8wmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6De1mchrAzM/s1600-h/Crappy+Bob.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234820113441276514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXRKGy8wmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6De1mchrAzM/s320/Crappy+Bob.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXPQL1BRFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KX8scQ0iGms/s1600-h/Crappy+Bob.jpg"></a>I know, I know. Disgusting and I look miserable.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div><strong><em>In my own defense, there are a few factors to consider:<br /></em></strong></div><br /><div>(a) This picture was taken early and I'm not really wearing any makeup.<br /></div><br /><div>(b) I'm at work, so obviously I have a little pout on.<br /></div><br /><div>(c) It is god awful humid out, so the bob never had a chance.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXPpoZkDQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C0z4L-eu97Y/s1600-h/Way+better+bob.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXRWOOqEPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AKMFqWa4frk/s1600-h/Way+better+bob.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234820321594970354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdNp-xr-GxU/SKXRWOOqEPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AKMFqWa4frk/s320/Way+better+bob.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div>Ahhhhhh way better. I wish you could see if from </div><div>the back to understand new Bob's beauty. </div><div>All I can say is I am very happy with it and found </div><div>a chick who works wonders on my hair. </div><div>AND the place is right around the corner from </div><div>my work.</div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-77245430541794031842008-08-15T11:44:00.000-07:002008-08-15T13:28:11.052-07:00Sloppy Nation<a href="http://www.lifeinitaly.com/fashion/img/italian-businessman.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lifeinitaly.com/fashion/img/italian-businessman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">The business man in the beautiful pin stripe suit couldn't help but admire his reflection each time he walked by a store front. With his olive skin and shiny black hair, he was a man that exuded confidence and high class. He continued to walk down 55th Street and all the while basked in the sun and welcomed the beautiful August day. He looked down and noticed a man sitting on the steps of a church and thought to himself, "man, my life is great. I should really share the wealth with the less fortunate."<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">So with that, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out what it appeared to be a shiny gold coin, perhaps a Sacajawea. Leaning down, he put it in the man on the steps hand, while giving him a smile, as if to say, "despite being a gross un-showered homeless man, I still consider you an equal human being".<br /></div><br /><div align="center">And he whistled walking away, felt saturated in generosity.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">Meanwhile, the man on the steps looked perplexed.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>HE WASN'T HOMELESS</strong>.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I was walking behind this scene last week and actually laughed out loud. Why did the man in the suit assume the dude on the steps was homeless just because he was sitting around?<br /></div><div align="justify">Then the Suit's phone rang and he started jabbing away in what sounded like Italian.<br /></div><div align="justify">Is that really was the Europeans think of us? We Americans are just a country filled with filthy homeless people? I guess I would too if I was some classy Parisian, where my home was the place style was given birth to. NYC is supposed to be the fashion capital of the country, but have you seen some of horrors on the street? And I would have to include myself in this category too. </div><br /><div align="justify">Compared to a well dressed European, I got nothing to work with here.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">That got me thinking about how sloppy a nation we truly are. How often do you notice people out on the streets who obviously just jumped out of bed minutes earlier. I cringe at the sight of stretched out velour tracksuits intertwined with a frumpy stay-at home mom body, topped with a crazy-lady-hair -scrunchy combo. Honestly, I often feel intimidated when I have a bad hair day (ugh like today. you should see the edgy bob. It has obviously grown since the cut late June, so now it's mutated into a weirdo shabby bob. Good thing I'm getting a haircut later) or am not wearing the best possible outfit when walking down Fifth Avenue in a pack of the fashionable Europeans.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I think a big difference is that they choose quality over quality. While Americans bask in the notion of owning 8000 pairs of flip flops, Europeans will have 3 pairs of the most beautiful and exquisite shoes ever to grace the earth.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Sure we have some fashion and style here, but how do we compare our homeless to their equivalent, the gypsies? Our homeless just sit around, pan handle, and make people feel uncomfortable. Why even yesterday while jetting off to the subway, I encountered one who was shaking and ticking as if he just swallowed a bomb minutes from explosion, muttering to himself, "must not get hit by the rain. The rain will make me wet, the rain will make me wet." About a minute later, I almost got knocked over by one proclaiming, "having sex with a woman IS A SIN", over and over and over again.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">At least theirs are nomads, play music ,and keep the people entertained. If our homeless were eccentric and talented, I would be wayyy more generous with my quarters, nickels, & dimes. Alas, they are all borderline crazy, so I will continue to keep my head down & pretend they don't exist</div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-29108431554041636492008-08-14T11:53:00.000-07:002008-08-14T13:40:50.414-07:00Bad Karma KCWhenever something goes wrong in my life I immediately blame it on karma and the fact that I am obviously being punished for something I've done in my life. And despite my efforts in being a good human being, I can count on my fingers & toes experiences in life that I am not too proud of. And most of those experiences involve alcohol. Ooopsa.<br /><br />This morning I am greeted to work with an email reprimanding me doing something that was not my fault, but an error of someone I assist. Now you may be saying, "oh Kristine, just suck it up and take responsibility for your wrong doings". I suppose I should have been paying closer attention, but regardless, I was given orders to change something, without any knowledge to why it was being adjusted. So this just swooped the day into miserable-madness.<br /><br />THEN. I got some bill from a dentist appointment I had LAST NOVEMBER, claiming I owe them $450....but why? Isn't that what insurance is for? OHHH NO HOO apparently not and apparently they never took the insurance. But how did I find this particular dentist? Oh that's right, on the insurance's website. So they gave me some bullshit explanation and that it is my responsibility to make sure the doctor sends the insurance the claim. And what else? I will have to pay and there is nothing I can do about it.<br /><br />(snarl, a little whimper and a sigh)<br /><br />"Thank you for calling Reliance Standard Health Insurance. You opinion counts. Would you take a brief survey about the level of assistance we just provided?"<br /><br />"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? BADDDDD assistance. No no no!"<br /><br />(Phone slammed)<br /><br />As I sat there and started shaking the woes of the day out of my head, the next bomb dropped.<br />I received a text from my roommate, Courtney that said,<br /><br />"Hey girls, I wont be around this weekend...<br /><br /><em>Ok. I don't care. When are you ever around? And p.s., we don't hang out.</em><br /><br />"And I just wanted to give you a heads up that I'm looking to move out by 9/15."<br /><br /><em>OH GOD. Isn't that just great.</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>So what am I being punished for you ask? Well it could one of many things:</strong></div><br />1) Complaining about my current situation, when in fact it's not all that bad compared many others.<br /><br />2) The fact that I lived most of my life as a horror of a daughter to my parents, giving them daily grief and I'm sure wondering what went wrong in their parenting.<br /><br />3) I've been selfish and un-intentionally inconsiderate with other people's feelings.<br /><br />4) I never donate money to worthy causes and NEVER stop at lemonade stands.<br /><br />5) I am awkward and I'm sure that equals mean to children & senior citizens.<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>I can only imagine how the rest of the day plays out. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>It is only 4:06. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>We still have a lot more day to live.</strong> </div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-37996174885760734402008-08-11T07:41:00.001-07:002008-08-11T10:02:14.576-07:00Update: Maybe Don't Say Yes To Everything..When we last spoke, I was toying with the idea of embracing all opportunities and just saying yes. Yes to dates I was once weary of. Yes to new experiences. Yes to new and exciting different foods. Yes yes yes.<br /><br />But then we must remember that I am all things excessive, so maybe saying yes to everything is not such a good idea. One more after party? Yes! One more cocktail? No, make it two! Never go home on a work night? Good call!<br /><br />I had my date scheduled and ready to go with my bar boyfriend, but then remembered I had a work event that I absolutely had to attend. I gave him a call to see if he either a) wanted to go out afterwards or b) re-schedule. He was down meeting after, remembered me rambling on about how much I liked Thai food, so suggested to come meet me at my office around 8:30, we'd take a cab downtown, and get some Thai. That sound's good right? And for the girl who only takes cabs in times of necessity or luxury, all very wonderful.<br /><br />The event at my office was on our 33rd floor terrace, with the theme of "Outdoor BBQ". It was very cute and had potential to be a blast. Um open bar & free food, what's not to love? Except because I am an assistant, had the job of working the event, with the fabulous job of greeting guests, guiding them to the bar and bag check. Luckily, the bar was inches away and after a co-worker or two suggested I should bring a drink to the front, happily agreed and that was when it all went down hill.<br /><br />1 glass of wine<br />2 glasses of wine<br />3 glasses of wine<br />4 glasses of wine<br /><br />Throw in a couple of walk-around appetizers and an asparagus panini and I got a bit of social-drunky. Everyone has their own definition of social drunky. Some get way too honest. Some get mean and way too blunt, touchy- feely, or emerge as super chatty McChatterson. That was were I fit in, which I'm sure mind boggled my co-workers because I generally do not speak at work. All of a sudden, propelled by glasses of white wine, not only chatted co-workers up, but clients as well! And I'm not going to lie, but I had a pretty good time.<br /><br />Around 8:30 the party was in full force and everyone was planning on moving it along to a bar across the street. I called bar bf and cancelled on him because I didn't want to leave clients and co-workers and he was totally cool and understanding and down to do it some other time.<br /><br />Wouldn't that be nice if this was the end of the story? Oh its not. We have way more night to cover.<br /><br />So we all go across the street, where I quickly and stupidly switched over to vodka sodas, mingled a bit, and then left. No memory of saying goodbye to people and I'm pretty sure I just snuck out knowing I shouldn't be in the presence of superiors in the state I was quickly going into.<br /><br />So I went home.<br />Ha if only...<br /><br />At that point, I figured I may as well call bar bf to meet for a drink, because obviously I so needed one, and he lived right around there anyway. I called him and we met up. From what I gather, it was raining, I had NO umbrella, and walked right by him. I can only assume he had a great time with images of his future girlfriend dancing in his head with me, the belligerent wet dog, who muttered things like "you better not bar snuggle with me like last time" and "I am soo taking of work tomorrow or I'll be missssserable".<br /><br />Somehow we parted ways. I got myself safely to Hoboken and then emailed my bosses to let them know I would be taking a summer Friday.<br /><br />(The end)<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>A revision to living life with a yes attitude:</strong> Say yes if you never do, but if your a girl of excess like me, simply be open to the world with a positive prospective<br /><br />If I had my way, I'd never go home, stay out to the last possible second, and burn the candle at both ends for the rest of my life. Thankfully, there is still a little whisper in the back of my head that ghostly murmurs, "goooo home.....you don't want to be miserable tomorrow.....gooo toooo yogaaa.....you don't need to buy another party dress...."Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008322215146516254.post-15240891335442861162008-08-07T10:37:00.000-07:002008-08-15T07:34:59.931-07:00Say Yes To Life!<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ahhh</span> after a mere week or so, I completed yet another of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Augusten</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Burrough's</span> memoirs " Wolf At The Table", which by the way was wonderful. If you haven't had a chance to ever read any of his work, go! Quickly! Go to Barnes & Noble, the library, or ask and I'll lend you a copy. His life is an absolute inspiration for anyone of strength and overcoming huge obstacles, and all the while still making a huge success in life and as a person.<br /><br />In a panic of nothing to read, I turned to the category of books I own that I can read over and over again. These are basically the in between books when nothing I have is striking my fancy at the moment, but I need something.... So I turned to a much loved book , "The Year of Yes", by Maria <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dahreana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Headley</span>.<br /><br />Ever read it? Her book was hysterical and a 1-2-3 read. After a lifetime of bad dating and constant <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">weirdos</span> hitting on her, Maria discovered she was her own worst enemy and had no judgement when it came to the people she dated. For one year, she said yes to every single person that asked her out. I won't spoil the ending, but she takes the reader on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">roller coaster</span> ride of some just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">weird</span> guys all the way down to god-awful crazies. And I'm not talking in a good way.<br /><br />I think I relate to her especially because I know EXACTLY how she feels. I too am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">constantly</span> bombarded with crazies, and when a at first-glance normal approaches me, it is only a matter of time for them to fall for me and then immediately lose their mind. As in drop the "I could spend my life with you" bomb or my personal favorite, "the one regret in life I have is never sleeping with you...". Thanks. Thank you very much.<br /><br />So in a fit of inspiration and the fact that my dating life has been looking pretty bleak, I thought, "maybe I should give this whole year of yes a try". I really am too quick to judge and often regret casting people aside so hasty. I could name a name or two of people who I wish I could have had a second chance. But, *sigh*, you live & learn and can only hope that life actually teaches you a thing or two.<br /><br />This whole year of yes won't work for me. Almost immediately after I made this deal with myself, I went out for happy hour/night with some friends and friends of friends and was bombarded by a guy who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">basically</span> appointed me as his "bar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">gf</span>" and then "bar spooned" me the remainder of a night. Note: this is not attractive boys. Well. Unless I'm super into you, <em>maybe,</em> but usually it is a deal breaker. Give the girl some room to breath for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">god sake</span>.<br /><br /><em>Anyway...</em><br /><br />My bar bf has called me numerous times over the past few weeks to go out for dinner/drinks/whatever and I've been reluctant. If you can do that to a stranger, lord only know how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">pda</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ish</span> he'd be if we eventually dated or something. Or maybe he doesn't get girls and because I showed a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">smidgen</span> of interest, went all out. See this is how my mind works. Dating for the past ten years or so, have become jaded and don't take it as a compliment, but more of a:<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmm</span>. What is he up to? Does he do this to every girl? There must be something sneaky going on. There MUST be something wrong with him....</strong></div><br /><p>I actually talked to him this week and agreed to go out tonight, so we'll see how it goes. I've decided that instead of just saying yes to everyone who asks me out (which is not going to happen in NYC, the land of the crazies), but instead just say <strong>Yes To Life</strong> and embrace all the opportunities that fly my way. For too long I think I've been saying, no no no, instead of taking a look of what's really in front of me.</p><br /><p align="center"><strong>I'll keep you posted. I may be singing a different tune tomorrow...</strong></p><strong><br /><div align="center"><br /></div></strong></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13786052748188513531noreply@blogger.com0