Back to Business

As typically happens when I go home to my beloved Colorado and spend time with my beloved family, I have once again been inspired to resurrect the beloved Blog. So, here we are, with yet another promise to keep it up. After all, in the words of my mom, "How are you going to write a book if you can't even write a blog?" Touché.

I think part of this dry spell can be attributed to my hardening as a New Yorker. Over the past few months, it has occurred to me that I no longer find New York's ridiculous weather, female inhabitants that need to eat (a lot) sandwiches and wear pants (please- I'm begging on this one, ladies), or even fully made-up old women wearing gold lamé housecoats at 7 am, fascinating enough to blog about. Which means that I think that this sort of behavior is normal, ordinary, mundane even... And THAT, my friends, is the saddest realization I've had in quite some time.

And, so, I've decided to reinvigorate my childlike sense of wonder, my obsession with the curiosities and rather freakish habits of the island natives, and my duty to report these musings on a (semi)regular schedule. I'm still me, you know- unlike my reliable ability to eat a huge meal at any time of day or night, being on schedule is not one of my most noted qualities.

Despite my earlier confession of growing numb to New York's constant whirlpool of potential material, I have collected a few gems over the past 6 months. I'm loading them up now, and they will be delivered straight to you, and that's a promise. And now that I've rounded the corner to the ripe, yet tender, age of 26, I bet I'll have even more of my deep thoughts on life in general, both inside and outside of New York, as well. The kind of insight that graces someone who is blessedly out of their early twenties (the new puberty, if you ask most twenty-somethings these days...Go ahead, ask them) and is still WAY below that looming THIRTY mile-marker...

Alright- to start us off, let's go with something from the ever-popular Brushes With Fame category. Aaaaaand, we're back!

Kyra Sedgwick (maybe? let's pretend?)
A few weeks ago, a very lovely, very thin, very tiny, very blonde woman who LOOKED exactly like Kyra Sedgwick and TALKED exactly like Kyra Sedgwick stood next to me in yoga class. In fact, she even made jokes with me! And so, while I have no proof (namely a formal introduction, papparazzi sightings, or a peek at her photo ID), I have come to the conclusion that a very lovely, thin, tiny, blonde woman who both looks and talks like Mrs. Kevin Bacon must have actually been Mrs. Kevin Bacon! And now, obviously, we are new BFF's.

Tyler Florence (this one's totally real)

Earlier in the summer, I stood next to (and, more importantly, ordered the same drink as) Tyler Florence, Ultimate Chef on the Food Network, at Starbucks! For those of you who don't watch the Food Network, this is clearly meaningless so I'll try to have something more interesting for you next time, and for those that do, you can understand my excitement to share a latte order with someone so Ultimate. And this time, I do have proof because A) he LOOKED and TALKED exactly like Ultimate Tyler Florence. And B) they called his name when he picked up his drink: Tyler.

Done and done.