Wednesday, November 26, 2008

From Icicles to Sunshine!!!!



Wow it's been a while and there sure are a lot of things to catch up on... but... I'll just tell you the latest!

Work has been good, and one of my favorite catering events so far had to be this Daddy-Daughter Dance for a catholic school up North of the City. I never had such a good time watching a bunch of High School girls get dressed up in these fancy dresses, then all wear these high heels that made them look like chicken when they walked. It was hilAAAAAArious! If you want to try it, slap on some heels... bend your knees slightly and... strut 2 3 4, strut 2 3 4... work it girl! Work It!
Then when it was time to dance I had a good chuckle watching all these Daddies out there with their little girls trying to dance the latest hip-hip style to a song that talks about getting down and dirty on the dance floor (yeah... that was just WRONG!)


This last weekend before the trip out here I had a great time with the roomies. If any and all of you love the TWILIGHT series, you all know what I'm talking about when Friday the 21st was a giggle fest of screaming girls at the movie theatre. Yes - even though me and my two room mates were there right along with the fourty thousand middle-schoolers (who were at the TWILIGHT movie on a field trip - all I have to say is, "Where was this when I was a kid?") we did have somewhat of a more mature approach to the movie... somewhat. But yes, we did enjoy sucking on our RING-POPS from the local store as we ahhhed and ooohed.

The next day was the long-awaited-for "TRAILER TRASH" Party. It was a birthday party for two of my room mates - what can I say, Sarah can sure pick a theme! I had the lovely costume of rollers in the hair, bright blue and pink make-up and a robe over sweat pants. I looked HOT!! To go with this night of cheese-doodles, pork rinds and cool-aid I whipped up a birthday cake of Ding-Dongs, Twinkies, powdered donuts, and tootsie rolls. It doesn't get more "dorky" than that. The evening was spent listening to Sarah and her guests talking in strong southern accents and doing every thing possible to make it a "hick" night.And yes, I'm a nerd and recorded this facing side-ways. So just crane your neck "REAL GOOD".





So I JUST got out here to sunny AZ - and YES! it IS sunny! (at least until today where it rained most of the morning and evening) I arrived from NYC (and it is quite cold there - I have to bundle up with shirt, sweater, coat, mittons, scarf and hat to survive there at the moment) and the very next day my sister, Jen (yes she is doing better everyone - and the baby is so cute), and I went down to Tempe Town Lake where they were having the Iron Man extravaganza and lo and behold there is not a person there that does not have shorts, a tank top, or a pair of flip-flops on. You would think I had died and gone to heaven. I have been looking like the odd-ball out there in NYC for a while now thanks to AZ dressing habits dying hard. I have to say I love my shorts and my flip-flops. I tried to wear my flip-flops for AS LONG as I could, but when a short walk to the corner of the street and back is enough to about give me frost bite, I have to finally concede.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

November Madness

What's better than a day shopping, eating at Applebees (yes I live in New York and sometimes we STILL go to Applebees) and having a hair-dying party in the bathroom. There were four of us in there at the same time. Carrie eating her dinner ( a bowl of salad), Sarah (the dye-ee), Lynette (the dye-er) and Sarah C. (the Photographer and supervisor). If you don't know it, NY bathrooms are tiny. There really should never be more than 1 person in there at a time, but here we are - four of us with the door CLOSED and getting high on hair-dye fumes. sniff sniff smell the toxins!

So I haven't had the best of luck the past couple of days. Oh, my days have been going pretty well, but for some reason I can't quite seem to walk straight. As my room mate and I headed uptown to go to the Bronx "TARGET" (yes - it is quite a treat out here to be able to go to the TARGET) we were walking toward the subway, engaged in an intense conversation apparently, because out of the blue Sarah juts her hands out and I full on RAMMED into a wall. Well I guess I can't actually call it a "wall" since the little old man with the walker is not so solid. In fact if I had not followed Sarah's example of jutting my hands out and grabbing onto whatever my hands fell on (which in this case happened to be his coat) that little old man with the walker would have gone sprawling across the pavement. Thanks to my firm hold it was just a REAL good jostling which resulted in him swearing at me and asking "What the Hell are you doing?" (since I am quoting I don't feel like I can change the language in order to be more "pg") and me apologizing profusely over and over. Apparantely Sarah and I were having an AMAZING conversation because neither I or the little old man saw that one coming.

Post election blues. The evening of the elections I was invited over to a ladies house for dinner. It turned into an evening of talking politics (mainly every one there completely bashing the Republicans (yes I am a Republican), praising Obama (no I did not vote for him), and watching the polls close (with them doing a happy dance and me crying on the inside). I guess people think that JUST because you live in New York that you are automatically Liberal. Not so my friends. Of course you have to have a good sense of who you are, what you believe in politically, and a good support system back west to keep you updated to what REALLY is happening instead of relying on New York News to tell you the biased and ridiculous. I spent the evening humming and hawing. I tried to find points where I could be on the same page with these people, so I finally was able to say, "History will definitely be made tonight. We'll see what the future brings." See - I can add to conversations too. What is nice is that my meaning and how it was interpreted can be two totally different things! The joy of choosing your words wisely. Another "plus" to the night was the entertainment of listening to these people emphatically declare that Jesus Christ is black. Yes... I know... humorous isn't it?