Model Diet

It helps to have friends in PR, but if the event involves food, it also makes sense to eat before them too. Maybe that's why Sushi Samba was doling out coveted $50 gift cards as the nibblies factor was slim to none.

I would have popped a mentos and grabbed one of the red waist sashes the waitstaff was sporting if it would have transformed me into the recipient of good service. But one thing these events are usually scant upon is food and libations. Damn! Has my satirical wit been replaced by the cavelier cynicism exhibited on Bravo's Top Chef? I am still reeling from their decision to pit Marcel against Ilan. Ratings be damned it should have been Sam and Marcel, but by tomorrow night that will all be over and Top Design will be beginnning.

Regardless, I am proud of my editorial shot. With the exception of the double exposure 'ghost face' you wouldn't know she was workin' a folding table now would you?

Old Yarn

I received this email titled 'FYI' from my parents yesterday. Don't know where they got it from, but I
did think it was fun and god knows I do love me some knitted critters.

Graffiti in the men's room-

"My mother made me a homosexual!"

Underneath it someone wrote

"If I buy her the yarn will she make one for me?"

Too bad the only thing I remember my mother knitting was a burnt orange macrame plant holder.

Becoming...Available!

The ballad 'More Than Just the Two of Us' by Sneaker was playing on my iTunes player this morning and since I had procured this song through shareware, I thought I would check to see if it had been added to their digital library.

Since they are somewhat obscure and last recorded a studio album in 1982, I was not surprised they were not to be found. However, my inner geek did let out a small cry of glee when I saw that the Sneaker Pimps limited edition 'Becoming Remixed' album had been added.

Like a pig seeking truffles I had previously found methods of procuring these tracks illegally. I had contemplated purchasing a used copy from eBay, but let's face it as technology evolves, I find myself purchasing more music digitally.

Now, I can add them to my library legally albeit with one exception...I will have to rename the downloaded tracks as they are unfortunately mislabeled.

Kat Fancy

I was revisiting a link this morning that my beau Wally sent me this past weekend from Gawker. I previously opened it before work on Saturday and was laughing so hard that my co-workers must have thought I went mad.
As I perused through the reader comments I came upon a link from KarenUhOh. The link was to a site called Kreepy Kat. When I clicked on his puss I instantly fell in love with its little animated chomping mouth. I am afterall partially convinced that this is how Wally sees my cat.

Stay Hungry

This past weekend found me taking abbreviated breaks at work due to extreme business volume combined with my damn near insane work ethic or no break at all. Fast forward to a ravenous version of me arriving at Wally's that evening.

I like my father need to have fuel in my furnace and a hungry Duke is not a fun one to be around. When I find myself in this scenario, I err towards the quickest and easiest way to resolve this problem which began to look like hoofing it to the McDonald's not far from his condo.

Wally offered me a veggie burger to which I grouchily replied "no". I was not to be stopped. I headed out the door only to discover that McDonalds had closed up early in observation of the holiday. Tired and defeated I came back sans McMeal. Seeing my quandary, Wally suggested I order take-out from a local restaurant which I did and let me just say that they have a delicious jalapeno burger.

But enough about that. The real gem of this evening was the party Wally's roommate David took us to. The setting was a done up like Andy Warhol meets the Bellagio Hotel and Casino . The front room had silver mylar balloons suspended from the ceiling and spilling down the wall. The hall was lined with a reflective plastic surface. Towards the back was a white female mannequin sitting atop a bar with a strand of pearls and silver sequined hat.

Historically for me, New Year's Eve is one of those evenings which can be a bit of a letdown, which I believe happens when expectations far outweigh the end result. However, there are also those spontaneous ones that just happen and you end up recounting them because they were special. This would end up being one of those nights.

It wasn't until someone switched on the television right before the ball dropped that Wally and I ran to the front room and counted down five, four, three, two, one and kissed under the balloons that 2006 dissolved and became 2007.

Suffice to say I worked New Year's Day and although I was a bit worse for wear I toughed it out, had a strong day at work and yes, no lunch.