Hell yeah! Liam Neeson! He was hard to miss, he's really tall and very distinctive. This is a big'un for me, I just love him. I don't know anyone who doesn't. It was very cool.
July 22, 2008
Celebrity sighting
Finally! A really big celebrity sighting! Tonight I was on the Upper West Side after watching The Dark Knight in IMAX (awesome) and after the movie I was walking down Broadway complaining to Mary how I never notice celebrities, when the guy below walked on by...
Hell yeah! Liam Neeson! He was hard to miss, he's really tall and very distinctive. This is a big'un for me, I just love him. I don't know anyone who doesn't. It was very cool.
Hell yeah! Liam Neeson! He was hard to miss, he's really tall and very distinctive. This is a big'un for me, I just love him. I don't know anyone who doesn't. It was very cool.
Morning Person - Entry #1
Kill me.
Because of all the activities that go on in the summer, many of which pop up the day of, I have been missing more workouts than I like. I'm still doing 3 a week, but I'd like to be at 5. So last week I decided to become a morning person, and that I would begin my transformation yesterday.
To ease in I got up an hour early yesterday but didn't work out. This morning I got up an hour and a half early and did. Have you ever wondered if it's possible to fall asleep while riding a bike? I pondered this very thing this morning as I fought the urge to close my eyes on the bike. I determined that it probably was possible, but that if it did happen at least I wouldn't fall off since it's a recumbent bike.
So now it's 7:29, during a normal week I would begin the 20-30 minute game I play with my snooze bar in one minute. Yet here I am, sweating above my keyboard after having already worked out, fighting the urge to climb back in bed. The only thing really stopping me is the sweat.
Perhaps in the Fall when events die down I will dedicate myself to battling my impending caffeine addiction.
Because of all the activities that go on in the summer, many of which pop up the day of, I have been missing more workouts than I like. I'm still doing 3 a week, but I'd like to be at 5. So last week I decided to become a morning person, and that I would begin my transformation yesterday.
To ease in I got up an hour early yesterday but didn't work out. This morning I got up an hour and a half early and did. Have you ever wondered if it's possible to fall asleep while riding a bike? I pondered this very thing this morning as I fought the urge to close my eyes on the bike. I determined that it probably was possible, but that if it did happen at least I wouldn't fall off since it's a recumbent bike.
So now it's 7:29, during a normal week I would begin the 20-30 minute game I play with my snooze bar in one minute. Yet here I am, sweating above my keyboard after having already worked out, fighting the urge to climb back in bed. The only thing really stopping me is the sweat.
Perhaps in the Fall when events die down I will dedicate myself to battling my impending caffeine addiction.
July 13, 2008
It's my liiiiiiiiiiiiiife!!
That's right, I'm singing Bon Jovi. I'm singing Bon Jovi because I was lucky enough to be given four VIP tickets to the concert in Central Park on Saturday night. If you don't live in NY you might not have heard (or you might have) they gave a free concert in the park in celebration of the All Star Game being played at Yankee Stadium this week. If you've been following along on the blog you've figured out by now how I got the tickets.
I brought with me three of my favorite Bon Jovi fans; Jackie, Lindsey and Mary. Because the tickets were VIP we were able to stroll right in to a separate area in front of the stage and park ourselves with a great view. We only arrived 2 hours before the show, which was nothing compared to the 45,000 people sitting behind us. They played for a full 2 hours, and it was amazing. We alternated between drooling and screaming for the entire time... sometimes both. We couldn't help it, Jon's just hot. It was a perfect show. They played exactly what you wanted to hear. Check out this video to hear the crowd singing for him!
There's really only one word to describe the evening: EPIC. There are certain events that only happen once. Just a handful of bands have played the Great Lawn. It doesn't happen every year, and only the greatest have the honor. There are other great bands, big parks and free concerts in the world, but none will ever again be Bon Jovi in Central Park. And I was there. I was there singing and screaming with some of my favorite girls. And we could even see the stage. It's something amazing when you understand the significance of a night while it's actually happening. I expect we'll talk about "that night we saw Bon Jovi in the park" until we are quite old. It was one of those nights that only happens in New York City with your New York family.
To top the weekend off, I headed out Sunday afternoon to Riverside Park to see a free performance of Much Ado About Nothing (my favorite Shakespeare play) with Jenna and Mary. It was a beautiful park venue with maybe 50 people in attendance, just sitting around a rotunda watching the players. Perfect company, perfect weather, perfect performance. So New York.
I'm starting to understand why people put up with the smell and the anger and the expense of living here. I wouldn't trade this weekend for anything, and I've never been happier.
I brought with me three of my favorite Bon Jovi fans; Jackie, Lindsey and Mary. Because the tickets were VIP we were able to stroll right in to a separate area in front of the stage and park ourselves with a great view. We only arrived 2 hours before the show, which was nothing compared to the 45,000 people sitting behind us. They played for a full 2 hours, and it was amazing. We alternated between drooling and screaming for the entire time... sometimes both. We couldn't help it, Jon's just hot. It was a perfect show. They played exactly what you wanted to hear. Check out this video to hear the crowd singing for him!
There's really only one word to describe the evening: EPIC. There are certain events that only happen once. Just a handful of bands have played the Great Lawn. It doesn't happen every year, and only the greatest have the honor. There are other great bands, big parks and free concerts in the world, but none will ever again be Bon Jovi in Central Park. And I was there. I was there singing and screaming with some of my favorite girls. And we could even see the stage. It's something amazing when you understand the significance of a night while it's actually happening. I expect we'll talk about "that night we saw Bon Jovi in the park" until we are quite old. It was one of those nights that only happens in New York City with your New York family.
To top the weekend off, I headed out Sunday afternoon to Riverside Park to see a free performance of Much Ado About Nothing (my favorite Shakespeare play) with Jenna and Mary. It was a beautiful park venue with maybe 50 people in attendance, just sitting around a rotunda watching the players. Perfect company, perfect weather, perfect performance. So New York.
I'm starting to understand why people put up with the smell and the anger and the expense of living here. I wouldn't trade this weekend for anything, and I've never been happier.
July 06, 2008
How you doin'?
I hope everyone had a great 4th of July! I was watching the fireworks show from a rooftop in Greenpoint, which means nothing to people who don't live in NY, but it was a great view. I managed to get this amazing picture...
I've always loved fireworks. When I was a kid I would bring my sketchbook to the OakBrook, IL fireworks show and draw them. A few years later I would take pictures with my first camera that was this tiny pink plastic thing. Man, I would love to find those photos today! One day when I upgrade from my sad point-and-shoot digital I'll look back on this photo and think it's total crap.
On another topic... so I'm in the grocery store today, wearing a t-shirt, an old pair of cotton comfy track pants and to top the look off, flip flops. Cause you know, I'm just in the grocery store around the corner. I'm deciding which juice to buy when this shy-type guy who doesn't speak English super well comes over and asks me where I am from.
"Where am I from?" He nods that this was indeed the question. "Um, Chicago," I respond.
"You look nice. I just wanted to tell you that you look very pretty."
"Um, thanks." I'm too surprised to say much else. He's clearly being genuine.
"What is your name?"
"Lori."
"Okay," he smiled. "Bye."
And he walked away. Whatever his motive, he said I was pretty and that was that. He wasn't someone I would ever go for, but it was sweet. I take away from this two things:
1) Every once in a while a stranger knows how to tell a woman she is pretty. It doesn't involve whistling, grunting, eying up and down, or, my personal favorite, "Hey baby!" I hate when people call me baby. I'm not your baby.
2) Perhaps for my next date I won't obsess so much about my outfit. Men don't care if I've carefully mixed a new shirt with an old belt and vintage-inspired jeans to create the perfect creative-but-classy outfit. Clearly flips, track pants and a fitted t-shirt get the job done. Although I think they do like it when we put a little thought into what we are wearing underneath.
I've always loved fireworks. When I was a kid I would bring my sketchbook to the OakBrook, IL fireworks show and draw them. A few years later I would take pictures with my first camera that was this tiny pink plastic thing. Man, I would love to find those photos today! One day when I upgrade from my sad point-and-shoot digital I'll look back on this photo and think it's total crap.
On another topic... so I'm in the grocery store today, wearing a t-shirt, an old pair of cotton comfy track pants and to top the look off, flip flops. Cause you know, I'm just in the grocery store around the corner. I'm deciding which juice to buy when this shy-type guy who doesn't speak English super well comes over and asks me where I am from.
"Where am I from?" He nods that this was indeed the question. "Um, Chicago," I respond.
"You look nice. I just wanted to tell you that you look very pretty."
"Um, thanks." I'm too surprised to say much else. He's clearly being genuine.
"What is your name?"
"Lori."
"Okay," he smiled. "Bye."
And he walked away. Whatever his motive, he said I was pretty and that was that. He wasn't someone I would ever go for, but it was sweet. I take away from this two things:
1) Every once in a while a stranger knows how to tell a woman she is pretty. It doesn't involve whistling, grunting, eying up and down, or, my personal favorite, "Hey baby!" I hate when people call me baby. I'm not your baby.
2) Perhaps for my next date I won't obsess so much about my outfit. Men don't care if I've carefully mixed a new shirt with an old belt and vintage-inspired jeans to create the perfect creative-but-classy outfit. Clearly flips, track pants and a fitted t-shirt get the job done. Although I think they do like it when we put a little thought into what we are wearing underneath.
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