Surrounding yourself with great people in life

Is a must and I need to start remembering that.

Sometimes when you graduate from college and you and your friends disburse to opposite ends of the universe, its imperative to keep in contact (I am a terrible friend in that sense).
(And this is where I get on the soap box.)

Because one day you're going to be sitting alone in a big city and have no idea what the hell is going on with you or your life or the world in general and slowly driving yourself crazy. Then in one much needed conversation, it all comes together. You'll remember the person you once were and all the things that made you amazing. You will remember the you that you spent years fighting for. Face to face with that person people love and adore. It might not be an exact replica of the current you, but those good qualities are still there and that's all that matters. I remember the qualities that I once had and I realize I haven't turned into someone I hate.

I am strong. I am passionate. I am smart. I am extremely lucky and fortunate. I am blessed. And being gorgeous doesn't hurt either.

I am goddamn AMAZING.

(Have I mentioned I have some pretty damn amazing friends?)
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Omigod, Shoes.

So after one too many Stellas at the Wrap Up Party (which was super duper fun. On the beach in Long Island City with the most breath taking view of the city ever. Even though I froze my ass off. Is Mother Nature aware it's fucking May?), I came home to 2 boxes waiting for me and it was like goddamn Christmas. I ripped into those boxes in the middle of my kitchen shrieking "Michael! Stevie! Blowfish! Oh, my!"





I am so ready for summer.
The best part?
I'm still waiting for 3 more pairs. . . but if anyone asks, I only bought 4.

I'm still a little weirded out with wearing open-toe and flip flops in the city. Last night I had to buy some flip flops at the Gap for the Beach Party (I had suede ankle boots on. Yea, attention to details are not my forte) and it was really weird- like wearing flip flops on Bourbon Street. I'm scared someone is going to step on my toesies.

I was soooo right.

Grunge is BACK!

(Granted, Mary Kate never left the trend, Jessica is from Texas where it is a must have and that is probably the same flannel from Jared's Jordan Catalano days, I'm telling you. It's back.)

A terrible case of the Mondays.

Dear Bed,

I know.
I know I have been a horrible excuse of an inhabitant. I know I have been neglecting you and that does not make you feel loved and appreciated. And I also know if I were you, I'd be upset too. I recognize my faults and I am trying to fix this. But I do want you to know, that it is not because my feelings for you have changed. I am still as in love with you as the day I brought you home from Ikea. And I would like nothing more to spend every unwaking moment as possible with you, but sometimes it just doesn't work that way. I would love for our relationship to move forward and for us to spend more time together. Please don't give up on me, I need you in my life.

Sincerely,
NQ

Mondays are really starting to suck. This is a new experience for me. Normally, Mondays sucks as much as any other weekday, but lately I have been noticing a growth in the sucky department and now I get the phrase "a case of the Mondays". YaY for more growing pains, like I don't have enough of them already.

Lately, I have been having the uncontrollable desire to cry all the time. At the drop of a hat, my eyes fill with tears. It's getting a little recockulous. If you know me personally, you know I'm not a crier. The closest I come to emotionally crying is at a really good movie or a wedding. Ok, maybe I need to take that back. I might be a little bit of a crier but it's only for a damn good reason. Wedding vows and The Notebook are damn good reasons, if I do say so myself.

Speaking of The Notebook. . . . .

This was the last weekend of the Film Festival and I had a great time. It was an amazing experience and I can't wait for next year! I met some really awesome people (and some wackos) but even though I've been dead dog tired, I wouldn't trade it for all the extra hours of sleep I could stand (No offense, Bed, you know you're my number 1).

So, last night I worked at the DGA Theater where they showed Lou Reed's Berlin. It was the most hectic shift I've ever worked (even more than the multi-theater at Village East- that was fun. I got to watch Trucker, which was really awesome and one of the Venue Managers kept me entertained as he shamelessly networked while keeping me company during the very boring escalator duty). There were lots of "celebs". The ones I recognized were Jade Jagger (actually I didn't recognize her, someone said her name) and the old guy from Law and Order (I had to Google is name, its Richard Belzer). Lou Reed was there, too, but I wasn't impressed (I originally thought it was The La Bamba guy). Apparently this film was really good, but it was just a concert on film to me. Ok. Back on track . .

Setting: Outside the theater doors trying to direct the traffic of people letting the ticket holders know they needed to go through a different door than the badge holders.

Girl notices a ticket holder. "Ticket holder? Both doors are open". (Girl notices there are a lot of guys in flannel. wonders if it's making a comeback?)
Guy turns around. Guy is Ryan Gosling. (Ryan fucking Gosling.)
Girl forgets how to speak and just points to where he needs to go. Girl makes eye contact with another volunteer and they silently freak out and then compose themselves quickly so no one notices.

Guy (as in Ryan fucking Gosling) brings date to their seats then returns to girl. Girl informs him he needs a readmit ticket to get back into the theater. Guy smiles and thanks her. Girl forgets how to speak again and legs turn to jelly.

Guy goes to the lower level of the theater to do press and never returns. Girl is disappointed.

Ok. seriously. That actually happened. He is so beautiful. His head looked a little too big for his body, I think he has fallen into the manorexia trend, but his smile. OMG. His smile. Almost as hot as this:
Seen The Notebook?


And that was my big celebrity sighting, making it all worth it.

Tonight is the Wrap Up Party and I wish I could be more energized, but it doesn't look like this extra cup of coffee is working.

And so the countdown begins until I get to go home. 4 more days. I am refusing to get excited about it so soon because then the week will take forever to get over with. Which I have a feeling it won't, being that I am booked up all week and I have lots of things to look forward to(Tonight, party. Tomorrow, more partying. Wednesday, dying the hair and hopefully starting to pack. Thursday, dinner date. Friday, get my ass on the plane) .


Anyone a Brothers and Sisters fan? The end of last night's episode. . .seriously, one of the sweetest proposals ever. "Because I changed the light bulbs?" A-dorable. And guess what I did?

If you guessed cried, I've got a gold star waiting for you.

So sure we were on something.

I'm reading Angels by Marian Keyes and this has got to be my favorite theory ever:

Our lives are so awful because our guardian angels have gone on sabbaticals, and that currently we are being minded by temps who take no pride in their work

And apparently mine is flirting with a boy angel or on lunch break or dropping LSD to think buying 2 bottles of wine on a Thursday night was a good plan.

Heaven help the poor soul who gets this drunk dial.

bad decisions

Have you ever looked at a picture of someone (or seen the person in real life) you've slept with and winced? What the fuck were you thinking?

Not only has he seen YOU naked, you've seen HIM naked and that was a tragic judgement call impaired by alcohol if there ever was one.

Yea. I've just had one of those. It kind of makes me feel dirty.

Hello, Lover.

alternative title: Why I love living in New York.

My feet were just treated to the most luxurious thing that could ever be put on them. What could I possibly be talking about?

Manolo.
Manolo fucking Blahniks.

Sample sale. at lunch. A-mazing. Almost orgasmic. (well as orgasmic as it could be being in a room full of crazed women)

I fell in LOVE with this gorgeous pair of black suede pumps. The front part was loafer-like and the loafer part was grey. The heel wasn't too recockulous. . . perfect, I tell you.

BUT

they didn't have the pair to it.

Now let's all get in a circle and pray to the Manolo gods that they find the pair and call me. Those shoes NEED me to rock them. The moment I saw them they had Nicotine Queen written all over them.