Our Strawberry Blonde Thursday, June 19, 2008 [ banter 0 ]

Work flew by in a rush, which was nice. I was supposed to get trained on some billing procedures but it ended up getting postponed, so it was a relatively smooth day. I had to conduct an interview with a potential Concierge for our desk, which was just awkward and uncomfortable --- not the candidate, just me. B/c we run such a small hotel and my Concierge department is so tiny, they really want to pick the right people, and want me to have a say in who we hire. It's a heavy responsibility and I just never seem to feel natural or proper in those instances, sitting there with a clipboard interviewing someone for a job. Maybe it's b/c I remember so well what it's like when you're the Interviewee who needs the job, you sit there searching the Interviewer's face and body language and vocal patterns for some/any kind of hint for whether or not you might get this job... or maybe that's just me who does it. I like having some control in who I'll end up working alongside... but it irks me at the same time. I struggle with power at work. That whole Spiderman thing, you know.

Got outta work @ 3:30p and met Nick in Soho for lunch. I'd only had lemon water and some fruit all morning (trying to make it a habit), so I was ready to a big lunch. We went to some italian place on MacDougal & Bleecker, I had spagehtti and meatballs, and somehow got into this big discussion out of nowhere about the state of America and our freedoms and blahblahblah --- I blame that annoying Jay Leno message everyone's fwd'ing around. The talk got too heavy so we went to the pet store on Christopher St and looked at puppies. Nick is obsessed with getting an Italian Greyhound. I'm vetoing that with all my might, our place is already a Petco. Plus, if we ever do get another dog i REALLY want a teacup chihuahua... cuz I'm that gay. But I promise I wouldn't carry it around in a bag... well, maybe just a Jack Spade bag.

We went to an event tonight @ Sushi Sakae, which was AWFUL. The only thing I liked was that it was inside the Chrysler Building, which I'd never been to before yesterday. Never, in all of 10yrs. It's amazing the things I still haven't done.

Things I Still Haven't Done
Coney Island
crossed the Brooklyn Bridge
Campbell Apartment
Guggenheim Museum
Shakespeare in the Park
Bronx Zoo
Roosevelt Island
helicopter tour
seen anything @ Radio City
walked all of Broadway
Boat Basin Cafe
Century 21
any kind of Chinatown festival
Saturday Night Live

Things I Plan to Never Do
New Years Eve in Times Sq
any major holiday/heritage parade (i.e. Thanksgiving, Puerto Rican)
Ice Skating @ Rockefeller/Central Park
hang in East Harlem
Red Lobster Times Square
fly out of Teterboro Airport
wait in line @ Magnolia Bakery
feed pigeons
waive camera/signs at the Today Show
Phantom of the Opera
encourage those hiphop gymnasts on the subway

So yeah, the event sucked but I had a free iced green tea and then they drove us through midtown in one of those double decker tour buses, which was kinda fun. Being able to reach up and touch a streetlight is cool. The tour guide was full of random NYC info --- I had no idea that Jackie O was paid to stay married to JFK for public reasons!

We went to see Being Boeing, which was hilarious. I'd seen it in previews last month and loved it. Gretchen the german stewardess was my favorite, so big and mannish and bellowing. Kristen Johnson (3rd Rock) was in the audience and I'm pretty sure she was there studying to take over the part of Gretchen later on --- she'd be perfect! Bradley Whitford is still playing the lead and I don't get him, he just sucks. I hated him on Studio 60 and I hated him in this, the arrogance is just palpable. He's supposed to be playing the straight man to Mark Rylance being all rantic and over the top, like Tony Curtis to Jerry Lewis in the movie version. But the audience goes NUTS for Mark Rylance's hysterics so Bradley Whitford starts to camp it up too and then it just seems like a Show Off Competition. Anyway, the show was amazing. Nick laughed so much he cried. We got Cold Stone after the show --- I'm serious as cancer when I say that rythym is a dancer, and also when I say that their Our Strawberry Blonde on a waffle bowl is the SHIT! Like an orgasm in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Ew, sorry.

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