Monthly Archives: February 2008

Baby Boom

 Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone is having babies all of sudden (not counting Angela Jolie who has her own tribe)?

I spend all my time (and money) in the myriad “baby stores” in my West Village hood buying for my friends and co-workers who are having or just had babies; and for some reason this “baby buying” is my duty and responsibility (just like doing the dishes, or cleaning or making dinner), and not my husband’s. I have a budget for it now — “baby gifts” — dude, it’s adding up!

Six years ago in New York City

Six and half years ago I witnessed the worst attack on American soil first-hand. I found an article online that I wrote about this experience (I was shocked that it’s still posted). Check it out. I re-read it, and was shocked and the punch it still carries. Let us not forget the pain we all felt.


Writing Day

Ah, today will be a writing day. I had a tough week. I’ve been very “overly” excited lately. It’s like there have been fire crackers going off all around me. And then, I sit it my desk, working on something sort of, well, not too exciting, wondering where all this wild energy is coming from? It’s coming from imminent change. It’s that crazy 2008. I have many theater projects on my plate — a new play, fixing my old play and sending it out, a cartoon series, and two screenplays. I keep getting excited about change, and then I find I have to wait.

Analyzing my friend: why she can’t meet a guy

  1.  You collect stray dogs
  2. You know the bartender at Henrieta Hudsons (you claim to play pool there)
  3. You take in female only foreign exchange students
  4. You are an expert at tipping at strip clubs
  5. Weekends away are always with girlfriends

New Year, New me

2008 started strangely. I had gotten the flu over the Christmas holiday – in fact, it was so deep this flu that I ended up in the hospital. You know it’s a bad holiday vacation when the highlight is getting an IV drip. Yep, that’s how my 2007 ended. But suddenly, on December 31st, a day after my IV drip, I found myself back on an airplane and then back in New York City for New Year’s Eve. Ugh. But life was about to get MUCH better. My hubby and I had been invited to hang with a friend on a sailing yacht in the Caribbean. So a private jet and a lobster sandwich later, I was hanging on the Drumbeat with three Russian dudes and a crew of ten to cater to our every need (one of them was my husband). Suddenly, life was very relaxing. The sun was so friendly to me. I had no idea that what I needed was a little Vitamin D. Let’s see – highlights….

  • A personal chef
  • Having my girlfriend flown in from San Francisco “just because”
  • Having a dance off with Dmitry
  • Out swimming the dudes – with no fins
  • Cocktails at sunset
  • Watching Master and Commander while we were under sail
  • Listening to blasting classical music while we did a night sail
  • The jungle hike to the waterfall

And now, I find that I’m in a better mood -

My husband told me to go to bed instead of blogging

But here I am! Sneaking a blog post at work. I keep talking about this Hillary/Obama thing. I can’t take it. We need to pick a candidate – and I want them both to win. I do. But here’s the thing — Hillary is smarter that Obama, and she is pretty in person. She’s not the monster that the press make her out to be.  She’s tough and she does her best to hide it, because she’s a woman.  A politician needs to be tough — and Hillary has to apologize for being smart and cut throat because she’s a woman.  It really bugs me.   I’m sorry, but I can’t just jump on board to Obama’s train.   He says the same thing over and over.  Where’s the substance?  My husband, who says I shouldn’t blog, likened the candidates to Coke and Pepsi drinkers. I don’t drink soda anymore, but if I did, I would drink Coke.Coke vrs Pepsi