for our TENTH annual OJ (October soJourn). I can’t believe it either. Until I return: 2003, 2004, and 2005 OJ’s for your amusement. The rest are pre-blog, so I can’t help you.
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Not Bitter
Things that made me smile yesterday:
– leaving for work without a jacket;
– listening to and singing along to Fidelity by Regina Spektor for the umpteenth time in a row (thanks, Ben!);
– listening to Catch Me Now I’m Falling by the Kinks yet again;
– dinner with Jimmy at Tides (go try the boulliabaise immediately if not sooner);
– a message from my mom telling me that I’m mentioned by name on page 52 of Time Out New York (the only other Vendy Judge mentioned was Mimi Sheraton!);
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Vend-o-Riffic!
It’s that time of year again — time for the second annual Vendy Awards! The finalists have been announced, so come join me and the rest of my esteemed panel of judges for a night of food, fun, and social justice at this fundraiser for the Urban Justice Center’s Street Vendor Project. Tickets are $50 and are available online. Sunday, October 22nd from 6 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. at St. Marks Church-in-the-Bowery, Second Avenue and East 10th Street. Hope you can make it!
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Weekend Wrapup
Brunch was a huge success (although I’m still perfecting my bloody mary recipe) and, as usual, evolved into an afternoon and evening of festivities, including watching baseball at the Stoned Crow and a trip to Otto (shocking, I know). Sunday was a lazy, lazy day, with plenty of couch time, a mani/pedi, and shopping for a dinner party at Ben’s. The Lovely Miss Katie and I made our inaugural fall risotto and a salad with figs, toasted walnuts, and parmesan cheese. We were too stuffed to make much of a dent in the pastries that Art has bought, but all in all, it was a terrific way to spend a Sunday night. I also can’t forget our yummy dinner on Friday night at Saigon Grill — me, my bro & sis, and their respective significant others. I think Saigon Grill is going to be a fixture on my ordering-in rotation.
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Just Add Water
I’ve been meaning to write something about this "Insta-Family" article in New York Mag all week, but have just now managed to find the time. The article profiles people who, like me, were single and in their mid to late thirties (I’m still mid until at least December, I reckon), but then found themselves married, with a baby, and often owning an apartment or house, all in the space of about two years.My first thought upon reading the article was something along the lines of, "Ha! I’ll probably get struck by lightning before ending up married with a kid within two years!" But as the week continued on, I pondered it more and more. I’m starting to think that a lot of my first reaction was due to my own fear. As much as I want to get married and have kids, it still feels like such a far-off thing in my head that the notion of it really happening, particularly that quickly, is quite scary to me, to be honest. The fact that it seems so far-fetched gives me a bit of protection. But what if it really did happen? So I chewed on that for a while.
As I thought about it, I realized, much to my surprise, that it really wasn’t as far-fetched as I had originally thought. The older I get, the more I know what I’m looking for in a relationship. As a result, I don’t tend to linger on in things that really aren’t working for some way or other the way I might have in my twenties. In talking to my peers, I think that’s pretty common. That said, I’d imagine that once I knew I was in a solid, healthy and fulfilling relationship, I probably wouldn’t want to dick around with a long engagement, etc. If you know, you know — at least that’s what all my married friends tell me. And, as they say, I’m not getting any younger. Once I’m married, I would like to give me and my husband some time to just hang out and be married, just the two of us, but there is that pesky biology thing lurking in the background. So maybe that couple-time gets trimmed down from a cushy three to five years to a less indulgent year or two.
Who knows, really, how this will all play out in my life, but after a week of thinking about it, the "insta-family" doesn’t scare me quite as much, and I wouldn’t be all too surprised if that’s what happened to me. But in the meantime, back to singledom — got the ladies from the beach house coming over for brunch (heavy on the bloody marys and mimosas) in a few hours!
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Yum!
I forgot to mention that I was profiled recently on FoodCandy — go check it out. Feel free to join up and add me as a friend. And speaking of food, just returned from Time Out’s Eat Out event. For the first time, I didn’t take one picture of food, which was actually quite pleasant. But, for those of you who really need the food porn, here are last year’s pics.
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Good for You, Bad for Me
Well, looks like there may be a candidate in the running for Sweet Blog o’ Mine Jackass of the Year. Made it all the way until October without one, though, which is a good thing. Stay tuned until December (and amuse yourself by reading last year’s stories), and enjoy these sunset pictures from the beach in the meantime.
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Transition to Fall
So this weekend was the first time I busted out the fuzzy socks and had the urge to wear a scarf (haven’t busted that out yet). Then again, it’s cooler at the beach than it is back in the city. I’m too tired to post the rest of the pictures now, so this sunset will have to hold you over for the time being.
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I’ve Got a Hot Date
It’s 9:40 p.m. and I’ve got a hot date with my couch and some DVR recordings — I’m already in my p.j.’s. After seeing mom on Monday, heading to DC on Tuesday, a pro bono event, a spin class, drinks at the Russia House, dinner at Hank’s Oyster Bar, an 8 a.m. train back to NYC, a full day of work, and a welcome dinner for the new associates, I’m definitely couch-bound.
And what’s better to recover from a busy week than a weekend on Fire Island? Not much. Jimmy and I are going to re-create our dinner from Sunday night and there’s rumors of grilled pizza. I’m looking forward to a few runs and a few naps as well.
On a completely unrelated note, I had to give Derek some ribbing about his criteria for the perfect woman for him. My favorite? "
11. Prefers penises to va-jay-jay." I think I just enjoy his use of the term "va-jay-jay." Certainly one of the more colorful phrases out there, although I can think of plenty.
