Thursday, October 30, 2008



So last weekend I hit up the Pumpkin Sail in Central Park with my sister. First we bought pumpkins at the local bodega.

Sarita really got in there and found 2 good ones.

Then we went back and carved them at her apartment.

Sarita did this one.

And I did this one:
I called him "Old Man Ween," as in Ween of the Hallow.

What a pair.

Then it was off to Central Park to hit up the sail. You take your carved pumpkins (no more than 10lbs.) over, they put them on a foam board with a candle inside and take them away. The park volunteers drive them around to the other side of the lake and then, once it is dark, they set them all out onto the water.

Before all that business, they have activities in the park for the little tots, including a costume parade. Sister and I were in LOVE with this little munchkin

She was totally hilarious, was running around causing all kinds of trouble. Obviously I adored her.

So the Karamator arrived with his spankin' new bike and we sat on the waters edge waiting for the pumpkins to sail. And we waited some more. And waited some more.

Then we realized that the park volunteer had told us to sit on the wrong side of the lake, so we walked around and saw the pumpkins out on the water.

Unfortunately my camera takes horrible night photos, but it did look really beautiful and I even spotted Old Man Ween out there. But FYI the pumpkins don't really go anywhere...they just kind of go to the middle of the lake and stay there.

But it was great! Very fall, a very fun Halloween activity for kids and grown ups alike.

Hope y'all have a safe and happy Halloween. I love this holiday.



Did Monday night really happen?

Was it all a dream?


And, NO! It was real. It was real magic. It was real talent. It was real love.

I can't even begin to tell you how fiercely these guys rocked the house. Or, more accurately, Madison Square Garden.


Wow. Okay. I really don't know where to start.

So, after eating a fabulous dinner at Josie's (more on that in another post) we got there about 10 minutes prior to showtime, which was perfect. Natasha Bedingfield and Lady GaGa were the openers, which we obviously skipped. They're gross.

(Sorry Josebee, I know you really like Natasha's theme from The Hills. I only like it when I get to sing it with you).

Larkita had purchased pairs of colored heart shaped sunglasses for all of us. By God's own hand (and because she has stellar fashion sense), she chose the perfect colors and the blue matched my vintage NKOTB shirt EXACTLY.


So, we all looked better than anyone else there.

Side note: My sister and I met a fellow Block lover in line for the bathroom who happened to have just moved to the big apple from Oakland. Represent!

The lights went down. The screaming started. And then, they appeared.

And I went bananas.
I screamed so loudly and I really did jump up and down. We all did. We couldn't help it. It felt so good; it felt so right.

Highlights from the evening include:

When they were on a revolving stage in the middle of the audience and someone threw a bra at them. Obviously, Donnie picked it up and claimed it was, "Small, but fragrant."

My boyfriend still looked so good, it was unfair. I mean, I think he looks even better now and the boy can S-I-N-G.

Huzzah. Photo credit: Larkita.

Okay. Let me try and explain this. So, Joey, Donnie, and Jordan each had some solo time where they did songs alone. Obviously Joey's was the best all around, but Jordan's was literally unbelievable. Like, we were looking at eachother wondering if it was really happening or if we were hallucinating. Then we started laughing so hard we cried. Real tears. Stomach ache laughter.

Millah had a melt down.

Why? Because Jordan sang his song "I Believe In You" with a full on fan blowing directly at him and he was in tight black pants and an OPEN WHITE SHIRT.

He was thrusting all over the place and flipping around and exposing his chest and his shirt was all billowin' in the faux wind. It was, well, I don't know WHAT it was. But, I laughed harder than I've laughed in awhile. And I laugh hard, like, daily.

Danny also did this whack solo break dancing set, where he bounced on his arms a lot. He did do a windmill at one point, but the whole thing was a little awkward in a really great way. As Larkita commented, "he skidded backward across the stage like a crab in heat." Couldn't explain it any better myself.

Donnie pulled his pants down to expose his bright white boxers and asked us all how is butt looked. It looked good. Classy.

Ultimately, Joey's solo time was the best. No questions asked. Why? Because he still looks totally fine, he sang "Believe," which inspires everyone who hears it, and he brought on an ENTIRE GOSPEL CHOIR TO SING THE CHORUS WITH HIM.


It was totally off the hook and he belted like a champ.

At the end of the night, before they sang "Summertime," they came out in all white and looked divine.

"It's just like heaven!"

They left in a cloud of smoke (there were also fireworks throughout the show).

But they came back!!! And did the fiercest encore I've ever experienced.

They closed with Step By Step and Hangin' Tough. It was sick. The videos I posted earlier were from the encore.

I danced SO hard.

Needless to say, when it ended, I was so sad but so happy. I felt like I had just lived in a magical land for 2.5 hours. And, seriously, they really performed for 2.5hrs straight with multiple costume changes and, as a performer myself, that gets exhausting. But they were on the ball the entire time.

Did I experience history? Yes.

Did I have one of the best bdays of my life? Yes.

Would I make out with all of them? Yes.

Would I go back and see the concert 10 more times?

If you need to know the answer to that, you aren't my friend anymore.


Tuesday, October 28, 2008


I have so much to say about seeing New Kids On The Block last night. But words won't ever, ever do that night of pure magic any bit of justice:

More to come...



Monday, October 27, 2008







Sunday, October 26, 2008


The party last night was a success. People looked stunning; the costumes were just out of this world and I was honored to have such committed guests. Even Samson, the dog, rocked it in style.

I am now recuperating on the couch, just finished watching Meet The Press and am now in the middle of some show on the Oxygen channel called "Snapped" about people who lose their sh*t. The description of the show:

"A deaf lesbian is accused of murder and faces the death penalty."


Who comes up with this stuff??? Why am I watching this???

Oooooh "Overboard" is on!

Saturday, October 25, 2008


The shoot wrapped yesterday and it was great. FREEZING, like I was in a dress and a coat from 7:00am-4:30pm on the boardwalk on Coney Island and it was 35 degrees freezing, but the crew was wonderful and I had a lot of fun. I am anxious to see how the final product turns out, but that won't be for awhile.

It has been a turbo busy week and I am rather zonked, but as we all know, my birthday is Monday and that means I will be going to see:


Tonight is my big bday soiree where we're gonna party like it's 1983. I think I am going to have to take a nap before the festivities and maybe drink some coffee.*

*Yes, we have a problem because I realized this week during filming that I actually DO enjoy coffee. Not good. I mean, it's really gooood, but not good.

Things that happened this week that I will need to blog about further: 1. the heinous woman who taught my total body conditioning class Thursday night 2. coney island 3. veggie paninis.

Tomorrow is the great pumpkin sail. Can't wait! Nothing like carving pumpkins while hung over with the ones you love and watching them float on a lake.

I'm off to hit up yoga, do some decorating, nap, put together my costume, and party like a rockstar.


Thursday, October 23, 2008


“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. "Can I interest you in the chicken?" she asks. "Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it? To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked."

- Author David Sedaris, on undecided voters

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I am going to be off the blog for a few days, seeing as I will be getting up at 4:00am to head off to Coney Island to shoot a short film.

Yup, 4:00am.

It will be dark and it will most certainly be cold since I will be wearing a dress and literally shooting outside on the boardwalk. But, it will be lots and lots of fun and I'm really excited to work on the project. But I will probably need copious amounts of caffeine and handwarmers.

I will be back once I hear "that's a wrap!"

Thursday, October 16, 2008


I have just found my new favorite restaurant in Manhattan. Behold the wonder that is


Located at 140 West 4th Street @ 6th Ave, this place is a vegetarian and vegan paradise. They serve only vegetarian and vegan food, but I went with GLiamo, who is a meat eater, and he couldn't believe how phenomenal it was. I was literally salivating looking at the menu. And their soy meat tastes like meat! GLiamo said it was even more moist and delicious than real meat! And he was right!!!

I am over the moon!

They have an extensive menu - about 4 full pages of dishes. I almost couldn't decide, but alas, I chose this bangin' soy beef with steamed veggies & rice. We had coconut almond soy chicken for an appetizer...also bangalicious.

And, they have friggin' stellar desserts. We had the soy mint chip milk shake and even though I just got home and am totally stuffed, I want another one. Pronto.

We did have to wait about 10-15 minutes for a table, so I recommend going early. Not sure if they take reservations or not, but this place is more than worth the wait. Our waitress was really nice, the service was prompt, and the food is very reasonably priced.

Get down with your veggie self and hit up the 'boo!


Yesterday I cracked my tooth eating a falafel. FALAFEL! How does that happen???

I just got back from the dentist's, got my tooth fixed, and now I can't feel the right side of my face. I tried to eat my lunch and managed to dribble iced tea down the front of my shirt.

I'm so hot right now.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Fast forward to around 2:00 to watch the dance. Her wig comes off. General questions: 1. How many meds is she on? 2. How is this legal? 3. Aren't you frightened?

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Josebee just forwarded me this comment that was posted in regards to an article about McCain whining about Barack's middle name being "Hussein."

Our friend Terry writes:

As in the movie "Spartacus," when his fellow slaves protect him from
the Romans ("I am Spartacus!"), all of us Obama supporters need to
declare ourselves "Hussein" now.
We should not run from "Barack Hussein Obama." It is part of his
American quilt. It is exactly why his story is so compelling at this
point in American history.
We need to own it, be proud of it, say it:
"I am Hussein!"
-- Terry "Hussein" Oakland, California


Sunday, October 12, 2008



This is my 100th post!

It is rawther exciting, I must say. And we have a lot to cover...

First, the other night I came home to amazing fireworks in honor of the Avon Breast Cancer walk that had just ended. I LOVE fireworks and it was gorgeous.

Splendid. What a show! And a huge congrats to all the women who completed the walk.

My super swell best friend Josebee was in town all week from London, which was truly the bomb diggity.

We chased pigeons, saw movies, drank cappuccinos, reminisced, laughed, saw more movies, ate too much popcorn, and laughed, laughed, laughed some more.

And I told Josebee some very important things. Like, if he got on the plane back to London I would cry for weeks and months.

He left at 4:30 this morning and I miss him already. This song could be re-titled, "Please Don't Go, Josebeeeee"

I will leave you with another blog posting from Joey M. of NKOTB, seeing as there are only 15 days left until my birthday concert:

October 4th, 2008

We were at the venue early in Chicago
And there was a swap meet going on in the parking lot, so to kill time
I looked around. And what did I come upon, but “us”. The woman who was
selling “us”, at first had no idea and then I asked her, “Did you ever
think that I would be the guy buying “me”?” We had a laugh about this
surreal moment. Nice to know that we are playing the arena and not
just getting sold off at a swap meet.
P.S. I decided to just sign mine in hopes that she could make a couple
of extra bucks on them. (Donnie apparently quit the Swap Meet Boys
because he felt like a piece of merchandise).

Thursday, October 9, 2008


I know I have kept politics somewhat removed from this blog, but I was recently informed of the change in the tide below, am terrified by it, and had to bring it to your attention:

"Following a recent spate of television and radio ads on behalf of a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage, a new poll suggests a rise in support for Proposition 8, the ballot measure that would block gay men and lesbians from marrying.

The new poll found that 47 percent expected to vote yes on Proposition 8, which would eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry, while 42 percent expected to vote no. That is a notable difference from a SurveyUSA poll released Sept. 25 which found 44 percent planned to vote yes, while 49 percent planned to vote no — an apparent 10 point swing."

- Mercury News, 10/7/2008

If you live in California, I beg of you to vote against Prop 8 and donate to the campaign.

I am calling it "donavoting."

If you don't live in California, I beg of you to donate to the campaign and tell everyone you know who lives in California to jump on the donavoting bandwagon.

To quote a dear friend regarding defeating Prop 8,

"Thank you in advance for your commitment to equality and civil rights for all."

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


Not feeling this debate. I think the format is totally not conducive to verbal a** kicking. And the folks in the audience all look like they want to die except for the one woman in the back with the big eye balls who is obviously in love with Obama.

P.S. How many heroes can McCain have? I believe right now we're up to 2: Reagan & Roosevelt. That doesn't even make sense to have those two fellows in the same category.


My demands were met. I will have my jeans back by the end of the day as they were sent out to be dry cleaned on the house. I am no longer going to kill Alvin, the wash & fold man, but he is on my sh*t list.

Gearing up for the debates tonight. I am feeling a little nervous and may have to do another wine and cobbler night to make it through, although I don't think it will be as bad as last time.

Btw, when I was up and marching over to Alvin's at 7:00am this morning, it was COLD. Like, REALLY COLD! I loved it! Fall has arrived!! Huzzah!

Monday, October 6, 2008


My brand new jeans are somehow missing from my laundry that I sent out today and my white shirt has come back pink even though I separate out my whites from everything else.

I am prepared to open up a can of whoopass on these people tomorrow if my pants are not returned, my shirt re-whitened, and a refund is back on my card.

Watch out, cleaner homies. I have Chuck on my side.

Will be doing some more positive blogging tomorrow.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


I don't know what to say. I'm upset, I'm more in love with Joe Biden, I had to eat a lot of homemade fruit cobbler and drink a lot of wine to get through the debate.

And, oh, I'm glad we can agree on one thing:

I love Israel.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I have noticed more public ass grabbing in New York than in any other city, particularly on the subway. I don't have a problem with giving your homie lover a squeeze, slap, or tap but do you really have to hold on for dear life for an extended period of time in a crowded subway car or on the platform? No, you don't. They have large poles throughout the car that you can hold on to; it isn't like you have to glue your hand onto someone's rumpass to avoid falling over.

It is gearing up to big a big rest of the week. My dearest friend Josebee is arriving from London for 9 days late Thursday and I haven't seen him since the night before he moved (February). So pumped to get to traipse around the city with him. We have had a lot of fun together over the years since we met my freshman year of high school.

As you can see, New Year's 2007 was particularly bananas. And no, neither of us have ever been in Cirque Du Soleil. We're just naturally gifted acrobats.

I really need a sugar daddy because I have a very intense social calendar these days and not a lot of time to work. I have always said that I would be a great muse for someone, and I would love it if that someone were Marc Jacobs. I mean, he chose Meg White for some of his ads....

I look good in big sunglasses, I am pale, and I have really dark hair.

And I like sitting in the woods with purses.

Marc, why haven't you called me yet?