Friday, August 26, 2011

Come on, Irene


Well if you can't beat'em join'em, I suppose.


I really thought we'd be fine with what I have in the pantry: beer, wine & rice, but just to be on the safe side, the BFF and I are heading down to West Side Market in a bit to stock up on perishables.


At least, that's what he keeps calling them, I think it's the non-perishables that we'd be better suited with, no?


Stay safe out there folks! Come on, Irene.


Here in my tower on the Upper Upper West Side, I feel safe & sound & so ready for you!

"I'm not lonely, I'm alone"

Although I don't know I think my blog might be a little lonely. I think it's time for me to do some social media networking in the blogosphere... 20SB, I'm on my way back to chat up my little chat forum here...

In anycase, took a dance class and did an hour of cardio at NYSC last night by Lincoln Center and decided I deserved a date night.

So I popped into the AMC to catch Anne Hathaway (who wow really is a doppelganger for one of my modmates from back in the day) and Jim Sturgess (who there's just something about that I love love love) in "One Day."

And shit kids, it's such an interesting little story they tell with that there film, and more importantly, I'm so happy that & Bridesmaids are the movies I saw solo vs. Blue Valentine which I've yet to sit through in full.

Bitter sweet.

Bracing for Irene's arrival this weekend. I haven't got a flashlight, but I'm thinking it probably wouldn't be the worst impulse buy.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

T minus fifteen minutes

till I'm fast asleep.

Is there anything better than full 8 hour nights' rests?

This'll be my second in a row. Before Tuesday it'd been a while. And hosting visitors in NYC has its perks and is incredibly fun and rewarding, but its also downright exhausting.

Sunday Funday's 4 am arrival home to the Upper Upper West Side Monday morning took a titanic sized toll on me, so I'm still sort of recovering. Luckily I'll have dance classes Tues, Wed & Thurs to thank for detoxing my system.

But don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade having seen my sis and fellow Pikermier this weekend for anything in the World.

Um and holy smokes, speaking of half marathons, should I go ahead and sign up for this one below right now or what!?!?!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Oh Autumn in New York

On principal I try to not comment on or like my bff's statuses on the FB.

On principal, actually, probably more like out of spite. Mostly because I leave that sort of gesture to his fans and 4,000+ friends on the ol' social networking site.

But he posted quite a find with this link:


And I am so grateful to him for the way Ella and Louis' voices are mellowing me out this morning as I listen to these lyrics:

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so exciting (inviting)
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting

Shimmering clouds - glimmering crowds (glittering crowds and shimmering clouds)
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel - I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings a (the) promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
(They) All sigh for exotic lands

(But) It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park

(But) It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Changing the channel

I'm not much of a TV watcher.

Haven't been since high school really. Maybe even middle school.

I mean, I love sitcoms, don't get me wrong. I want to BE on one. I think I'm LIVING in one (take for example how the first person to view my marshmallow me featuring Xenadrine spot was - seemingly inevitably - my infamous ex) and I watch them and TV news magazines ranging from The Today Show to TMZ whenever the time of day allows on the cardio machines at the gym, but I don't watch anything regularly.

So tonight, it's not surprising to me that another handful of my friends will text/call/email to say they've spotted me sporting my light and dark blue bikinis at the Malibu mansion mid whatever programming they happen to be watching on Comedy Central, Lifetime, Bravo or MTV, but I've got my coil bound printouts of past drafts of The Book spread out on the table in my living room, and I'm outlining my next few months worth of work to be done on edits, agent research and proposal submissions.

Summer's over. Time to change the channel from actress/sister/friend to writer again.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Old people love me

Maybe it's my old soul that draws them in. They can tell I'm beyond my years.

Maybe it's the curly hair.

Something about curly hair says classic, timeless. Since the dawn of time people have been battling their botticelli locks (as they're deemed by the experts at Devachan).

I love that they love me though.

There's nothing sweeter than an elderly woman dressed all in old-world Greece style black skirt and sweater and straw hat, stopping by my table in Starbucks to say thank you again for making sure no one sat at the table she had procured for herself.

Delight.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Purged and poised

Speaking of feeling grateful for time in Boston, but more to the subject of being ready to be back in the city... I did Bikram Wednesday evening and made it through the Camel pose without wanting to vom.

THIS IS HUGE.

Apparently that pose is notorious for stirring up the inner sanctums of your stomach primarily with emotions and in the past two years when I've gone to do it there's been a serious block there, as in nope, sorry, no way jose, I'm just gonna go ahead and put myself in child's pose right now instead of trying to arch back and running the risk of wrenching forward to wretch.

So I am feeling fixed as it were, and ready to get back to action before Fall sneaks up on us. It's lovely to have had the option of staying in Cambridge for a couple more weeks, but my tower on the UUWS is calling my name. There's work to be done, and purged, I'm now poised to go do it.

5 mile turnaround

Last night my coworker asked me if I was running this morning, and I texted her back to say I was planning on a 5 mile turnaround at 7:45 if she wanted to join.

My favorite route by far to run from the Cambridge house is the 5 miler I do down to the BU bridge and back.

It's not really a loop though, it's a turnaround. And it doesn't matter what mood I set out from the house in for it, I go knowing full well it will have turned around somehow by the time I get back.

Wednesday AM for instance I left the house feeling foul and hating that my bff called me into Agent action with a ring at 8am about the web episode filming job he was assisting on that morning because he threatened my being able to finish my 5 miles in time to sneak in a shower before setting up at my desk, but then I returned floating on air and feeling like life was a song.

This morning I left light as a feather and in a mood I could hardly imagine getting better until I came upon a wonderful College friend crossing River St on my way back, and if a 5 minute catch up chat with an old pal can't make you feel fortunate for your time in Boston, I don't know what can.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

On being a crazy bitch

unfortunately, it happens to the best of us.

"Frailty, thy name is," as they say, and accordingly incredibly strong and otherwise sensible, practical, intelligent and independent women fall prey to the crazy.

My poor doctor roomie is fending off a bout of it as she awaits a formal proposal from her bf of three years, my bff experienced mine first hand this morning when he called to talk work at 8am and threatened to disrupt my plan for the morning to fit in a 5 miler. I was not having his complaints about his work as an assistant to one of my star stylists in the citAy and I basically bit his head off through the phone.

Woops.

Sorry.

But, I'll tell you something, I'm watching "Gone With the Wind" in hour long increments, and I'll be damned if it doesn't make me feel better to be finding out that Scarlett O'Hara - easily one of the most famous heroines of the last century - was a bat shit crazy bitch.

My thoughts on being a crazy bitch are that it's simply not the worst thing in the world and at least we're one for all and all one for all.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

My dad in a nutshell


Email he sent to our "running group" (comprised of me, my sister, my college roommate, her boyfriend, her dad, her sister, and her sister's boyfriend... we're all in it to finish it for Boston 2012)

Captain's Log 20110801:
Captain Naugler, Dad reported to starfleet command today for his first voyage. He was a little disappointed to discover that he had been classified as an Air Craft Carrier. It is his hope that by the time the official mission is run in April of 2012 that he will be in a smaller battle ship or perhaps even a PT Cruiser classification. With that being said, though, he felt the initial voyage was a success. He reported for duty with first officer 'Heat' and medical specialist 'Humidity'. Together his senior officers created an environment primed for a good workout. The mission led to several key pieces of intelligence:
- Captain Don has a lot to learn about running
- The route was just slightly more than 3 miles as prescribed by coach Jim and logistics officer Danielle
- A good job was done hydrating throughout the day, so there were no issues of overheating
- In contrast, however, the fuel consumption was not nearly as efficient. I was too quick out of the gate and had no concept of pace. As a result, the mission was a mix of jogging and walking. Even with the walking mixed in, the pace was too quick. We will work on that.
- Finally, to inaccurately paraphrase the notoriously quotable Yogi Bera, I discovered that jogging is 40% physical and 90% mental. Clearly I was lacking in the mental department.
Until next time, Captain Naugler, Dad. ;-)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Take me out to the Ball Game

HOW AMAZING IS THIS?

I am getting free tix to tonight's Sox game. And this is the 2nd time that's happened to me in a week! And this is after having wanted to go to a game for the past 3 years.

I mean. If this Summer isn't just full of pleasant surprises that are basically the bee's knees, I don't know what it is.