Need a last minute Mother's Day Present?

Just wanted to share some info on a special promo running Mother's Day Weekend for our Gossip Girl and Sex & the City Tours: Moms go free with the purchase of another ticket. Details here.

Or enter the contest. It's closing soon!

Want to go on a Tour of New York City SATC Style?

Who is ready for the second movie? Need a fix before it comes out?

Well, do I have a deal for you!

The very nice people at SATC Tour have deemed my readers worthy of taking The Sex and The City Tour on them! Don't live in New York? No Problem! These passes never expire. Here is some of the things the tour has to offer:

Tour Highlights:

· Shop at the store where Charlotte bought her "Rabbit"

· Stop at "Scout," the bar owned by Aidan

· Enjoy cupcakes like Carrie and Miranda

· Go on location to the art gallery in SoHo where Charlotte worked

· Shop at the hottest boutiques & stores in Greenwich Village

· Visit Buddakan, site of Carrie and Big’s wedding rehearsal dinner

· See new locations from Sex and the City: the Movie

Ready to go?

Here's how:

Contest will go until April 30, 2010.

How to Enter? I want to know your best SATC moment. Have you had a boyfriend who couldn't get it up? Has your housekeeper ever replaced your vibrator with the Virgin Mary? Issues with boyfriends/ husbands sitting naked on your white couch? A fabulous adventure with your girlfriends? You get the drift.

The winner will be the person who has the most creative/ embarrassing/ insane story. The more stories you have, the more chances you have to win! Feel free to leave as many comments as you want for better chances to win. Tell your Facebook friends about it, link to it from your blog. Whatever you feel necessary.

Contest Rules? There are no rules! All's fair in love and war, right? Just make sure I have a way to contact you if you win.

The winner will be announced on Friday, April 30, 2010 right here. So keep your eyes peeled!

Finally something to YaY! about.

Wish me luck!

I'm in the process of having a new permanent place to live (and I will of course reveal all the details to everyone as soon as everything can be out in the open). 

I need some good vibes because I don't know if I can take it if one more thing goes wrong.

It's only Tuesday but I can't wait to take a breather from the city for the weekend. Why has it been so long? Oh yea. My life fell apart. 

But we're picking up the pieces. 

I think this would be a nice addition in my new apartment, don't you think? Especially those who have been dealing with me for the past month or so. Keeping calm is not my forte. 

The last time I moved, I bought myself this handy dandy MacBook. This time I think I'm going to go the cheaper route and buy this (which is a clue as to where my new diggs will be- if all goes according to plan :-):

This beats my normal response, hands down.

What a fabulous thing to see first thing in the morning. Thank you, Overheard and thank you, Scott. You made my crappy Monday morning that much more bearable.

My normal response? "You telling me that is bad for your health." Lame. Thank you again, Scott, for making me up my game.

p.s.- if you happen to be the smoking queer, please contact me immediately so I can kiss you!

Double Trouble Dating.

Double Dating. Is it really a good idea? Ever? Anyone have a good story? Please feel free to share.

Anyway- my overall rating of the night was like 8.5 on a scale 1-10. . . but my friend would score it like a 2. Her date happened to big the biggest douchebag on the planet, and that's being nice.

I know I should have written this over the weekend, but I was hoping I might remember more of the details as the days went on. Obviously, I got drunk just like I planned. I treated it very casually, like it was just a bunch of friends going out together. Luckily, my date (who we will call Speedy) rocked. He was adorable, sweet, smart- you know all the things I want but are scared to death to accept? The one problem I had with him was the major one. He wasn't tall enough (And I don't want to hear it. I have ONE standard I will not budge on and it's height. I'm sorry. That's the way it is and if it means I will forever be alone then so be it. It can't be that hard to find an awesome guy that meets my height requirement- well, obviously it is, please refer to the long list of douchebag ex-boyfriends. But jeez- it's one simple request, people!)

So there we were, at Bowery Electric, a rock bar in the Village (When they say hole in the wall, they meant it. If you didn't know where you were going you would have missed this place. And why is it all New York bars look bigger and nicer on their websites? They should be sued for false advertising) and Speedy and I are laughing having fun, when I feel a hand on my leg. It's my friend. She looks at me, "Help me. Omg. All he has talked about is work, he hasn't asked me anything and he has been texting the whole time." Granted, this guy was like 45 minutes late for our agreed meeting time and he showed up in the suit I'm sure he wore to work- how inconsiderate can you be? I understand you work in finance and you take your job way to seriously but it's Friday night! Loosen up and have some fun! Strike one.

We decided it was time to make a change anyway, so we walked over to MacDougal and end up at Off the Wagon. If you ever decide you want to partake in the festivities there, don't. It's a Grade A college bar complete with the beer pong tables and sweaty crowds of under aged drunks- but they played good music. Which speaking of good music, Speedy and I went to get another round and when we came back, friend grabbed me. "He doesn't know who Gwen Stefani is." WHAT?! Who hasn't heard of Gwen Stefani? Half of a Strike for that one- he is a straight man, but come on. I decided to be a good friend and sent her to go get more drinks, go to the bathroom- something! anything!- to save her. I started talking to him about music and he said he doesn't listen to music. ever. He tunes out music. Like at the bar, he told me he was tuning it out and all he could hear was me. That's Strike Two, buddy. Who doesn't like some form of music?! Music is my life. Major Red flag!

Drunkenly, I kept turning to Speedy and saying "Ok. Here is the plan. Operation save Friend from Douchebag". He was very cute about keeping with the plan, but I would always forget what the plan was. He would lean in and whisper "I thought we were doing [whatever I stirred up as a good plan]" and I would remember but decide that wasn't good and come up with something else. I was trying really hard, Jillie, but at this point I had way too much to drink and wasn't thinking. And I kept getting side tracked and making out (but more on that later).

This is about the point in the night when Speedy and I went to smoke and I got yelled at by a very intoxicated girl for not knowing how to get to Jersey. I was giving him a hard time about living in Jersey City and how if we were to go on a date there I would need directions b/c all I know is you can get on the PATH. Apparently, she was just a little too attached to the damn state and started telling me exactly how to get there- there are boats, trains and buses apparently. Well, if Jersey is so damn great why are you partying in Manhattan?

When we got back inside, McDoucheBag apparently left my friend to go take a "phone call" and never came back. Strike Three! Not that she wanted him to come back (she literally spent the rest of the night ducking and ignoring his calls and texts) but who leaves a date for 20 minutes to take a phone call? Good riddance.

Speedy was a very good date. He walked me to the subway, where we made out like teenagers on the fence of the Basketball court (so tacky. but so much fun). It really sucks I had so much fun. We decided we needed to hang out again, sober and more like a real date and such. Wouldn't you know he called the next day and wanted to go out that night? (Don't you know about the 3 day rule?) I must have made a very large impression. . . or I just happen to have TWO very large impressions attached to my chest (joking. . .), no matter. He invited me to his Birthday Party for next weekend and we have plans for later this week.

Stay tuned.

I [heart] NY

1. I can go to any major city in the northeast for a bus fare less than $50. Next weekend my law school GBF and I will be continuing our adventures through the northeast (we have played in Baltimore and New York, our respective cities, only and we planned on traveling all over months ago, sad really) to DC next weekend (Originally we were going to play in Atlantic City, but my wardrobe isn't ready for Jersey yet)

2. New York City has the best filtration system in the country- or so I've heard. And I am a water addict, so good tap water is always a plus.

3. There is always a new fun store to go play in. I'm going to go to Soho (that's a LOT lower than 14th St., I know. I'm getting rebellious) this weekend and check out this Forever 21-esque boutique.

4. Chipotle. I know it's not a New York thing, but I can't get it in New Orleans, so I'm counting it. It's the most addicting Mexican(ish) food I've ever eaten. I will walk avenues and stand in line for this stuff, and that says something.

5. Chipotle and Bryant Park. Both are extremely close to my office and getting a steak burrito and catching up with an old friend in Bryant Park with good weather was one of the highlights of my week. I normally don't like to eat outside because I hate smelling like outside, but it was so worth it. Plus, this summer the park is having a film festival during the summer where you can watch movies in the park. That is totally amazing perfect date material.

I can see your future

Today after hanging out with my roommate's family on the Upper West Side (there is a Crocs store! And they make heels now! You bet your ass when I get some moneys I will be buying them!) I decided to go to one of the many street fairs they have all over the city throughout the weekends (this one happened to be in midtown on 6th Ave). I wanted to get a cute and unique graduation gift for a family friend.

Anyway, I found a gift- along with a few cute things for me- and as I was walking around a lady stopped me and said something so personal about me, I froze. I looked at the booth she was standing in front of, and (of course) it was a fortune teller. I really didn't have the money for a reading and I generally don't put much faith in that (it's usually just for fun) but what she said really got to me. So I sat down and had a few more things said that was quite shocking and then I walked off, a little lightheaded and a lot motivated.

No, I'm not telling you what she said, because in all honesty, I am very insecure in what my actual dream in life is and I don't feel like hearing the criticism (especially when I get it from myself daily) but of course she also added in there when I will meet my soulmate because apparently he is looking for me, too. (I'm telling you- My Prince Charming must be too stubborn to ask for directions) (which I should meet him in about 6 weeks. . . not so bad after waiting 26 effin years!) and that I will live a long healthy life and die from natural causes (good to know! I guess I won't be quitting smoking anytime soon!) and of course the stuff general enough that anyone could apply to themselves- I am determined, stubborn and don't like people to know I'm lonely.

We'll see. . .

I [heart] NY

So in an effort to learn to love this place I am living in, instead of a weekly random thoughts entry (which I hardly ever do anymore anyway), I will do a "I [heart] NY" entry and try to think of as many things as I can about why I love it here. . . . and maybe, just maybe, it will start to feel more like a home.

So let's get started:

1. I can buy really cute clothes in random places (i.e. Port Authority, inside the subway station, street festivals, etc.) Which I totally did last night! omg. The sundresses are adorable!!

2. On that note, I can do random things like go to a Bowling Alley/ Bar/ Nightclub in the middle of Port Authority. Again, which I totally did last night. I don't know why we frequent that bowling alley so much, we never bowl.

3. I can have my groceries delivered to my apartment. which I need to order desperately. . . if I had money!

4. I can learn a different language just by opening my window and listening (in case I ever wanted to learn a different language, which I don't) (ok. this can also be a con, especially when said language speakers are speaking wayyy past my bedtime)

5. I can walk to one of the prettiest oldest parks in Manhattan, Fort Tryon Park. I will make a whole entry about this, because it was amazing.

6. It's June and I am still wearing a pashmina. Once that recockulous heat wave left, the weather went back to being gorgeous. Not so hot you want to kill yourself, but cool enough to rock a scarf and get away with it.

7. Eye Candy on the train. Granted, I personally think this city has a hot boy draught (I know many will beg to differ- but remember I don't even look at them unless they are taller than 6'2) and it's always fun to have a random attractive male riding in your subway car giving you something to look forward to when the commute is taking forever.

I know it's a short list, but I have to save some for next week!