Thankfully the court had the sense to throw this case out. Talk about your frivolous litigation. Sheesh. Court Rules Woman Isn’t Liable for Injuring Boyfriend During Sex.
v. 2.0
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Gettin’ WYSIWYGy
I had a great time performing at WYSIWYG last night, and I’m looking forward to seeing it on video when it’s up, so I can get the audience perspective. Thanks to Mom and everyone else who made it out to the show. For those of you who couldn’t make it, here’s the story I read about my rather innocuous run-in with the law (I am a lawyer after all — how bad could it be?):
I was much cooler in high school than I am now. Hard to believe,
right? You look at me now, and I blend into the crowd, just another
thirty-something semi-professional, somewhat mainstream, but back in
1985, I was sooo much cooler. In fact, I was at a party recently where
there were several relics from my past floating around. Someone
introduced me to a young woman, who, upon hearing my name said – oh my
god, I thought I recognized you. You were one of the cool girls in
high school. I so looked up to you. She was in 8th grade when I was a
senior – I had no clue who she was, but it boosted the hell out of my
ego that night, that’s for sure.So yeah, I was one of the cool girls, and I fancied myself a bit of
a wild child – I had short spiky hair, streaked every now and again
with a strip of blond across my forehead, I wore short black
miniskirts, ripped white t-shirts, and doc martens. Yeah, I was a bad
ass — or at least I thought I was. I was always trying to push the
envelope. Not much of a challenge in my little suburban town of Pelham
NY, where merely being a girl without an aqua-net shellacked wall of
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One of These Days . . .
I might write about something interesting again, like the scrumptious meal I had Saturday night at Stone Park Cafe with my dad, my brother, my sister and her boyfriend, Tom. Or the Montecastelli wine tasting event at Hearth I went to on my day off yesterday. Or I might even take some more pictures and post them up here (if you’re really jonesing, you can see some on flickr). But right now, it’s all about WYSIWYG. Come see me TONIGHT in "I Fought the Law and the Law Won" at 7:30 at P.S. 122, 150 First Ave at E. 9th Street. Tickets are $7, and it’ll be fun! At least come to make fun of how petrified I am.
UPDATE: We were Gawked!
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As Tom Petty Says
The waiting is the hardest part. Thank you all for your luck and good thoughts yesterday. I’ll keep you posted. But in the meantime, I’ll tell you about the rest of yesterday, as there was some good food involved. Since I happened to be on the East Side, I stopped by Pampano’s taqueria on the way back to work. I had read good things about it, and it most definitely lived up to it’s reputation. I had one pulled pork and one fish taco, some chips and salsa, and a refreshing melon aqua fresca. I can’t wait to go back next time I’m over there!
Last night, I had the pleasure of getting a taste of Tempo in Brooklyn. My two favorites that I tasted were the duck pastilla roll with a tasty Moroccan barbecue glaze and the Time Out NY-award-winning bucatini with Sicilian pistachio pesto. I’m looking forward to going back sometime soon. Finally, I met up with Bill, Sarah, and their friend Mug over at the the Tea Lounge on Union Street to see Charlie Hunter. Randee, who had brought me to check out Tempo, and her husband had stopped home in between to get their dog, Vegas, and when I came outside to meet him, I brought my glass of shiraz along with me, placing it on the bench next to me. That bench was apparently sloped at quite a steep angle for what should have been a flat surface, and down toppled my glass of wine, onto the unsuspecting Vegas. Does red wine stain dogs? -
Wish Me Luck
I’m confident about all the other pieces of the equation, but a little extra luck and good wishes certainly can do nothing but help. I promise to fill you in later.
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No Turning Back
Come see me at the next WYSIWYG Talent Show — despite all those years singing a cappella, going to band camp and getting my diva on at karoke bars, I won’t be singing, but because I won’t be singing, I’m actually quite nervous and would love to see some friendly faces in the house. I’ll be joined by fellow bloggers PJ Gallagher (chromewaves.org), Gothamist Food cohort Martha Burzynski (alice_ayers.livejournal.com), Andrew J. Lederer (ajl.blogspot.com), and soce the elemental wizard (socetew.livejournal.com)as we share our stories about our run-ins with "The Man."
Buy tickets in advance if you can, as they tend to sell out — call the P.S. 122 box office at 212-477-5288 or buy them online. If you can’t come, just show up afterwards to buy me drinks and tell me I was good.
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Austin Report
Made it back safely from Austin and the conference — three days full of schmoozing and eating, although I didn’t get to see much of the city, unfortunately. Strangely enough, I also didn’t really take any pictures, even of the food. Not really sure why. I arrived late on Wednesday night and had delicious pork mole enchiladas, spicy tuna ceviche, and a margarita or two at Manuel’s with my co-worker, Mark, then rose bright and early to set up at the conference. I truly enjoy going to these things, as it gives me a chance to see the folks I usually only get to interact with via phone and email.
Thursday night I met up with my friend Sarah, and it was so good to catch up with her over nibbles at Z’Tejas (including a very good seared tuna). Considering the last time we saw each other was December, there was certainly plenty to discuss. As she went back to studying, I met up with some folks for First Thursday — the first Thursday of each month people congregate on South Congress Street, where the stores stay open late and there’s music, crafts, and plenty of Shiner Bock, the local beer. We ended up at El Sol y La Luna, where I made room for a barbacoa taco, although when my companions got ice cream at Amy’s, I had to bow out (I know, me give up food?! I was full!).
The next morning, I was up early once again, but this time for breakfast with Andy from Bronx Defenders at Las Manitas. Andy, like me, had done his food research, even going so far as to buy a book on Mexican food in Austin. No wonder we get along so well. We had the Mexican coffee, with a dash of cinnamon, a perfect companion to the mild spiciness of the tomatillo sauce in my chilaquiles. My new mission is to find a place in New York like this — cheap, fresh, amazing Mexican food, particularly breakfast. If you know of any, especially in Manhattan, let me know — I get the feeling there’s probably something like it in Queens, but that’s not too practical for weekdays, at least. After a day at the conference, I went with my Pro Bono Net team (Mark and Liz) to watch some dancing at La Zona Rosa (the official conference social event of the night), but then we peeled off to head to Threadgill’s for some Texas home cooking. Although I could have gotten a meal composed purely of fried things (chicken fried steak, fried green tomatoes, fried okra), I stuck to the fried catfish and kept the remainder of the meal unfried.
Saturday, I had breakfast at Las Manitas again (it was soooo good, I just had to. Plus it was close to the hotel. I couldn’t resist.), then packed and headed off to the airport. I grabbed a Salt Lick BBQ brisket sandwich for the plane (I noticed it at the airport when I landed. Even if it didn’t travel all that well, it sure beats airplane food), and made it safely back home. After all the eating, I have to say that the $15 charge to use the gym for the duration of my stay at the hotel was money very well spent. Thanks to the Chowhounds and Allison for the food ideas!
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The Stars at Night Are Big and Bright
Deep in the heart of Texas! I’m off to Austin for the Equal Justice Conference (a pro bono/legal services shindig), so posting may be light for the rest of the week. Looking forward to some good Tex-Mex (I’ve already gotten some recommendations from the Texas Chowhounds and a Texas-raised co-worker) and some good margaritas for Cinco de Mayo. I’m also going to catch up with my friend Sarah, who’s down there for b-school, and is taking time from her end of the semester crunch to meet me for dinner. Talk to you later, y’all!
