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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Keanu Reeves Has A Hot Ass  Last night I saw Jude Law in Hamlet. It was excellent! Keanu Reeves was in the audience. We saw him going into the theater and then during intermission he passed us on the stairway twice. He was sporting a scruffy beard and long hair. I've never been a huge Keanu fan, but I must say that he looked HOT. Especially his ass. Yum.I love NYC. Labels: Hamlet, Hot Asses, Jude Law, Keanu Reeves, NYC Life  Friday, September 11, 2009
The Day The World Came Crashing Down My annual 9/11 post. I was up early that morning to vote in the primary election on my way to work. The weather was exceptionally beautiful-bright and crisp with not a cloud in the sky. The kind of weather that bode autumn. After casting my vote, I hopped onto the downtown express bus and opened my copy of "Other Powers." I read all the way downtown, my eyes only leaving the book once to enjoy the view of the Brooklyn Bridge from the FDR highway. I grabbed a coffee at my usual deli on the way into the office and soaked up the early morning atmosphere of Lower Manhattan. Since my first few weeks in New York, my dream had always been to work in the Financial District. From my first office on 34th Street I would gaze fondly at the view of the skyscrapers standing proudly at end of the island. Especially prominent were the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, literally towering above the highest of the others. Needless to say, I was more than happy to accept a job offer at 90 West Street (across the street from the WTC) five months after moving to New York. And when that job turned out to be a clusterf*ck, six months later I was even happier to accept a job at 140 Broadway (One block from the WTC). I loved working in that area. It was bustling, charming, and festive all year long. At lunchtime I would often walk to Battery Park to enjoy the view, or shop at the World Trade Center or Century21. Happy hour was enjoyable whether we went to Bull Run, O'Neil's, John Street Bar & Grill, or The Greatest Bar On Earth at the top of the WTC1. That morning at about a quarter to nine, I was perfectly happy drinking my coffee and checking my Hotmail. It was the sound that initially caught my attention and inspired me to look out of my North facing window. The sound of a plane at full throttle. There, heading South, I saw a very low-flying jetliner. And it was loud...So loud...I was frightened. I watched the plane until it was out of view, but I could still hear it. So loud, and so low. My heart was beating fast and I closed my eyes and held my breath, just waiting for it to pass, because I was afraid it was going to fall on top of our building. And then I heard it. The loudest noise I'd ever heard in my life. It was the same sound that a dumptruck makes as it bounces down the street, except this sound was 2,000 times louder than that. The sound of 2,000 dumptrucks bouncing down the street at once. And our building shook. My initial thought was that the plane had grazed the top of our building. Then someone shouted, "Look out of Dick's window," which faced West. We all ran to the corner office and it looked just like a tickertape parade. Paper was falling out of the sky. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought a Yankee's World Series parade was passing down on Broadway. The paper never stopped falling, and there was black smoke rising from WTC1. Looking at all of the paper flying around, and realizing that the plane had flown into the building, my mind instantly thought of the people. People must be hurt and killed, but I tried to erase thoughts like that from my mind. Maybe, somehow, everyone was OK. And several minutes later, we saw the firetrucks from the firecompany across the street from the WTC drive over as first responders. They looked so small from the 23rd floor. Just like toy trucks. My parents were on a roadtrip visiting family, and had arrived in DC the night before. I didn't have their cellphone number, so I ran into my office and called my uncle in my hometown to find out if he had the number. I knew that I should call them and let them know I was OK, because they'd be worried if they watched the news. While I was on the phone with him, the sound of another crash and explosion assaulted my ears. It was the same exact sound, but 10 times louder than the first. "What the f*ck was THAT?" I shouted as I slammed down the phone and ran to the window. I was just in time to witness a huge fireball flying out of the middle of WTC2. We all just stood there, speechless. And it was at that time that other, horror stricken co-workers started to run into the office. They told us stories. Stories of watching people jump out of the towers. Stories about seeing the carnage on the streets. Stories about watching the planes fly into the towers. I'm a weak person, and I started to feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want to hear anymore of these stories. Some of the people in the office, mostly those who lived in Manhattan, said they were going to leave and go home. I didn't see any need for us to panic. The firefighters would fix everything. It would be OK. We all stood in the corner office, watching the paper fall, and WTC2 burn. The paper kept falling. Some of it was on fire. Then it happened. DJ, a woman with whom I worked, announced that she was going to leave and go home. Her boyfriend was watching the whole thing from his apartment in Tribeca and told her that we were being attacked and she needed to leave the building immediately. DJ was a cold, calculating, rational person. The most rational person I'd ever met. I was smart enough to realize that if SHE thought she needed to leave the building, the I should go with her. I asked her to wait for me, because I was coming with her. Just as I grabbed my bag to go, my mother called, and I told her that I was safe, and was on my way home. DJ and I took the elevator down, and walked across the courtyard to 120 Broadway to catch the subway. As we were walking into the building, we saw thousands of people on the street all the way from the WTC to Chase Plaza behind us. They were all looking up at the towers. The fires were very high up in the sky, far away from the ground and us. I was sure that the firefighters would soon put out the flames, and all would be OK. We were sprinting to the stairway, and asking everyone if the trains were still running. Most of them looked perplexed, as they has no idea yet what had happened. We didn't stop to explain. We ran down the stairs into the subway and ran even faster through the tunnel onto the platform. Luckily, we made it into the first car just as the doors were closing. DJ got out at Grand Central to try and catch a Metro North train to Westchester, and I made it safely up to my stop on the Upper East Side. The first thing I did as I exited the subway was call my uncle and asked him to call my parents to let them know I had made it safely uptown. I spent about fifteen minutes watching TV with some neighbors at a pub on 1st Avenue before heading to my apartment. As I turned the corner onto my street, the doorman at the corner building told me that WTC2 had collapsed. My heart stopped. I asked him to repeat what he said. It wasn't a joke. I broke down. The tears began falling and wouldn't stop as I walked down my block. I made it to my apartment, crying hysterically. I carried my dogs onto the bed and held them both tight as I sobbed uncontrollably. Then I received my first phonecall. It was my oldest friend who still lived in our hometown. She had been watching TV, was worried about me, and implored me to move out of NYC. I told her I couldn't believe that one of the towers had collapsed. That's when she told me that the other tower was gone as well. Words can't begin to describe the shock and the sorrow that hit me all at once. I sobbed and turned on the TV, hoping that it was all a terrible mistake...But, of course, it wasn't. ...I realize just how lucky I was that day. I left Lower Manhattan before the towers fell, and was lucky enough not to get caught in the cloud of toxic dust and dangerous rubble, as so many of my friends and co-workers did. I was lucky not to have lost anyone close to me. I was just lucky. However, that day was truly the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it... Labels: 9/11, muslim scum Friday, August 21, 2009
The Recipe For Total Happiness  1 Martini3 course meal 1 flute of champagne 2 one-hits Labels: alcohol, drugs, happiness Monday, August 17, 2009
F*cking Funny  A couple of weeks ago I spent a few days at my parents' house. My mom and dad threw a huge party for my niece's first birthday. The night before I left, I was in the car with my mom and my sister, and they had the following conversation: My Mother On that Tudor's show they're always fucking in the ass! My Sister Ummmm....well they might not be doing it in the ass, they could just be doing it from behind. My Mother (stays completely silent) My Sister I see that you're a missionary woman... Seriously, this was the funniest fucking exchange that I've EVER heard! I was sitting in the front with my mother and laughed so hard I couldn't breath. The woman's 61 and apparently has never heard of doggy style. Holy shit. Labels: doggy style, fucking in the ass Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Happy Birthday To Me!  Had a great birthday today. Took a vacation day, went to the Met and saw a few exhibitions then went up to the rooftop garden for a drink and took in some sun. After the Met, met a couple of friends at the Boathouse for lunch--it was absolutely beautiful weather, then sat at the bar for several hours and people watched over a few glasses of champagne. Great birthday!The only thing I've missed today is a birthday wish from someone in particular. I'm not going to dwell on it nor let it ruin the rest of the day. However, I do hope that wherever he is today, and whatever he's doing, that I at least crossed his mind... Labels: champagne, my birthday, the Boathouse, the Met Friday, July 03, 2009
Bald Is Sexy        
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Pre-Exam Jitters  I've been studying for nearly four months for an exam that I'm taking on Tuesday evening. As much studying as I've done, I know that I should have done more...yikes. I need good vibes!!!Labels: exams, freaking out |
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