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Pics from New Year’s Eve

I told you about the party so I figure sharing a few pics is the least I could do.

Photo booth

In order to keep my friends as friends, I will be selective. Surely you understand.

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They call me Calamity Jane

My parents, that is. More for the way it sounds, I guess, versus the actual person.

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I have thought, recently, that my life is pretty great, although it would be great if I could stay out of my own way. Broken bones and other minor catastrophes have been interruptions of really happy times.

And then I did it again: last Tuesday, I hit the back of my head on a shelf. I have surely hit my head harder – getting in and out of the Kenya van and on US Air regional jets, for two examples.

But for whatever reason, I saw stars this time. And when I tried to tell someone what happened, I couldn’t get the right words from my head to my mouth. And then I cried.

I didn’t go to the hospital or the doctor until Wednesday. They said I have a concussion but no bleeding in my brain (!!) or anything. They told me to rest.

At first, the plot of Law & Order reruns was too much to comprehend. The sun felt too bright. I suddenly needed my glasses to watch TV.

Until Sunday, the worst of my concussion was the dizziness. Oh, and the utter boredom of resting without reading or writing much.

On Sunday my parents visited and I took a cab to the city. The ride made me dizzy and nauseated but I thought I’d be OK. At first, I was.

family

But then I crashed. Hard.

Approximately forty-five minutes in, my head began throbbing and the dizziness required me to rest my head on the wall behind my seat. I couldn’t finish my lunch. Mom and Dad sent me home.

This totally sucks. I cannot recommend that you get yourself a concussion when presented with the option.

Avoid.

Sidebar: I requested a stupid Uber. A driver confirmed and for whatever reason, I added my destination. Time passed, I opened the app to check for the driver’s ETA and…nothing. Apparently the driver didn’t want to go to Williamsburg, canceled and I didn’t get a notification. Fortunately I found a yellow cab soon after and within thirty minutes, I was in my bed.

Breaking up with Uber

I have never been completely sold on Uber.

I like the slick app for requesting taxis and sedans, yes, but not the mystery price that shows up after the ride is over and the driver is gone. Also, surge pricing.

Via Blogto.com

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Twitter Spotlight: Jenna Golden

If you’re one of those people who sees food pictures and immediately gets hungry, even if you just consumed a three-course meal, do not follow Jenna Golden on Instagram or Twitter. Do not visit her blog Eat More Drink More either.

I have no idea how this Washingtonian and Twitter exec eats so much good food while maintaining her slender figure.

Good for you, girl. Enjoy it!

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OneChicklette: Your favorite qualities in a love interest

@jigolden: Generous, smart, supportive, and confident.

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Do you Uber?

I was late to the Uber party.

“I’m a New Yorker. A yellow cab is all I need!” I proclaimed loudly and often.

Except sometimes cabs are in short supply. Kind of often actually. There are a lot more people in NYC now than when I lived here the first time. With that in mind, I downloaded¬†the Uber app so that the next time I couldn’t find a cab, I’d be prepared.

Sure enough, the time came to try Uber: I landed at JFK late on a recent Friday night after a long flight home from San Francisco. Sick with bronchitis, I couldn’t face a cab line. Continue reading