Chrissy's Blog

AT LAST! It all came together, and I finally have a real bed. It was a long time coming. From air mattress to Ikea mattress on floor, to bare Ikea mattress in the new bed frame, to a real bed with sheets, comforter, etc! Words cannot describe how well I slept that night. My parents bought me a really nice mattress pad. It’s perfect.

I’m a food blogger! I suppose I mentioned it before, but I am writing restaurant reviews for a food blog. My friends Brehnen and Christy accompanied me to my first restaurant in Astoria. A little Greek place called Oceano. I will publish the link to the review once it is up on the internet. Of course my silly camera died when we got there, so I asked Brehnen to take pictures with his smart phone. It was frankly adorable how seriously he took the task. He jumped up and ran around the place taking pictures of literally everything to the point that the owner’s came over and asked what the hell was going on.

I asked him to take pictures of the dishes as well, and I was not pleased to have my photo taken, but I actually like this picture of myself, which does not happen often. Also, I recently started learning photoshop, and my skills are very rudimentary, but I adjusted the color scheme on this photo using Curves, and I am very proud of myself. Go Me!

In my last post, I mentioned that I didn’t feel super close to my female friends. Kayla is an exception. I met her at the crazy dentist’s office. On her last day, the dentist was being his typical asshole self, and I told her that she was so lucky to be leaving, and I owed her a drink. Since then, we meet up about once a week for drinks and some good venting sessions. She is one of those amazingly rare people you meet who genuinely care about how you are doing. She rarely talks about herself, except when I prod her to tell me how things are going for her. I’ve met a number of selfless people like her, and I always have aspired to be more like them.

We were going to meet up for our weekly drinks at Beauty Bar when she suggested we try The Whiskey Ward instead. I was game of course! As the night wore on, she revealed to me that she had actually never had a whiskey drink. I was astounded! We were sitting at the bar, and a gentleman sitting to my left had been not so nonchalantly eavesdropping. He offered to buy us both Manhattans, to introduce Kayla to the wonderful world of whiskey. I asked him to take our picture, and he talked to us most of the night. He was a nice guy, but I just wasn’t interested. He bought be something called a Bo-Rye which is a shot of Bourbon and Rye mixed together. It was delicious, but I was feeling drunk. So Kayla and I left. The gentleman got my number and proceeded to text me the whole night and throughout the weekend. I really wasn’t interested, but he was so charming and persistent. Finally he asked me for a date, and I agreed. He sounded so excited. Since then, nothing. I’m not disappointed or upset, just annoyed. What a waste of time! He spent all that energy trying to get me to go on a date, and when I agree he chickens out? Sometimes boys baffle me.

I felt down about it for a minute and texted Kayla about it.
“Don’t forget, you didn’t like him anyways! F him.” she texted back. I instantly felt better and laughed.

But this post isn’t about boys, it’s about how awesome Kayla is. Once I got home that night, I got a text from her that I still have saved on my phone that says, “Drunk from first whsukey! Wooo!” I really enjoy her.

One of the hardships I’ve had to endure in staying in New York is that I unfortunately shipped a number of my belongings to Seattle. Mainly, I shipped a box full of my shoes there. All I had in New York was boots, flats, and some blue Ked sneakers. I wore the Keds almost everyday, not giving a damn as both shoes developed holes in the toe. In retrospect, it’s a bit embarassing that I was walking around looking like a homeless person, but at the time, I was just trying to survive each day and footwear was the least of my concerns.

At work, one of the vets pulled me aside to tell me that she had some shoes that I could have. Feeling like a charity case, I went out and bought myself some new sneakers. Even though money was crazy tight, that’s no reason to walk around looking like a lost cause. I had the funds to spare on some new kicks! The vet gave me the shoes she mentioned anyway which turned out to be sexy, strappy, designer heels. They fit well, and she doesn’t want them. Why not?

May was rather gloomy. But I sometimes like gloomy. It was warm and often rainy. While I love a sunny day as much as the next person, a nice gray day makes me feel cozy. It gives me an excuse to curl up with take-out Thai food, coffee, and a book. This is my gloomy little Elmhurst.

My old friend from Think Coffee, John, and I met up at a small, underground bar in the East Village to catch up. The bar was recommended to him by a co-worker who said it was laid back. If by laid back, his co-worker meant fancy then he was right.

We drank swank beers out of even swanker goblets and caught up. I only recently found out that John is only 22 or so, but he is so wise beyond his years, and I adore him. We talked about politics, coffee, relationships, and thriving in New York.

It was a slow night at work, so I decided to lighten my key chain and send the keys from the old apartment back to the ex. It seemed like a simple task, but as I taped them to that piece of paper, they looked so sad. Relics of another life, almost but never really forgotten. I put them in an envelope, but somehow didn’t mail them off.

This is the day I set out to get myself a library card. May was a rough month for me, financially. I was expecting to get a security deposit back on my old apartment, but at the last minute, I was informed that money wasn’t coming my way until August. Blargh!

I like to own books so that I can do with them what I will. But that is a luxury that I had to temporarily forgo. I have been devouring books lately, though and desperately needed a library card. I went to the central Manhattan branch which is pretty much the only one open on Sundays. I walked down Library Way where all these placards are embedded in the street.

Ah, books. I just love them.

I got a gig writing for a food blog based in New York City. It’s an upstart site, much like my dearly departed Dicey Weather. I had been e-mailing back and forth with the girl who is creating it, and she wanted to meet up to discuss the site and her expectations in person. We decided to meet at the 9th Avenue Food Festival.

I had a doctor’s appointment in Harlem that morning. (Which by the way, I don’t have cancer. Yay! Always good news to receive.) I didn’t want to schlep all the way back to Queens so I headed straight to the festival. I called the girl I was supposed to meet, but she was running late. Fine by me. I wandered around, ate an empanada, and tried to kill time.

I saw a Psychic booth that offered a reading. Now, I arrived at the food festival with only $30 cash. As I walked around looking at the stalls, I told myself, “Don’t waste your money Chrissy. Save it for the delicious food. Don’t buy jewelry or a hat you’ll never wear. Spend you money wisely.” But before I knew it, I had plopped down my money to have my fortune told. I can’t even remember the justification in my head at that moment.

Basically, she was the worst psychic in the history of the world.

“I see that you have a very high position in your company and make a lot of money.”
“No.”

“I see that you are involved with many men at the moment.”
“No. Not at all. I actually just broke up with someone.”
“Because you were sleeping with many other men?”
“No.”
“But he suspected that you were with many other men?”
“No.”
“Oh, oh, I see. You had an abortion.”
“No!”
“It’s okay. You can be honest with me. You have had an abortion.”
“I swear to you, I have not.”
“You had a tragic miscarriage.” At this point, I just started laughing. It was all so ridiculous.
“No. No pregnancy. No sleeping around. You are way way off.”
“You wanted kids desperately, and he just didn’t understand. You have every right to be mad. I can see that you were meant to be married with children by the age of 20. He ruined that, didn’t he?” I thought for a moment to myself at 20. Jumping off a bridge in the Czech Republic, kissing Polish boys outside of dance clubs, drinking Absinthe with Irish poets, running around Paris in my blue Pashmina, driving to Canada with a group of friend and dancing until four in the morning. If I was meant to be married at that point, I dodged a bullet!!

Me at 20 in Canada. Maybe I am wrong, but I think I was having the time of my life.

She went on to tell me that I would have three kids eventually. A look of horror shot across by face as she also told me that two of them would be twins.

I paid her. (Yes, I know wish I had the gumption to tell her that she didn’t deserve my money, but I’m just too nice.) The rest of the day was fun. I met up with the food blog creator who was such an inspiration. I put a lot of effort into Dicey Weather, but this girl was going all out, and I really admired her for it and am excited to contribute. We ate deep fried oreos, corn on the cob, German Bratwurst and saw that pig get roasted.