Ok so five minutes ago I was on the phone with my friend. I was telling her about how my mom is coming here for my birthday, my 30th birthday. Then she was asking what we were going to do blah blah. So I was like "well i was going to try to get a room in the city, but they are all $700 plus right now, so we'll do it up jersey style". then we continued to blab and blab. I hang up and one of my co-workers walks over and said she couldn't help over hearing my conversation and wanted to know if I want a room in the city. She said she has more points than she can ever use. I was like "uh, sure?" She then promptly gets on the phone, books me a room at the W Union Square and upgrades me to the mac daddy room. What?!? Seriously that is super nice.

Lately good karma has been flowing non stop towards me. On Thanksgiving day (after being dumped) I dropped a $20 on my way to the store. Once I got to the check outline I realized I didn't have it. Ran out of the store and FOUND IT on the street.

I dropped a $5 on the PATH- someone picked it up and handed it to me.

I dropped my key card for work, someone picked it up and handed it to me.

Maybe 30 is going to be the best year yet!

So on thanksgiving i was "dumped" by the midwestern boy via voicemail. and by boy i mean he was 35 and does his business via voicemail. for about 30 minutes i wanted to cry, then i realized my ego was more bruised than my feelings. thank goodness thanksgiving rocked the house, soon i forgot all about stupid boys who are lame.

below is a pictorial journey of my day:


Aww Sisters


Aww Friends


Aww Emily and Eamon


The Chefs


The Spread


Everyone digging in


I kinda want Thanksgiving all over again now


Me and Carolyn


20 bottles of wine and 2 turkeys later...

Seriously I highly recommend thanksgiving in NYC with your friends, its fantastic fun.

I've been meaning to post this for a while, but Im lazy. This is my infamous beertini from the high point of my summer. Barfing in a garbage can near NYCs oldest cemetery and being escorted to the PATH train by the po po. I can only hope my 30th birthday bring such fun.



Also Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I'm quite stoked about my current thanksgiving plans. They include a shameful amount of wine, 2 turkeys, 2 Ho's, lots of scientists and mismatched placemats. How can you go wrong with that combo? I don't think you can.

Just to give everyone a taste of the weather in NYC I've taken some pictures. Note 2 things:

1. The lack of snow
2. The Abundance of Sunshine

I heart NYC bitches


Imagine what it would be like if you were in NYC with no snow. It would look like this.


Swanky view


Hi my friends in the land of snow

Lately Ive been thinking about a number of things that bother me. Well besides the war, what good old georgie will do next, the state of our current education system and the future of the state of NJ. I think about those all the time. These are just random additions. First and foremost I recently read an article on Tomato's that really bothered me. I found out that all red tomato's (we'll call it red for short)you find in the store are produced as such:

Red's growth was tightly controlled every step of the way; elements had little opportunity to leave an imprint on it.To simplify packing, the tomato is plucked from the vine before it's ripe, at a stage called "mature green"-fully grown but with the texture closer to an apple-and emptied into a vast "gondola" for washing and sorting.

From there, the tomato heads by truck to a packing plant, where it receives a disinfecting chlorinated bath, a cooldown (a mature green tomato can chill for two weeks at 58 degrees Fahrenheit without any noticeable consequences), and a stay in the ripening room, a chamber filled with ethylene, which turns tomatoes the desired sunset shade.

Finally, Red is sorted for size, eyeballed for imperfections, slicked with food-grade vegetable wax (making it glossy and impervious to the bumpy ride ahead), and piled into a 25-pound ventilated carton. After a two-day, 1,250-mile journey, it arrives at a New York supermarket, where it can sit for a week without any change in texture or taste, such as it is.

I knew there was a reason I didn't like tomato's from the store!



Secondly: Do men really need the most space ever for their penis's while sitting down? Today on the train this dude was taking up so much space you'd think he had a case of elephantiasis. Which I'm sure he didn't. That bothers me. Only take up the space you need on the train.

Thirdly: I keep having these dreams that I'm dating Jay-Z. In my dream it's a really good relationship. Maybe he should dump Beyonce?

This is the worst post ever, I just had to get that off my chest.