Monthly Archives: May 2011
To celebrate Memorial Day weekend, I did what most New Yorkers do… I left the city. Friday afternoon, I boarded a flight to the beautiful city of Rochester, NY.
In my past life, I spent 4 years in a small town outside of Rochester (for college… what up Geneseo?!) followed by 2 1/2 years living in what is called “downtown” Rochester. Those 2 1/2 years were interesting, for lack of a better word. It’s a miracle I stayed friends with the 3 girls I shared a house with those first few months (hey friends, I know you’re reading and I love you :D). Then I lived in possibly the greatest apartment in the entire world (AKA Pink Paradise), I got my first real job, fell in love, learned how to take care of myself and be an “adult” — all while living 350 miles from home. Needless to say, the city of Rochester will forever tug at my heartstrings.
I was excited to head back for the weekend. It’s been about 7 months since my last trip, and that visit was a quick one-nighter en route to my friend’s wedding in Buffalo last fall. I had a laundry list of things I wanted to do and thanks to my hostess (and college roommate) Erin, I was able to accomplish most of it.
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Because most moments in a woman’s life generally come back to a Sex and the City reference, it seemed only fitting that I have a Carrie-embodying occasion as I opened my latest pair of shoes. The particular episode I’m recalling is when the ladies discuss their secret single behaviors. For those of you who don’t know, SSBs are those odd things we wouldn’t dare attempt letting another person see us do — especially a significant other.
As I was tearing my way into a new box of shoes, I discovered my own SSB: taking a shoe’s virginity. Ok, it’s not as weird or as vulgar as you’re probably imagining (get your head outta the gutter!), but it definitely goes along with what Carrie and Miranda discuss in the episode. Allow me to explain. Read the rest of this entry
“A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe” — Le Corbusier
I’m just coming back from three days in California. There were beaches, palm trees, a convertible, room to move around, almost no concrete… it was glorious. But it wasn’t New York. And isn’t that the real pisser of this city? God, I hate it so much sometimes. The rudeness, stupidity and self-centeredness of all the people wandering around. I go from zero to rage in about 10 seconds during rush hour. The trains are late, everything is overpriced, and there will never be enough square footage for all my shoes, clothing and accessories. But then I leave NYC and all of a sudden, all I want to do is get back. I guess that’s the beauty of it too.
And with that, I’m off to do what any true New Yorker does on a Sunday morning… brunch. Because it’s feeling like a day to fall back in love with NYC.
And while I’m all about the concrete jungle, there were some pretty moments while I was away. Here are a few pics from Cali:
Dear readers, I am currently writing to you from lots of miles in the air. I am en route from LaGuardia (often times my home away from home) to Orange County and LA via Atlanta. Starting in about December, I began traveling for work A LOT. This coming from a girl who spent the first 20+ years of her life never stepping foot in an airport. Since December, I’ve been to Omaha a handful of times, San Fran, Boston, DC, Chicago, Texas, Michigan, Connecticut, Florida, the Bahamas (all for work — I get a few personal trips in there every now and then too!).
Today though, my travel nightmares came true. For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know I’ve been battling the world’s most epic cough. I’m on the way to beating Larry for good (yes, I named my cough — we’ve been together for so long!). However, after a failed z-pac attempt, the doctor put me on Prednisone and it’s leaving me all hyped-up and unable to sleep. Once I do fall asleep though, danger ensues. I was supposed to be out the door by 5:30 this morning. Instead, my day started a little something like this (please note the first 10 seconds):
File under: shenanigans (no really, I’ll make a category and this post will live there).
I just had a great dinner and catch up session with a good friend I haven’t seen in a while. It got me thinking (the $19 pitcher of Sangria also got me thinking) of how you can find and make friends with people you never would have imagined you’d be friends with. I guess this is the joy of working at a start up company.
Allow me to elaborate (and this is my blog, so I’m supposed to elaborate, ok?). 18 months ago I started working at a company with 3 full time employees in NYC (here, here and here), 1 in Boston, a couple of part-timers (here and here) and a pair of the hardest working co-founders I’ve ever seen (here and here). You weren’t hired because you’d be best friends with everyone. You were hired because you were smart, you were driven and you were passionate about social media. If anyone out there has ever worked at a start-up, you know that the people working beside you aren’t just your co-workers, they’re soldiers fighting in the same battle you’re fighting. You don’t really consider being friends, you just somehow become family. Read the rest of this entry
I recently had a conversation with a coworker who was talking about starting a blog, and it reminded me of my long discarded attempts at starting (and never publishing) my own blog. Once upon a time ago, I dreamed of being the next Carrie Bradshaw — without the rent controlled apartment but with, arguably more valuable, the ability to form a declarative sentence. And the shoes. The shoes would be mine.
But then I woke up and realized I was a workaholic. I had made a new dream and I was pushing myself every day to accomplish it. So now that I’ve earned VP title at an amazing social media agency, it’s time to go back to those old dreams.
And thus, I bring you Hipster in High Heels. My first foray into personal blogging. This will be indulgent, laden with photos of shoes, recounts of my New York City adventures and of course, soaked in snarky observations of life.
This is my first post. As the true -aholic I have become, I’m earning my chip of desire.
Goal 1: Don’t fall off the wagon