Thriller Night
October 31st, 2008 / No comments
watch a great video of all of us HERE
Our economy might be in the toilet right now, but New Yorkers don’t let that shit keep us down. We still know how to have fun.
Hold Me Closer, Zombie Dancer
October 26th, 2008 / No comments
watch some of our rehearsal HERE
Broth
October 22nd, 2008 / No commentsCame home early from work today. Sick as hell. Layed up in bed, under fleece blankets, and sipping on broth. Ew.
Pumpkins
October 21st, 2008 / No comments
Wrestling Mexican
October 19th, 2008 / No commentsMy homie Mike performed in a mudwrestling match tonight. I traveled to some godforsaken address on the LES to watch, I’m still not sure where I was (too many streets in Manhattan) but the space was cool. It was basically in a narrow courtyard between these 2 tall apartment buildings, some artists who live in the community converted it to a performance space and rotating art gallery. There were a few levels built into it and also you could climb the fire escapes and just hang. I had me some sangria and tamales (TAMALES!) and watched the match. Jess, Patrick, Carrie, Greg, and James were all there so it was fun.
Stuff like this is why I like living in NYC.
You Got 30 Minutes
October 16th, 2008 / No comments
Getting the Vapors
October 15th, 2008 / No commentsMy sinuses have been out of control lately, just crazy swollen in the mornings. Washing my face only seems to upset them even more. Smearing slimy old Vick’s on my upper lip just aint cutting it (neither did the “greaseless” cream”) so I have upgraded to a humidifier. Bought one at Bed Bath & Beyond today. It’ll sit at my bedside and spray mint-scented mist at my face as I sleep. Hoping this works.
Sashay Shantay
October 14th, 2008 / 3 comments »I worked the runway in the 13th Annual Concierge Fashion Show @ Bloomingdale’s tonight. Nick cme with me. There was a small cocktail party @ Le Train Bleu on the 6th floor (love that place, it’s setup like an old fashioned train car and feels like the Moulin Rouge) where everyone just mingled. Then about 10 of us walked in the actual show. It was fun! I hadn’t been looking forward to it to be honest, just feeling uber self conscious about my body for the past year or so. I’d like to blame the last 20lbs on being in love but the truth is it’s more to do with pizza and bowls of spaghetti @ 11pm. Nick and I were actually talking about it last night on the subway to the event. He’s so loving and attentive when I’m talking about something embarassing, I really appreciate that about him. I’m not gonna kid myself that I’ll start hitting the gym regularly (it’ll be an accomplishment just to get me on irregular visits) but one thing I plan to do is STOP WITH THE SODA. No more. If it worked for Nicky then I’m sure it’ll work for me. And no more eating after 9pm! Even if I don’t make it to the gym at first, I think just doing these small things might make a difference.
Anyway the Fashion Show was fun. I got to wear this amazing 3 peice Valentino suit for my first look, then a cute jeans/leather jacket by John Varvatos, and a big fur coat for my last look. So many friends I’ve made through hotels were there, cheering me on and catcalling. A few times I actually caught myself feeling fabulous, big smiles. Nick filmed it, that bitch. I know it’s gonna be on YouTube sooner or later.
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We collected our giftbags (hello!) and left the store around 8:30p. I took Nick to Dylan’s, which he loved, and then we went to Bed Bath & Beyond. Nick bought some tealight candles and a platter to puth is new little Buddha statue on. I got a humidifier.
I’m so glad I did the show, it was such an upper for me. I’ve been feeling pulled down lately. The political climate is so dreary and tiring, I feel like I want to vomit. The city feels anxious, like everybody’s tense and worried and bitter (including me). Work has been wonderful overall but small issues have been stealing all my energy and focus, I end up leaving in such a huff at the end of the day. Sometimes it seems like we’re all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It’s good to get really dressed up once in a while, and admit the truth — that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they’re actually beautiful. Possibly even me.
Ok, I admit that I stole those last 2 sentances from Angela Chase. But still.