Thanksgiving

I absolutely love Thanksgiving in NYC. Every year is something different. My first year in New York I made a bowl of my mom's stuffing and took it to a potluck at a Columbia University dorm room. Another year, Lekkercraft, GuerrillaStylist, and I hosted a 'dipping' themed dinner and had Cru d'ete, Cheese and Chocolate fondues. It was really the best, except for the fact that by the end of the night i'd lost the battle with my lactose intolerence and spent the rest of the night curled in a ball on my bed. Anywho. Thanksgiving in new york is always about doing something different, at least for me it is. Last year, i went to Pennsylvania and spent it with a friend's family and danced around to classic rock drunk on homemade Lemoncello. Oh fun times!

This year, GuerrillaStylist and I happened to be the only ones left in NYC and decided to save our cash and have a restaurant feed us. We chose Flea Market Cafe, a cute little French bistro in the East Village. The restaurant and the city were EMPTY! It was really strange, but really nice and cold, and the dinner was YUMMY! just take a look!
Um, yeah that's Foie Gras. and I ate GuerrillaStylist's too! For dessert, we had pecan pie and chocolate (not so good) pudding. The heart atop it didn't help but the effort was definately appreciated.

So after dinner, we went to see Australia. I ended up diving into the movie (despite one of the actor's stonewall expressions) and bawling my eyes out. GuerrillaStylist had other opinions. After the movie, weslylysnuckintoseetwilightagain. dum dee dum.
What!??
Edward is HOT!

Happy Thanksgiving.

oh i almost forgot...

this morning on the train, i started writing again!  looks like it's going to be a story.  i've been attempting poetry the last few nights, but just couldn't make it work.  this seems more honest anyway. - i hate to say that reading twilight was actually an inspiration, but it's true.  And now i have decided to read books 3 and 4 AFTER i memorize another monologue and write 10 pages (if not more) to this new story.  i will admit that quitting twilight (for now) is almost as hard as quitting smoking!  

i'm a present!

Today I bought my ticket to San Antonio to see my mom and sis for Christmas.  Historically, they've come to NYC to visit me, but this year, my sister put me down on her christmas list for santa. If that ain't just about enough to make a grown woman cry, i don't know what is.  Sis doesn't know that i'm coming yet, so SHHH.

Twilight

Friday night, 7:30pm. I did what most every 15 year old girl in new york city did.  I went to see Twilight.  Unlike every 15 year old girl in new york city that night, I thought the movie was HORRIBLE!  Though i will say that the experience of actually attending the cinema opening night was extremely exciting.  I absolutely love seeing movies opening weekend, because everyone who's been anxious to see the movie is out and ready to enjoy no matter what!  this is my theory, prove me wrong if you wish. anyhow, the cinema was FILLED to the brim with teenage girls, myself, and my 7 cohorts.  Jessie (who got me hooked on this Twilight phenomena), and I nonchalantly cut the line of giggling, anxious girls from 3/4 to 1/4 of the way to the front.  (sly, yes. ashamed, maybe just a little.)  i mean it really was something that had to be done. if not, none of us would have sat together. 

So, the movie, like i said above,  was horrible.  filled with poor character choices and inconsistencies.  (luckily i read the book so was able to fill in what was not portrayed in the movie.)  i didn't admit to this until i was down the road from the cinema using the barnes & noble bathroom.  Mainly, because i wanted to be well out of earshot of all the girls who thought that it was absolutely AMAZING THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!! AAAHH OH MY GOD!   (that's what it sounded like on the sidewalk of broadway and 68th.) 

Between you and i, the entire movie wasn't flawed. I did think that a few of the scenes were done really well, and that the casting of Edward was very well done... sigh...

If it wasn't for Jessie, i would never have seen this movie, let alone read the books.  You see. i am a woman of words, who reads literature.  Hemingway, Maugham, Fitgerald!  Not harlequin novels for 15 year olds!!  And yet, when my Jessie (who is also a woman of words) pushed this series upon me, i gave in, gave it a try, and i was hooked.  i felt just like an neglected housewife trying to relive her long gone days with her first teenage love.  All knowing that i would be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life, because men like Edward do not and will not ever exist.