Monday, March 30, 2009


I just had a beer for dinner. Lalalalalalalalaaaa.

Tomorrow will be a big day because I will be attending my first ever auction at Christie's on behalf of an employer. It is going to be off the chain, the people watching will be prime, and I hope there will be refreshments. Do they get people a little toasty before the bidding begins?

GOD I hope so.

What ever am I going to wear? Maybe a unitard.


My good friend, Adam Marcus, just had this piece published by Museo Magazine online about the Mormons in El Dorado, Texas. It is super, I am turbo proud of him, and he is going to expand upon the article to write a book so if y'all know a publisher you best let me know pronto. And if you think I'm joking, I'm not. This is, like, the one time I am actually being serious on my blog...except for the time I wrote about how Beyonce's armpits scare the beejesus out of me. Because they really, really do.


If any of my readers are Mormons/FLDSers, don't take offense. We love you. This just goes to show we are 2x's as in 2 U as U R in 2 us.

essay by Adam Marcus
If you drive northeast of the tiny town of Eldorado, Texas (pop. 2,000) on Schleicher County Road 300, there isn’t much to see, save the occasional oil well and the limitless, low-lying brush of the dry landscape. But four miles or so out of town, as the calm monotony of west Texas ranch country begins to set in, you’ll come upon an unmarked, padlocked gate, initially indistinguishable from those found at countless other dusty turnoffs along the road. This one is different, though: in the distance, far beyond the wire mesh fence, a collection of buildings, anchored by a prominent white structure, conspicuously rises like a mirage from the otherwise vacant prairie. An agricultural complex, you might think, or perhaps some kind of industrial park. But no: inside the gate lies the site of the most recent chapter of America’s history of confrontation between fundamentalist religion and organized democracy. The gate itself represents nothing less than the front line in the enduring battle over the power of the state to interfere in private religious affairs, an unresolved conflict that, in many ways, is written into this country’s DNA. It’s a complex story of migration, polygamy, alleged pedophilia, vast sums of money, and of course, great controversy. But perhaps more than anything, it’s a story of one of the most radical and compelling utopian experiments in recent American history.

Friday, March 27, 2009


"You can have someone come over, have sex, and kill you."

- A 60-something-year-old woman walking with her 2 friends in front of my apartment last night

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


My friend Wrenndolyn sent me this. It is just beyond cool. I love that people in the world are doing these sorts of things.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


My personal time out this past weekend was faboolous. I stayed in on Friday night, made Guacamole (I'm really into avocados right now) and watched "The Reader." Woke up Saturday, stayed in my jammies until about 2:00pm, did some correspondence, hit the gym, went and had an afternoon dessert and coffee with my roomie then headed off to Brooklyn for dinner with my sister, Sanchez, The Fresh Prince, and D-Money. Sunday was complete with writing some more of my one woman show and lounging around.
It was so stellar. And I am so well rested. Huzzah!
I have been rather deliquent with getting my St. Patrick's Day Parade photos posted, but it will happen. I promise. And they will be worth the wait.
In the meantime, watch this:

Friday, March 20, 2009


I am glad it is Friday. I woke up this morning to go to an 8:00am spin class and it was SNOWING.
WTF NEW YORK? It was like summer on Tuesday and then today turned into grossness. I guess Tuesday was just because of the luck of the Irish. Or global warming. Who knows.
Anyways, my spin class totes made my day because there was a 60+ year old woman weighing about 80lbs, who had obviously had about 13 face lifts, wearing skin tight white spandex. She did expressive arm movements the entire class, basically was dancing on her bike, and put on a big fur hat during the cool down. The room was like 105 degrees and there was Grandma Twiggy in her Dr. Zhivago headgear. Stellar.
This weekend I will be continuing my theme of rest and relaxation. Although I have been a busy bee, per the usual, I have been getting to bed early and feeling good. There is always so much to do here in the Big Apple that sometimes you just need to sit around and do nothing at all.
Of course, doing nothing at all for me usually lasts about 15 minutes because I get too bored, but sitting around for a little bit will be GREAT.
Happy weekend, y'allz.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


For some reason I am getting spam to one of my email addresses from an 

How did that happen?  They have no idea who they are emailing that to.  I start laughing every time one arrives in my Spam Inbox.  They make my day.

A to the Men!

P.S. The parade yesterday was off the hook.  I have numerous photos and need to find the time to upload them and add appropriate commentary.  Let's just say there was a ton of spandex, crushed velvet, and awkward teenagers in marching bands and kilts.

And hot cops.  To quote one of my bosses, "Get your little green ass down there and find yourself a cute man!  There are tons of them!  Just reach out and take one!"

I opted to watch from the sidelines and was in bed by 10:00pm, but still had a glorious time.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009



It is a BEAUTIFUL day with clear blue skies. I am at an apartment on 5th Avenue in a green dress, ready for all my friends to come parading by. I will eventually make my way down to the street to really live it up (without boozing because I am on the brink of getting a cold).

Hope you all have a very safe day and I will post pictures soon of all the revelry. On Friday night I was walking home from the gym and there was a guy totally decked out in a kilt and knee socks walking around playing the bag pipes. Love it.

And we all love and are thinking of you, Kaky, on this very Mary Sheehy kind of day. We miss you.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


OMG I can't believe they broke up. I am like, so sad. And so surprised. They were my definition of forever.

'Levi Johnston doesn't want you to believe everything you read. Standing outside his family home in Wasilla, Alaska, Wednesday, the 19-year-old confirmed that the end of his engagement to Bristol Palin was mutual and decided "a while ago." But, he also told the Associated Press that the rumors on the Internet of why and how were inaccurate. Meanwhile, Palin, the 18-year-old daughter of Gov. Sarah Palin, issued a statement through her mother's political action committee, saying, "Unfortunately, my family has seen many people say and do many things to 'cash in' on the Palin name. Sometimes that greed clouds good judgment and the truth."The teenagers' infant son, Tripp, was born Dec. 27. Representatives for Gov. Palin have not returned calls for comment.'

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


So I am officially moved into my new apartment. There are still some things to unpack, but it just feels soooooooooo good to be in one place and know that I am not going anywhere for a looong time.
The weather has been a bit warmer and I am rawther pleased. I was getting really sick and tired of having to wear big coats all the time and I am now officially on coat strike. I have moved to jackets and I am hoping that I can keep it that way.

A few random things:

- I'm really glad Tom Brady and Gisele got married. I like them. And Tom Brady grew up a few blocks away from me, so yey. They are either going to have extremely attractive kids or really ugly ones. With those two there is no middle ground.

- Why is Katie Holmes Cruise suddenly rocking long hair? Doesn't she know that we all know it is really short under there and that the long locks are all fake? Why do celebs do that? Do they think that because they're famous we will think they have super fast chia pet growing hair?

I don't comprende.

- I have been listening to a lot of Adele recently and you should too. Particularly the song "Melt My Heart to Stone." It is perfect for pseudo rainy days like today.

Sunday, March 8, 2009



I am really excited.

I am also really, really tired and really, really full of Indian food. My friend Wrenndolyn is getting her cast removed on Tuesday so we had a goodbye party for him (she named him Quintin).

I spent today recording a demo in New Jersey with my band and I'm pooped. Hopefully all will go smoothly tomorrow. This will be the 5th time I've moved since October 2008. I will not be moving again for a long time.


Thursday, March 5, 2009


My secret spot is right along the water and is usually jam packed in the summer, but not so crowded during the winter (except on the slopes, of course). You have to walk under this overpass to get to the hill and I think Larkita and P'Amusing thought I was taking them somewhere to kill them.

Kill them with fun!!!

This go round, at the urging of one particular fellow, we decided to up the level of difficulty. Some of the moves were successful:

Some were not:

So I did some juggling to make up for the crashes:

I don't even really know how to juggle.
Larkita made a beautiful snow angel to finish off the day.

Monday, March 2, 2009


Today I awoke to a crisp, white Manhattan. I had an audition first thing in the morning, the streets were almost totally empty, and upon returning home I decided it was time to do what everyone should do on a snowy day.

Work? NO.

Sledding? YES.

We hit the slopes and let me tell you, it was oh so grand. And we ended the day at Shake Shack. Pictures and more details soon to come...

FYI: I am on a mini staycation, seeing as I spent the weekend at my friend's house up in the country and am now crashing at my sister's apartment while she is away skiing because it is bigger and has a bathtub and a TV. I am feeling very rejuvenated and relaxed, which is the exact opposite of what I was for the past 2 weeks. I was kind of in bad shape. I am also moving into a new apartment in the coming week, so I am resting up. More blogging to come in the next few days; sorry for the lapse.