***15 YEARS AGO (1994)****
1) How old were you? 9
2) Who were you dating? Boys?! Ew.
3) Where did you work? Does elementary school count as my profession?
4) Where did you live? Danbury, CT
5) Where did you hang out? Home, Meredith’s
6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? Glasses, giant blue framed plastic ones
7) Who was your best friend? Meredith Freed
8) How many tattoos did you have? None
9) How many piercings did you have? None
10) What kind of car did you drive? Couldn’t drive
11) Had you been to a real party? Nope
12) Had you had your heart broken? Nope
13) Were you Single/taken/Married/Divorced? Boys?! Ew.
14) Any Kids? I WAS a kid.
***10 YEARS AGO (1999)***
1) How old were you? 14
2) Who were you dating? No dating, just pining for Brendan Irving.
3) Where did you work? Carvel Ice Cream Bakery (under the table, shhhhh)
4) Where did you live? Danbury, CT
5) Where did you hang out? Home
7) Who were your best friends? Christina Dalonzo, Heidi Brainard
8) How many tattoos did you have? None
9) How many piercings did you have? None
10) What kind of car did you drive? Still couldn’t drive
11) Had your heart broken? Nope
12) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Always single.
13 Any Kids? Ew
****5 YEARS AGO(2004)****
1) How old were you? 19
2) Who were you dating? Luke
3) Where did you work? Didn’t work yet, though I had a summer job at Williams Sonoma, and another at Filene’s
4) Where did you live? Pittsburgh, PA
5) Where did you hang out? Studio, the computer lab or in the Dungeon with all the engineering guys
7) Who were your best friends? Waz, Zach
8) How many tattoos did you have? None
9) How many piercings did you have? None
10) What kind of car did you drive? No car, still couldn’t drive
11) Had your heart broken? More like I was extremely disappointed, once, but I lived
12) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Single, but dating!
13 Any Kids? Nope
****TODAY (2009)****
1) Age? 24
2) Where do you work? H3 Hardy Collaboration Architecture
3) Where do you live? Astoria, NY
5) Who are your closest friends? Waz, Marlen, Erica
6) Do you talk to your old friends? I live with one, and talk to the other online almost every day
7) How many piercings do you have? none
8) How many tattoos? None
9) What kind of car do you have? What is this driving you speak of?
10) Had your heart broken? Nope, but I think I’ve broken a few
11) How many kids? 0!
12) Are you Single/Taken/Married/Divorce? Going steady with a nice guy.
13) Contact or Glasses? Glasses – tried contacts but they hurt too much
Monday, September 28, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Premiere!
Last night was the premiere for Axel's documentary. It's part of a film festival called Urbanworld which is hosted by BET and HBO. As a filmmaker, Axel got a pass for himself and for a guest, so I got the niftiness of getting to be his guest. We went to the opening of the festival on Wednesday night where they showed "Law Abiding Citizen." It's directed by F. Gary Gray who was being specially honored by the festival, and there to present the award was none other than Gerard Butler. Axel and I were sitting about 4 rows back, right in the center so I was pretty much eye to eye with Butler. First super famous person I ever saw in person and recognized! The movie itself is good - very fast paced, enjoyable, surprising. I'm not a huge action movie person, but I enjoyed it. I didn't look at my watch a single time, and maybe yawned twice. Axel and I went out to dinner after, at around midnight, but the area was pretty dead and we both had horrible salads at a little diner. He did order a moussaka that was quite tasty though.
Friday night was kind of star-studded. I wouldn't say it WAS star studded, but there were a lot of famous people from the industry there. Thing is that they don't appear to be famous unless you had a very intimate knowledge of the industry. Celebrity-wise, Fat Joe and DJ Cassidy were there, as well as another person who's name I can't remember. Axel pointed out some guy who had a blingy mansion in the Hamptons. For the most part, I stood around looking lost and forlorn. Axel was very busy giving interviews and greeting newcomers. I didn't want to be that annoying girlfriend pasted to his side, or the clingy girlfriend who butts into every conversation, so I stood off to the side and considered hiding in the bathroom and reading a book till Axel's friends that I do recognize show up. Finally, Axel's landlord showed up. He's a very rich Jewish guy that lives up by Central Park and decided to jog to the premiere. I learned something new. At hip hop events, the more dressed down you are, the more important people think you are. The landlord was wearing a track suit and sneakers and everyone immediately wondered if he was some up and coming Jewish rapper. Hilarious. We ended up chatting about real estate. He asked me if I lived with Axel to which I replied, "Nooooo." Then he said that there's an apartment on the 3rd floor of Axel's building if I was interested, to which I replied, "NOOOOOOOO." A girl needs space. I am happy with adjacent neighborhoods.
The documentary was extremely well received. The audience was very engaged the whole time, and laughed at everything. Axel hopes very much that the people at BET noticed and will buy his film. At the end, there was a Q&A - not for Axel who made the movie, but for Johnny. At the very end he yelled, "To all those ladies out there, I'd like to introduce David Beckham's stunt double, single and disease-free, Axel!" To which I semi-audibly went, "single?! SINGLE?!" If I ever get Johnny one on one, I'm going to bitch that man out. Single my ass.
The after-party was at a nightclub called Greenhouse. Apparently, Johnny worked out a deal with them, and Heineken and Mountain Dew sponsored the after party. Then we all showed up and the bouncers were really rude and not letting people in. There were supposed to be banners up all over and there weren't any. And THEN, the most offensive part - Greenhouse only let the open bar go until midnight. The screening of the movie ENDED at midnight, so no one would have been able to make it at all. Johnny had made that very clear several times. Greenhouse basically stole liquor from the sponsors. Axel stopped for a burger and we chatted about the movie. I actually think I enjoyed that moment the most out of the evening, because I finally got to actually talk to him and have him to myself. After that, we stood outside until the bouncer FINALLY noticed us and Axel went, "Let us in, I'm the producer of the movie." Swoosh, the ropes parted and we walked by a bunch of bankers and baby-faced, acne-ridden boys and freezing girls and went down into the darkness and pounding music. I stood awkwardly in a corner again and tried to pretend I was enjoying myself. All I did was reaffirm that nightclubs aren't my scene. Fortunately, everyone including Axel thought the party sucked and we cut out after he made his rounds. I swear, I permanently lost some hearing in that stupid club. Axel went, "God, you couldn't pay me to go into places like that. $1600 for a table a night? F@#$ that!" Agreed!
Phew, what a night.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the tranny ballet with Estee. Yay!
Friday night was kind of star-studded. I wouldn't say it WAS star studded, but there were a lot of famous people from the industry there. Thing is that they don't appear to be famous unless you had a very intimate knowledge of the industry. Celebrity-wise, Fat Joe and DJ Cassidy were there, as well as another person who's name I can't remember. Axel pointed out some guy who had a blingy mansion in the Hamptons. For the most part, I stood around looking lost and forlorn. Axel was very busy giving interviews and greeting newcomers. I didn't want to be that annoying girlfriend pasted to his side, or the clingy girlfriend who butts into every conversation, so I stood off to the side and considered hiding in the bathroom and reading a book till Axel's friends that I do recognize show up. Finally, Axel's landlord showed up. He's a very rich Jewish guy that lives up by Central Park and decided to jog to the premiere. I learned something new. At hip hop events, the more dressed down you are, the more important people think you are. The landlord was wearing a track suit and sneakers and everyone immediately wondered if he was some up and coming Jewish rapper. Hilarious. We ended up chatting about real estate. He asked me if I lived with Axel to which I replied, "Nooooo." Then he said that there's an apartment on the 3rd floor of Axel's building if I was interested, to which I replied, "NOOOOOOOO." A girl needs space. I am happy with adjacent neighborhoods.
The documentary was extremely well received. The audience was very engaged the whole time, and laughed at everything. Axel hopes very much that the people at BET noticed and will buy his film. At the end, there was a Q&A - not for Axel who made the movie, but for Johnny. At the very end he yelled, "To all those ladies out there, I'd like to introduce David Beckham's stunt double, single and disease-free, Axel!" To which I semi-audibly went, "single?! SINGLE?!" If I ever get Johnny one on one, I'm going to bitch that man out. Single my ass.
The after-party was at a nightclub called Greenhouse. Apparently, Johnny worked out a deal with them, and Heineken and Mountain Dew sponsored the after party. Then we all showed up and the bouncers were really rude and not letting people in. There were supposed to be banners up all over and there weren't any. And THEN, the most offensive part - Greenhouse only let the open bar go until midnight. The screening of the movie ENDED at midnight, so no one would have been able to make it at all. Johnny had made that very clear several times. Greenhouse basically stole liquor from the sponsors. Axel stopped for a burger and we chatted about the movie. I actually think I enjoyed that moment the most out of the evening, because I finally got to actually talk to him and have him to myself. After that, we stood outside until the bouncer FINALLY noticed us and Axel went, "Let us in, I'm the producer of the movie." Swoosh, the ropes parted and we walked by a bunch of bankers and baby-faced, acne-ridden boys and freezing girls and went down into the darkness and pounding music. I stood awkwardly in a corner again and tried to pretend I was enjoying myself. All I did was reaffirm that nightclubs aren't my scene. Fortunately, everyone including Axel thought the party sucked and we cut out after he made his rounds. I swear, I permanently lost some hearing in that stupid club. Axel went, "God, you couldn't pay me to go into places like that. $1600 for a table a night? F@#$ that!" Agreed!
Phew, what a night.
Tomorrow, I'm going to the tranny ballet with Estee. Yay!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
HOLY!!!
The train was about 3 stops from home and I was chugging along on my crossword puzzle when all of a sudden, it dawned on me that I FORGOT TO UNPLUG THE IRON AT THE OFFICE!!!!!!!!!! I'm still freaking out. I have visions of sparks and fire and people dying. One of the new girls at the office fortunately lives about 15-20 minutes from the office and I called her up and begged her to go to the office to check, because it would take me an hour to get back there. GOD. I hope there's no fire. I hope the cleaning lady might have noticed and unplugged it already. GOD GOD GOD. I'm going to make this up to Mallary...
Monday, September 07, 2009
I'm just going to say it again. I can't wait to move back to Erica's.
I don't know why my roomies here in Astoria seem to think it's alright to eat my food, give it out, leave a huge mess in the apartment. Is there something about me that goes, "Yes! Take advantage of me!" I'm cleaning out the refrigerator again. There's goop from rotting food that a certain roommate left to rot again. Did I mention that the other day, the certain roommate left pasta out to rot and I got to clean it up again? I asked her if we could just take a night off of whatever else we're doing this week and just really really clean the common areas. I don't have too much confidence in her remembering.
Mostly I'm just annoyed right now that I come home and not only did someone drink all my Gatorade and eat all my pudding cups, they left the Gatorade bottle sitting in the sink for me to clean. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
I don't know why my roomies here in Astoria seem to think it's alright to eat my food, give it out, leave a huge mess in the apartment. Is there something about me that goes, "Yes! Take advantage of me!" I'm cleaning out the refrigerator again. There's goop from rotting food that a certain roommate left to rot again. Did I mention that the other day, the certain roommate left pasta out to rot and I got to clean it up again? I asked her if we could just take a night off of whatever else we're doing this week and just really really clean the common areas. I don't have too much confidence in her remembering.
Mostly I'm just annoyed right now that I come home and not only did someone drink all my Gatorade and eat all my pudding cups, they left the Gatorade bottle sitting in the sink for me to clean. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
