Now that is a catchy opening graph.
Let's see. Last time I wrote in here . . . I was complaining about LA peeps not contacting me and I was planning to go on a month-long hiatus from drinking. Riiight.
So now I've heard from four more people in LA and I have booked my tickets; my trip will now conveniently include K
amaal and Monica's birthday.
And, surprisingly, the drinking hiatus has been called off - or at least I'm working on drinking a smaller amount less frequently. So far so good. You can call me "Two-drink Katie" if you want.
Random thoughts for today:
1. I wonder if people are offended if you openly laugh at their dog.
2. Despite my cell phone being on its last leg, I just cannot bring myself to put duct tape on it. god, I cannot wait for the next iPhone to be announced/released. That is going to be Daddy's little 'tax return' present . . . knock on wood.
3. Jordon and I are going to start video blogging. AKA: Oh yes, we're jumping on that band wagon. Theme ideas, please!
Last weekend's events included:
FRI: Jordon and I simultaneously doing the West Side Story and Hair lottery at once. We won the 'alternate' for WSS, but turns out 'alternate' is just another word for 'loser'. And some late night casualness on the Upper East Side complete with chicken fingers and sweet potato fries.
SAT: I met up with the MSU kids in the Park. Then, Bridget and I went to dinner at the noodle bar I've been meaning to try: Momofuku. While the pork bun I had may have been the first one I ever tried, I can safely say it was the best I've ever had. I also enjoyed their version of a spiced chocolate milk - horchata milk with a KICK . . . delicious. Then, Bridget and I ventured to a bar called Lit on the LES that also featured an interesting art exhibit at the rear. They had Hoegaarden on draft and played the best combination of music I've heard in a while. Then again, my musical taste mostly consists of the In the Heights cast recording 24/7 so perhaps the music was mediocre to some - who knows. Basically, I danced so hard I gave myself a stomach ache. That was INTENSE. An interesting thing happened when a student/child lit up a cigarette in the middle of the bar. This, of course, brought about a slight protest/riot and one man even spouted off the history of NY laws, such as "You haven't been able to smoke in New York bars for 10 years!" Hm. Needless to say, the smoking young man must have taken the name of the bar Lit a little too seriously . . . anddd I'll be here all week. Then I went to a crazy bar attached to a tranny lounge with an LJ-lookalike playing host and all of the music from her iPod . . . literally. It was a hoot. Then I went home, went to bed and woke up with hives . . . AGAIN. Maybe I'm allergic to latex. You know, because my sheets are made of latex.
SUN: I was 5 minutes late to my voice lesson AGAIN. See, I think I'm still a reliable person . . . you can always count on me being there . . . just five (or 10) minutes late. Then I tried an Italian restaurant on the UWS with Allison called La Vela. The food was okay . . . they made me a homemade minestrone supposedly from scratch (it had peas and broccoli in it?!) and I ordered gnocchi with a tomato cream sauce. The gnocchi was humongous and the sauce not broken, but hey, not everyone can cook like Dad and Nana. My only complaint with the place would be that the olive oil with the bread was green . . . maybe left over from St. Patty's day? Oh, that and they charged Allison twice on her credit card. But yea, it was Zagat-rated so . . . . right. And the best part of my Sunday . . . wait for it . . . was THIS:
in my . . . BEDROOM. On its back, but still kickin! Panic and chaos naturally ensued, involving screaming, shouting, saucepans being thrown onto wooden floors, Raid spraying everywhere, hyperventilating, cussing, Jordon screaming CALM DOWN until she actually saw the size of the thing, Allison chasing the wretched thing around my file cabinet, until finally the mother fucking beast croaked. Although, I think it was already dying from the poison it had ate earlier. Either way, I was spooked. And all I could hear was Tracy Jordan's "Creepy, Crawly" song from 30 Rock playing over and over in my head. While I have seen roaches and am generally okay when they are not in my BEDROOM, I've never seen one of this magnitude . . . stunning, really. The exterminator assured me that this was not your average roach, it was indeed of the 'waterbug' variety and had most likely come up from the basement. Yes, I live on the first floor. I feel that experience was part of my hazing as a New Yorker . . . which I'm pretty sure I failed. Unless of course flailing and whining like a little school girl exemplifies traits of one who resides in the NYC area. Hm. I'm thinking no.
Also, I just sent Jordon a picture of this shoe:
Her response was that it 'just took her breath away'.
hahahaha. Bet you guys cannot WAIT for our video blog. All that and so, so much more!
Must run. My bosom is heaving with hunger.
xoxo - gossip girl.
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