I Love NY (99.9% of the time)

(photo from my instagram)

we had such a great day on saturday.  we were able to sleep in, make breakfast and just chill out for the morning.  J decided to head to St. Ann's Warehouse to get tickets to this amazing show.  he called about an hour later with the good news and i was on my way to meet him.  it had just started snowing heavily, but i was thrilled on my walk to the train knowing that i was about to see some amazing theatre.  i get to the station and wait about 25 minutes without a train in sight.  at this point i was panicked because curtain was in 15 minutes.  i go out to the street and decide to try a cab.  did i mention it was snowing?  i finally see one and he decides he doesn't want to take me to dumbo because he is on his way into manhattan.  i remind him that dumbo is on his way to manhattan.  he stays firm.  we then argue and curse words may have flown out of my mouth.  i am not proud.  i call J in a panic and he decides the only thing for him to do is get into a cab in dumbo, pick me up in cobble hill and then drive back.

okay, i'll pause here to tell you that in times of frustration i may overreact and let my frustration come out as anger.  J has been on the receiving end of that.  again, i am not proud.

J and i argue as he is actually in the middle of doing a very nice thing and coming to my rescue.  we finally, after missing each other and my walking through a snowstorm with a large chip on my shoulder, meet up and i jump into the cab.  we head to the theatre and we are late.  the show has started and we now have to wait to go in.

and then we do.  and we are transfixed.  completely.  and the anger, frustration and grumpiness that consumed me for the past 40 minutes disappear.  and the show ends and we are in awe of the beauty we were witness to and we find a wine bar and drink wine while the snow continues to fall over this great city.

and just like that NY goes from feeling so heavy to feeling as light as a feather.

p.s. i was not the genius behind the writing on that car.  some other grumpy New Yorker handled that.

trying something new

(Adrian Lungu Photography)

i normally never do resolutions for the new year.  history has proven that when i make a big resolution announcement, i inevitably fail.  instead, i try to look at the start of the new year as just that, the start of a new year.  this year, however, i decided to look at 2015 as being filled with as many things "new" as possible.  maybe it was because we were just married at the end of last year or maybe it's because of my feeling stagnant.  whatever the reason, i'm trying to fill my days with new things.  whether it's new recipes to cook for friends, taking ski lessons, or trying to write more.  and then there's my current favorite, Italian classes (ciao! buona sera!  mangia la pasta!).  it's been a fun start so far.

Broad City

are you guys watching broad city?  you totally should be!  it's currently in its second season and it is amazing.  we watched a few episodes last season and then binged on the whole season a couple of weeks ago.  we are now so hooked.  these women are hilarious, spontaneous, and so much fun.  my favorite thing about the show is how in love with each other they are.  it is so rare to see a show completely about the friendship between two women.  i am all in!

feeling stagnant

so, my promise of more blogging sure did not turn out.  let's just say that last year was the year of the crazy train.  first and foremost, J and i got married at what was the best wedding ever (IMHO).  i have so much to say about that day, but i'll get to that some other time.

right now i'm going through a bit of the "i'm 30(something) and what the hell do i do with my life?" craziness.  this is much cuter when you're in your 20s.  last year i had the best distraction in the world, but now i'm back facing life head-on.  well, head-slightly-tilted-to-one-side.  i'm working on the head-on part.

i want to do what i love: acting, being creative, reading, writing, dancing, laughing.  i want to somehow make that my job.  it's the how that has me down.  i figured the first step was writing about it here.  maybe a stranger will read this and offer some great advice.  or maybe just putting it out into the world will make me feel better and become its own guidance.  who knows?  i do feel that it's an issue that many people my age go through, but it's less talked about because we should all know this crap by this point, right?  um... no.  but let's talk about it.  let's figure it out.

(source: denofopulence)