Places to live...

Have you ever seen this site?

www.findyourspot.com

I went through the quiz a couple of years ago and found out that cities best match my partuclar living preferences at that time. Quite eye opening.

Now that I live in one of this cities that hit the top 10 a couple years ago, I decided to take another shot at "finding my spot". Well, apparently, my living factors have changed a bit in the past few years. Certain elements have higher priority and others less. Turns out my current city crept into the Top 5 this time around. Don't know what that means. Didn't think i was supposed to like it here:) Oh well. We'll have to see what another two years brings. (Too bad you can't choose other parts of the world yet)

Blog address

Sorry for the constant blog address changes lately...i have been trying to import my blog into a couple other formats and the hyphens and extra letters just seemed extraneous. Thanks for bearing with me.

Let's get physical...

Well, not really. And definately not like the Olivia Newton-John song. Sidenote, was her name really hyphenated or did i just do that because it seemed like the right thing punctuationally to do in this day and age of paternal and maternal conception credit equality?
I am going in for a physical tomorrow. Blood test, turn and cough, the works. Before last year I had not voluntarily been to the doctor in years. I hate them. Not personally and certainly not for their exceptionally clean environs ( i am a neat freak) but simply because they have needles. I hate needles. I know that I inflict more physical abuse to my body on the soccer field or by falling and skinning my knee on the pavement....but needles suck. I know it is all mental. You can barely feel the prick but it is the thought of my precious blood flowing unwillingly out of my body. Like i am being harvested. And I am certain that my specific physiological makeup can not allow even 2 or 3 ounces of blood to leave my fine tuned machine without my whole body turning a pale shade of blue.
Fortunately his office is merely down the hall from my office so it won't be like I have to get in a moving vehicle afterwards and try and drive while fending off the urge to pass out because my blood equilibrium is totally off.

Stay tuned...

Blogging...

I really wish I could write better. I mean, if I knew how to put to pen and paper the thoughts that ricochet around in my head all day....

I guess I will just have to use this medium as a means to "jot" down many of those things. Some may make more sense than others and some may simply be phrases. Case in point.

Alas, i suck at this already but i don't care.

Why is there no good Chinese food in NYC?

Seriously, been here 4.5 months and have yet to find a palatable sesame chicken anywhere. Not even in Chinatown. Where is all the good Chinese food?

I miss Malaya.

Travel woes...per usual

Well, flew back to the ATL this past weekend for another wedding. As of late, air travel and me are not on the best of terms. I flew to Atlanta last month for a wedding and was held in LGA for an hour and a half before finally taking off. This trip was unfortunatly no different.
I was supposed to leave Thursday at 7pm. That afternoon I checked the flight online and apparently it was already delayed until 8:10pm....and this was at 3 in the afternoon. So i arrived and boarded the plane and then we pulled away at 8:20pm. Then the captain said we would be number 25 in line for takeoff so it would probably be another 45 min sitting in the plane. 40 min go by and we get out of line because they apparently "closed down" our departure route. So we ended up back in a different line. Another 45 min on the plane ticks by and the captain said they opened up another route and we were "gonna make a break for it". This time 3rd in line. So instead of a scheduled 7pm departure we end up "wheels up" at 10:01pm. (30 mins after the scheduled arrival time into ATL)

So on the flight home i was crossing my fingers for a smooth experience. Decided to skip my scheduled 11:30am flight and opted to standby with Bebe on the 3pm flight. Big mistake. (Aside from spending time with her of course) Long story short (too late, i know) sat in the airport until they let us take off at 6:30pm (3 hours late) and then circled Baltimore for additional two hours in the plane in a holding pattern until we either ran out of fuel and had to abort to Philly to fill up or shoot the gap and sneak in between the bad storms in NYC. We touched down a little after 10pm. Sucked.

Don't even get me started about the hour cab line and re-routing our drive from the airport through bad Queens and the Midtown tunnel.

No mas for me with the whole air travel thing. (Unless of course it is to get out of the country:)

Frrrozen Hot Chocolate®

Went to Serendipity 3 on Saturday night. This is the site of the movie of the same name (well, minus 3). One of the unique things about NYC, you can wait for an hour and a half for dessert at 10:30 at night, and be happy doing it. By the time we sat down for our Frrrozen Hot Chocolate® just shy of midnight the place was still packed and a line out the door. Service was quick, portions were huge, and the taste......oh sooo gooood!
For those wishing to make the trek to the sleepy Upper East side street, I suggest stopping by first, putting your name on the list and then heading across the street to Patsy's for some eats at the acclaimed NYC top pizza joints or next door to Brasserie 360 , then check back in an hour or so for your dessert. You won't be dissappointed.

Now, if I can just figure out how to make that frrrozen concotion at home.....

Celebrity sightings in NYC

Since moving here in April I have had my eye out for celebs. I don't know how I always seem to pick them out of a crowd. Guess I just have a keen eye for them.

In my first month here I literally ran into Parker Posey. She was walking her dog in the East Village, when I was walking back from Nevada Smith's after just watching Liverpool take out Juventus in the UEFA Champions League Quarterfinals.

The next sightings were bunched together in one weekend trip out of the city actually. We were flying to Pensacola, FL from LaGuardia for a weekend wedding in Orange Beach, AL. On our flight to ATL(connection) Stephen Baldwin was sitting about 8 rows ahead of me. One the second leg of the trip from ATL to PNS, Boston Rob and Amber were on our flight sitting a few rows away. Apparently they were looking at some beach property down there for after their wedding.

So, yesterday while I was leaving work I turn left out of my building and bump into this huge guy who turns out to be Ice Cube's bodyguard. Ice is just standing there hanging outside the front door of the W hotel, which apparently a hot spot hotel for celebrities. In the past month there have been Pauly Shore and Tori Spelling spotted by co-workers and my bebe, respectively.

Needless to say, i need to start carrying my camera to work.

The Met

Went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art Friday night for drinks on their rooftop bar. One of the best views in the city. There was this pretty cool exhibit on the roof that got me wondering....could I be an artist? All this art stuff doesn't look to hard. I mean, couldn't anyone re-create these "works" of art? But I guess that is what makes the artists special...not the fact that they created these works, but that they thought of them first.

Think about it.

Also, little known fact about The Met that I was not aware of.....you can pay whatever you want for admissions. Since it is a not-for-profit organization, they can't force you to pay anything. You just quote them a price and they have to accept it. They do post "recommended" admissions prices. Now, i say this not to encourage anyone to skimp out on the admissions price but just so that if you ever show up and are a few bucks short, not to worry, you can still get in and enjoy all the Met has to offer.