What happens in the Hampton's...

...is this:

and this.

That is a man holding a cat on the beach, followed by a giant beaver chillin at the bar we were at. No big deal, just an average day in the life of LUNATICS.

Uvas Congeladas

If you don't know about this, now you do. Frozen grapes are amazing and you should go buy some and freeze them RIGHT NOW.

BF's room mate had a container of frozen grapes recently, which is how I discovered this amazing treat. Apparently other people knew about it also (I was just left out of the loop, clearly) because when I raved about it to JP and HA (room mates) they seemed to already know. Why did no one tell me about this until now!?

Last night we went on a roomie grocery shopping trip, and I bought a bag of grapes with the sole intention of freezing them, and freeze them I did.

So JP and I are sitting on the couch munching on grapes, she's watching tv, I'm looking at this weeks New York Magazine, when what do I see?

Frozen grapes. Guess me and the editor's over at New York were both late on the memo.

Better late than never, though, right?

TC: Interior Designer

Don't get confused. TC are my initials.

This past week has been quite interesting for me. After years of not knowing what career path I want to venture down, I've finally settled on something that seems so obviously right for me that I wonder how I missed it for so long. I've always been interested in fashion, but in the sense of matching colors and fabrics, figuring out what textures and patterns work best with each other, and then finding other things that compliment those combinations. I was never able to translate that into wanting a career in fashion, because everything about the fashion industry is entirely unappealing to me. The people, the culture, the lack of eating...

Those things, combined with my semi-recent move and enjoyment of decorating my bedroom, led me to interior design. I want to make your house sparkle. Literally. (Don't worry, I won't throw glitter all over your living room. I'll confine it to a basement bathroom.)

Thinking about it now, it seems so incredibly obvious that I'm not sure why it has taken me 25 years to figure out that this is what I want to do.

Whatever the rhyme or reason, I've figured it out. AH-HA my friends! Ah-ha. An interior designer I shall be.

sorry, no pictures in this post. But you can be damn sure that when I start going to school (hopefully in September) I'll be posting plenty of pictures of my projects.

And the beat goes on

Hi there.
It's been a few days (weeks) since I've written, I know. Sorry. Before I get to what I'll be writing about, I feel I should update you on the shoe situation I was experiencing the last time I wrote. The shoes WERE, in fact, for me. They were left in my room by HA, my room mate who has funny initials. They were given to her by a friend who was clearly mistaken or entirely uninformed about her shoe size. bad friend.
So anyway, HA figured they would fit me because she knows my shoe size (good friend) so she left them for me as a gift in my room. THANKS HA!

After thought:
I don't actually have a clue which friend of HA's gave her the shoes, but she's probably not really a bad friend. But she might be. But maybe not. It's hard to say.


On to the next:

I spent three GRUELING days at Jury Duty last week. I don't want to get into the details of it, because I tried writing about it last week and everything I wrote ended up reading like an angry rant in an op-ed piece about how lackadaisical our justice system is.

So instead I'm writing about what I saw after I was dismissed from day two of Hell.

I spotted this first. It piqued my interest not only because I am a horseback rider and it is (clearly) a horse-drawn carriage, but because, well, what the hell was a 1920's stage coach doing on the streets of TriBeCa?

That's when I looked over and saw this:

It's a mock 1920's New York City street, set up in an ally. A woman standing next to me inquired as to what was being filmed. Turns out it was Boardwalk Empire, The HBO show about Atlantic City in the 20's.

It was quite a sight to see, almost a glimpse into what life would have looked in New York at that time. Although it wasn't real, and aside from the camera's and crew, it was a convincing scene. So...I guess it's a job well done for the set stylists.

Here's another picture that I took:

Seeing this was by far the highlight of that week. Not too shabby, eh?