It was fun and it was fancy. Followed by 11:30pm dinner reservations (cue the “that’s the thing about new york” comment) at Monkey Bar. Also fun and also fancy. Then late, late night drinks at Ace. Theme of the night? Fun. And fancy.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the pleasure of going to see Sex and the City 2 at the Ziegfeld in midtown. In New York. With real New York friends. YES.
First, we met at a the London for some cosmopolitans. Yes, it was cheesy but the cheese did not stand alone. We were all in it to win it. We ended up at a not-so-fancy hotel for a second cosmo. Cue the seedy photoshoot…
We walked across the street to the Ziegfeld. I’ve been wanting to see this theater since I moved here and it was such a treat to see such a quintessential New York movie in such an iconic theater…
There was a point in the movie where the girls all go to the premier of Smith Jared’s new film and where was that premier? Hello! The Ziegfeld! We did a gratioustous champagne-induced “woo!” when that part came on…
When we saw that the theater wasn’t going to be packed full, we left to grab some fancy travelers. AKA mini bottles of champy…
As I mentioned in a previous post, this was the night I saw my very first firefly. He landed on my finger like Snow White. Here he is! I love him!
Cue the required girls night photo…
The chandeliers, wallpaper and old timey photographs were pretty incredible…
Cynthia Vincent platforms represent! Jean Paul Gaultier dress represent! (Target! Represent!)
This is where it all went down…
I’m going to save you from my review of the movie. Because, well. YEEEAH. But I will say, I give the night as a whole a stellar review!
“How you do anything is how you do everything.”—This morning’s bikram instructor. (I’ve been taking sweaty yoga almost every morning at 6:45 for a couple months now. But the Tues. instructor? She’s wise and she’s an ass kicker.)
I have really good news: Magic is real. And it comes in the form of fireflies. They’re basically fairies that don’t require arguing over their existence. And, as a previously West Coast gal, I saw one in real life for the first time last week. I was walking with Ashley and Jaclyn in Midtown when one of them said “Cute, a firefly”. They kept walking and I was all, exsqueeze me? A-baking power? Where is this mythical firefly you speak of?
That’s when I saw the sweet little light hovering over a grate in the sidewalk. I pranced up to it slowly and held out my finger like snow white.
What happened next is, well, exactly what’s supposed to happen when you hold up your finger like snow white. My little firefly friend glittered around me and finally landed on my finger. He sat there glowing for a minute and then flew off into the city night.
It looked just like this, only it was in Midtown Manhattan.
WHERE? At Marie’s Crisis Cafe in the West Vil with A. Coll. It was one of those things where you make awkward eye contact with someone over and over because you know that you know them from somewhere, yet can’t put your finger on it. High school? Hot yoga? Bank? Then you put your finger on it and it’s super embarrassing. Insert glass of scotch, keep eyes forward and just keep singing songs from Little Shop of Horrors.
Dear Snack Readers (aka, my mom, my uncle, three girlfriends),
Oh, what amazing news I have. Next Sunday, Husband and I are getting on an airplane and going to the Cannes Advertising Festival in the South of France. FOR ONE WHOLE WEEK. There will be sunshine and cappuccinos and film and champagne and art and fancy food and fashion and there will be parties. Beach parties, villa parties, yacht parties, hotel parties. Parties unlike any parties most party people party at in their lifetimes.
Y’all, we are invited to these parties!
And then when our French week is up, we are getting on a train. That train is taking us to Cinque Terre! Venice! Florence! Rome! We will watch the World Cup in dark Italian pubs, eat fresh pasta and crusty pizza, walk cobblestone streets and lay eyes on amazing old things that we’ve never laid eyes on. Museums, countryside, wine, kisses by fountains. These are the things we will do and I just couldn’t be happier or feel more grateful.
I found out about this trip about a month ago. I hugged my sweet co-worker Lisa who came to tell me I was invited to go. I got a little misty-eyed because public displays of emotion is totally European and I had some practicing to do.
Then, after wiping my eyes and calling Cyrus to tell him the good news, I started the planning process by google-mapping Europe. Which will show you how long overdue this trip truly is.
I got my hair did and if there is one rule in our household, it’s that Husband takes Wife out the night she gets her hair did.
It’s a good rule and I stand by it.
Cyrus took me to a brand new Yakiniku place that just opened on Hudson called Yakiniku Takashi. We give it two thumbs and two peace signs up! Meat heaven.
Also, at one point the waiter came up to our table and said “I really like your hair”. We both started to smile and then we realized that he wasn’t talking to me. He was talking to Cyrus. Who did not, in fact, sit in a chair for two hours getting his hair done that day.
But I can’t blame the waiter for taking a liking to this face…
We spent the day walking around with Walter the Dog and doing a little bedroom decor shopping. And we walked sllllllllllow because of all the heat. That night, I met up with Laddie, one of her friends and Meg to see our co-worker do stand up in the LES.
Classic going out cab photo!
Pete rocking the mic.
Then we had a girly dinner at Tree in the East Vil and finally met up with Brooklyn Amanda at Lounge for a dance party that went well into the night. I maybe have never danced so hard or so ridiculously in my entire life.
Breakfast and much needed, long overdue air conditioner shopping. It was a sea of options. I made a big pasta dinner, we watched a movie and basked in the air conditioning.
For Memorial Day weekend, we were graciously invited by the Crowleys to go to Vermont with two other couples and stay in their cute vacation home. I came home early from work and Walter helped me pack.
Then the six of us going in one car got some ice cream and hit the road. It took about three hours to get there and we listened to jams the whole way.
We woke up to a view of the mountain so close it felt like you could touch it. The boys went man-golfing and the girls went antiquing. I scored a wine stopper made from a beautiful crystal vintage doorknob and a 50’s cocktail feathered headband. Jaclyn got two pairs of decorative oars (what happens when you buy some and then see better ones).
Antiques in a weird presentation!
Free country veggies!
The days were spent reading (I’m reading In the Woods by Tana French), playing games (Katan!), sunning and napping. Every night we BBQ’d and sipped Old Fashioneds by the fire pit.
One morning we went horseback riding after a big pancake breakfast.
Another morning we laid in the hot sun all day. A group of 50 old folky polish dancers showed up to the pool bar for some pints and sang a few songs.
By the end of the trip, Walter and J were best friends forever.
Feeling lots of East Coast love after our trip. And it’s another slice of New England done and done!
"When viewed as a romantic comedy, Sex and the City 2 is terrible and crappy and a horrific inversion of everything the show once was. But when viewed as a science fiction film, SATC2 is subversive, stylish and chilling.”
A couple weeks ago, the Mr. and I hosted a get together with some other Lost die-hards to watch the final episode. The final, like, ever episode. There were eight of us Losties and we asked everyone to bring a Lost-themed edible. Let the nerdery begin.
There were Dharma beers. BEER, Stout and Amber.
We had Dharma Diet Cola, Red Wine, White Wine and a nice bottle of Dharma vodka.
In case anyone wanted to make one of these.
Husband and I made a cheese concoction. You have to yell the name of it to get the full effect.
We served our Fondue with some bread.
We also chef’d up some little apps. (for some reason, Dates were a reoccurring theme which proves the age old theory that Puns + Dates = Clever Snack)
We invited my big boss and then the boss-of-us creative coordinator at my word. I think they had a little side rivalry going on who would have the most hilariously genius snack idea. And the result was hilarious: because they ended up bringing the EXACT SAME THING.
The Clunie’s batch of Candidates.
The Graf batch of Candidates.
The Crowley’s brought a very delish dish.
And the Clunie’s also brought more bacon-wrapped things. Note: you can never have too many bacon wrapped things.
We also made a Castaway salad in hopes of trying to encompass the entire cast. Spinach with Katecumbers, Claire Littletonmatoes, Waltnuts, Libbyeets, Hugoat Cheese and Parmesan Locke with a Vincentegarette.
The Island spread.
And finally, we have the dessert Laddie made. Behold THE SOURCE.
And in case after all that clever snacking you need some refreshment…
Well, I guess we’ll be forced to actually experience the outside world on Tuesday nights now. Lost, I will miss you.
Celeb sighting: part twenty-seven (aka, the job interview)
WHO? Seth Meyers from SNL (weekend update + head writer)
WHERE? At Hudson Bagel, my favorite bagel shop in the West Vil.
DID YOU DO WHAT WE ALL THINK YOU DID? Oh, you mean casually drop my sketch book at his feet, feign surprise, introduce myself, shake his hand a little too hard, refuse to let him hand me my sketch book back and run away in hopes that he will give it a nice read and some big laughs over an Everything Bagel and then call me up and offer me a job?
A couple of weekends ago, we celebrated Husband’s work partner Luke’s birthday.
There was a tambourine playin’, whistle blowin’, menthol smokin’ limo driver driving what felt like 30 people happily crammed into his 8-seat limo to New Jersey. Oh, he played LL Cool J the whole way there and back. “Doin it and doin it and doin it well”…He’d randomly shout “L.L.!”
New York, this is why I love you so.
We arrived at Medieval Times for a show, goblets of beer and a meat feast.
All hail Lord Lucas!
Husband, the birthday boy and their new best friends.
Celeb sighting: part twenty-six (aka, the crossover)
WHO? Ana Gasteyer (from sunnier and funnier days at SNL)
WHERE? In the audio recording booth at my work.
WHAT? Work partner and I recently wrote and sold a little kids song that we ended up shooting a music video for. I sang the demo so that, while shooting in LA, we would have music to work off of. However, I always imagined that we’d have someone famous sing it. Like ANA GASTEYER.
"Perfect!", my co-workers said, and we brought her in to audition the song along with a bunch of other famous broadway folk. It was really fun to work with her, give her my thoughts and just have that surreal feeling of her standing there waiting for me to tell her what to do. I mean c’mon, it’s me. Not that she needs any help. She is straight up amazing and hilarious and gush gush gush.
Now, on to the part of the story that would make the 1989 version of my parent heads spin. I was not born with a pretty singing voice. No, nuh-uh, not at all. However, I was born with a song in my heart that could blow out your eardrums. I love nothing more than singing a little ditty while showering/driving/breathing. And my parents when I was younger (then later my husband) would remind me that while I sing like I can sing, I can’t actually sing. It’s off key and just real, real bad. Lookin’ like Britney Spears and soundin’ like a Brittany Spaniel. So I just kept my toes pointed and my mouth shut on stage.
So, we shot the music video, put some of the professional recordings up to the picture and as it turns out, the director, editor and even my big, big boss all decided that my version of the song was funniest.
And this concludes the story of the time I got paid to sing in a 90 second commercial and also the time I met and then got picked over someone from SNL.
"Enjoy it, because this will never happen again." - my 1989 parents