I see London, I see France

I see hot men in UNDERPANTS!

We heart Charity events, especially those sponsored by Grey Goose

Being on the board of a charity is great fun and also comes with a few party benefits. Try your luck at the door and get pumped for Tribeca Film Week Festivities.

More on St. Judes Charities to come.

Can I get a toot toot? Can I get a beep beep?

Well for all of you Bentley Lovers like myself, let me just tell you that if there is one thing money can buy: it's a car. And a hot car can buy you gorgeous women, friends, prime parking spots, and even a jump to the front of a line when the hostess catches you in that sexy baby blue Bentley you got at the East Side House Auction, a charity that educates and send east side children (we're thinking more Spanish Harlem than Park Ave kids) to college. Can we say tax write-off? Then again when you're bidding 240k on a car... whats 20k off your taxes? Dust in the wind, exactly what I was thinking. Anyway, the drinks we good, the company was excellent, our dearest Popstar wondered the 'press table' with her many accolades, especially having only been 23! Keep and eye out for P. Harlow, our very next Pepper Dennis, I mean Katie Couric! The food was abbastanza (for you Italian illiterates that means alright) but the men there were pretty good looking; every table was obviously a Bear Stearns, BofA, Lehman, Citi, Morgan table or 30 something associates asked to attend by their bosses. I have to say I spotted a few too many with rings which was quite a disappointment, I may be many things but a home wrecker I am not.
By the way I hope this to be me in 30+ years, yes Green Suit and all. Anyway, we finished the night there with two single 40+ year old men asking to take us out for drinks and jet-set off to Aspen (well the club) where we met the rest of the glam crew. I, unfortunately, left early for another event where there was a band and alcohol but beyond that it wasn't much memorable.... Let's just say I got beer/alcohol/Helen Keller goggles and ended up talking to a way less than cool guy.... ended the night getting in a 4:30 am only to catch a train home to Boston at 6:15 am...so much for sleep. Spent weekend in Boston missing NYC and consuming and average of 1,000 calories/minutes. This weeks diet of celery, miso soup and shirataki noodles really blows.

I heart Brass Monkey

Well it's been a few minutes/hours/days since I have posted but I have many things to get off my chest. The first is that although I am totally for the motto "don't hate the player, hate the game" ... Well I guess I hate the game. I was playing in triple, sudden-death overtime last Saturday night and let's just say that my minutes finally came to expiration, I was benched, my shot missed the goal completely, and my team (me) lost and I was sent home crying only to have the CAB DRIVER ask me if I was ok...Tear....Basically I got drunk (surprise surprise) and told a guy that I knew it wasn't going to work with that I 'couldn't just be friends' and lets just say he didn't agree and magically disappeared whilst my short trip to the bathroom. Ouch....

I know that this is supposed to be a sign about Glamour and loveliness and bitchiness that goes on in and around NYC but I'll let you in on a little (or not so little) secret: I am at heart a beer drinking, shot taking, rap/pop dancing bar/pub/club girl. Some may find may taste for nightlife rather like a chameleon in that I love myself some dirty FRAT infested bars often just as much as I indeed love the glamour and lights of none other than our dearest homebase, Mar-to the-quee. If for no reason other than this, I love Brass Monkey. It's the pub/bar in the meat packing district that a girl like myself thinks she will find true love. I know the rest of the Glam crew is gagging up their edamame beans, thus ruining a recent application of LipFusion2 lipgloss as they read this, but it's the truth. I love the place simply because it represents me. If you often find yourself, like me, wanting to go out to a trendy and cool place but are totally sick of the 'scene' then head to BM in the meat packing without the meat packing. If you don't like it, you are fingerlengths away from PM, ONE, Highline, or any of the other glamorama places we so enjoy on little west 12 :) If you find yourself ready to kick it and are in the mood for less-than-glam then you are a hop,skip, and a jump from places (well a cab ride if your not go-go gadget) from Corner Bistro (best burgers in nyc), tortilla flats --who doesn't love tequila?, or the 4-faced Liar for those of you who haven't graduated from College night (which I haven't).

Anyway, I guess this was a posting about nothing rather than something. Although I did see Paul Rudd at BM the other night and boy is he SMALL, though very friendly, and I guess bordering on C-list if you're not an Anchorman lover like myself. Anyway, all for now.

Play on Playette

For lack of sounding and looking completely slutty to all of you who read this silly blog, I felt the need to share my introductory conversation with my new doctor this morning:

"are you sexually active" -Dr
" um... define active?" - me
"do you participate in sexual activity?" -Dr

(mind you, less than 5 hours before I had 'seen' a 'friend' of mine who I have unfortunately been 'not seeing' for a sad period of time so the answer was an obvi yes. -- it was an accident for those of you who know whom I am talking about.)

"oh yah, I guess so" -- me
"do you have one monogamous partner" -Dr
"damnit, no" - me
"do you use condoms" -Dr
"yes... Wait, I try to?" - me
"would you like to get std test, hiv, etc?" - Dr
"yah, why not..." -- me


For those of you who feel this was widly inappropriate please let me know in the comments section or call me 1-800-I-Shouldn't-have-posted-if-i-ever-want-to-get-married, extension 3