2010 Recap.

It’s actually just a recap of the first week…in chronological order of course.

1. After partying the night away in a penthouse on the upper east side (the fireworks were jealous of our vantage point), and retiring to an apartment in Chelsea filled with 15 friends and family members, the best way to start the New Year is with perfectly poached eggs and cheddar grits at Cookshop followed by a stroll along the High Line.  Talk about sustainability.  The High Line is a perfect example.  Take a rundown elevated rail and turn it into a walking path complete with sculpture art and wildlife (aka plants – which is totally wildlife in NYC).

2. 2010 is going to be a good year.  The reason I know this?  I got to be a +1 at a wedding on the 2nd of January.  Have I mentioned how much I love plus one-ing?  Not only that, but the wedding was five hours away in Oneida, NY.  That means roadtrip + wedding.  To top it all off, my date rocked (as did his driving skills, which = major turn-on) and I think I made a couple new friends from San Francisco and nobody can have enough friends from San Francisco.

3. On the way back from the Oneida wedding we successfully avoided Denny’s and made a stop at an authentic small town diner at the request of my date.  Did I mention yet that my date rocked?

4. While looking through the end of my grandmother’s estate, my cousins and I found 1) old love letters 2) terrible childhood photos 3) 5 matching St. June pendants (mine hasn’t left my neck since Monday) and 4) ugly sweaters…please invite us to an ugly sweater party next year.  I would call that the perfect foursome.

5. Mailing an application for an Indian visa makes me happy because it signals an upcoming trip to India.  Applications for ten year Indian visas make me VERY happy.

6. Discovered my new favorite hobby on January 6 and after having a phone conversation with my father earlier tonight it all makes sense.  You see, apparently the first gun I ever shot was a Smith and Wesson Model 29.  That would be the gun that Good Ol’ Clint Eastwood is holding in the picture to the left.  Want to know how old I was when I first shot it?  6.  That would be six years old.  No wonder I’m a good shot now.  Anyone in the Philly area that wants to go shooting…my number is 215.356.5740.  Call me.

7. Boot camp with Zeus is so far my favorite week EVER.  Although I’m going to have to admit it now…I will be drinking (very moderately compared to my normal rate) tomorrow night.  Dancing with my cousins (who really should be my sisters) definitely requires a drink or two.


favorite hobby number two

it actually may not be number two…maybe it’s number seven…or number one.  i change my mind too frequently to keep any kind of actual list.  that would take will power and i am in short short supply of will power.

10 best hobbies on the planet (in no particular order):

\snowboarding. this actually probably is number one because strapping on my board and ducking a rope in mineral basin off snowbird’s backside is my idea of heaven.  if you followed that then you know what i’m talking about.

\first dates.  i can’t help it.  i’m a serial first dater.

\oversharing. can i use the same excuse again?  sure, why not?  i can’t help it.  I’m a serial oversharer.

\changing my mind.  nothing quite so refreshing than a good change in career (10 years of law firm hell – bye!  i’ll miss you!),  location move (in 30 years i’ve called 17 different places home), engagement ending (um…yeah), or switch in major (fine art, photography, nursing, business, midwifery, journalism).

\cooking.  i have this theory that you put your energy into food when you prepare it.  since i’m normally skipping around at an 8.8 out of 10 i would venture to say that there is a whole lot of goodness pumped into my food.  if you doubt me, shoot me an email and i’ll invite you over for some edible proof.

\working out.  do i really need to pimp out my trainer anymore than i already do?  everyone and their mother knows that i love zeus.  no seriously, i just spent a lunch with my mom today telling her all about how much love him.

\writing.  duh

\traveling.  scandanavia at 18 (thanks roland). numerous u.s. road trips including philly to virginia beach (on a semi-regular basis – a girl needs her accupuncture yo), philly to new orleans (5 am hurricane’s at pat o’s aren’t going to drink themselves), philly to vermont (only in winter and only before this girl smartend up and moved to utah), philly to utah (beers in cornfields across the country isn’t a bad way to spend two weeks), pch (thank you bff in san diego and sister in san fran). turkey at 28 (thanks ahmet). dubai/oman/india at 29 (‘nuf said).

\being a +1 at a wedding.  you mean i get to dress up and spend a couple hours drinking, dancing and meeting a room full of people i don’t know?!  what’s the catch?  this is too good to be true.

\camping and surfing.  this is a two for one deal because i don’t do either on a regular enough basis to call them actual hobbies.  i haven’t camped in over a year although i used to do it a lot while living in utah (if you are a camper and you might want a camping buddy point me to the online application).  i surfed for a good month in hawaii this summer.  i kicked some ass and then the ocean kicked back harder (ask my left elbow joint who won that fight).

If you are gay and play gay bingo, isn’t it just bingo?

Honestly, one of the best ways to spend $20 and 4 hours.  December 19th is the next one and we are going bigger.  Last night was a chance to stake out the situation and vizualize the potential of the spectacle. Amy, Abby, Annie and I (where is my “A” name when I need it?”) did just that.  We realized that the way to do it is to treat gay bingo like a destination – a destination that requires adequate planing and copious amounts of supplies.  What were we thinking – we could just show up and play bingo?  No ma’am.  Next time we are bringing the following:

1. food.  lots of it.  some tables had hoagie spreads.  some pizza.  some cookies.  some chips and dips.  some tables had all of the above and other food stuffs that i couldn’t see clearly because i forgot my glasses.  we see a holiday spread in our future complete with a christmas table cloth, a pot roast, mashed sweet potatoes and cranberry relish.

2. costumes.  sure it’s mainly just the drag queen hosts that dress up, but why should they have all the fun?

3. more people.  amy and i are convinced we need a table all to ourselves which means we need about 20 people in our village.  commit now.  honestly, it will probably beat your wedding day as the best night of your life.

The AIDS Fund picks a theme each month.  Last night was the Cher’s Farewell Tour.  December is Naughty or Nice.  We have decided we need a theme inside a theme inside a theme (it’s kind of like a turducken).  Voting is now open for possible themes for the December gala:

1. Ugly sweater. Find your grandma’s worst knitted swaeter complete with glittery candy canes, galloping reindeer and Santa’s round booty.

2. The last supper. Robes…the Bible…Jesus…the perfect Saturday night.

3. Drag King. It’s not just for the Queens anymore!

because we all have this outfit

4. Christmas candy stripers. Lots of red, white and sexy all over.

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