Tuesday, December 16, 2008

proof that new york is having its way with me

sunday afternoon evie and i went with two of our friends, amy and stefanie, to see the christmas tree at rockefellar center. as we approached the tree, we passed a guy dressed up as santa claus. the thing was that he wasn't right at the tree, just kind of in the middle of this crowd. evie and i had our arms linked, trying to keep warm together, and we passed a father who was saying to his young daughter, "do you want to go see santa?" as soon as we passed him, evie said, "yeah santa's probably a perv," just as i said aloud, "umm, that santa is probably just a random homeless guy."

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

i run like a little old lady

i keep my arms bent and tucked in, even though i try to keep them as if i were holding ski poles, and i try to keep my chest out and open (for maximum oxygen intake... or something). short legs do not make for great strides, so i usually end up shuffling along. i'm sure it looks like i'm barely even lifting my feet, but that i am, because evie and i are now up to 3.5 miles every morning. this is a major difference from the amount of running i did in high school.

i ran a lot (i.e., the least amount possible) for soccer, and ran a mile daily for cheerleading practice (and by "ran a mile daily" i mean i ran/walked a mile daily). i hated every bit of it. you might be thinking, but casey, you ran track in middle school. well, that i did, friend, that i did. but that was middle school, and i ran hurdles. the only previous times i've ever liked running have been when i was racing and beating a boy, running to score a soccer goal, or chasing someone with food.

but now i'm somehow beginning to like it. it's not that i like throbbing calves, or shin splints, or wind in my face that's so cold i have trouble breathing. it's not so much that i even like the act of running itself, i just love how it makes me feel. which, i'm pretty sure, is how crackheads feel about crack cocaine, but i digress.

basically what i wanted to say is this: i run like an old woman. now, someone go buy me a neon tracksuit, white sneakers, and a walkman, and i'll be ready to go.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

bad thai

our neighbors/friends (neighbriends?) laura and delia live less than a minute's walk from evie's and my apartment. this is awesome. it makes me feel like i'm on the tv show friends, except that there is no audience laughter, nor are there any cute boys around. anyway, it's incredibly nice to have them so close - to cook dinners together, for watching tv & movies, and to have what we call our new york family. also, delia and i are able to relish in the glory that is acc sports. when anyone makes fun of us for being crazed fans, we stick up for one another, hate on tim tebow and coach k together, and take solace in the fact that the acc is amazing. never has a hurricane so loved a tar heel (and vice versa).

anyway, delia left yesterday for thanksgiving in florida, and evie made her way to nj to meet up with her boyfriend shane, and his family, who are there until thursday. given our roommates' absences, laura and i decided to have a night in together, complete with casino royale, dinner, some wine, and a bar of dark chocolate. i recently bought two skinny bitch books. one, skinny bitch in the kitch, is chock full of yummy-sounding recipes, and we decided to make their vegan-friendly, diabetes-hating, healthy version of pad thai. let me say this: i. love. pad. thai. yes, i used 3 more periods than necessary. that's how much i love pad thai. and last night was no different. it was delicious. the amount we made was massive, enough for a full plate for the both of us, plus some leftover for laura's lunch today. we even played it safe, and stopped when we got just barely full (this is impressive for me, as i usually eat enough for two, and thus often have a third trimester-esque food baby belly). laura and i agreed that it was one of the better meals we've made, and we had to make it in the future for delia and evie.

cut to the end of casino royale, a shared dark chocolate bar, and a bit of wine later, and it's bedtime. awesome.

wrong. it is not awesome.

i woke up at 2:01AM. i know it was 2:01 exactly because that is the exact time that flashed on the dvd player the moment i woke up to the senstion of a tingling jaw and salivating mouth. i know this feeling, and i do not like it. i love binging, but absolutely loathe purging. i rarely vomit, and when i do, i am reduced to feeling like a child. everytime someone is sick, i think they want for their momma and daddy, but something about being sick to your stomach is gut-wrenching, and not just literally. the only times i've ever had stomach flus were when i was little, i never get food poisoning, and "throwing up" is not a part of my hangover vocabulary. i got up from laura's couch, got to her bathroom, came face-to-face with the toilet, annnnnnd... nothing. the feeling went away. so i meandered back to the couch, laid down slowly, and took deep breaths. then i fell back asleep.

one hour later. same thing. same feeling, same routine, same return to the couch. i fell back asleep, and one hour later, OH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME? it happenend again.

2:01AM, 3:01AM, 4:21AM, 5:0something, 5:21 (what is up with the 1's?!), and finally 6:20AM. that damn jaw tingling, watery mouth, and the feeling that there is someone's fist twisting and turning in the top of my stomach.

the thought this must be what it's like to have morning sickness actually occured to me, and in my queasy, sleepy state of mind, so-help-me-god if i ever get pregnant and this is my affliction, i think i even promised myself that i wouldn't ever allow that to happen.

while we're on the subject, i guess it's important to note that it was most definitely the pad thai, and not pregnancy, that caused my interrupted sleep. unless i am unknowingly 7 months pregnant, and one of those women who goes about their lives until one day they have a stomach cramp, go to the bathroom, and - surprise! - out pops a baby; it was the pad thai.

luckily this was confirmed, when, on one of my trips back to the couch i clumsily bumped into a wall and knocked one of laura and delia's decorations a'swingin'. this prompted laura to come out of her room to ask me if i had just puked, becuase, low-and-behold, she was also feeling queasy, and she, too had almost vom'ed.

6:30AM rolls around, and finds laura and i upset because, what the fuck, pad thai!? how dare you do this to us! you were supposed to be healthier, yet just-as-enjoyable as your sugar-ridden alternative. we were even going to show you off and make you for our friends. the last time (the only other time?) i got food poisoning was in high school, after a family dinner at blue bay seafood restaurant. blue bay and i haven't spoken since. but you see, i never loved blue bay like i love pad thai. i've already been through one break-up this year, and now this?

maybe i just need a break. maybe i should just go on about my life, and have a passionate love affair with another food. i just hope that if this is what happens, pad thai doesn't come back into my life in the future and accuse me of cheating. because if that's what happens, i, like ross does to rachel, will have to remind pad thai that we were on a break.

Monday, November 24, 2008


it is cold as balls in this city.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

just a thought

i think an appropriate question to ask, when considering dating someone younger, is: which SAT scores do you go by?

deep thoughts by casey...

what is the meaning of life?

is there a god?

will i marry?

do the snozberries really taste like snozberries?

is tupac really dead?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

maybe one day i can write for them


Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Monday, November 03, 2008

nyc marathon

yesterday, evie and i went into the city to watch some of the ing new york city marathon. just a reminder - the 26.2 (26.2!!!) mile route takes runners through all 5 boroughs, and ends in central park. i have to say, this is probably one of the best things i've seen since i've been in new york. i know it doesn't sound very exciting - watching thousands of people run in the not-yet-but-sure-feels-like freezing cold, but it was. very much so.

first of all, crowds gathered all over the city to cheer people on. passerbys wore clothing and bore signs of support. i even saw a baby in a plain white onesie that read, "go mommy go!" secondly, the runners themselves were just as entertaining. there were people in capes, crazy outfits, wearing flags of their nationality, tutus. there was a santa claus, two blues brothers (donned in suits, hats, and sunglasses), even someone dressed as borat. people ran with cameras, some with flags. others gave thumbs-ups, and even better were the sights of runners either catching sight of, or hearing their families cheering them on, and the moments they took to run to the side for a kiss, hug, or handshake. some runners even ran along the barricades at the turn near the queensboro bridge where we first stood, pumping up the crowd, telling them to "make some fuckin' noise" to return the favor of pumping up the runners.

we made our way from the queensboro bridge to central park. our second viewing found the runners 10 miles later, and noticeably more exhausted. we were close to the peak of a steady incline on the path they were running (though we didn't realize the hill until we later walked away). this time around, we were closer to the runners, and able to see that most of them had their names written, or sewn onto their shirts. this resulted in what was my favorite part about watching the race. everyone in the crowd shouted every name they could, cheered every steve, julie, tom, amy, and even a big sexy, on to the finish. everyone that came out to watch rallied on the runners, and the best part was that they really appreciated it. they needed the encouragement, and they showed their gratitude as they passed.

now let me wax-poetic. i am not a long-distance runner. never have been, and i'm not sure i ever will be. maybe it's because i have such short legs, or maybe i just have small lungs and never realized it. i can sprint, i actually like sprinting, but i can barely make it 3 miles without feeling like i might fall over. evie, our friend laura, and i have taken to running half-an-hour each morning before we get ready for work, and i think last week i commented that it felt like my calves were going to vomit. anyway, watching this race yesterday (here comes the poetry) was really inspiring. i'm actually kind of wanting to make an attempt at running this race. 2009, maybe 2010, but at least once before i leave new york (whenever that may be). i mean, i saw elderly men and women running, a guy with a broken arm, another with prosthetic legs from the knee down, even one man ran by on one leg and crutches, his left leg amputated. what's my excuse?

ryan reynolds, an actor, decided to run this year. there'd been some coverage of his decision to run, and i think his sentiments reflect mine when he said on his team fox page:
"Let it be known at the outset, I am not a runner. I am a running joke. Waking up at 4:30 am and jogging anywhere from 11 to 23 miles has been nothing short of horrifying. Although, I've never given birth to a professional basketball player through one of my tear ducts, I can't imagine a worse way to start the day. Conversely, some people have real problems. I digress..."

i've said repeatedly that i hate running, that i could never do cross-country, or run a marathon, but i also said repeatedly in the past that i could never, ever be a vegetarian, and most of you know that i gave that a shot. i'm not sure if i'll follow through on this, but at least for the moment, it's something that i think i'd like to challenge myself to. we'll see what happens...


evie and i went as tweedle dee and tweedle dum. a good night with really great people.


the title of this post is also that of a great song by the avett brothers. look it up online - youtube, or itunes, or whatever other program you may use to listen to music. anyway, last weekend (oct 23rd-27th) i had the chance to go home. i'll be brief, but suffice it to say the trip very good.

ever since i moved away for school, my favorite thing about being at home has been how comforting it is. really, i just love the feeling of laying on the couch watching whatever is on tv, not having to worry about anything else except where we're going to eat dinner that night.

my aunt pam also came into town for the visit, and it was so nice to have everyone there. i was able to meet my niece sophia, hang out with my nephew owen (and if you know me, you know how over-the-top obsessed i am with them), relax with matthew and priscilla, and be with my momma, daddy, and aunt.

the first night i was home, my brother commented on how funny it was how quickly everything just goes back to normal. as soon as i was home, i was back in priscilla's old sweatshirt that i always wear, curled up on their couch, watching whatever owen wanted to watch on tv. it was almost like no time had passed at all. i think matthew's words were something like, "isn't it strange how you just go right back to being my little sister, and not the independent new yorker starting her first job?" i think that wraps up perfectly the feeling i get when i go home. i can cast off any ounce of independence i've gained (not a bad thing in this case), and revert back to complete comfort.

when i got back, i was pretty homesick. aunt pam sent me this email that explains it a little better than i can:
"that 'homesick' feeling will continue to some degree for all of your life. it's a measure of loving & being loved. accompanying that will also be gratitude to 'get back' into your other life. it also affects those of us whom you 'leave' as we feel the sadness of missing you combined with pride & happiness for you."

Thursday, October 16, 2008

you might see me on mtv

so, this will only be interesting if you're familiar with mtv's reality show, "the hills."

my coworkers and i just noticed some paparazzi and camera crews filming at vento, an italian restaurant across from where we work. i walked down to see who it was, and turns out whitney port was having lunch and filming for her new reality show "the city."i accidentally walked in front of one of the cameras, so i had to sign a waiver in case i'm in one of the shots. i'm sure i won't be, but it'd be pretty funny if you could see me breeze by, trying to fake like i had no idea what was going on.

freebies from work

i'm keeping a running list of things i've been able to take home (for free) from leftover commercial shoots at work:

: an electic tea kettle
: a king-sized laura ashley pillow (w/just the right cushioning!)
: shams and covers for said pillow
: a cookbook devoted to bread recipes
: a chinese cooking cookbook
: curtain rods
: an entire bag of random american apparell clothes - metallic tights, gold tube tops, hot shorts, leg warmers, sweatbands, mesh body suits, etc.

i think i'm set for life if i ever need clothes for a 1980s or flashdance party.

Monday, October 13, 2008


i neglected to mention college football is another reason why i love fall. especially this year. go heels!


for years i haven't been able to decide what my favorite season is. i haven't even been a fairweather season fan - changing my mind every time the season changed. but i have officially decided that fall is my favorite. although there's something equally exciting about the hints of warmth that come with spring, i just really love the bite of fall. the leaves changing colors is just so pretty, and it reminds me of taking trips to boone to visit my grandparents and aunt when i was little. my gradparents, mother lib & daddy jim, used to rake up humongous piles of leaves in their yard and i would run and jump into them, and just thrash around like i was seisuring. i know this is a cliched image of fall, and probably a memory shared by thousands, but i like to pretend it's all mine.

the leaves also remind me of playing in the backyard with my brother when i was little. i think we just called it the fall game, or maybe the "who can catch the most falling leaves" game. either way, that's the gist - we ran around and caught leaves. maybe i'm biased, but our backyard was perfect for it. covered in trees, bordered by hilly woods - my backyard is the best backyard ever for the fall game. when we still had our trampoline, i used to lay down and look up at the sky - it was like a blanket of treetops with just a hole cut in it so that i could see the random plane fly over. i would always try to wave them down, and i'd imagine that the planes would land and whisk me away to disney world. for real.

another reason why i love fall is because as soon as the first halloween decoration goes up, i'm reminded that the holidays are coming up. i love how immediately thanksgiving follows halloween, and christmas thanksgiving. i cannot get enough. i am convinced that i will forever bounce between being an 8 year old and an old woman. i'm either acting like i'm in 2nd grade, or enjoying a crossword puzzle and an early bedtime, and i imagine that fall is the favorite season of little kids and oldies alike. although i'm sure summer is actually the preferred season for children worldwide.

anyway, fall is another reason why i'm loving brooklyn - because it actually exists here. trees do grow in brooklyn, and i think the leaves were at their brightest yellow this past weekend. hence my sudden nauseating splurge of autumn-lovin'.

for a city that has everything, i'm not sure new york can satisfy my craving for pumpkin patches, apple picking, and corn shucking.

north cackalack

before i'd even moved to nyc, and moreso since i've been here, i've been hearing a lot about this restaurant, brother jimmy's, with several locations throughout the city. it's dedicated to the acc, and more specifically, north carolina. at the location where i was saturday night for dinner, the state itself is painted on the wall in carolina blue, with several cities (asheville, lexington, durham, chapel hill, raleigh, and others) pointed out, complete with a list of the best bbq restaurants in said cities. the fact that the victorious unc vs. notre dame football game was on tv only made me more appreciative to be there. of course i know how obnoxious my fondness for north carolina is, and the fact that evie relentlessly makes fun of me for my unc fandom (which she sees as outrageous, and i see as innate) only reminds me that i am, in fact, obnoxious about it. but i can't really help it. i love being in new york, but i know i can't spend the rest of my life here. who knows where i'll end up eventually, but being here has really made me realize just how wonderful a state north carolina is. i've never met someone who isn't already, or at least hasn't become a fan of the state itself.

this also brings to mind that my trip home is quickly approaching! i'll be down south october 23rd-27th, to visit my family, and to meet my newborn niece sophia. i'm so excited to go home. i love my family so much, and i'm really looking forward to relaxing and just hanging out with them.

did i mention that brother jimmy's had cheerwine? CHEERWINE. my favorite soft drink in the world cheerwine. invented in my hometown of salisbury, nc cheerwine. rarely heard of outside of the carolinas cheerwine. it even came in the old-fashioned bottles reminiscent of hap's grill in downtown salisbury. i thought i'd died and gone to heaven.

Friday, October 10, 2008

un update from stacey

so my best friend in the whole world (literally) moved to spain on october 7th. i would be sad if i weren't so proud of her, and if it didn't mean i get to visit. luckily, thanks to the wonders of modern technology, and the world wide interweb, i've been able to chat with her, and even see her via videochat. she sent me something she wrote tonight (she's 6 hours ahead), and i loved it so much that i couldn't resist sharing:

It's 21:00. I'm sitting outside at one of the many scattered tapas restaurant in Barcelona on a street called Ramblas de Catalunya. My friend Crystal with whom I have accompanied on this European excursion is probably somewhere in a real hotel, being wined and dined by her computer programming, paid 3 week vacation boyfriend, who is leaving Barcelona to go back to Raleigh tomorrow morning. This means that I am staying by myself in a hostel that reminds me of the mental images conjured by Elie Wisel's Night. Seriously. Imagine a kid's bedroom in a trailer with its meth-shooting mother and alcoholic father, with three sets of bunked beds, more narrow than a Hinton James dorm room. I cried a little when I walked in. Fucking spoiled Americans. There is a man playing an instrument quite like a mountain hammer dulcimer. He's short and dark skinned. I like him. Everywhere around me at this outdoor cafe, rich Americans are talking about the weird "Spainish" stuff that they've experienced.

Barcelona is like the small dog capital of the world. At any hour of the day, furry cat-sized dogs sprinkle the streets with their owners quickly in tow. However, unlike in America, it is not okay to use baby voices to talk to the dogs. For some reason, we like to rush up to a cute pooch and coo like a grandma on crack, and everybody seems to except it as not only normal, but gratifying. The attitude is like, I bought this dog to get myself attention, so you better notice it, bitches. It's not like that here.

A guy just completely busted his ass on a skateboard right in front of me and all the other Americans. We stared. People falling never fails to make me chuckle.

Young people love to make out here. Anywhere really. Street corners, cafes, bars...I even saw a couple making out on a scooter while stopped for pedestrians at a cross-walk. This was no small feat, mind you, because their helmets engulfed their heads like that creepy huge baby guy's in circ de sole.

I really want to get a scooter. But honestly, I've only ever seen one petrol station in the 7 hours that I've spent wandering around, lost and bitching about how my feet hurt so bad that they must be rotting from the inside out. Maybe I should try to procure some shoes that aren't rainbow flip-flops. Barcelonians don't wear flip-flops. Damn stupid Americans.

I'm hoping that the waiter will notice my empty wine glass. The thought of going back to that hostel without at least a bottle in me makes me want become a cutter. I asked for white wine, vino blanca, but I got red. The kind of red wine that is so disgusting it burns your esophagus with every swig. I need another.

I've developed a mild whooping cough. Probably because since my arrival a short three days ago, I have smoked like 4 packs of cigarettes. It's necessary, believe me. You can smoke everywhere. It's kind of like a 19 year old who spends a semester abroad, drinking more than a 275lb fratty rugby player at keg party. "Hey, I'm allowed to drink here! Fuck yeah, let's get WASTED BAHHHHHH!" I can smoke here? FUCK yeah, light that bitch on up.

Sweet. My jarringly loud "Por favor, uno mas?" actually caught the attention of the waiter six tables down. It also afforded me about 13 death glances from my fellow Americans. Whatever. None of them are spending the night in squalor for eight hours at my Krakow-esque hostel.

My Spanish is really terrible. All that bullshitting to everyone at home, including myself, that I am "conversational" is completely false. Obviously I can't even order white wine correctly. Remind me to work on that.

I am convinced that I absolutely must marry a rich old man. I feel like I'm spending money like a rapper in a strip club, making it rain all over bars throughout the city. Whatever, I'm going to max out my citibank credit card and hope that it is one of the banks that gets screwed by this whole sub-prime housing fuck-up back home and I never have to pay it back. Thank you Fannie May and Freddy Mac, thank you.

That is all for now. Me encanta Barcelona!!! OLE.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

tina fey

good news! tina fey has signed a book deal with little, brown & company. though it's said that it will be more humor writing (similar to nora ephron's writing) than memoir, you can bet i'll be reading it.


speaking of my idol, only a few more weeks until 30 rock season 3 premieres.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

yes we can

my favorite panhandler sign to date:

"obama isn't the only one who wants change"


warning: this will be a boring post. it's more for my own sake than anything else.

last night i went to see my favorite band, weezer, perform live at madison square garden. they played with tokyo police club, a band i'd never heard of, and angels & airwaves, which i had. it was the third, and hopefully not last, time i'll see them in concert. i went sophomore year of high school to see them in raleigh, then sophomore year of college to see them perform at george mason university, outside of d.c. i've said this once, and i'll say it again - i'll drive wherever or pay whatever price to see them play. anyway, it was really good. they're amazing live. i kept up with the setlist, wrote it down, and it played out as follows:

my name is jonas
pink triangle
perfect situation
say it ain't so
keep fishin'
undone |the sweater song| (angels&airwaves'
tom delonge joined)
pork & beans
dope nose
el scorcho
a cover of oasis' "what's the story morning glory"
the greatest man that ever lived |variations on a shaker hymn|

they ended here, and then of course made an encore. except instead of just coming back on by themselves, they brought on about 20-30 people with them, all holding some sort of instrument. there were trumpets, trombones, flutes, guitars... pretty sure i also heard a cowbell. anyway, the group they brought on were lucky, lucky fans. i'm not sure how they were arranged. together they all played:

island in the sun
beverly hills

then weezer made one more encore and finished the show with:

a cover of nirvana's "silver"
buddy holly

such a good concert.

Monday, September 22, 2008

can i be the chocolate to your milk?

"hey snowflake!"
"hey. hey ladies!... hey, snowbunnies!"

sitcoms and movies give the impression that men know no limits in the city; that cat calling is a constant. and although my pisces-ness lends me to being impractical, i know better than to believe everything i see onscreen. so imagine my surprise when i get up here and, come to find out, it's the norm. though i don't think i'll ever really get used to it, or accept it as "normal," i'm growing accustomed to it. we've heard whoops, whistles, and endless comments, but my favorite have been racially motivated. they're funny, and original, and though dropping them won't tempt me any further into the arms of these callers, they've at least made me laugh.

Friday, September 19, 2008

humble beginnings

first of all, welcome. thank you for your interest in my goings-on here in the big city. some of you may have kept up with my blog from studying abroad in coleraine, northern ireland; others may have not. either way, i've had requests to write another, and i aim to please. if you want to keep up with what's going on, then feel free to check in on me from time to time.

last time around, i wrote on a (somewhat)daily basis. this time, i probably won't be as consistent, but bear with me. rather than rambling on about my each and every day, i'll use this as a platform to share my random thoughts and happenings. i might spill about the mundane (like that i've read 4 books since i've been here, and i just started my 5th - thanks to my daily subway commute). i might brag about the thrilling and unexpected (like my run-in with kevin connolly and michael phelps on the set of entourage, and a separate close encounter with lebron james). i'll share my scary moments (like when i almost got hit by a bike yesterday. seriously, the guy's bag literally grazed my chest as he pedaled by at full-speed. it was my fault). and there's a good chance you'll find me mentally vomiting my encounters with the kind of crazy only new york can possess (like the man on the street who responded to my "hi" with a "y'all get the fuck on!" or the man who, 2 seconds after evie and i walked in front of him, let loose a stream of urine onto the subway tracks and an incomprehensible stream of mutterings. we have come to the frightening conclusion that he must have had his family jewels out when we breezed by.)

if you're looking for censorship, you should close this page now, and forget that at any moment, i might be typing away. but if you're interested in what interests me, then stop by anytime.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

who am i?

i'm casey.

i like writing, improv-ing, eating, breathing, and guessing games.

i'm originally from salisbury, nc (heeeeey petey pablo!) and now live in new york city (heeeeey jay z!).

you can contact me at caseyscline@gmail.com.