you were the stunningly beautiful wife of a powerful fictional drug lord and lived a life of excess and luxury? then, just when everything falls to shit, you escape to your loving family back East just as hubby gets shot to death and leaves you with piles and piles of drug money?
Today's my New Yorkiversary. Five years since I flew in wearing new clothes I didn't know I hadn't removed the price tag from until I landed in JFK and some nice lady told me.
I remember thinking my sister was rude for not meeting me at the airport. Now I know cabs are reserved for when you've mixed wine with margaritas, Jack Daniels, and ice cream sundaes, late for a job interview, or have a baby well on its way out your cervix.
I wish I could go out for a drink. Celebrate. But I have an article to write and by the time I'm done everyone I know will be in bed. There are one or two people I *could* call but I'm trying not to call those people because I get into trouble when I hang around those people and I no longer want to party like the old days. You know. The old days. When we all wore petticoats and got drunk on fermented canned goods.
Instead I got some birthday candles out of the kitchen cabinet, lit 5 + 1 to-grow-on off the stove burner and sang a little ditty that went something like this:
Whoever says Times Square sucks hasn't ever been to Jimmy's Corner, 44th between 6th and Broadway. Ask for Mickie.
My very good friend Stephen and his brother Joel are competing in this batshit crazy contest sponsored by Delta.
They are part of several 2-person teams picked to fly all over the world and write blogs/make videos about it.
They are called the AWESOME BROTHERS and they need VOTES in order to go ahead to the next round.
The last round of voting ends TOMORROW.
You have to register (use www.bugmenot.com and it will take 2 seconds) and watch all 5 videos in order to vote. What a drag. The good thing is that you can minimize the screen and have it running while you're doing something else.
was Ocean of Fear a let-down or what? think the problem was that it tried to be everything all at once. documentary. dramatic reenactment. zippy primetime special.
very little sharking. very little gruesome. so pussy. especially the part where the soldier sketched that one shark naked and the little old lady came out and dumped the big gaudy necklace over the side of the boat near the end.
rating: C-
