THE BEST PART ABOUT SNOW DAY.

Was finding this online:

SUPER DUPER SNOW DAY.

I woke up this morning, could barely see out my window, and the whitewash covering Manhattan hasn't let up for a second. I went into my office for 2 hours to find no one there and then got the email from HR saying to go home!

SNOW DAY! SCORE!

I took my computer home with me, did a few things from my couch, and now it is free time. There is nothing better than being snoogled on your couch with some NPR and coffee while the world explodes outside.

Let's have one big collective, "AWWWWW YEAAAAHHHH."

NO BREEZIES ALLOWED.

Back at the beginning of January, The Roomie and I threw a little party to celebrate the following things:

1) The Roomie's birth.

2) The new year.

3) The fact that it is, once again, freezing.

The theme was "Older and Colder" and, hot damn, we had a great time.

Even Clint showed up.

WILNY.

Another "Why I Love New York" moment happened yesterday afternoon when I received an email from a friend saying she had an extra orchestra ticket for the New York Ballet's production of The Sleeping Beauty. In a matter of hours I was transported out of my office and into the theatre for my very first trip to the ballet in New York.

And oooooooh it was good.

The music from The Sleeping Beauty is some of my most favorite ballet music. The first time I ever saw/heard it was at the Royal Ballet at Convent Garden in London and I was rather transfixed, and last night was no exception.

I also must confess that I am a total closeted ballet lover. I have spent many an hour dreaming about being a ballerina, knowing all the while that never in a bazillion years will it ever happen. But, there is something so freakishly lovely to me about the idea of being one, isn't there? They don't seem human, and I mean that in a good way (not like "you're not human so you're like the robots that were at the Grammy's").

Anyways, what I loved about this version (choreographed by the wonderful Peter Martins) was how much humor was incorporated into the staging and choreography.

And, similar to Marin Short's idea about putting in a Big Black Lady To Stop The Show:




If you throw some kids on stage and make them do choreographed things, the audience just goes bananas. I had a face cramp because I couldn't stop smiling.

I also am rather transfixed by, as Jessica Simpson once called them, the "Ballerinos." Watching male dancers blows my mind because they are just using the sheer force of their bodies and their feet to propel themselves all over the place, all the while looking like they are simply feathers trouncing around like it's no big thing. They don't even look out of breath. I. Don't. Get. It.

As I walked home, I couldn't help but sing this to myself...



Because, everything WAS beautiful at the ballet.

Oh, le sigh.

WAKING UP WITH JOAQUIN.

As I was going to sleep last night (at the decadent hour of 9:30pm, I might add) I peeked out my window and caught a glimpse of the snow that was just starting to fall. When I woke up this morning, I was treated to my completely silent neighborhood (which is a rarity) covered in a light dusting. Also known as my favorite winter moment.

There is nothing quite like waking up at the crack of dawn and seeing fresh snow everywhere. It is so incredibly refreshing to me and it also makes it really hard to get out of bed. Part of why I like waking up early is that it is pretty much the only time when my neighborhood is somewhat quiet, when I can walk down the street without a million other people and I can actually hear myself think.

Enough of my emotional snow rantings.

The latest news in my brain is that Joaquin Phoenix has apparently pulled himself out of the gutter and is looking normal again. And, by normal, I mean FOXY.

Gutter:

Hotter:

Ultimate Hotness:

I really hope he stays this way. Nothing makes me more depressed than a sad, scary Joaquin.

Also, I had a bad dream last night. Like, I woke up because I was kind of freaking out in my brain. Why did that happen? That hasn't happened in a looooong time. Perhaps it was because I had seen the gutter picture of Joaquin and thought he had crossed back over the line...GET IT? THE LINE? LIKE WALKING THE LINE? WALK THE LINE?

WHAT?

I don't know what just happened.

NOT HOW LONG IT IS, BUT HOW GOOD IT IS.

Unbelievably worth the watch. Thanks, Josebee.

J.K. Rowling Speaks at Harvard Commencement from Harvard Magazine on Vimeo.

WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?

It's February?!??!?!? SINCE WHEN?

Today. I know, since today. But holy mother of mothers that really came out of nowhere.

Last night I caught some of the Grammy's and, I have to say, I totally loved Lady Gaga jamming with Elton John. It was basically the best part of the show, and I have never even really listened to Gaga's music. But the two of them were adorable.

Also, Britney wore her Britney to the ceremony:

I turned it off after about 5 minutes because I was bored out of my mind and everyone looked like robots and there were too many explosions and too many robots and lots of explosions and lots of robots. Did I mention there were robots? And, by robots, I mean the Black Eyed Peas, masked people with big muscles, Michael Jackson's cousins, and Celine Dion.

It has been a little bit FREYZING here and my bedroom, which is normally an explosive box of heat, has actually been the perfect temperature. Seeing as I have been up basically since 4:30am, I am very much looking forward to going home, eating, watching some FNL (which doesn't have any robots), and passing out.