My last night in NYC. Aaaahhhh. Deep breaths.
The last week was pretty jam packed. Award for most fun had goes to Thursday night after Jenny convinced me to go out drinking with the gang after the CH Live show. Working at a place where everyone gets drunk together is something I will cherish and brag about until my grandkids make me stop. That was followed by a bittersweet last day at CH where I got a “beer lunch” with the editorial gang and decided maybe I’ll just stay drunk til I get home.
No but really, I am going to miss writing blurbs and various other things for that wonderful website so much I can’t stand it. And all of the people I was lucky enough to interact with on a daily basis. It’s been LITERALLY a dream come true (minus Ben Schwartz proposing to me).
Didn’t I just get here? Why am I leaving already? What the hell, man?
But I feel like I’m leaving on a high note of not falling too much on my stupid face. And I’m excited to see my family and friends soon. I really do wish I could just fold the United States like a taco and make the Oklahoma/Arkansas/NYC distance a little closer.
I can’t not mention how great meeting everyone in this crazy program with me has been. Spending time with these kids, exploring the city together and telling each other about the cool things we’ve gotten to do because we’re HERE has been so much of what’s made this whole thing the best time ever. UCB lines, screener dvds, dinners in the kitchen, BOMB BOMB BOMBS, touristy sight seeing—cherished memories.
New York City has just enough to make it a little more special than the rest of us and I hope to someday have what it takes to succeed here in on a more long term basis. Someday, someday.
IAC Holiday Party!
Happy Sad Happy Sad
Sad: This is my last week in NYC and at CollegeHumor. It has literally been a dream come true spending time here. I don’t know when I’ll have another chance to experience something like this ever again. I’m just so damn thankful and I am going to miss it/brag about it like crazy.
Happy: This last week includes the IAC Holiday Party on Tuesday and the last CHLive (preceded by BriTANick’s Mankerthon!!) of the year on Thursday! It’s pretty much the best way to say goodbye to this semester. I might cry, but in a happy way.
Also, I am going to see the above pictured puppy very soon, and that fills my heart with all the joy in the world.
I am in NYC, if I had only watched the parade on TV (which I probably wouldn’t have because it starts earlier in this time zone, so I would have probably accidentally slept through it) I would have hated myself forever.
So the lovely Caroline and I woke up at 5am and set out to the upper west side! We were bundled up and prepared for chaos, but it was really no sweat you guys. The only glitch was that the bus we planned to take took foreeeever to show up, so by 6:00 we decided to pay the $5 for a cab. We had a weirdly chipper cab driver for the time of day.
Our first mission was COFFEE. We had to weigh the balance between whether getting a large coffee to help us stay awake was more important than probably making our bladders hate us. Coffee won, and our bladders were pretty cool about it in the end.
We found a really good spot at 66th and CPW, the view was pretty much perfect. As you can see with Sonic, a picture I used no zoom for, we were real up close with these balloons.
We were also in front of buildings that were obviously people in apartments watching the parade. That’s the dream, you know. Just like Seinfeld and Paul and Jamie on Mad About You, being able to see the parade from the comfort of your home. The balloons did tend to drift pretty close to the buildings, too, so it’d might also be a little scary. Balloon insurance should be a thing for those apartment dwellers, perhaps?
The only let down was realizing Daniel Radcliffe & other Broadway stars apparently CHEAT and don’t go the WHOLE PARADE ROUTE, so we didn’t see him. We did, however, see Neil Diamond! And they were even playing “Sweet Caroline” as he passed by, so it was a pretty perfect moment.
After being in D.C. for Obama’s inauguration, I was a little worried about the crowds and getting back to the Y after it was over, but it was a total breeze. New Yorkers really have their shit together, I gotta say. We walked across the park with a big group (who for some reason really loved yelling and whooping under the bridges) and then as soon as we were to the east side, everyone scattered and it could be any normal day at 11:30 in the morning. Even the subway was normal as can be. It was a really great experience all around!
After a nap, I made my own little Thanksgiving meal and had a very nice Skype convo with my family. Me: “What are you most thankful for this year?” Family: “Puppies!!”
Honestly, I know how much my cup runeth over with blessings this year, it’s ridiculous. My friends and family are the best, being able to experience this city for a semester, working for CollegeHumor, meeting awesome new friends to spend this time with. It’s all so great and I say thanks for it every day.
Something I’m particularly thankful for from myself is that I FINALLY HAVE AN ARTICLE PUBLISHED! Took me long enough. Hopefully there will be more where that came from soon. It just took me awhile to really get the CH tone in my writing figured out. Y’know, almost my entire time here. But it happened, and that’s all that matters.
In closing, I will leave you with a link to what I did the night before Thanksgiving: visited SANDWICH NIGHT at the Chris Gethard Show. It was a lot of fun and if you click the link, you can watch me be unfortunately prominent in the background, though Chris does a good job of covering me up a lot. I do talk briefly at the end about my boring veggie sandwich, though. I had actually brought some fake turkey, but it was too difficult to get to in the heat of the sandwich night mayhem, so I just went with whatever. It was a lot of fun and hopefully I get another chance to go before I leave.
Yesterday was the 2nd year anniversary of the day my dad died. I knew it was going to be rough for me being away from my family, so I decided early on to make an appointment to get this tattoo I had been planning on as an homage to him for awhile now. He got one of his first tattoos while living in the city as well, so it seemed really fitting.
It was honestly the best thing I could have done. At work, I sometimes got a little emotional thinking about the day, but I also had friends texting and emailing me about random things to help me still feel sane and connected to the people I care about. That was really important to me and I can’t thank them enough.
Courtney graciously agreed to keep me company at the tattoo place that her roommate suggested (BIG THANK YOU TO HER) and after sketching it out and all, it was ready to go. My first tattoo was really easy and pretty much just an outline, very small deal. This was obviously much more in depth. I have to say, I handled it like a champ and took the pain in stride. And as emotional as it was for me, it just made me really happy more than anything else. I thought about how much I loved the design (the tattoo artist, Brian Wren of Third Eye Tattoos, is seriously talented and made it look so gorgeous) and I just thought about how much it made me feel connected to my dad still.
The mistletoe is for my home, Oklahoma—it’s the only state flower I recognize. Tell me it’s the “Oklahoma rose” all you want, but I’ll never believe you. You can’t up and change something like that after I grew up filling out the worksheets in elementary school. Sorry, dummies who changed it. Also, my dad’s birthday was on Christmas, so it’s all linked together for me. He used to get so mad when I was in high school and talking about how much I wanted to move away and didn’t like Oklahoma. Now I kind of fight with anyone who tries to knock it, which my best friend/Arkansas defector can verify.
The text is from my dad’s favorite book, Candide. He loved the quote at the very end, “We must all cultivate our garden.” He just interpreted it as, you know, we have to make the best of our own gardens/lives and not worry about what other people are planting on their side of the fence. I really wanted this somewhere that I could see it every day and remind myself to keep cultivating myself. It’s part of the reason I’m in here in the first place.
I love the way Brian suggested the placement of the text with the mistletoe. To me, it looks like it could have been copied out of one of the books my dad always had about various flora, fauna, birds and animals with well drawn pictures and Latin names that I used to go through as a kid and pick my favorites of. I couldn’t be more pleased.
I can’t even explain to you how blessed this week has made me feel. Olivia Harrison told me she likes my tattoo while I held back tears of joy. This two days after getting my picture taken with Mindy Kaling.
Also, I still work at CollegeHumor and live in New York City. I just can’t.
Double posting over here, sorry handful of people who follow both!
ME AND MINDY KALING!
I was real dumb and left my camera at home this morning, so this was the best I could do with my shitty phone’s camera. I think it was actually a blessing because the pixel quality does do wonders for blending out my currently pocked face. I just feel bad for Mindy’s perfect face. Also, I love how I totally look like I’m bowing to her or something in this. Because I would. ~I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy.~
Omg she was so witty and beautiful. And when I went up to her, first there were chagrins from her and the helper ladies for my phone being so old school and explaining how I lost my iPhone in a cab (sidenote: I’ve realized I’m a person who specifies iPhone way too often and it bothers me… but I can’t stop) and then the picture was taken, my book was signed and before I walked away I said roughly this:
“Thanks! Thanks for doing this! I’m so excited to read it! I’m glad I got to be here! I love your nails! Thanks again!”
Her nails were very glittery and nice, to be fair. Seasonally appropriate reference: you know the girl in A Christmas Story who is in line with Ralphie to meet Santa and just keeps saying, “I like Santa” and then when she finally gets up there, all she does is scream? That was me on the inside, completely. Therefore, I’m pretty proud of how the moment turned out.
Sure, I wanted to gab about You’ve Got Mail and ask her if she’s been to Cafe Lalo (I’m sure she has, I mean, obviously) and say how I was glad she mentioned this Barnes & Noble being the one that inspired Fox and Sons etc etc. But there were a lot of people behind me still and it was a very assembly line feeling, so I forced myself to postpone our soulmate conversation until we eventually meet again.
Oh and guess who will be at that very same Barnes & Noble this Friday? OLIVIA HARRISON. My life is bananas. I don’t know what’s happening right now. Who wants to go watch me cry in front of Olivia while showing her my tattoo and explaining how much her husband MEANS to me? Anyone??
Happy Halloween! The snow is cleared now and I’ve decided to go as “myself-from-ten-years-ago” for my costume. It’s authentic down to the other Strokes shirt I’m wearing underneath! (Also thanks to my face for making it really feel like I’m back in high school lately, ugh.)
I’m actually being very sentimental about this. Ten years ago I was listening to “Someday” and daydreaming about being in NYC “someday, someday…” And now I’m really here. Making one of my other daydreams come true. It is still incredibly surreal.
I missed out on going to the work party over the weekend because of the freak weather, which is a bummer. But tonight, I’m off to Brooklyn to have some silent movie spooky fun times with Courtney! There’s even going to be a live band there for the accompaniment. What could be more exciting??