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NYC is just so right

What came out of me felt like someone tried to funnel Niagara Falls through a coffee straw. I swear my sphincters were screaming. It felt like my delicate starfish was a gaping maw projectile vomiting a torrential flood of toxic waste. 100% liquid. Flammable liquid. NAPALM.

I laughed hard as Genevieve gave a dramatic reading of the terrible things that happen when one eats sugar-free Haribo gummy bears. I had heard about the reviews before, but hearing them read aloud in an Australian accent by the Ford Model my friend Annie and I had just met gave the content new life.

Haribo!

Once every few minutes, Genevieve’s model friend Linde looked over from the adjacent banquette and mouthed “ARE YOU OK?” Genevieve sweetly and confidently waved her off. She appeared to be having fun with us mere mortals.

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One of my main complaints about life in DC was that I didn’t get invited to many things. I wasn’t a lobbyist, an attorney or a GS-15. An invitation to a White House Correspondents’ Dinner after party was out of reach, forget the dinner itself. If I was very, very lucky, I would get to go to the soft opening of a restaurant and get to tell my friend, the owner, what worked and what didn’t. That was the extent of it.

After a fifteen mile commute home to DC from the office in Northern Virginia – that usually took more than an hour – I often went home, plopped on my couch and thought about my stalled social life. I didn’t have the energy to go out, but I also lacked opportunities. Part of me was withering away (unfortunately that part wasn’t my thighs or butt, but I digress).

The bright side is that if not for my uninspiring social life, I might not have a blog or several Twitter accounts. So there’s that.

But here in NYC, I usually feel like anything is possible and somehow, invitations are always coming my way.

Which is how I found myself last week, not a movie premiere. Not at a club opening. Not any of these things. But at the unveiling of a menuStrip House‘s updated bar menu to be exact.

Know what? It was terrific, all of it. We ate potato truffle popovers and steakhouse bacon BLTs, and drank a stellar variation on an Old Fashioned.

Burlesque

There was a beautiful burlesque performer and an aerialist and a man juggling knives.

Knives

And in the midst of it all, there was me, sitting on a banquette while a model read me hilariously bad Amazon reviews for sugarless Haribo gummy bears. And I was loving my second chance at this NYC life.

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Things I don’t understand: Alexa Chung

I don’t have much, if any, tolerance for these famous-for-being-famous types. Kardashians, Jersey Shore folks, no. I don’t watch their shows and never have.

So who is this Alexa Chung person certain media outlets keep forcing my way?

Quotes like these from a recent New York Magazine feature leave me with one word echoing in my head: insufferable

“I play guitar a bit. I’m trying to learn drums—I feel like I can play violin. I’ve never tried, but I just feel like I can”

Further:

She has no stylist and makes it a point to wear outfits more than once. “That’s what you do in real life,” she says with a shrug.

I guess I’m stuck with her for a while: Alexa has a book coming out in September. I’ll pass.

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Twitter Spotlight: Erin Sharoni

I met Erin Sharoni in person before I followed her on Twitter. And let me tell you: I was intimidated. Not only is Erin beautiful, she has her act together.

Erin is an athlete, journalist, television personality, actress, seeker and so much more. But she’s also kind-hearted and giving and compassionate, qualities I cherish in friends.

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