weekend update: oldest bridesmaid, reporting for duty.

Helloooo! It’s Tuesday, which means I’m finally getting around to writing my weekend update post. I have no excuse as to why it was late again except that I’m old and needed to recover.

I had off on Thursday because of Rosh Hashana (sidenote: september is officially my new favorite month. i get off for labor day and two Jewish holidays, so long as they fall on a weekday. amazing.) so I took that opportunity to get my nails done for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. I’ll just consider that the start of wedding weekend.

Friday I went back to work and the day dragged unbelievably. Like last week, I can’t remember what happened Friday night. I had tentative plans with Lisa and Jessica but we decided to reschedule, so I assume it was spent on the couch.

Saturday was the big day. I was up bright and early to go with Desiree to get our hair and makeup done and then head over to my aunt’s house for pictures. Honestly, this is my favorite part of weddings. Walking into a salon looking like what the cat dragged in and walking out looking like the cat’s pajamas.


After we were painted and pinned, we headed off to Queens to get dressed and take pictures with the bride and her other bridesmaids. There was also talk of bagels and mimosas and we all know how I feel about both of those things.


The rest of the girls got to the house and we were finally ready to get dressed and take some pictures. Let me tell you, I can’t wait to look at every single picture from that day. The photographer(s) were amazing.

Speaking of amazing, look at my cousin.


I guess that I should explain that Jill is very plain Jane. We joke that her favorite color is beige. She’s not into frills and frou-frou. Doesn’t gravitate towards bling. A little weird, if you ask me. When she walked out I was floored. Maybe I’m biased (I’m not), but isn’t she stunning?

We took about 86386 more pictures and then we piled into the limo and were on our way to the venue.

Speaking of pictures, I have to note, because this is a big deal for me, this is the first time that I’ve been to a big event and 90% of the pictures I took were on my phone. I had my mom bring my little point and shoot camera so that she could take some pictures of the ceremony and so that I had it for the reception but it died right after we were announced. So, not ideal, but thankfully, it’s 2017 and phone cameras don’t (totally) suck.

At the venue, we took even more pictures (I was in my glory, don’t let me fool you) and then the bride and groom did their first look. I used to think it was cheesy, but I’ve warmed up to it. Except then I think of when Will and Kate got married and Harry snuck a peek at Kate walking down the aisle, and he said to Will, “wait till you see her”, and I kind of love that even more.



ugh. amirite?

Finally, FINALLY it was time for these two crazy kids to tie the knot.


My mother didn’t do the best job at documenting so this is all I’m working with.

I don’t have to tell you what happens after the bride and groom are pronounced husband and wife, right? EVERYBODY GETS TO EAT. GOD BLESS.

We ate, we drank (boy, did we draank) and we danced like maniacs. There was a particularly rousing rendition of “I Want It That Way” that is still giving me life. There was a Disney montage, that caused me to scream across the room at the bride that this was the best wedding ever!

I’m a real gem.

Oh yea, and I caught the bouquet.

(no pictures, yet. i’ll have to troll facebook)

This is going to be some wedding video.

I’ll end it here and leave you with a few more pictures of me and my favorite nutjobs.


Sunday I came home, took my hair down, a nap and many Advil. And this my friends, is how the oldest bridesmaid ends her wedding weekend.


real women WCW!

Here we are at the last week of Women’s History Month WCW. I hope you enjoyed it. I mean, I know it’s not my best work, but I thought it was a good idea and I’m sure better things are on the horizon. (no i’m not, but it sounded good, didn’t it?)

This week’s WHMWCW will feature women who aren’t celebrities. They won’t look familiar to you unless you’ve been keeping up with this blog for a while or you’ve been stalking me (in that case, please stop. thanks). I can’t call them women crushes because that would be weird. So, without further ado, my non-crush WCW.

My mom is hands down my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do or where I’d be without her. She’s the Sophia to my Dorothy, the Kris to my Kim. I might not know where I’d be or what I’d do without her, but I can say this, my clothes would be filthy and I’d probably starve. I’d have no one to watch my “stories” with. No one to go on adventures with. No one to come home and tell all of my secrets to. She’s my biggest cheerleader and is always there when I need a shoulder to cry on. I hope that when my time comes I could manage to be half the mother she is. She knows that she has to stay in line, though. Since I’m an only child I get to pick her nursing home.

shady pines

WCW collage

My mom isn’t the only woman in my family who I am lucky to have. I have a set of the best aunts in the world. They have taught me how to fluff pillows, they’ve patiently and painstakingly helped me choose a Communion dress and calmed me down when I looked like an idiot at my Confirmation. And most importantly, they didn’t kill me when I cried howled through the night because everyone underestimated my hatred of sleepovers and just wanted to go home.

I’ve said before that I’m an only child. Luckily, the cousin branches on my family tree grow very close together. We’ve kept each other company in the bathroom, they’ve tried to teach me important life skills – like the “I Want It That Way” airport dance (which i still can’t do). We’ve fought with each other, got in trouble together, laughed and cried together. They’re my constants. My definites. They’re probably going to read this and immediately call a priest because I never get this sentimental; I must be possessed.


I am so lucky to call these women mine.


brushes with celebrity and birthday celebrations

Ughhhh. I started a post and then got so carried away with the Oscars that I closed the tab – like a big idiot.

Anyway, as I was saying, it’s been ridiculously cold here for, like, ever. So cold that my will to live do anything has seemingly flown right out the window. Today though, the temperature has generously gone up to 40-ish degrees and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I drove with my car window cracked open! I went outside without a jacket! It was surreal and amazing. Tomorrow, the temperature plummets again. sigh.

Last night, we (my cousins and I) went out for my cousin Desiree’s birthday. She picked a place in the Village that gets pretty packed, pretty quickly. So instead of fighting with the crowds for some food, I went to find food with some of my cousins and their significant others. We trudged through the snow until we found the Olive Tree Cafe. We went in and had to wait a little while but it sure as hell beat walking around in the snow and slush. So, we’re standing in the small vestibule, waiting for a table and a guy passes us. I look up and have a mini freak out.

Me: Jill! Do you know who that was?

Jill: No. Who?

Me: Ok, you know Carly from GirlCode?

Jill: Yea

Me: Her boyfriend!

Jill: What’s his name?

Me: I don’t know, but he’s on SNL!

His name is Pete Davidson, by the way.

So now I’m looking for Carly or any other famous faces. I mean, I was in the Village. you just never know. Nothing. We sit down and we order and all of a sudden someone passes my table and I look up to see Leslie Jones, again from SNL, walking towards the back of the cafe.

Me: Guys! I just saw someone else from SNL.

Jill, Nikki and Nestor: Who?

Me: I don’t know her name, but I know she’s on SNL. She’s one of the newer cast members.

Well, that was anti-climatic.

It was then that I realized that the restaurant was located upstairs from the Comedy Cellar. well, that explains it. I didn’t get any pictures or autographs so if Pete becomes the next Jimmy Fallon or if Leslie becomes the next Maya Rudolph, so help me God. I mean, good for them; i’ll just be kicking myself for the rest of my life.

When we finished, we started the journey back to the bar where the rest of the party was. We got back just in time to officially (as in, it was midnight) wish Desiree a happy birthday. We had a few more drinks, danced to some NSYNC (the DJ was actually really good) and finally left for the night. The freezing rain had started by then so the block and a half walk to the train station was a real pleasure, as you can imagine.

desi collage

pretty much sums it up.

I wound up sleeping over at Jill’s or else I’d probably still be driving home. Now, I’m watching (and trying but failing to live-tweet) the Oscars. I already have a list of my favorite looks (*cough* JLO *cough*) so look for that tomorrow(?).

How was your weekend? Have you had enough of winter yet? Who were your favorite Oscar looks?

Let’s discuss!


Blogtober14 Day 14: funniest childhood memory


Day 14 – I can’t believe I’ve lasted two weeks already! I also can’t believe October is already half over. So depressing.

The good news is that today’s prompt is “Your funniest childhood memory”. At first I couldn’t think of just one because my childhood was a really good time. Especially with my family. Finally, I chose this one because it still makes me smile. I’m actually grinning like an idiot just thinking about what to write.

When I was about 10 years old my parents took me and three of my cousins to our summer-house in New Jersey. We’re all pretty close in age which, when you’re a kid, means one of two things – you either hate each other or you’re best friends. Being the exception to that rule, we were best friends until we hated each other and then best friends again. One morning, after breakfast, we wanted to play a game. It was decided that we play the Disney Trivia Game since we all had an equal shot at doing well. The four of us sat around the table, playing nicely. Everything was great, the game was moving along. It was my cousin Nicole’s turn so she rolled the die, moved her Mickey head and waited. My cousin Desiree, chose a card to read from. She showed Nikki the picture on the front and read, “What is my name?” The answer was Nala (of Lion King fame). Nikki just stared and stared at the card. Her sister, Jillian and I cheered her on, “Come on, Nick! Who is it? You know this!” All of a sudden, Nikki throws her hands in the air and announces “I DON’T KNOW THIS QUESTION!” and falls, with her head buried in her arms on top of the table.



Stunned, Jill, Desi, and I stopped dead. We didn’t know if she was buying time or if she really didn’t know the answer. We couldn’t believe that she didn’t know the answer since we all watched the movie hundreds of times, knew most of the words and, at one point or another, probably crawled around pretending to be Simba, Nala, Mufasa, and/ or Scar. She lifted her head and we saw that she was crying. Nikki is the baby of the family so being her wonderful, thoughtful older cousins and sister that we were (are), we immediately started making fun of her. “How do you not know the answer? You love this movie! Do you want a hint?” I guess my mom made tell her who it was and eventually the game moved on, but for the rest of the day all you heard from one of us, the wonderful, thoughtful older cousins and sister, was “I DON’T KNOW THIS QUESTION!” with our hands thrown up in the air. Who am I kidding? Even now, almost 20 years later, one of us will work it into casual conversation – with a little less arm flailing. As a matter of fact, we were all at my uncle’s birthday party this weekend and I can’t remember what was going on, maybe we we’re assembling ourselves for a picture? Heaven knows I can’t remember anything anymore. Anyway, everyone was talking at once and things got a little nuts (as per usual), I looked over at my cousin Desiree and when our eyes met she started to laugh and announced “I DON’T KNOW THIS QUESTION!” Maybe you just had to be there.

Also, the reason why I made Desi’s name a link is because she entered a contest to win her dream job. Go ahead and click her name and give her a vote! It takes less than 5 minutes and you can do it once a day, all you need is a valid email. So come back and vote again tomorrow too! pleaseandthankyou.







Broadway or bust

Call me stereotypical but I am a big Disney fan.

Fun Fact: I can recite The Little Mermaid word for word – proudly, might I add. 

Except for Mary Poppins I’ve seen all of the shows Disney has put on Broadway. All of them magical and unforgettable in their own way. Saturday night my cousins and I went to see Aladdin and OH. MY. GOD. WHAT. A. SHOW.

We started out at Casa Nonna for dinner (great food – totally recommend the eggplant parmigiana, the fried calamari, and the fries potato croquettes with the garlic aioli) and then headed off for the theater. As our luck would have it, it started to pour after we took not three steps out of the restaurant. Of course. So we hoofed it the three-ish blocks. In the rain. Through the crowds. On a strict timeline.


We finally get to the theater and have our tickets checked. The show was at The New Amsterdam Theater which was completely restored by Disney and it was beautiful. We were running short on time but if you get a chance to go to see this show, get there a little early to experience the beauty of it. We get to our seats and it’s no surprise that there is almost no leg room. I never understood how all of these theaters are being redone and no one thinks to take out maybe one row of seats to make just a little more room. Also, the theater is in an odd spot, stuck between Madame Tussauds and McDonalds on 42nd Street. When in New York, I guess Moving on…


the excitement is mounting

 Please turn off your cellphones or any other electronic devices. Also, please remember that the taking of photos or videos is strictly prohibited.


To say this show hit the ground running is an understatement.  It was non-stop from Arabian Nights all the way to the cherry on the top of the first half’s sundae, Friend Like Me.  I mean, there were fireworks. Fireworks – real, fake, who cares? They were magical. Also, there were streamers. Nice touch, Prince Ali. The sets were beautiful. Everything was covered in glitter, sequins, rhinestones – if it sparkled or shined, it was on the stage. I wanted to live in Agrabah because as we all know, glitter is my favorite color.

Let me just quickly note that some of the story line/characters were changed to make it work for the Broadway stage. Understandably, the animal friends that we all know and love were absent from the live action performance. Raja was totally eliminated. It was a bit of a let down because Abu was swapped out for Aladdin’s posse of thieves, who can be found in the original version of the story, so it made it difficult to miss him too much. The only way they could have gotten a better human replacement for Iago was if they brought in Gilbert Godfried to reprise his role. On a related note, they did get Jonathan Freeman to reprise his role as Jafar. Surreal. He didn’t even break character for his curtain call.

The man who plays the Genie is up for a Tony award and let me tell you if he doesn’t win it, there is no justice in this world. He was AMAZING. He stole every scene he was in (and everyone was after Aladdin for stealing a loaf of bread – go figure). I wish I had half of his energy, stamina and talent.

intermission- time to pick our jaws up off the floor.

intermission- time to pick our jaws up off the floor.

After intermission, Aladdin and Jasmine hopped aboard their magic carpet and flew to A Whole New World. Now, personally I did not see any wires holding up the carpet. My cousins will disagree with me but hello, MAGIC carpet. just saying.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.  The curtain fell and the lights came on so it was time to go. We fought the crowds and finally got outside. We were so excited that it wasn’t raining! The words “It’s a beautiful night!” didn’t even get out of my cousin Desiree’s mouth when it started to pour. Thanks, Dez. I had to restrain myself from screaming “MAKE WAY FOR PRINCE ALI”. Ok, fine I might have mumbled it a couple of times. Mumble meaning said out loud in a not so quiet voice.

Saturday will go down as one of the best cousin nights we’ve had in a long time. The show was unforgettable. The laughs were unstoppable and the memories were unreplaceable. (I was going for a theme here – deal with it.)

Speaking of those unreplaceable memories, when we were stuck in 9th Ave traffic, Desiree decided she wanted a little sweet. We found a Dunkin Donuts that had the audacity to be closed. how rude! Fortunately, we pulled up next to a waffle truck. Before we knew it, Desi was half out the window trying to score some waffles. God, I wish I got it on video. The driver was able to give her one of those loyalty cards through the window. This must have satisfied Dez because the next thing we heard was “WAFFLE OUT!”, she came back into the car and rolled up the window with a huge smile on her face. WHY DIDN’T I GET IT ON VIDEO??


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