Warning! You MAY be seeing a few long forgotten “I love NY” type posts popping up in the next week or so depsite my recent anti-NYC rants…shocking, I know!
Since I moved to NYC, there are a lot of things I have grown to accept. Coming from growing up in the ‘burbs and then spending most of my adult life living in quaint little beach towns, I’ve definitely had to make a few “adjustments.” I get my groceries (and laundry, and breakfast, and occasionally beer) delivered, I pay $12 for a drink and think it’s normal (or I pay $7 for a drink and think it’s a steal) and I’ve even gotten use to the whole subway and cabbing it everywhere thing. One thing that I am still holding onto however is my belief that people shouldn’t wear bathing suits where there is nowhere to actually bathe. For example, Central Park. Or a Yankee Game. Or a blacktop roof. You get the idea…
The day included:
…My buzz builders (what we call our interns) making a remix of the Fresh Prince of Belaire rap and making me sport a fluorescent NKOTB hat while they filmed me
…People randomly laying face down in different odd spots around our office – or what I later learned was “planking” -Never heard of it? Neither did I! Read about it here – You’re welcome 🙂
…A good old-fashioned hot dog eating contest with an added Likeable twist – contestants had to wear our now -famous orange foam thumb while competing
…An awesome run along the Hudson river followed by a frozen yogurt delight on a park bench
All in a pretty solid day dontcha think? Oh – and happy #socialmedia day to those who celebrate…(I say that because I’m often reminded by my non-SM friends that they don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.) Just today, I got questioned when I wrote on a friend’s Facebook wall “FTW.” Jen/Erin if you’re reading this, it means “For The Win!
Bet you didn’t think I’d really do it did ya? Here I am! 🙂 Let’s see, what significant happened today…
Well the planning for the 30th is fully underway. I realized that everyone has their own idea of the perfect party. It’s funny because usually the best nights I’ve had have been completely random, unplanned and not at all what I would have described as a perfect evening. On the other hand most of the times I’ve carefully orchestrated a “perfect evening” it’s gone horribly wrong.
When I thought of my ideal 30th – it obviously included my best friends and my man (who probably won’t be there…sadface). Beyond that though, my “demands” were: trendy neighborhood (althought I’m not sure why because I never actually hang in trendy neighbors now…), juke box (this is big one for me but may have to deal), a comfy seating area while also having an ample “dancing area”, oh, and free private room, and of course, cheap and delicious drinks. That’s not too much to ask is it??
Anyway, stay tuned because I think we may have found the “perfect place!”