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weekend update: burgers, shakes and statues

I don’t do weekend recap posts often, but when I do… they’ll be here. I actually did things this weekend and since I have some time to write about them, I figured, why not?

Lisa’s birthday is next week but being the busy adults we are, we penciled in plans for Saturday night. Jessica’s landlord is a producer on Saturday Night Live and as a birthday surprise, Jess was able to score tickets for her and Lisa to see the show. The host was Aziz Ansari, who we happened to see as a special guest at the Comedy Cellar. He used some of the same jokes in his monologue and I felt special because I heard them first. so ha! Nicole and I met them for dinner near the studio at Bill’s Bar and Burger, where I got the most delicious cookies and cream shake and an equally delicious burger complete with smoked mozzarella and some sort of BBQ bacon sauce.

It’s a big year for us. We’re turning 30, and as of September, we are celebrating 25 years of friendship. 25 years. Our friendship is a functioning adult. We aren’t, but our friendship is.

After we finished dinner, we left and unknowingly entered Gotham. The fog was so strong, it ate the top half of 30 Rock. I wanted to wait around and see if we could catch a glimpse of Batman, but I was concerned that the Ben Affleck version might show up so I carried on with my night.

After we dropped Lisa and Jessica off at SNL and after a failed vlogging attempt by yours truly, Nicole and I headed for the train since we both had to work the next morning. If you weren’t aware, the Women’s March was held on Saturday in cities all over the world. Naturally, I was looking for stragglers at 10pm, when the event ended at 4.That’s my middle name – day late, dollar short.

A quick word on what’s going on out there. First, I believe in marches like the ones held on Saturday. They were non-violent, people came out en masse, and the participants got their point across. I am so disappointed in myself that I didn’t give myself the opportunity to get out there. Second, the vile tweets, memes and posts that are connected to the women’s march hashtag are shameful. There are a handful of people on my Facebook feed that have made the most asinine comments about the women involved with the march, calling them ugly, stupid, fat, disgusting, etc. WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?! Not only is it not true, but pretty, smart, skinny, desirable women don’t need/already have rights? (actually, i think i just found a topic for someone who organizes their thoughts better than me to write about. the privilege of the skinny, pretty girl.there’s just so much to be said.) All of this being said, I guess the bottom line is the problem with today is everyone thinks their opinion is the right one and the only one. Myself included i guess since here we are on my blog.

Moving on.

On our way to the train, Nicole and I passed the big LOVE statue on 6th Ave. On the ground around the statue were signs from the march. JACKPOT. If I wasn’t going to find a protest, this was the next best thing, in my opinion.

I threw my camera at Nicole and had a photo shoot with one of my favorite signs. I should have picked up a few of them but there were people waiting to take their own pictures in front of the statue. I didn’t want to be rude.

 

sign: Ok we get it. you won. now GROW UP.

That sign, for me, was directed less at Trump and more at Facebook. Well, those select few.

I had put my sign down and was walking away when a man told me to pick it up again. “Me?” I said. “Yea, you”, he replied. And just like that there is someone in this city who I don’t know from a hole in the wall with my picture on his cellphone. Too bad he was old enough to be my father and I think he was with his husband so, there’s always next time.

We got home just in time to see the cold open for SNL. I stayed up to watch Weekend Update and then I was out like a light.

Sunday morning while I was at work (ugh.) I got a phone call from my cousin telling me that they would be in Brooklyn if I wanted to meet for dinner. Not one to say no to a good roast beef sandwich (Brennan and Carr, FTW), I accepted. There are no photos because I forgot and because sometimes the best foods aren’t the prettiest.

Now I’m relaxing, hoping this Nor’easter that we’re supposed to get tomorrow keeps the people away from the office. Sure, it makes the day drag, but I have a book to read.

What did you get up to this weekend? Did you march? Tell me all about it!

a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty.

Hey guys! Long time, no blog, I feel. There’s a bunch of interesting things going on with me right now. Some I am not even ready to talk about yet; still cooking, if you will. But, I did want to fill you in on what I could so here we go.

it has taken so long to get this post started – with editing photos and finding gifs –  i feel so out of practice.

Last week I had a meeting with someone at an employment agency. I’m not the most comfortable with going into the city by myself but I’ll do it when it is absolutely necessary and getting a new job is absolutely necessary. Armed with my MetroCard and my resume I hopped on the train and was on my way. I felt like Pee-Wee; on a big adventure.

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I had to take the train to 42nd Street/Grand Central. The train ride was faster than I anticipated so I got there much earlier than expected. This worked out in my favor because I was a little ball of nerves, mixed with hope, a healthy dash of desperation and some uncertainty. To combat this, I tried to put myself into my happy place (which is usually Central Park, but more on that later). I wanted to bring my camera, but decided that would be a little weird so I said a prayer to the camera phone gods that mine wouldn’t act up and took a detour to the Main Concourse for some distraction photography.

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Fun fact: the third level of the Main Concourse is an Apple store. I had no idea until I stormed up there for a better angle. They were nice about it, but I felt like I was intruding so I snapped a few shots on my non-iPhone and quickly scuttled out of there. I could have explored Grand Central for hours, but I had a potentially life-changing meeting to get to so I tore myself away.

I was still running pretty early so once I knew I was close enough to where I had to be, I found a McDonalds where I had my second iced coffee of the day. It wasn’t the best idea because too much coffee gives me the shakes, but I figured, what the hell, at least I’ll be on my toes. When I couldn’t wait/stall any longer I gathered myself and headed for my meeting. I walked in, signed in with security, hit the button for the 3rd floor, and eventually figured out that I was in the wrong building. and we’re off to a good start. Back down I went.

I walked next door, to the correct building, signed in, hit the button for the third floor and was finally on my way to new beginnings. I filled out all of the necessary paperwork and then I waited. My name was called, I was escorted to a conference room and then I waited. Over 30 minutes later, my recruiter comes in. I’m not going to go into details, but I will say that my hope was rapidly decreasing and my anxiety was rapidly increasing. That’s what happens when it is implied that you’ve lied on your resume (which i would never, ever do). As soon as I was told that I could leave, I gathered my stuff and got out of there.

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Like I said before, I wanted to bring my camera so that when I was done, I could celebrate taking this first step to emancipation by walking around Central Park taking pictures. Since I decided against bringing it and I was feeling low, I walked the other way, towards Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. I should have gone to the park because AJ from the Backstreet Boys was there with his wife and daughter. I could have asked him for a little I Want It That Way to boost my spirits. Oh well.

Anyway, I walked to Saint Pat’s because I wanted to light a candle. I love lighting candles there because they’re legitimate candles. At my local church, all you do is press a button and a light comes on. Call me crazy, but it sort of loses something. When I walked in I noticed that there was a mass going on. I figured I’d light the candle, sit for a minute and then sneak out the back. I asked the security guard when mass was over because I wanted to take pictures and the Catholic in me just couldn’t do it when the priest was giving communion. I lit my candle and decided to sit for a minute; the Catholic guilt about sneaking out was too strong. I was a bit in awe of the people walking around taking pictures in the middle of mass. Frankly, I was getting annoyed because even though I know this is not an everyday kind of experience and that most, if not all, of the photographers/gawkers were tourists, it just felt rude to me. Then I realized that I was receiving mass at Saint Patrick’s Cathedral. Granted, Cardinal Dolan wasn’t up at the altar and it seems like at lunchtime they sort of become a mass factory, but still, I had to stay. Eventually, the rituals of the mass came back to me and I found myself reciting all of the prayers from my childhood. I fit right in. When it was over and I knew there was a half an hour before the next one started, I got up and walked around a little bit. I took some pictures, but definitely want to go back with my regular camera because, STAINED GLASS.

After I left Saint Pat’s I was going to get something to eat but honestly, I was ready to go home. Luckily, the bus was on its way so I waited for it and just over an hour later, I was pulling in to my stop.

So that’s my update. I’m finally starting to take my job in my hands. The meeting might not have been what I wanted it to be but, I didn’t know what to expect at all so it is what it is. I’m going to fix my resume and send it back to them and see where that takes me. I’ll definitely keep you posted!

What’s up with you?

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