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Sunday, August 29, 2010
So we're moving to Jersey City, me and Gina. I hate moving, I don't want to move, I have no money to move and will be in debt for a year, my new room is smaller than my current room and we'll have to share a bathroom.
Except for that I'm pretty excited about it, though.
Except for that I'm pretty excited about it, though.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I'm on a strange little staycation until my new job begins on September 13th. I'm trying to stay productive (keep the house relatively clean, go out every day, not go to bed at dawn) but it's pretty nice. I'm nervous about the new job, of course, but I'm trying not to think about it and just enjoy my free time. As much as you can enjoy free time on virtually no income, that is. The unemployment system is riddled with problems and delays in payment.
Still, I have a good support and I'm enjoying getting enough sleep regularly.
Still, I have a good support and I'm enjoying getting enough sleep regularly.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I've been posting links like crazy to the Kids in the Hall Facebook page as their whirlwind media blitz continues... meanwhile, Gina found out about a screening of On the Waterfront that would be occurring on the Hoboken waterfront, where the movie was actually filmed. We invited my mom and had a very Hoboken-y picnic of sandwiches from Luca Brasi's, and potato salad and watermelon and grapes and popcorn.
I'd never seen it before. It was pretty wonderful. Moving, tense, heartbreaking. I guess I "get" Brando. He's not my favorite, but he sure was good at what he did.
I'd never seen it before. It was pretty wonderful. Moving, tense, heartbreaking. I guess I "get" Brando. He's not my favorite, but he sure was good at what he did.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I spent the night on Roosevelt Island with my folks last night. Woke up this morning from the couch to my dad watching "The Quiet Man" for roughly the seventeen-billionth time. No wonder I dreamed about Maureen O'Hara and John Wayne.
On a whim, I asked Dad to accompany me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where we spent a lovely afternoon wandering the Egyptian Wing, the Medieval Wing, Arms & Armor. Dad prattled on about the different types of swords and armor and how the ones they used in the SCA differed.
He's so cute, really.
On a whim, I asked Dad to accompany me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where we spent a lovely afternoon wandering the Egyptian Wing, the Medieval Wing, Arms & Armor. Dad prattled on about the different types of swords and armor and how the ones they used in the SCA differed.
He's so cute, really.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Today was a day, all right. An epic day. A strange, surreal, wonderful day.
It started out early. Unfortunate hormonal circumstances would not deter me from my appointed duties. I put on a suit and went for a job interview. It was a very good job interview, and I am normally terribly nervous at job interviews. But this one seemed to go well. I was told I'd hear in the next week or two. I went and had a marvelous lunch with my friend, the Divine Miss Myers, at an incredibly delicious tapas place in the East Village that I won't tell you the name of because it's quite small and I want to always get a table.
I was called later this afternoon and offered the job.
I was called while waiting in the lobby of NBC Studios at Rockefeller Center to meet my friend Nina and my friends, the Kids in the Hall, and watch them do a taping of "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon". Scott emailed me and invited me to go with them a couple night ago, because Scott is a warm, wonderful human being full of goodness. I cannot say enough good things about Scott.
So I spent the afternoon and evening with the Kids and with my angel, Nina, and there was a little too much wonderful in the day for me to get into a blog post, but it more than made up for the stickiness of the weather and unfortunate hormonal circumstances. Oh, so very much more than made up for it.
It started out early. Unfortunate hormonal circumstances would not deter me from my appointed duties. I put on a suit and went for a job interview. It was a very good job interview, and I am normally terribly nervous at job interviews. But this one seemed to go well. I was told I'd hear in the next week or two. I went and had a marvelous lunch with my friend, the Divine Miss Myers, at an incredibly delicious tapas place in the East Village that I won't tell you the name of because it's quite small and I want to always get a table.
I was called later this afternoon and offered the job.
I was called while waiting in the lobby of NBC Studios at Rockefeller Center to meet my friend Nina and my friends, the Kids in the Hall, and watch them do a taping of "Late Night with Jimmy Fallon". Scott emailed me and invited me to go with them a couple night ago, because Scott is a warm, wonderful human being full of goodness. I cannot say enough good things about Scott.
So I spent the afternoon and evening with the Kids and with my angel, Nina, and there was a little too much wonderful in the day for me to get into a blog post, but it more than made up for the stickiness of the weather and unfortunate hormonal circumstances. Oh, so very much more than made up for it.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
My family is bigger than I let on.
Consanguinally, it's just the five of us - me and Kirsten, Mom and Dad, Tante Joan.
But then there's our "brother". That's Andrew. He's not related to us by blood, but I've known him his entire life. When we were little he was the "baby", the tagalong little brother trying to play with the "big kids". Our families occupied the same two-family home in Brooklyn, and we may have spent more time in one another's company than he spent with his actual big sister. As a teenager living in Staten Island and commuting to Manhattan to school, he spent many a school night crashing at my family's apartment on Roosevelt Island. On September 11th, I'll never forget how happy I was to learn that he and my dad found one another in the mass of people trying to get from Brooklyn back into Manhattan. Into adulthood, we went on vacations together, threw each other birthday parties, spent Halloween nights staying up all night watching horror movies.
His friend Flory (and fellow groomsmaid-to-be at Andrew's wedding next October) didn't realize until today that K and I aren't Andrew's actual "sisters"; it became expedient long ago to introduce ourselves as brother-and-sisters. After I explained the relationship, and why he called my mom "Aunt Dea", she understood why Andrew is our "baby bro" and why Joanna will soon be our "sister".
Today was her surprise bridal shower at the Greenhose Cafe in Brooklyn. Flory and I were the only groomsmaids in attendance (my sister is in Japan right now, visiting friends) and we joked that we were the only ones who would get to be present at both the bridal shower and the bachelor party.
The bachelor party won't be traditional: we'll be doing Dungeons-and-Dragons-style roleplaying (which I've never done before, is it easy to learn?)
I think, though, that it would be terribly amusing to somehow incorporate a stripper into the theme. Does anyone know any strippers who know how to play tabletop RPGs?
Consanguinally, it's just the five of us - me and Kirsten, Mom and Dad, Tante Joan.
But then there's our "brother". That's Andrew. He's not related to us by blood, but I've known him his entire life. When we were little he was the "baby", the tagalong little brother trying to play with the "big kids". Our families occupied the same two-family home in Brooklyn, and we may have spent more time in one another's company than he spent with his actual big sister. As a teenager living in Staten Island and commuting to Manhattan to school, he spent many a school night crashing at my family's apartment on Roosevelt Island. On September 11th, I'll never forget how happy I was to learn that he and my dad found one another in the mass of people trying to get from Brooklyn back into Manhattan. Into adulthood, we went on vacations together, threw each other birthday parties, spent Halloween nights staying up all night watching horror movies.
His friend Flory (and fellow groomsmaid-to-be at Andrew's wedding next October) didn't realize until today that K and I aren't Andrew's actual "sisters"; it became expedient long ago to introduce ourselves as brother-and-sisters. After I explained the relationship, and why he called my mom "Aunt Dea", she understood why Andrew is our "baby bro" and why Joanna will soon be our "sister".
Today was her surprise bridal shower at the Greenhose Cafe in Brooklyn. Flory and I were the only groomsmaids in attendance (my sister is in Japan right now, visiting friends) and we joked that we were the only ones who would get to be present at both the bridal shower and the bachelor party.
The bachelor party won't be traditional: we'll be doing Dungeons-and-Dragons-style roleplaying (which I've never done before, is it easy to learn?)
I think, though, that it would be terribly amusing to somehow incorporate a stripper into the theme. Does anyone know any strippers who know how to play tabletop RPGs?
Monday, August 02, 2010
My best friend of 26 years, Miz Stephanie, became an aunt on July 3rd. I've known Vicky since she was a tiny tot, and now she's got a tiny tot of her own.
Rachel is a precious little bunny rabbit. She doesn't mind strangers, and I enjoyed many hours today in her enchanting company, holding and rocking her and giving her a bottle and playing with her tiny little toes.
She's called Ra-Ra because the first time she kicked, mommy was listening to a Lady Gaga song that has a "ra-ra" in the lyrics. I'm not culturally aware enough to be any more specific than that, I'm afraid.
Rachel is a precious little bunny rabbit. She doesn't mind strangers, and I enjoyed many hours today in her enchanting company, holding and rocking her and giving her a bottle and playing with her tiny little toes.
She's called Ra-Ra because the first time she kicked, mommy was listening to a Lady Gaga song that has a "ra-ra" in the lyrics. I'm not culturally aware enough to be any more specific than that, I'm afraid.
