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Thursday, November 18, 2010

Random Happenings



I took this picture on 6th ave across from Bryant Park yesterday during my lunch break, where the award-winning show Top Gear was filming. In case you don't know, the show airs on BBC America and History Channel and is about nice/expensive/top-of-the-line cars/gadgets.
Now I am in no way a car expert or one of those girls that won't look at you unless you have a nice flashy car. However, I will admit that I do like shiny things, I do like to drive, I know a thing or two about cars, and I know my way around a garage and a tool belt.

Knowing all of this, I could have been on this particular segment of this episode they were filming, and probably enjoyed it very much. The concept seemed to be that they had some very sexy cars (Mercedes, Lamborghini, Viper, Bentley) painted the not-so-sexy lemon/taxi cab yellow color and that people off the street, upon signing a legal waiver, could hop on line (complete with red carpet and velvet ropes)in one of the cars for a "taxi ride" around midtown while appearing on camera. Unfortunately, I only had an hour for lunch and the line was long, so alas it did not happen.
But what really made me weep inside on behalf of awesome girls everywhere was the verbal exchange I overheard a girl on the street having with one of the promoters/waiver-hander-outers. It went like this:

Girl-who-thinks-she's-a-savvy-New-Yorker-and-calling-them-out-on-their-obvious-scam: "Oh yeah, well what's so special about the cars?"

Poor Promoter-Guy-who-just-wants-to-do-his-gig-get-paid-and-go-home
: "Wha-?!(Awkward pause as he can't believe he is being asked this while standing in front of 4 cars that combined costs probably total around $1 million)Um...well, they're expensive cars. Really expensive sports cars."


Dear Awesome Girls Everywhere,
Come and weep with me.

-Not Currently starving, but not currently very artistic either


P.S There is also a toy train store across from Bryant Park! The people in that store kind of weird me out.


Tuesday, November 2, 2010

This is Halloween, this is Halloween...drunken blog.

Please note that I wrote this blog when I got home from my All Hallow's Eve gallivanting, but was too inebriated to figure out passwords and clicking the "New Post" button. So I discovered it today. Wow. I have not edited said blog in any way. Here is my train of thought for the evening.

Drunken Halloween blog 3-of-sort-of-3 1:11am (technically) 11-1-10


Horray! I thought of so many great AND AMAZING THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT TONIGHT WHILE I WAS SEMI-[ASSED OUT ON THE TRAIN RIDE HOME FROM Sky and Neil’s performance at Bar 9 ….but now I don’t realu remember them…..and I just realizedt at I wrote most of that last sentence in caps lock….my bad…

Jarrett id amazing an making me pasta since we couldn’t have taco bell, my favorite drunken food ever!!!! Stupid taco bell not delivering and not being in brookltny where I live!!!

I do know that the man on the F train tonight talked lik Sam Eagle from the Muppets and the tone of his voice cmbined wit the jerky motion of the train made me want to throw up. So, I discovered the greatest postion ever on the train is sitting with your head in your hands with your fingers in your ears, while the other fingers folding your ear lobrs over themse;ves so you can’t hear anything and then breating really deeply ina dna out just conv=centrating on the brewathing until you get to your stop and get the glorious peace of outside and the cold air. THAT, my friends id how you aifd puking on the train on Halloween.

Mind you, it doesn’t always wrokm. Especially if youre at a arty where you don’t know awaht idson in the :jungle hjuice” ut you drink it anyway and the you smoke a cigar ‘cause it soudnsa like a good idea ata the time,a nd then you bond with your friend’s obnoxious ass grielfriedn who you hate but eacause you’re drunk she seems super nice but deep down you still hate her and you pray she doesn’t remember this drunken bonding upon your next meeting, but she does and you hate your life because of it, and then you thrw up on the train plateform and have to hep tyour boyfriend move to a neq burroght the next day, and this is so epic, I forgot where I was foin with it, and now my pasts if ready so I;m gonna eat it and then pass out do I can get up at thwe ass-end of early tomorrow to go to work.


My point, and I do have one, is Happy Halloween!!
Hope everyone issafe!

And I lost my camera tonight…..BEFORE I started drinkinng!!! Fuck.

-Currently Starving for Pasta