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.

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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…

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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.

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