Yes- Le Cake went into le garbage can.

CT=Connecticut- it's where all the rich investment bankers live. Greenwich to be more precise.

The Hello Kitty Flagship store is actually in Times Square. I try to avoid going there because I tend to get more excited than I should being that I'm 31.

And the co-worker dude. Eh. He's divorced with 3 kids. Too much baggage.

Last night I spent some quality time with my lady friends talking books and politics. It was pretty fun. However, while discussing books and politics I was drinking Old Fashion's (burbon and cherrys- you really can't go wrong) until 12am.

Now I'm slightly hung over. The cure for a hangover is always bacon, egg and cheese on a roll.

I was just on the phone ordering one and a coworker walked by and heard me. He just shook his head and laughed. Apparently I won't be keeping my hangover a secret today.

Another friend lost their job.

I've never been this scared of the economy. Last night all I could dream about was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Is it time to nail down a tin can in my closet and save nickles for emergencies? I feel like it might be.

Remember the German Chocolate Cake? If not refer to:



It was birthday cake day in the office and a coworker and I were discussing cake and she was like "oh how's [redacted]?" She had met him at a work event and we hadn't chatted since and she's a playwright and was wondering about his projects and such. I told her it didn't work out and funny she should ask while we were eating cake. I then told her the cake story (I made an awesome cake that was never eaten). Turns out she's writting a play and wants to use it in her play!! I knew somehow, somewhere that effing cake would not go to waste if it killed me. It is now famous (or at least in a play that people may or may not see for years to come).

Ok update: I sent her the picture of the cake. She wants to use it as the cover for her playbill! My cake is famous!




Just for you Paul. By popular request here is the infamous never eaten "German Chocolate 3 hour to prepare and no I'm not bitter about it cake".

PS Jason you and I are having drink fest next time I go home.

I never leave the office for lunch. Well, not never but, rarely.

Today a coworker and I decided to get the fuck away from our desks and escape the doom and gloom of the economy and head to Bergdorf's. Bergdorf's is a magical department store. It reminds me of what shopping was in the 50's. Not that I know what it was like, more what I imagined it would be like.

I don't go in there often, mainly because I can't afford anything in there and I feel like the sales ladies can smell the stench of poor on you like cheap perfume.

For some reason today was very different. We walked in as the door man turned the revolving door for us. Then as we entered the store we were greeted by SECRET SERVICE. I gawked, and they politely asked us to move on. My co-worker (who I refer to as my work wife because we are together 9 hours a day 5 days a week) immediately said "I can totally see the glow in your eye you want to know who it is." I replied that now that my dream of marrying an investment banker is dead, dream B is foreign dignitary. Then I realized that it was probably the wife not the actual dignitary shopping. With another dream crushed we moved on to the "Beauty Level". My co-worker bought her make-up and we then loving caressed purses that cost more than an entire years rent as the salesman espoused the virtues of "a colorful clutch that would be fun for fall events." If he only knew the only fall event I have is drinking in dive bars and random make outs with boys who don't care about colorful clutches.

We then left the store and decided to grab some lunch before heading back. As we are walking down 56th Street I stop dead in my tracks and say "Oh my god WHAT is this awesome store?" (Note: I'll include picture at a later date). Turns out it was a gallery display of Japanese items. Basically it was all Hello Kitty and Hello Kitty related things. I am not kidding when I say I almost pee'd my pants from excitement. My co-worker almost pee'd her pants from laughing at me.

Moral of the story:
Go to lunch. It can bring a bit of sunshine and Hello Kitty to your day.