The best day of my life has arrived. Or actually the best day of my week has arrived. Today is the day I will get to drool over Mr. Steven "American Patroit" Colbert live and in person.

So I know I never update my blog anymore and I suck. I'm just too damn lazy I suppose. I also have a million pictures on my camera I need to post. Someday I'll get to it. In the meantime I figured I'd post about this morning since basically my biggest fear in life happened.

As per my regular schedule I woke up, got dressed and all of that. In the process I changed purses to accomidate my outfit choice. When changing purses I saw my little bottle of Zanax and decided not to pop it in my purse. Yeah, huge mistake.

Off to work I go and I arrive at my building semi-on time, all in one piece. My office is on the 34th floor and I'm not really in the mood to climb 34 flights at 9am so I hop on the elevator with a random group of people. The doors close and all is well. That is until we hit the 27th floor. We hit 27, drop a floor and the lights go off and the elevator stops.

As one can imagine this is the point at which I turn pretty much into a crazy person. I ripped off my suit coat, drop my bag and ipod and announce to the entire elevator I'm about to have a panic attack and can someone talk to me. You see I've envisioned this type of situation happening in detail. I didn't quite anticipate the dropping elevator, that was an added bonus. In these imagined scenarios talking to someone is what I feel like would calm me down. That and Zanax. So then this older gentleman and lady start to talk to me. She offers me her water, which she had already drank out of, but when you're on the verge of freaking out oral diseases are the last thing you're worried about. Then the elevator mechanic gets on the speaker and let's us know its going to be 20 mins till he can get us. Seriously I couldn't believe that I was stuck on an elevator that had dropped. We got out safe and sound, but holy shit am I freaked the fuck out. I walked from the 27th to the 34th floor.

Moral of the story:
Elevators are scary places- don't get on one without Zanax.

and not in the good christina agulera way.

So there's a gentleman who works in my office who has always flirted with me. And me being me I encouraged it and flirted back. This has turned out to be a huge mistake. He just came up to my desk and basically proposed having an affair. I kid you not. Right at my desk in the open.

Key points of the conversation:

"oh I like to be on top of something and I wasn't referring to the office"
"can you keep a secret?"
"too bad I didn't take the opportunity to take out you and your sister in vegas, because you know what happens there stays there"
"is your sister wild?"
"are you as wild as her?"
"this is all about keeping a secret"
"we should get together, but you know we have to keep it a secret"
"can jessica keep a secret?"

The entire time he was sucking on a hard candy in a suggestive manner. I seriously can't believe that just happened. And just for the record I will not be having a secret affair with this 50+ yr old gentleman. In case there was any question about that.

If you do not enjoy giving blowjobs please refer to the following article:

On Friday 4/20, a national holiday to some, I went out to celebrate. Actually I wasn't really celebrating, I just got invited along to dinner, a free dinner. Which for me is reason enough to celebrate.

First we waited 20 mins for the bus. I'm not really a bus fan. I have no idea where it goes, what it does, and what all those letters and numbers mean. M-20, Limited X-52, blah blah. Anyways the bus never came and I managed to snag us a cab. This in and of itself was a small miracle considering midtown on a Friday night. First stop Olives at the W Union Square for a pre-dinner drink. I ordered limoncello and soda. Delicious is the only way to describe this. That is until I found out that it's in no way similar to vodka and has a million calories. Then off to the main event:

Pure Food and Wine . I wasn't aware of where we were dinning. If I had known I probably would have made a stink. I'm highly suspicious of anyone who doesn't think their food needs to be heated to anything more than 118 degrees. Boy was I wrong. The food was amazing. Sadly I'll never go there again because amazing=costs an arm and a leg. Below is a pictorial journey of my dinner (the chef's tasting menu).

















Then we headed off the the newly remodeled Grammercy Park Hotel . At first we couldn't figure out what side of the park it was on. So we stopped this guy and asked him. He just walked away. Not even an acknowledgement of us speaking to him. So while he was still in ear shot I called him a douchebag in a blazer and my wonderful friend chimed in with ahole. To my amazement he turned around and then gave us directions. Hmm, maybe calling people douchebags is actually a good thing- it got results. Anyways we get to the bar and it was breathtaking. I'd show pictures, but I got the smackdown after taking one:



I wanted to show the insane prices of the drinks ($20+). But apparently they don't want people stealing their high priced drink ideas. In the end I'd sell my first born to stay there for a week or two. Since I don't even have a boyfriend to produce a child with I'll be bitter and say the hotel was full of Eurotrash and no real new yorker would go there...