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.,,20231468,00.html

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