did I miss this!??
http://www.nbc.com/the-tonight-show/the-tonight-show/nbcs-brotherhood-of-man/
I party hopped from a Superbowl Party? where the theme was America and the hosts threw orange bandana flags on any "plays" that involved party guests yelling anything other than "Go Sports!!" to an intimate viewing party of 5 gays & me.
Catching this 3minutes and 50 second spot would have softened the blow of the Pats' loss but alas...
The bff and I were having a two person sing off in my tower on the UUWS from 6 - 6:30, so we missed pre-game programming.
True story.
For shame.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
I see more changes
Well, I see one. Made one.
No longer writing about being a princess or nomad so much as I am going to about being a baller-ina.
Tweeted and/or fb posted this convo I had with my non-bestfriend and ACK roomie where I asked if it's possible for a girl to be a baller, and he said of course, and that they call those ballerinas.
I'm owning that.
I've had an American Express gold card for five years now. I'm not playing around here. I'm getting shit done.
I'm practically an Avenger. Good God I love Robert Downey Junior. Is it May 4th yet? 3 months.
No longer writing about being a princess or nomad so much as I am going to about being a baller-ina.
Tweeted and/or fb posted this convo I had with my non-bestfriend and ACK roomie where I asked if it's possible for a girl to be a baller, and he said of course, and that they call those ballerinas.
I'm owning that.
I've had an American Express gold card for five years now. I'm not playing around here. I'm getting shit done.
I'm practically an Avenger. Good God I love Robert Downey Junior. Is it May 4th yet? 3 months.
Friday, February 3, 2012
The In Crowd
Will it ever go out of style?
I'm really not sure.
I shouldn't out her, but everyone's favorite MamaNaugs called me practically bubbling over with excitement last week when she received an invite to a "Girls Night In" with some of the Newton moms she always says she wishes she could be better friends with. And for those who are keeping track, she's pushing 49 and feeling fine (last year's surprise breakfast party was in honor of her hitting 48 and feeling great).
My Nanny Janny always prides herself on being tight lipped but probably would have turned in to a gossip back in her day if she'd known it would have landed her on the Football Cheerleading Squad instead of just the Ice Hockey one. (Amazing fact about my maternal grandparents, they both held coveted positions on illustrious teams of yore: said cheerleading squad on ice and Brandeis' Football - undefeated since 1959 when the team was disassembled).
And here I am an example of frailty... strong, independent, NYNaugs, all excited because I got emails today inducting me to two online societies of note: improvteams.com and that sparkology site I wrote about two days ago. Practically a plastic!
In like Flynn, as they say. Poor Gretchen. Always trying to make fetch happen.
I'm really not sure.
I shouldn't out her, but everyone's favorite MamaNaugs called me practically bubbling over with excitement last week when she received an invite to a "Girls Night In" with some of the Newton moms she always says she wishes she could be better friends with. And for those who are keeping track, she's pushing 49 and feeling fine (last year's surprise breakfast party was in honor of her hitting 48 and feeling great).
My Nanny Janny always prides herself on being tight lipped but probably would have turned in to a gossip back in her day if she'd known it would have landed her on the Football Cheerleading Squad instead of just the Ice Hockey one. (Amazing fact about my maternal grandparents, they both held coveted positions on illustrious teams of yore: said cheerleading squad on ice and Brandeis' Football - undefeated since 1959 when the team was disassembled).
And here I am an example of frailty... strong, independent, NYNaugs, all excited because I got emails today inducting me to two online societies of note: improvteams.com and that sparkology site I wrote about two days ago. Practically a plastic!
In like Flynn, as they say. Poor Gretchen. Always trying to make fetch happen.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I say "ciao for now"
fairly often, generally genuinely, and to just about anyone I'm ending a conversation with but likely to chat with again before long.
I think this is working against me when it comes to my finding my funny.
I'm in musical improv right now at a rival improvisational school of my beloved House of Amy Poehler aka UCB, and I get the impression I am significantly less negative than several of my comedy classmates particularly in said musical class but perhaps across the board at these comedy schools.
I don't want to be too sunshiney but at the same time, I'm not really one to gripe, hold a grudge or dwell, and according to The Comedy Bible, jokes come from musing on what's weird, stupid, hard or scary about anything and everything under the sun that is experienced and thus relatable, so it's a strange challenge to feel compelled to find things to whine about.
Actually as I just typed that I realized that if you play the weird, stupid or scary angles you don't necessarily have to whine while doing so.
And so maybe - huzzah!! I can find my funny afterall, even IF I use cheesy sayings on the regular. Like "ciao for now" and "okie doke" and "gotcha!" (always with an exclamation point).
Tonight I played the weird card when asked to make up a song on the spot about Bubbles. I went full throttle into a country tune inviting a fella over for a bubble bath and it was a hit.
One step or trot at a time as the case may be.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Back from hiatus
The writer in me had to do some reading, the actress in me had to do some scene study, and the nomad in me had to bounce between New York and Newton twice in the last two weeks of January for two of the four final performances of my baby sisterfriend at the infamous NNHS. I think there's one Jubilee Singers concert and one last Pops Night in June standing between my family and our official graduation from the 12 years of high school extracurricular activities we've partaken in. Indeed, the end of an era.
What brings me back to my soap box, you ask? Evolution. And specifically, the evolution of dating sites. Two of my BC modmates sent me this link this morning: http://mashable.com/2012/01/
And one can only wonder whether the next chapter in my fairytale is to be told with the help of an elitist bunch of yentas. The graphics are priceless, no? My kind of straight to the point cartoons.
For anyone that's counting I've received 5 Save The Dates for 2012, and it's just the first of February. Love actually IS all around. In the meantime, I am 21 days away from flying to Florida with four of my favorite Nook Girls for the Walt Disney World Princess Half Marathon. And that about brings you up to speed.
More musings to come as the month moves right along.
What brings me back to my soap box, you ask? Evolution. And specifically, the evolution of dating sites. Two of my BC modmates sent me this link this morning: http://mashable.com/2012/01/
And one can only wonder whether the next chapter in my fairytale is to be told with the help of an elitist bunch of yentas. The graphics are priceless, no? My kind of straight to the point cartoons.
For anyone that's counting I've received 5 Save The Dates for 2012, and it's just the first of February. Love actually IS all around. In the meantime, I am 21 days away from flying to Florida with four of my favorite Nook Girls for the Walt Disney World Princess Half Marathon. And that about brings you up to speed.
More musings to come as the month moves right along.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Pricks abroad / Prince Charmings here in NYC
Two nights ago I went to see the Ides of March with my modmate and Milan travel buddy. Sigh, Ryan Gosling, how do I love thee?
Anyway, this modmate and I had lamented when we were touring Italy and Switzerland last Fall the fact that there are pricks abroad similar to the ones we've come across and dated periodically here in the States as if you can't meet a dreamboat in storybook Europe, where can you expect to find one?
But doing our best to orange buzz in the new year, we actually spent a good deal of time chatting post movie at the whimsically named West Village pub, Pint of No Return, about the Charmings we've had the pleasure of being cheered up by in the past week or so.
You see, she was being wisked away to Chi-town by her very own Mr. Big, who also happens to be taking her to Per se the next time he's in town (so Mr. Big of him, right?), and I was with two other BC gals last Monday, who had only JUST made the observation that there appeared to be not a single chivalrous guy in Manhattan by contrast to the South and Midwest where they're dwelling these days, when an uber kind cutie offered me his spot on the Jitney so I could get to Jersey at the same time as my girls. He could take a later bus, he said, I should go with my friends.
So sweet right? And then later another young chap helped me not fall on my face while riding the subway in a precarious spot out of reach of any poles to hold onto, and even when I stepped (hard) on his foot, he reached his arm out behind me to be sure I didn't topple as the train jerked into the crowded station, so I thanked him for his help on my way out making him chuckle, and chocked another one up on the scorecard of this city of singles.
Turns out there are a handful of chivalrous guys in the Big Apple it's just that their gentility's in their little gestures. Pricks abound abroad and Stateside, but it's important to stop and point out the princes in our midst, because daily interactions with them are paving the way to our happy endings.
Anyway, this modmate and I had lamented when we were touring Italy and Switzerland last Fall the fact that there are pricks abroad similar to the ones we've come across and dated periodically here in the States as if you can't meet a dreamboat in storybook Europe, where can you expect to find one?
But doing our best to orange buzz in the new year, we actually spent a good deal of time chatting post movie at the whimsically named West Village pub, Pint of No Return, about the Charmings we've had the pleasure of being cheered up by in the past week or so.
You see, she was being wisked away to Chi-town by her very own Mr. Big, who also happens to be taking her to Per se the next time he's in town (so Mr. Big of him, right?), and I was with two other BC gals last Monday, who had only JUST made the observation that there appeared to be not a single chivalrous guy in Manhattan by contrast to the South and Midwest where they're dwelling these days, when an uber kind cutie offered me his spot on the Jitney so I could get to Jersey at the same time as my girls. He could take a later bus, he said, I should go with my friends.
So sweet right? And then later another young chap helped me not fall on my face while riding the subway in a precarious spot out of reach of any poles to hold onto, and even when I stepped (hard) on his foot, he reached his arm out behind me to be sure I didn't topple as the train jerked into the crowded station, so I thanked him for his help on my way out making him chuckle, and chocked another one up on the scorecard of this city of singles.
Turns out there are a handful of chivalrous guys in the Big Apple it's just that their gentility's in their little gestures. Pricks abound abroad and Stateside, but it's important to stop and point out the princes in our midst, because daily interactions with them are paving the way to our happy endings.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Thank you wellness tea
Celestial Seasonings makes this amazing tea I first discovered in the Fall of 2008 fresh off the bus from Boston, and it is by far one of the best things 2012 has brought into my life so far.
I grew up wearing faux fur hats and stoles to tea parties with my neighbors and friends, having been taught how to enjoy a cup of tea by my great grandmother (Nana Rose) as early as I was taught just about anything else, and nothing beats two heaping spoonfulls of sugar in a well steeped cup of Red Rose or Lipton tea heavy on the whole milk as well, but the start of 2012's about scaling back the indulgence (yet again), and truth be told there's something to this brew that's just plain magical.
My year kicked off in the best of company, with laughter, lots of important, inspiring and insightful conversations, and making the most of my days off to explore Manhattan over the course of the holidays. Who could ask for anything more?
It is, in fact, well with my soul. Sing it, bro.
I grew up wearing faux fur hats and stoles to tea parties with my neighbors and friends, having been taught how to enjoy a cup of tea by my great grandmother (Nana Rose) as early as I was taught just about anything else, and nothing beats two heaping spoonfulls of sugar in a well steeped cup of Red Rose or Lipton tea heavy on the whole milk as well, but the start of 2012's about scaling back the indulgence (yet again), and truth be told there's something to this brew that's just plain magical.
My year kicked off in the best of company, with laughter, lots of important, inspiring and insightful conversations, and making the most of my days off to explore Manhattan over the course of the holidays. Who could ask for anything more?
It is, in fact, well with my soul. Sing it, bro.
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