yesterday mom and i took in a matinee performance of 'The Light in the Piazza'. i enjoyed the show. the music was good, the acting was good. the understudy who played the male lead was HOT! now i won't give you any plot points here, if you want to know, you should email me. but i will tell you this, i was quite impressed by the clothing choices of the audience. as you might have guessed, i'm sick and tired of people looking like crap. when did sweat pants become acceptable day wear?? i mean really!!! but a majority of the people were wearing nice clothes, a very few pairs of jeans were spied by yours truly. and i say this because growing up going to the theater was a special event, and you dressed accordingly. (for the record, i wore a corduroy skirt and sweater)then mom and i meet up with daddio at Tavern on the Green. the food was yum, the service was a little slow. i do reccomend the cheesecake! it was quite lovely. even the ceasar salad was delish!here's another reminder to put away those yucky sweat pants, and put on some "slacks" as my grandma would say!
me and the boy took a trip to see a friend of his perform some improv at the Upright Citizens Brigade...and it was a lot of fun!!! it was actually a class that he was taking, and this was kind of their recital (i guess if they were 10 year old piano players that would sound a little better). and later this afternoon i'm meeting my dear old mom for some wednesday matinee theater and then daddio is meeting us at tavern on the green for some dinner. YUM! i've never been there, so this is pretty exciting for me!
the italian women are on a mission...to bring back the hat. not the ski hat, not the baseball hat, but a hat befitting ladies of all types and all places. something to make us all a little more classy and chic, cuz we're SICK and TIRED of seeing people on the street in track outfits, valour sweat suits, wind pants and any other kind of athletic gear when CLEARLY you are not on your way to work out.so please join us. find yourself a hat, and become the few, the proud, the hatted!
it's official people....after watching oprah yesterday with neil diamond - i am officially OVER sweet caroline. that song blows. i don't want to hear it. i think i've been kind of in denial about how much i don't like that song anymore, but watching neil's lackluster performance of it has sealed the deal for me.taking a page from steve colbert:sweet caroline is dead to me
what i don't understand about weight watchers....now while they try to teach portion control (which is good) why do they bother putting point totals in their dieting guide for fast food places?? isn't the idea of dieting to NOT go to fast food restaurants? i think instead of telling you how many points a whopper or a 7 layer nacho will cost you, they should just write....DEATH. DON"T EAT IT, YOU WILL DIE!!! the duchess of york will come, hunt you down and smack you a thousand times! and then there was a point total for some food called...fattusch. if you have a fat tusch, maybe you shouldn't eat something called it. happy MLK day - but not at my office. we burned crosses in the parking lot instead.
BRRRRRRRRR.....the return of old man winter is upon the tri-state area. ice, wind and cold. gotta love it!!!and we here are dancing in joyous celebration of the sam'ich munkey's birthday! i'll be joining you soon, old wise one!!!
last night hoboken said farewell to another soul, but he is moving on to a brighter pasture.....in VEGAS BABY, VEGAS!!! so andy, you shall be missed...but now we all have a place to stay in the desert. so things DO work out. and the boy is almost pink eye free. and a small vacation is coming my way before the olympic/ncaa tourney embargo on days off begin.i need a new joboh - and happy friday the 13th!
when did the entire world of clothing change sizes on me???now i've been, roughly, the same size since i was in the 8th grade - i've maybe grown a 1/2 inch, and sure my boobs have gotten somewhat larger. but other than that, i've been the same size 8 - even when i was my skinniest when i was a senior in high school to the heaviest i was a few years ago (yay beer! and eating at odd times cuz of job) but today, i go to spend some xmas cash that grandma gave me, and i started out ok. i tried on a few shirts at a store i've never shopped in. the size 8 black tunic i tried on was just a smidge to big in the sides - but since i've never shopped there i thought it was just the store. but their medium shirt fit me fine, and i was off with my first purchase - a good start. then i head on over to the republic of bananas....i remember going to the republic for some khakis and funky t-shirts back in the day, but enough with me taking a trip on my back-in-the-day-cycle......i head for the sale rack and find a great looking pair of jeans. and lucky day, size 8 is staring at me. so i pick it up and walk into the dressing room with glee. now not only are these 8 regular length pants WAY to long on me (apparently i've also shrunk) but the waist was just not right. it was puckering in places pants shouldn't. so with great regret i put the jeans on the dressing room discard pile. i wasn't heart broken, but i cursed the other people who are a size 6 and took the last pairs of those jeans. not that i really thought i could fit into the size 6, but now we'll never know.after wandering around a bit i venture into ann taylor. i find this sweet top - in purple and brown with a busy print, but not too busy, just right and a lovely empire waist. so i pick up the size 8 - surely i can fit into the size 8 here. but i also take the 8 petite and the 6 just to make sure. so on to the dressing room. and the size 8 is too big, and the empire on the petite and 6 does not sit in the right place. foiled again....this time by my boobs!!so what gives? have all the clothes in all the world been resized? or am i already feeling the effects of osteoporosis (better have a big glass of milk tomorrow) or am i just not the size i thought i was. OR am i now one of those people who's size is an inbetween!?!?! my body has become a stasis leak of a sort, and I'm stuck between this world and the next (or more like size 6 and 8) WHERE ARE THE SEVENS?!?!?!?!
CHERILITY ON THE AISLE....during this lovely oscar season, we here at the dancing italian women have decided to help you out when you just can pick a movie.today's selection.....KING KONGi wasn't all too thrilled about this movie. it is visually STUNNING!! Kong himself is really a terrific example of digital creations. Naomi Watts really made me believe that she felt real emotions for this ape. And Skull Island with it's native peoples and creatures were also visually interesting. but the two people who stole the show in my mind were Evan Park, who plays Haynes and Jamie Bell who plays Jimmy. their relationship was so interesting. and weird kind of father/son, mentor/student that i really felt was the best part of the story.where Kong didn't do it for me was in the really LONG, sometimes boring scenes on Skull Island where we get to meet some of the local fauna. these were scenes that took entirely too long, and after a while, i was kind of bored watching them. i know peter jackson likes sweeping epics, but this story just didn't need it. but i guess when you're having fun with computer graphics, you get carried away.so overall i give KING KONG an EH on the Cherility scale...which is a recommendation, but not a resounding one. if you're stuck for a date idea, Kong is the way to go. but if you're looking for oscar winner, it ain't here.
my giants, my giants..... what can i say? they f*in BLEW IT!!! i think my grandma can tackle better than our defense did today. hello, why couldn't we stop ANY 3rd and LONG??? i mean, they were gonna throw a slant to get those big yards. hell, i figured it out! they used that same play over and over!!! i'm not really disappointed that we lost - i mean, we won our division and we had a better year than anyone expected - i am disappointed in the way we played like crap today. but the 'skins are still alive, and that angers me....let's go seahawks!
my boyfriend has PINK EYE!!! maybe he should stop hanging out with 3rd graders....kidding. we think he got it from either...the ranger hockey game, the nyc subway, a bar or a nyc cab. all plausible. so far, i am pink eye free, and intend to stay that way...though it would be nice to be able to call in to work sick for 2 weeks cuz my eyes hurt.....hmmmmmmmm
i have truly rediscovered my favorite place to eat in new jersey......IKEA!!! i had the herb crusted salmon with the dill cream sauce, veggies and red potatoes....for $6. that's right peeps, 6 DAMN DOLLARS. I love IKEA
new year's eve....i remember it well.i ventured out with the boy and a few friends to his bro's apartment in the east village. after quickly downing some champagne, we went out for an excellent dinner and a little giants football watching. then we went on to "the nexis of the universe" better known as the intersection of 1st and 1st to the bar one and one. there we had some more drinks under the mural of what could only be an interpretation of the gordon's fisherman. that was weird. then from there we marched up ave a and wound up before midnight at bar 2a. bar 2a...we walked upstairs to find a good number of chairs still available along a table by the window. and lucky us, there were new year's tiara's, hats noise makers and streamers there for the taking, and we certainly obliged. and as the new year came and went - with some toasts and some more drinks, we spied from our window a man across the street against a brick wall. he was trying to hold himself upright. was he trying to pee? puke? or just not fall?? we weren't quite sure, but with every stagger we roared with delight in this man's drunken misery. as we were getting louder watching him, more and more people in the bar started to crowd up to the window and watch this guy with the same delight. so drunk guy decides that he wants to pee near a corner in by a small park. so as he decides to "do the deed" people walk into the park. now these people spook him, so he decides to take off in the opposite direction. too bad his pants are down by his ankles, so he makes this kind of wierd circle and then falls down flat. with that, a ROAR from the bar as we all feel for this poor drunk guy, but yet can't stop laughing at his misery. some nice passerby helps drunk guy up, and i think he is so worried, that he deicdes to run across the street. well, he dashes onto 2nd street and almost is hit by a car, but somehow makes it safely to the tree on the opposite side of the street. now this was quite a feat, since his pants are STILL down by his ankles. well the people in the bar with us are all hoping that drunk guy decides to join us in the bar. but drunk guy has fallen yet again, and this time some guy outisde tries to help him up, but drunky mcdrunkerson wants none of the help. drunky gets up on his own and then takes off into the night away from the bar. so we all go back to drinking. but a few minutes later an ambulance raced down the street, so we all came to the conclusion that drunk guy got a lift to the local emergency room, and his night was officially over.as for me, more drinking and then the PATH ride home finished off a really fun night.what did you do???
