Sunday, September 17, 2006

Always on the Run

Well, I got through the last eight days and here I am to recap. I've been busier than Tinsley Mortimer during Fashion Week, and I have to say it felt good to be so busy. I think it was an equal mix of business and pleasure that kept me going, starting with last week's New York magazine adventure. Before I jump into this week of wonder, I must mention that I spent last Saturday at the Hebron Harvest Festival with my gays (yes, I stole that from Kathy Griffin. What of it?). For photos of furry creatures (since I never had a bunny of my own, I named the ones I wanted to take home), papier mache dogs, Care Bears collectibles and the giant turkey legs click here. Ok, ready? Here goes. And yes, Monday-Friday were all very full work days, as if I had to mention...

Monday: Shoe shopping at DSW (suede pumps), a much needed pedicure (my toes are Bordeux...hot), dinner at Bertucci's (where the rolls are like crack) and a trip to Costco (I always forget how massive that place is. Seriously, it's ginormous) to pick up Mull it Over Dance Party supplies with Ginny and her lovely daughter, Ashley. Ginny is a brilliant planner, possibly the most organized human I have ever met and she was able to make sure we worked all of this in and still had me home by 9pm. Love her!

Tuesday: Dinner with the boss and Chappie, a former Presidential Fellow (summer '05) who is leaving to take a job with Google in his home state of Michigan. We went to Ibiza and enjoyed the tasting menu and a couple of bottles of wine. Now, I know that a tasting menu is supposed to offer a taste of the menu items, that is perfectly clear to me. What I did not realize is that you get a taste of everything on the damn menu! Very delicious, but so many courses. I did have my first ceviche and my first anchovy. Not as fishy as I had feared. That chef is a freaking genius! And any meal that ends with warm chocolate cake topped with coffee ice cream is ok by me.

Wednesday: Well, this was supposed to be my one night at home to recharge and prep for the rest of the week. As fate and office mate/season ticket holder Bill B would have it, I ended up in the Bronx for my very first Yankee game! AWESOME. ML braved the trip to stadium with me. Now, I'm a Yankee fan by birth and I enjoy watching the games at home, but I never considered myself to be as hard core as my parents and my sibs. Clearly, being in the stadium did something to me. I was on my feet with every crack of the bat, cheered until I was hoarse and clapped and stamped my feet along with everyone else. I am my father's daughter, after all. Did I mention my brother and sister were also at the game? We managed to sit together through the first inning before they headed off to their seats. What are the chances? Well, if you've been reading this blog for any amount of time, you know my Dad had a hand in all of this.

Thursday: Tickets with my gays to see a taping of NPR's Wait Wait Don't Tell Me at Southern CT State University. Very smart, very funny, just like my gays. And speaking of...Isaac Mizrahi was the Not My Job guest. Hilarious, or as I like to say, highlarious.

Friday: DANCE PARTY! Yes, at last, it was time to dance like no one was watching. We had a Board meeting that morning and plenty of set up to do all afternoon, but once DJ Suzie Q started spinning the tunes, I left my cares behind and shook my money maker like nobody's business (especially to Britney Spears' Slave 4 U...I know, I know, it's shameful). I mentioned it was an 80's dance party, right? Hence Davis and Schneider rocking the mullets you see here. Yep, that's me in the middle, looking like a cross between Thelma from Good Times (according to my sister) and Macy Gray (according to ML). In person, with the bow, I think it totally looked like the wig Jennifer Beals' dance double wore in Flashdance, which is to say it looked totally fake. What you cannot see is the armful of rubber bracelets and INXS/KICK pin I am sporting. Classic. I got home at 4ish and my body is still not totally recovered from all the bumping and grinding, but dammit! I love, love, love to dance!

Saturday: Slept all the way in, but still managed to make it to the CitySeed Market in Wooster Square where ML was performing. I got there just in time to catch the end of his set and stock up on tomatoes, peaches, bread, corn and milk from local farmers. YAY! Then we went to TK's for hot wings (for me, ML had a veggie burger). Back home for some more rest. I needed it, too. This week's Insomnia Theater pick was Sixteen Candles. No way I was missing that one. Met the Boss and PLS at the theater at 11:15pm and enjoyed me some Jake Ryan. I still get teary when Molly Ringwald and Paul Dooley have that middle of the night father-daughter chat. I probably always will. And by the way, Joan Cusack has always been brilliant. Anyone who tells you differently has never seen Joan rocking the scoliosis brace at the water fountain. oooookeeeee.

Sunday: Slept in, but not too late. Can't miss my stories (Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood). Crawled back into bed for a couple more hours and awoke to find that ML had cleaned the apartment! YAY! Headed to the suburbs for a little Friendlys and Target action, then came home to get a little head start on some work for tomorrow.

See, told you I've been busy. I don't know how the stars collided to create such a perfect storm of activity for me, but at least now I know I can do it. Doesn't mean I want to all the time, though. All that running around can wear a girl down. Luckily, I bought those new pillows at Target.

2 comments:

Ia said...

You mentioned NOTHING about seeing 4 home runs in your first MLB game ever! That's VERY important!

Tk said...

What's Camajuani? Is that some Cubano slang for the chronic, or one of the Yankees' latest acquisitions?

That dance party was indeed hott. Don't let anyone tell you different -- you pwned it.