Archive for February, 2012

In New York We Don’t Count Sheep, We Count Doormen

While everyone else could put on their satin pajamas and watch the Oscars half-heartedly last night, I had to work. As an entertainment blogger I not only had to watch the show intently, but I also had to take what I was watching and turn it into a readable blog and/or tweet. If the Oscars took place between 1:00 to 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon, this would be totally...

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On Second Thought, I’d Prefer A Town Car

I love making travel plans in email chains and in brunch conversations, but I hate actually following through. For as much as I talk about getting away and going somewhere, I hate going through the process of taking time off work, booking tickets and finding ways to entertain myself that won’t interfere with my most lovable quirk, motion sickness. (more…)

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Just Call Me Barefoot. Drop the Contessa.

Sometimes I get in the mood to prove to the world that I’m a capable and functioning adult and forget that that no one cares except for myself. Of course by the time I realize that, I’m usually halfway through my “look at my charming adult” act and in way too far to turn around. Take this Sunday for example. (more…)

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I’m Not a Real New Yorker

The trick to being “so New York” and fooling people into believing you’ve always lived here is to act like everything you say and do is inconsequential and meaningless. Hail a cab the same way you tie your shoe. “Oh this little hand trick, it’s just something I picked up in kindergarten” is what your gesture should say as fifteen...

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