Oh Hail the Weather Gods…

A beautiful day in my neighborhood...

Today was about 79 degrees (give or take) and even as I pushed through the breezy day (dragging along my husband) the sun on my face and bare back felt amazing.  We took a long walk around my Mom’s neighborhood which is filled with trails, trees and a crazy array of birds and little animals.  It’s something I missed so much about California – how effortlessly nature shows itself here.  In New York, you have to go a bit out of your way to see this kind of beauty (unless you live park-side).  Either way, with April moving along nicely, the weather is heating up this week.  Sis and I have a day of “laying by the pool” planned for Saturday and I can’t wait to give my little baby bump some sun!

Enjoy Spring, wherever it reaches you!

Nature walk with the husband.


Cold Reality, Warm Thoughts

Fresh off an 8-hour flight from California and an extra long cab right (thanks to a very confused Asian man with bad eyes…whose grave mistake in navigation left me with a free cab ride), I’m left in the quiet of my room to take advantage of the 30 minutes I have to kill before I have to get ready and go to work…oh yes, the joys of taking the red-eye.

The new addition...

My room is still disheveled from when I tossed random articles of clothing into a suitcase after my mother informed me that my older sister was in labor (about two weeks ahead of schedule).  There are still glasses on my desk left from Slick being here, and then leaving after an unnecessarily heated argument.  In the end I’m left with a new baby niece and one less best friend.

Something about New York feels colder this time around, and not because it’s 19 degrees outside right now.  Maybe it’s because my glistening expectations are replaced by hard decision making and planning.  My wide-eyed wonder of big city life has simmered into a “back to business” mentality.  The exit of my good friend is fresh but in no way new.  I’m used to people coming and going in my life, and it’s something I’ve become a pro at moving on from.  But driving around in the sunshine of California this past week… going on a booze run with my long-time friend from high school, shopping for new vibrators with my old partner in crime and having a “catch-up” dinner with my high school sweetheart was all a reminder of how much of me is still back home, and how no matter how much I establish myself in New York, it will never BE my home.

My beautiful baby niece, to whom I am a namesake (my first name is her middle name), just solidifies the fact that I want to return to California….eventually.

For now there is work to be done and I have to grab my boot straps and pull a little harder this time.  I’ll start with finding an outfit for work in the disarray and then seeking out early morning coffee before hitting the job.  Later on a large and gluttonous nap is in order and after that?….the rest of my life.

Cabin Fever Movies

Over this past weekend, I spent my time indoors.  A little tough to travel when Brooklyn is ravaged by 20-inch snowfalls.  To gratify pacify the stillness of being

Jerry Lewis in Artists and Models, 1955

snowed in, I watched a few goodies but oldies.

A movie I loved as a kid and haven’t been able to find since is the 1955 version of Artists and Models, starring Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.  A very young and energetic Shirley MacLaine plays opposite Lewis as his obsessive love interest and there is a classic cameo by Eva Gabor.  It’s colorful, crazy and hilarious thanks to Jerry Lewis’ insane twist on physical comedy.

I watched another classic, Niagara.  One of my favorite Monroe movies.  She plays, not the perky and aloof but the tragically flawed, emotionally unstable, over-sexed housewife plotting to kill her husband and run off with her lover.  My favorite scene is where she saunters over to the DJ booth at an outside picnic in a painted-on fuchsia dress and hands him a record to play.  Stone faced and scheming, she commands the room’s attention, “DJ, run this shit.” (In my mind that’s what she says…)

Monroe in Niagara, 1953

Then Slick suggested Fahrenheit 451.  Directed by Truffaut and featuring a very young Julie Christie (Brad’s mom in Troy).  A Fireman’s sole purpose is to burn books in this film adaptation of Ray Bradbury’s 1953 novel, “The Firemen”.  It’s kitschy and cheesy but the plot is pretty awesome.  While the shallow and obvious story line was a little less than gripping, it was cool to see Truffaut’s neorealism splash color on the age-old conflict of censorship.

Truffaut's Fahrenheit 451, 1966

So the downfall of the weekend is that I didn’t do much by way of moving and shaking…although thanks to the ginormous snowfall…no one did.  I got to chill, drink and catch up on some old favorites and spend time with my best friend.  ❤

Drunken Karaoke & Winter Wonderland (Told in Photos)

I had created descriptive captions to each of the following pictures but somehow with the stroke of the wrong key erased them all…so here in no particular order is my account of a very drunken night with my best friend singing karaoke….and another drunken day with my other best friend as we witness Brooklyn’s first blizzard of the season.


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