I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to share this partly-debaucherous weekend with my one reader that wasn't able to partake in the festivities.
At 5:30PM Friday, I ran out of the office so fast I can't even remembered if I said "bye" to anyone. I was on my way to Orlando where I was going to be with some people very dear to me.
I landed in Orlando at 11PM, waited for C to get in at 11:30PM. By the time we stepped out of the airport, it was midnight. Apparently the hotel I booked provided a free shuttle to and from the airport, which I knew nothing about. C had printed out the info but the shuttle was no where to be found. Didn't know what to do but decided the best course of action was to splurge for a cab because we were on a mission - to hit the closest bar we could find and drink ourselves silly. The problem was that the closest bar was at Hooters, the time was 12:15AM and last call was at 12:50AM. We dropped our bags off in the room and ran like mad for Hooters, but not without first getting lost within the hotel.
So we get to Hooters and the staff was already shutting down so we ordered a few rounds of shots and a cocktail (which we downed like shot). The waitress could not kick us out soon enough and thus, we ended up in the Hooters parking lot eating Lots of Tots and wings.
If you were one of the very few that got a drunk dial that night - consider yourselves lucky!
The next morning, C and I woke up at an ungodly hour to eat at the hotel's free breakfast buffet. Really - how dare they call what we had a "buffet". We were disappointed and felt cheated out of our precious precious sleep.
TN came to pick us up and after a round of hugs and kisses, we went to eat more breakfast at a nearby Dennys. Not a smart idea because two breakfasts is not a bikini body make. We headed over to the resort where he was staying and hit the pool. TN made a great cabana boy with his rock hard abs and great daiquiri-getting skills.
Fast forward.
...to be continued. Must sleep...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Is it Friday Yet?
I am so completely exhausted... Sometimes my work week just feel like one extremely long neverending Monday. People sometimes can't conceptualize my definition of the word "busy" so to paint a better picture, it typically means having 150 emails to respond to, having clients demand lenghty proposals within the next fifteen minutes (or else I could potentially lose the business), having my internal phone buzz me while three lines on my regular phone rings simultaneously, then throw my boss's demands for me to come into his office so he can rant about something I deem a complete waste of time / chat about what he recently bought on eBay or demand xyz "right away"! And have this go on for 9-10 hours straight - every day. I think because of this, I enjoy my "down time" more so than any other person with the exception of some investment bankers I know.
I nearly snapped today and my boss's spidey senses must've been sharper than norm because he suggested we get an intern. I immediately shrieked and offered to drop everything I was doing to write up the job description. I promise to be a good leader and not make anyone get my coffee (I adore the one Starbucks guy that makes my daily caffinated beverage just the way I like it). I will truly appreciate my intern and never ever yell.. I promise!
When I leave the office while the sun is starting to set, (or after it's already set during the winter months) I've learned to decompress by walking down Fifth Avenue. Fifth Avenue becomes quite romantic and beautiful in the evenings after all the tourists leave. I pop into Zara, Armani Exchange (love those co-ed dressing rooms), Saks Fifth Ave, walk into St. Patrick's Cathedral, say a quick prayer to protect my loved ones and pray harder for my own strength and sanity..
Now that it's Spring in NYC, the party season is back in full swing. No more burden of puffy coats, scarves, gloves and boots - bring on the flirty dresses and open toe shoes!
This past Saturday, NYU Stern held its Annual Spring Fling complete with fabulously dressed guests and overgenerous open bar. After two Cosmopolitans (or was it three?) and one ginormous shot of my fave lemon drop with sweet sugar, I knew I had to leave before my speech started to slur. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head feeling like it's been whacked with a hammer. Maybe I didn't need that last shot... Thank goodness I was without camera or else there would been hundreds of photos of complete strangers, me with complete strangers, lots of tail shaking on the dance floor and probably ones that could be used for potential blackmail. I'm not sure. The memory's a bit fuzzy.
PS. A quick shout out J out in MN. You keep me writing. xxoo
I nearly snapped today and my boss's spidey senses must've been sharper than norm because he suggested we get an intern. I immediately shrieked and offered to drop everything I was doing to write up the job description. I promise to be a good leader and not make anyone get my coffee (I adore the one Starbucks guy that makes my daily caffinated beverage just the way I like it). I will truly appreciate my intern and never ever yell.. I promise!
When I leave the office while the sun is starting to set, (or after it's already set during the winter months) I've learned to decompress by walking down Fifth Avenue. Fifth Avenue becomes quite romantic and beautiful in the evenings after all the tourists leave. I pop into Zara, Armani Exchange (love those co-ed dressing rooms), Saks Fifth Ave, walk into St. Patrick's Cathedral, say a quick prayer to protect my loved ones and pray harder for my own strength and sanity..
Now that it's Spring in NYC, the party season is back in full swing. No more burden of puffy coats, scarves, gloves and boots - bring on the flirty dresses and open toe shoes!
This past Saturday, NYU Stern held its Annual Spring Fling complete with fabulously dressed guests and overgenerous open bar. After two Cosmopolitans (or was it three?) and one ginormous shot of my fave lemon drop with sweet sugar, I knew I had to leave before my speech started to slur. I woke up in the middle of the night with my head feeling like it's been whacked with a hammer. Maybe I didn't need that last shot... Thank goodness I was without camera or else there would been hundreds of photos of complete strangers, me with complete strangers, lots of tail shaking on the dance floor and probably ones that could be used for potential blackmail. I'm not sure. The memory's a bit fuzzy.
PS. A quick shout out J out in MN. You keep me writing. xxoo
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Lovely Sundays
Today was one of those beautiful 70 degree sunny days. I woke up with my face full of makeup, curls still in tact (thanks to Tresemme!), and slightly hungover wondering why I can no longer handle my cocktails / shots the way I used to at the age of 22. I know of no studies that show there is a correlation between age and alcohol tolerance.
This morning I had to head out into Queens to meet my parents for some shopping and when I walked up to them, I noticed they were with their business partner who immediately complimented them on how pretty their daughter is. He said something like this, "Wow, your daughter is so beautiful. She looks Filipino." My mom immediately started sputtering at what she perceived to be a backhanded compliment. "Oh she doesn't normally look this dark. She just loves to sit out and tan and the color never stays for long." I could've sworn I heard her cursing me under her breath.
For the record, my mom has nothing against Filipinos but she does have a problem with me trying to tan when all of Asia is hell bent finding ways to bleach their skin. In the Asian culture, "lighter and whiter" is better and prettier. She doesn't get that the only light I get is from the bulb above my cube so when I go out in public, I use what is called "bronzer".
Anyways, like stated on my Facebook status, I have been working 12 hour work days and it's really been taking a toll on me emotionally. I'm so drained and cranky that the only thing keeping me going is hoping it will be all over with my event this Monday. Another exciting event is my upcoming weekend trip to Orlando to see my dear friend TN. C is also flying in from Chicago for this mini reunion and for the first time in a long time, my heart is filled with joy and excitement!
This morning I had to head out into Queens to meet my parents for some shopping and when I walked up to them, I noticed they were with their business partner who immediately complimented them on how pretty their daughter is. He said something like this, "Wow, your daughter is so beautiful. She looks Filipino." My mom immediately started sputtering at what she perceived to be a backhanded compliment. "Oh she doesn't normally look this dark. She just loves to sit out and tan and the color never stays for long." I could've sworn I heard her cursing me under her breath.
For the record, my mom has nothing against Filipinos but she does have a problem with me trying to tan when all of Asia is hell bent finding ways to bleach their skin. In the Asian culture, "lighter and whiter" is better and prettier. She doesn't get that the only light I get is from the bulb above my cube so when I go out in public, I use what is called "bronzer".
Anyways, like stated on my Facebook status, I have been working 12 hour work days and it's really been taking a toll on me emotionally. I'm so drained and cranky that the only thing keeping me going is hoping it will be all over with my event this Monday. Another exciting event is my upcoming weekend trip to Orlando to see my dear friend TN. C is also flying in from Chicago for this mini reunion and for the first time in a long time, my heart is filled with joy and excitement!
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