Events of the Rich & Not Famous

Last Tuesday I thought I was going to be going to the best, absolute coolest event for work. It was Bvlgari’s celebration of 130 years and I eagerly signed up for it expecting celebrities galore. Well what I got was cool but was more like a bunch of rich people. Turns out the private party was only for Bvlgari VIP members, and that doesn’t include celebrities. It was extremely cool to be in the closed off store with music, free champagne, and appetizers but I had such high hopes of seeing famous people that I was kind of bummed.

Just about every other intern that I work with has been to an event with celebrities, but some how I keep picking all the events with a bunch of rich people and no celebrities anywhere.

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At this event I sort of just walked around the room awkwardly because I had no one to hang with and everyone was busy chatting with their friends. I think I confused people because they were probably thinking who is this young girl and why is she here alone? That was another thing, I was clearly the youngest person in the room, which I hated. I think the water here in NY makes you look older because I swear, even some of the kids that I know who are still in high school look older than me. What is the deal with that?! So I grabbed a glass of champagne to show people that I wasn’t 12 years old. To be honest though, I really just wanted a glass of champagne and in my head that was a good excuse.

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It was the first time I had even been in the store and I must say it was extremely beautiful, and also that I’ll probably never go back in because I don’t have that kind of mula to spend. There were vases of white flowers on the display cases, thousands of dollars worth of gorgeous diamonds behind glass and soothing jazz music in the background. I made the best of my some what awkward situation by taking in all of my surroundings and people watching. Oh boy, was people watching fun.

The best person to watch was the one older woman, probably in her late 60s or so, who had so much plastic surgery that she could hardly move her face. Her face was tighter than my skinniest skinny jeans, her lips gave her a not-so-flattering Donald Duck look, and her boobs were so large and fake that I thought if I came too close and bumped into her one would pop. Of course I asked her if she wanted me to take her picture because I knew I’d have to share the sight with my friends and family. I will not post the picture on here for privacy purposes but just know it’s a great pic.

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After an hour, and 200 pictures, I left the store and walked home and met up with Chelsea and Shannon, my roommates, who were in the area. I walked along the park for two miles until I made it back to my apartment. One of my favorite things about New York is all the walking that I do. It’s a good little work out that keeps me entertained the whole way.

As Chelsea and I walked in the apartment the strangest thing happened. Tulus, one of the doormen, stopped me dead in my tracks. He handed me his hat and said, “wear it, all the girls love it!”. Strange, I know… So I hesitantly put the hat on and tried very hard to hide my look of befuddlement, as Chelsea laughed her ass off. At that exact time more people than I have ever seen walked into the apartment, as I stood by the front door in my fancy black dress and doorman hat. I jokingly welcomed people to the apartment, but not all of them thought it was as funny as Chelsea and I thought it was.

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Do you think I can pull off the doorman look?

Tulus came back from greeting everyone and went on a rampage about how the daughter of the Discovery channel loves to wear his hat and what not. He insisted that we take a picture together and when Chelsea’s phone died he excitedly suggested we use my big Canon camera, that happened to be draped over my shoulder. The elevator man, our friend Astrit, must have heard the commotion by the door and he came by to see what was going on. Then he too pulled out his cell phone and started taking pictures of Tulus and I.

After our short photo shoot Chelsea and I went up to the room and died of laughter as soon as we were in the privacy of our home.



A Weekend We’ll Never Forget & Never Remember

My roommates and I had all been eagerly waiting for this weekend. It was our first weekend together as working women in New York City. No early alarms needed to be set, no long hour days – just relaxing, eating, drinking and of course some partying here and there. Exactly what we all needed after a long week.

It began with a lazy Saturday afternoon of tanning on the rooftop, transforming ourselves from white ghosts to golden goddesses. At least that’s what we were going for…

We were resting up for our big night out that night. One of my roommates was having a few of her high school guy friends over at the apartment.

They came armed with four cases of beer and a very concerned looking elevator man, our friend, Astrit.

We sipped wine and drank beer on the rooftop until the sun went down. It was like something straight out of Gossip Girl or a movie. A perfect view of Central Park in the background and the hum of summer songs playing from the speaker. At that moment in time I was so perfectly happy and 100% content. I thought to myself I could do this every weekend for the rest of my summers. Although, later we found out we weren’t really allowed to be up there drinking, soo that kind of kills my plans but I think our elevator friends like us enough to let us get away with it another once or twice. We shall see!

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The 11G Core Four that actually live in the apartment

The party eventually moved back down to the apartment were we played some games and mingled more with our new friends. One of the guys there played the piano for us in between games. It was the craziest thing, all he did was listen to a song and then he could play it perfectly on the piano. Even if was his first time hearing it, he mimicked it absolutely perfectly. The coolest thing he played was Timber by Pitbull. I didn’t even know that was something that could be played on a piano. It sounded exactly like it too!

Once the clock struck midnight we knew we had to make some moves. Not all of us made it out of the apartment at the same time. Some left much later and some never left at all.

My roommate, Shannon, and I left to go to this bar with some of the newer guys that showed up late. The rest were going to meet us later. It is incredibly hard to get a large number of people all out of the house at the same time. I’m learning how slowly people move as a group.

Shannon and I waited on the sidewalk, with the other guys, waiting for everyone to get downstairs. One of the guys thought it would be funny to start a pull up contest on the construction bars above our head. As soon as some people walked by and the guy asked if they wanted to join his pull up contest. That is when I made a quick exit to the side of the road and hailed a taxi cab faster than I have ever hailed a cab in my life. Within 45 seconds of the first pull up Shannon and I were in a cab on our way to Bounce Sporting Club to meet up with her brother.

The club was elegant, upscale and was filled with so many well dressed people. I got to meet Shannon’s brother for the first time and I also got to make an incredibly embarrassing first impression of myself. Here’s why. Lately I have been working out and trying to work on my arms. I know how bad that sounds, but I’m not doing it in a I-want-to-get-ripped kind of way. All I want is a little definition because right now I have none of that going on. So, when I go out I sometimes notice peoples arms. Well… I noticed Shannon’s brothers arms because they were big. Jokingly I said to Shannon, your brother does arms at the gym, which she then proceeded to turn around and tell him how I too do arms and I thought he had nice arms. I immediately covered my wimpy arms in embarrassment as he looked at them to see if you could tell I had been working out, which of course you couldn’t. He laughed about my comment and I secretly wanted to die. Great first impression, ugh.

Shannon tells me I had a great time the rest of the night. Callie and Chelsea were jealous I went clubbing but basically I really didn’t. At least memory wise… Whoops! It happens to the best of us. Too. Many. Pineapple. Vodkas.

I got my first business card from a guy. It was a new experience for me. Shannon said I denied this guy on three separate occasions so he finally just gave me his card with the hopes I would call. She said I just wasn’t having it with him, which I don’t know why that was the case because turns out he’s actually a cute somewhat successful real man. Perfect, I threw away my chances.

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Poor Shannon, he tried so hard to get us to sit at his table with all his cute guy friends but god only knows why I insisted that I would not go near or anywhere with him. Soo we never met any of his cute friends. Yup, there I go again throwing away more chances.

It started to get late and so we went home. Except I left a little earlier, got a few slices of pizza and then brought it all back to the apartment to share with everyone. I ordered some weird chicken calzone type thing so I guess I lose that earlier point for being normal.


Sunday morning was rough but we all made it through with lots of water and delicious food from 72nd Street Bagel.


New York’s Newest Tour Guide

I got lucky with my work schedule and I don’t have to work as much as my roommates during the week. So naturally, I’ve been taking advantage of this.

On Friday one of my good friends from home came to visit, as well as one of my other good friends from Long Island/elementary school. My friend from home, Evie, hadn’t been to New York City in a few years so I took it upon myself to be her tour guide for the day. We spent the morning being complete tourists. We walked by The Plaza, explored FAO Schwarz, and strolled down 5th Ave. All that was missing were our ‘I Heart NY T-shirts’.

I pointed out stores and buildings and occasionally threw in some facts. I even did the notorious Gossip Girl “Good Morning Upper East Siders” quote when we crossed over to the east side.

I have to admit, though, being a tourist for the day was actually very exciting. FAO Schwarz transported me back to my 9-year-old little girl self and I was mesmerized by the array of toys that lined the walls and halls of the store. There was everything from terrifyingly human-like baby dolls to Avatar dolls, that cost $800, to life size bear stuffed animals. It was hard not to look around wide eyed and in awe.

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After we checked out the toys we drooled over the stores on 5th Ave that were so gorgeous and so unbelievably expensive and unrealistic. Then we explored Little Italy because one, I had never been before and two, Italy was playing soccer in the world cup that day. We figured what would be a better day to go to Little Italy than the day they played soccer?!

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We ordered some authentic Italian beer and a few appetizers to keep our stomachs from growling.

We were extremely disappointed to see that they lost because we were looking forward to how Little Italy would come alive if they did win.

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So after our long day of walking for four and a half hours we finally made our way back to the apartment. We ate some dinner and then got ready to go out!

We went downtown to Phebe’s, a popular intern bar, and had a few drinks. One thing I have noticed is that just about EVERY fun/cool/hip/exciting place is downtown, which is not so fabulous for our wallets because downtown is pretty much polar opposite from where we live.

The bar was fun but by the end of the night we were all exhausted and ready to be home in our beds. I take that back, we were ready for pizza. We are practically best friends with the pizza guys there… Something I’m ashamed to admit. But, nevertheless, we continue to go back night after night.

This time I didn’t order the most bizarre thing they had to offer. So, one point for me! I got a good old fashioned margarita pizza and it was delicious.

Unfortunately, Friday night wasn’t the only night the pizza guys saw us…


Stanton Social Escapade: The $20 Cab Ride Should Have Stopped Us

74 blocks South and approximately 8 blocks East is about how far we had to travel to get to this bar, Stanton Social. It was a very interesting night, to be more specific, Monday night. But let me start from the beginning.

Yesterday my three roommates started their first day of work. To celebrate, we we’re thinking we’d all go out and get dinner and drinks. Chelsea and I got a bit sidetracked by the endless shopping in the Time Warner Center, soo our dinner plans sorta fell through. At around 10PM Chelsea and I were just sitting down for dinner and drinks at a sushi place, called Tenzan. We were shocked and excited to see that the mojitos were only $9 each, because in most other places cocktails are around $13. (It’s a sad day when a $9 drink seems cheap to you). We clearly had to get a drink though because we were celebrating Chelsea’s first day at the law firm!

BTW, if you go you must get the mango shrimp roll, add eel and the Philadelphia roll. Yes, I realize that last night I was being a bit particular and weird, because who gets a mango shrimp roll and casually adds eel… well, I do, but it turned out to be quite yummy!!

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The drinks were great, the food was delicious but once it got to around 11:30 we knew it was time to navigate our way down to Stanton Social. I think I aged a bit in the taxi ride because it took so long to get there. Ya know, 74 blocks down isn’t exactly around the corner, by ANY means.

When we got to the bar we were alarmed by how few people were there but then we quickly realized that it was a Monday night and we were in the restaurant section. So as we walked upstairs we could hear the booms and feel the reverberations from the music. We knew we were in the right spot.

If I had to sum up this bar in two words I would say ‘ghetto fab’. It was fab but also definitely ghetto in a strangely somewhat classy way. Chelsea and I made the best out of it though and made our way to a table in the back with free drinks. In New York the word ‘free’ has a whole new meaning. It’s not the same as the ‘free’ in North Carolina or anywhere else because ‘free’ here is so damn valuable. You don’t pass up free stuff here and you take as much as you can get when you’re handed the opportunity. Although when it comes to drinking I’m not sure if that’s a great mindset…

We danced in the crowded section but then slowly made our way to the open section near the bar. We continued to dance with not a care in the world. The two of us were having the best time on our own. Chelsea doesn’t listen to much ghetto music in CA so since we’ve been here I’ve been playing some more of the ghetto music that she has missed out on. It paid off because she knew a lot of the songs that came on. (I’m a great influence/teacher)

We made friends with some Quay character and his friend, but ditched them quickly after. So… not really sure if you could actually call them our friends… We left them and got a cab home because we both had work the next day early in the morning.

I tried to drag my sluggish body out of bed this morning when my alarm went off but I couldn’t do it. Snooze was my best friend for a while.

I was proud of myself though because I was on schedule and was set to leave on time for work. Everything was great, until… I opened up my bag from the night before only to discover that my small wallet was missing from its place. Gone! Like it was never even there. I frantically turned the bag upside down and looked in it all over, hoping that maybe it was some sort of mean magic trick and the wallet would eventually fall out of the bag from thin air. Unfortunately that’s not how it worked.

My next step was to cancel my credit and debit card, but not before I wallowed for a little. I have never lost anything, so the fact that my wallet was missing this morning was, and still is, very troubling to me. One of two things must have happened. Either one of the ghetto fab people swiped my wallet from my bag or I dropped my wallet in the cab without realizing it. I believe the latter to be true because there were zero charges on either of my cards. That would have to make someone a very kind robber and that just isn’t a thing.

I lost a lot of important things last night so I am hoping and praying that some miracle will occur and I will get my wallet back. But we all know that probably isn’t the case…

So, if anyone sees a small blue Tory Burch wallet hit me up because that holds part of my life, which is now floating somewhere in NYC.



Two Decades

When I was a little girl I would lay in bed with my eyes wide open, full of anticipation for my birthday the next day. I hate mornings, but I would wake up at 6AM ready to start my big day! The only problem was that I had such high expectations, and some years it would live up to them, but some years it wouldn’t.

I knew that this year my birthday would be different and better than all the rest because I would be spending it in the city I love the most. I had no preconceived ideas of how the day would go, I just went with the flow because I knew that no matter what I did it would be great.

We counted down the minutes till it turned midnight on June 14th! My roommates lit the only candle we have in the apartment and came out of the kitchen singing to me with the candle and a shot glass in hand. The fact that it was the pink pomegranate candle from Urban Outfitters made my birthday night so much more special.

That night, we just barely made it into the bar. Thank god for Chelsea’s convincing words because the smeared check marks on our hands looked suspiciously smeared… I got a few birthday shots at the bar and then after some time we decided it was time to go home. Well, not really time for bed but time for pizza.

I have decided that I’m going to start making a list of my completely bizarre pizza choices. That night I order a slice pizza with pasta on top (as if pizza by itself doesn’t already have enough carbs) and a slice of Sicilian (because once again, regular cheese pizza just doesn’t have enough carbs…).

I woke up hours later completely full and with a slight headache. My best friend, Chelsea, and I had plans for the day though so I knew I couldn’t sleep in. We went to breakfast at the beautiful Isola Trattoria and Crudo Bar. The waiter joked that we were more excited for our glasses of water than our mimosas, and it was true. We were also still so full from pizza the night before that it was hard to finish our entire brunch. We had leftover berries and because NY is so expensive we were jokingly saying that we would ask for a to-go box. The best part was that the waiter actually asked if we wanted a to-go box. At first too embarrassed to say yes, we shook our heads no but quickly changed our minds so that we could keep the ridiculously overpriced raspberries and blueberries.

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The rest of the day consisted of shopping in SoHo and picnicking in Central Park. Lounging on our bed comforter turned picnic blanket, we soaked up the sun and caught up on everything from the past year. I cut slices of pickles with my teeth, every bite Chelsea lost half of the contents in her sandwich, because it was a mile high, and we tried not to flash everyone around us and we sat in our dresses on the ground. We tried to be as classy as possible but we’re not sure it worked out so great…

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For dinner we went to The Smith in East Village. I had the most delicious passion fruit rum cocktail and for dinner split a lobster salad. Once we we had stuffed ourselves to the point of explosion, we were handed a dessert menu. Since it was my birthday we decided we had to get just one little thing to all split. The mini carrot cake donuts with cream cheese frosting were screaming my name so we decided on that. It came out with a candle and happy birthday lollipop stuck in the middle. The waitress also came bearing four FREE glasses of champagne. It was the perfect way to celebrate my entrance into the next decade of life!

After a wonderful dinner of eating, drinking and laughing so hard we almost peed in our pants, we were headed to Marquee night club. It has always been my dream to go to a place like this to dance and be surrounded my the hippest posh people of NY. I felt like royalty showing up to the place and skipping the long loser line that wrapped around the corner of the building. We got to cut all the lines because my roommate, Callie, had some connections, which Chelsea and I now have too.

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Everything was so great, except the price of the drinks. Thirty-two dollars for TWO cranberry vodkas. 3-2 dollars for TWO drinks, only two! I was always told NY was expensive but experiencing it first hand is way different. Finding the club promoters table was a miracle because then it meant free drinks for us and if I could save $13 on every drink me and my wallet were VERY happy.

Our time here was cut short though when Callie decided to cool herself – and everyone around us – off. One second the drink was completely full in her hand, the next she was throwing it up in the air, and the next second she was proudly holding it upside down to show that it was empty. Unfortunately the bouncers didn’t find it as funny as we did and kicked us out of the club… It was probably time to go home anyways. Oh wait actually, time to go to pizza is what I mean.

Once again I picked the strangest pizza in the place, deciding on the slice with grilled chicken and ricotta cheese. Seriously, who know why I pick this stuff?! But I must say it was delicious! Or so at the moment that’s what I thought.

So after a long and extremely fun filled exciting day the three of us stumbled back to our apartment for a good night of sleep. I have to say thank you to everyone who made my birthday one of the best yet and a very big special thanks to Chelsea and Callie for giving me a birthday I’ll never forget!

I can’t wait to see how the rest of this summer turns out because so far it has been unreal.


Heaven Is All The Legendary Chefs In One Place

Tonight I attended Summer By The Sea the 29th Annual Chef Tribute to Citymeals on Wheels at the Rockefeller Center Plaza. I got to eat and drink for free, so what’s not to like about that?!

Going into into the event I had no idea what to expect. When I got to Rockefeller Center I had no idea where to go, but I knew I was in the right place because the smell of fish was in the air and the woman to the right of me was plugging her nose because of it. (Don’t worry though, downstairs it smelt fantastic)

I checked in as part of the press and got to snap pictures and tasting creations right away!

The main part of the event was situated under a big white tent positioned in the middle of Rockefeller Center. The tent was lined with tables that held beautiful displays and plates of summer and coastal cuisine. There were street signs at every table that signified who the chef was, where they were from and what they were serving. There was Conch, Oysters, Halibut, Salmon, Lobster and even Octopus! The best part was that the food tasted as wonderful as it looked.

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Some of the chefs in attendance were Bobby Flay, Daniel Boulud, Bill Telepan, Jean-Georges Vongerichten and Laurie Jon Moran. Of course, I didn’t know who any of these people were before tonight but I now I do, well sorta! By the length of the line at Jean-Georges table I could have guessed that he was pretty famous. He had Lobster Sliders with Gruyere, Green Chili Mayonnaise and Yuku Pickles. It melted in your mouth it was so good! (I just made myself salivate thinking about it)


Chef Jean-Georges Table

Everyone was so well dressed and posh. I enjoyed walking around people watching and soaking everything in. It was sort of strange to be alone but I didn’t really mind it as much as I thought I would. (Although, the few drinks I had may have helped with that some…)

A few of my favorites were the “Egg” from chef Laurie Jon Moran from Le Bernadin. It was made with Milk Chocolate, Pot de Creme, Caramel Foam, Maple Syrup, and Maldon Sea Salt. I had a special affinity for this table because my grandparents took me to the restaurant when I came to visit last. It was a bonus that the food was so so good! Another one I really liked was the Scallops from Joachim Splichal served with Chilled Cucumber Jelly and Gazpacho Sorbet.


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There were a lot of other interesting foods there, like Octopus Salad, Lobster Pig Ear Terrine Bahn Mi, Smoked Goat Tostadas and Sweetbread Cooked in Beeswax. And for anyone who is wondering, Sweetbread is the glands of a young animal….. I am very thankful I didn’t try that one. I was heading for it because Sweetbread sounds, well, sweet and delicious but at the last minute I overheard him say something about a gland and I made a B-line for the next table. I was feeling daring though and I tried the Octopus! I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it.

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A jazz band played throughout the night and the different scents of food coalesced together to form an overwhelmingly delicious aroma, which made the night perfect. Beautiful people, exquisite food, delectable drinks, and delightful music. The best combination there is.



New Yorkers Don’t Sweat

I have been living in New York for almost a week now. As absolutely cliche and stupid as it sounds, it’s like a dream come true. Every store I’ve ever wanted to go to is outside my door, there are to-die-for restaurants down the street from my apartment and when I’m feeling tired of the concrete I can escape to Central Park. I love the constant activity and liveliness that the city has to offer.

So, as I’ve been adjusting to the city life I’ve started to pick up on a few things that are different than what I’m used to. For starters, if you look around at the people on the street you’ll have a hard time distinguishing the season. Is it summer or winter? Well, from the way people dress around here you would probably think its somewhere in the middle, like fall, but maybe even winter.


Everyone, well all the real new yorkers, dress in long pants, closed toed shoes and jackets or sweaters. Mind you, it is the beginning of June, so uh it’s not exactly cold out. It’s the strangest thing, I can’t figure it out! Why would anyone want to wear jeans and a jacket when it is 85 degrees out? So, I ask myself, do New Yorkers sweat? I suppose they do not.

Trying to fit in, today I wore a long sleeve button down, but I failed at fulfilling the whole “winter-summer NYC look” and I wore shorts to complete my outfit. Thankfully I was not hot because it was rainy and a little chilly out but I don’t think I can continue to wear long sleeves when the humidity sets in.

Another thing I noticed is a lot of people were all black or only neutrals. If you know me, you know that more than half of my closet is neutral colored clothes so I fit right in in that aspect!

More to come on my thoughts and adventures in NY!


A New Adventure Begins

To say I’m tired right now would be an understatement. I feel exhausted, and yet, I can’t sleep.

I just zipped up my suitcases and loaded everything into the car so I will be ready to go bright and early at 6AM tomorrow morning!

Packing was a very big struggle, as I started off with two bags weighing 60 pounds each and ended with three bags weighing 40 each. Turns out, Spirit Airline, or as my family calls it, Kill Your Spirit Airline, has a 40 pound per bag weight limit, instead of 50 pounds (which is what we thought). But you’re right Spirit, why should you do what everyone else does…? So after numerous clothing transfers back and forth and a lot of sacrificing I fit it all in!

I am so excited to move to Manhattan tomorrow. I have wanted to live in the city ever since I was little. Even living on Long Island for 10 years wasn’t enough for me. I have always longed to live right in the middle of the hustle and bustle. My grandparents have warned me that the city is tiring but I have a lot of energy so I think I can keep up! I’m the girl who never sleeps so why not live in the city that never sleeps?! But really, I’m always the last one to fall asleep when I have a sleepover.

My time to live in NYC has finally arrived and I couldn’t be more ecstatic about it. Although, I keep wondering when and how I grew up. I asked my mom the other day if she was sure I was allowed to live in the city by myself because I’m very confused as to when I became an adult. I’ve determined that getting older is weird. The numbers change but your mind doesn’t. I still feel like my 17 year old self.

Well, considering I will be waking up in five hours I should probably get some sleep. I’ve got a big day ahead of me and a very busy week to follow!

More updates to come!!