No, I am not stalking

The planets must be aligned in my favor, because I have had a few notable celebrity sightings lately. These events are mildly common for those of us that live here, and sorry tourists, they generally don't hang around Times Square (unless they are appearing on Good Morning America) so chances are you won't get any. In the account below, I will tell you where I have seen celebrities, but this does not mean that you need to call out the paparazzi or start stalking for your own sightings. I don't want my blog turning into the next Perez Hilton site. I only share these stories because people outside the city have asked if I have seen anyone famous.

In this blog I believe that I have mentioned that I have seen John Leguizamo and of course my attempts at Snow Patrol meetings, but most sightings have been few and far between. I think I saw Olympia Dukakis on the 1 train platform, and I am convinced that I saw Adrian Grenier (The Devil Wears Prada) on the subway. But that was a while ago. This past month has been a flood of celebrity sightings. The first sighting I had was Ted Allen (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) at a promotional thing for Top Chef. I gawked and texted my best friend the news. (She is usually the first to know about my sightings.) Then I saw him again at the Taste of Summer event at Lincoln Center (more on that below). Last week at a Nokia event in Washington Square I saw Claire Daines and Hugh Dancy (up and coming Brit actor). Oh no, it does not stop there. Monday I saw Caridee (America's Next Top Model winner) in the fashion district, of course, and Wednesday I saw Debra Messing in Union Square.

It was pretty exciting, and I have to admit, I stared. It is really hard not to stare. The first glance is used to make sure we are seeing who we think we are seeing...but we continue to look. So I have a theory. We usually see these folks on screens or stages, and we stare at the screens. Thus are brains are then programmed to stare at those people. It totally makes sense.

Of course seeing a celebrity is loads of fun, but meeting them is twice as nice. I have recounted my failed attempts to meet Gary Lightbody, and I am pleased to announce that I have met and talked to a celebrity! Sadly, it is not the Irish singer of that popular Scottish band, but it was my favorite cast member of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy - Ted Allen. I like him because he was witty, and well, I'm a foodie and I liked his food tips. (I have even used a couple.) In the above paragraphs I mentioned that I saw Ted Allen at the Taste of Summer event in Lincoln Center. The event showcased foods from some the best restaurants in the city. The food was so delicious!! Nokia sponsored the event, so I was there working--taking pictures, eating, etc. I did think that it would be cool the meet the gentleman, but I was pretty sure that was not going to happen (I remember to well my attempts to meet Gary.) Towards the end of the evening the crowd cleared and I saw Mr. Allen not too far from me. We made eye contact, and I smiled. I was then worried that I had food in my teeth. Then, he came over to talk to me! I am not lying or remembering this wrong. I am not that brave. I am pretty sure he was not hitting on me. I think he came over because 1) he is a really nice fellow and 2) I was wearing a Nokia T-shirt. He asked me about Nokia's sponsorship of the evening's event and I must say that considering my lack of information on the subject I did really superb job of answering his questions, and I was charming. I admit, I gushed a little about the show and the stellar shirt he was wearing with his seersucker suit. All in all, I felt that he was a very nice fellow. I wonder if he needs an assistant. And this experience will hopefully give me the confidence I need next time I am seven feet from a rock star I happen to like.

Miracle on 125th Street

On the 3rd day of my unemployment I began my freelance gig with the company that does events for Nokia. That day my main responsibility was to run errands and pick up necessary items for the event. My to do list took me to Staples (several times), Home Depot, Starbucks, American Apparel, and Kinkos. I really wanted to impress everyone, so I kept track of the money I spent, kept the receipts in one place-my wallet-and tried to be quick and efficient with my tasks. Things were going well until I was attempting to pay for some papers I had laminated. I searched my bag, and my wallet was nowhere to be found. I didn't take a bag with lots pockets, and although it was deep, there wasn't any place for my little black wallet to hide. Fortunately, I didn't have a lot of money in there, but it did contain my debit card, driver's license, and receipts.

I was pretty sure my pocket didn't get picked, and I figured that I must have either left it in a cab or dropped it somewhere in Columbus Circle (59th Street and Central Park West AVE). Fortunately I didn't keep any of the money my clients gave me to spend in there, but all the receipts tucked safely in that wallet were gone. I was embarrassed about that; I really wanted to impress them. I guess I must have anyway, because they have asked me to come back--not permanently, yet.

I quickly cancelled my debit card and ordered a new license. I was pretty certain I would never see it again...after all, I do live in New York City. If you think of the stereotypes of the city there would be no way I would ever see that wallet again. And I liked it too. It was small and convenient. (I hate having to schlep large wallets.) The worst part of the whole thing was that since it happened shortly after I lost my job, I felt that it just kicked me while I was down.

But as I have noticed this summer, I haven't stayed down for long. I mentioned that I have done quite a bit of freelance work. Last week I was incredibly busy running around delivering packages, and getting stuff for Nokia events. Even Saturday was busy. I had to do laundry, exercise, attend a bridal shower, pick up movie tickets at the Magic Johnson, give them to a friend (long story), pick up a package from the post office, go to the Travis concert, and write a talk for church. The last thing I wanted to do was go to the post office. I hate going there. Especially the one closest to my house, the clerks are slow, and all the bullet-proof glass creeps me out. I was kind of mad at the person who had the audacity to send me a certified letter. I figured it was probably the COBRA people sending me official you have no insurance papers.

While in line I noticed that the package notice was dated June 23rd, and I only had two more days to pick up my mail before it was sent back. The mail situation is seriously the most frustrating part of my residence. The lady downstairs gets all the mail and puts it by the front door at her convenience. We can go a couple of days before the mail arrives, plus magazines don't always arrive either. So I was doubly annoyed knowing that I could have stood in line a couple of weeks ago when I was less busy. I was in the post office for probably 30-40 minutes before I finally got my mail--a package from some stranger in Commack, NY. I wasn't quite sure if I should open the package. With emails, we aren't supposed to open attachments from strangers, but can we open packages? So I contemplated the dilemma while I ran yet another errand. On the way back home, I passed the police precinct, and decided to ask a cop that was standing outside. He said I had two options: open the package or throw it away. He offered to open it for me.

He opened it up and handed me the note inside that read: "I found this at 125th and Lennox..." and all of a sudden I knew what was in the package: my wallet with the cash, receipts, drivers license and debit card. How it got all the way to Harlem with everything still there is a huge mystery and miracle. I have to admit, I got a little emotional. I couldn't believe it was all there. So even in New York City there are good people who mail lost articles to their owners.

Maybe it is a good omen; now that I have found my wallet, I will get a new job soon, too. I do have an interview tomorrow....

A Super Long Vacation

If you read the Texas post, you will recall that I have no job. Well, I have no nine-to-six job. The day after I was let go, two former coworkers lined me up with freelance jobs. One job allows me to hang out with some very fabulous British folks and help out with their Nokia events. (Please hire me!) With the other job I get to pitch story ideas for LASIK in the Seattle area. I totally use my connections to get good conversations with the editors. Sadly, because of the time difference, I get to spend the afternoons at home making the calls instead exploring the city. My roommate Angie encourages me to get as far away from the house as possible when running errands. She has encouraged me to go to Fairway (72nd and Broadway) for groceries instead of the C-Town around the corner.

I make sure to exercise in the mornings, but in the afternoons to pass the time, I catch up on TV. I have watched the entire first and second seasons of both Veronica Mars and Grey's Anatomy. Clearly I need a full time job. Seriously.

And by the way, my name's Meredith. I have dark and twisty days. Why aren't Chris O'Donnell and Patrick Dempsey begging to date me?

Seriously.

Guess What I figured out! Enjoy the videos. I thought I edited out the second one, so there is nothing to see there sadly. Also, I have changed my comments setting so anyone can make a comment. Scroll down, there are a couple of new posts. Also, stay tuned because more are coming!

It's beginning to get to me from meredith and Vimeo.

It's Beginning to Get to Me from meredith and Vimeo.

Just Fran - Flowers in the Window from meredith and Vimeo.

This cow was one of the few willing to smile for the camera. She probably thought I was one those crazy yankees who had never seen a live animal before.


The bride and her mom putting centerpieces together at Texas A&M

It was a group project.

The Bride and Groom leaving the Houston Temple. I think Callie was the only one of the two who realized that I was taking a picture at that moment.

My Texas relatives

Dancing to their song...some country number. It was hard for my brit-rock/indie ears.

Doing the motions for the Texas A&M fight song.

City Mouse, Country Mouse

The first week in June I decided to get out of the city and head to College Station, Texas to have some fun in the country, and also to attend my cousin Callie's wedding. It was so nice to get away from the yellow taxi cabs, smelly subways, and uninteresting work. Plus I kinda have a crush on Texas. I'm not fond of the Lubbock area, but for the most part I really have a crush on the state. If it wasn't so blazing hot, Austin would be ranked higher on my places to live list. That is why I only have a crush on Texas. We tend to only crush on things we don't get to have. Who knows, maybe someday this crush will turn into full blown love.

My aunt and uncle live outside of College Station in a new development that helped me live the true meaning of vacation. I had no cell phone coverage, and due to the dial-up internet connection I couldn't check my email without wanting to hurt something...so I was unplugged from the world and didn't think about work at all. (The last time I took a "vacation" I worked during the majority of it.) Instead of monitoring the hundreds of google alerts that come into my inbox, I walked one of my aunt's dogs (Samantha, who became my best friend until I wouldn't let her share my bed. She totally hogged the bed), visited my grandma, baked goodies, and helped as much as I could with the wedding. I didn't do anything touristy, but I had a really great time.

College Station does not have that many tourist attractions. It has Texas A&M and the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library. The library was closed, but I did get to see part of the campus. My uncle is the head of the horticulture department, and we used one of the flower labs to put the flower arrangements together. I also saw a lot of cows. One of my cousins, Trevor, is a rancher of sorts. He is studying something to do with feeding cows at A&M (I am sure there is a more technical way of stating what he studies, however I don't recall asking what it was.) For some hands on experience, and reduced rent, he and his wife live in a 100 year old farm house while he looks after some cattle. One evening we took a trip out to see the cows (which weren't very friendly; they didn't let me touch them). I was pretty impressed with my cousin--he ropes cows and has a garden and eats the produce. That shouldn't be an amazing concept; it's just that I don't know that many people from my generation that has a garden and eats the produce.

The wedding was a lot of fun. The ceremony took place in Houston, and it was so hot and humid I thought I was going to melt away. I was wearing light clothes, and I really felt sorry for everyone in the tuxes and wedding dress. If I ever get married in Houston in the summer, I will probably have as few layers as possible. And I think a knee-lengthed dress will be an option. it would definitely be a draftier option. The reception was at the College Station Hilton with good food (i.e. steak--this is Texas), dancing and the Texas A&M fight song. Oh yes, I was told that the song is played at all Aggie functions...including weddings. My cousin, Lance, also informed me that the song is played on the radio as well. This a town that loves their university and its traditions.

I caught the bouquet. My relatives were pretty clear that I had to catch it, and despite my protesting, they enticed me to try to catch the bouquet. Part of the prize for winning was a gift card to Target. At first Callie just wanted to put a $5 Target gift card, but I said that $5 would not get me to the Bronx for my closest Target (the only Target in the world that I dislike as much as Wal-Mart). I did say that with a $5 iTunes card, I would probably give a few people a black eye. Then I had to explain the beauty of iTunes. I guess in a world of cars with radios, the genius of the MP3 player is not as important. My Uncle Tim put in a $20 Target card (and would not tell me how much), and I was dragged out to try my luck. I stood in the back, and Callie totally chucked the thing, and it landed on the floor a few steps away from me. So I got the Target card and a wishful promise of being the next bride. Either way it's a win-win situation.

The best part of the trip was seeing all of my cousin's on my dad's side of the family and meeting their spouses. I only have three cousins (Lance, Trevor and Callie), but since we haven't always lived near each other we have not been able to bond with them like we have with the cousins on my mom's side of the family. I particularly enjoyed noticing the family resemblances. Many people have thought that Callie and I looked like each other with our freckles and fair skin. Callie has always had red hair, and mine just gets red highlights. (We always liked it when people thought that we were sisters.) However, I noticed that from her engaglement photos that Callie looks a lot like our Grandma--they have the same eyes. I was surprised to see how much Trevor looks like my dad...except for the hairline and the nose. I think Lance takes after the other side of his family.

I was a little sad to leave Texas and my family down there. If I had only known that I was going to lose my job upon my return to New York, I would have stayed longer.

Graphics during "A Bad Dream"


Tim and Richard (well, it is hard to see the drummer).


Trim and red-cheeked

Tim dancing and playing

I've got some time on my hands, so I will try to YouTube my clips from the concerts

A Glorious Keane and an Evil Usurper

May 30th was the day of the long-awaited Keane concert. Since I am a huge fan, I was pretty impatient with the band, and their concert delay nearly caused them to lose their Favorite Band For Life status. (Especially since Travis was such a nice show, and will be again on July 14th in NYC!) But the concert once again reminded me of how much I enjoy Keane's music.

First of all, I like them because not a lot of people are familiar with their tunes; they don't get huge amounts of airtime. This means that I will not spend extraordinary amounts of money to sit in the back row of a large arena just to see them. I like more intimate concerts where I can get close to the stage and actually feel like I am watching them live and not on TV. This particular concert was at Rumsey Field in Central Park. Since I was not sure if that was a large or small venue, I decided to take a day off work so I could scope out the park and get good seats for my friends that would be showing up later.

I was at the park by three o'clock in order to find the field. I have not been a frequent visitor to Central Park. Lame, huh? Prior to the concert I had been there once, maybe twice, but obviously hadn't seen anything of interest. (FYI, I was there today, and saw a little bit more, but there is still a lot of park to cover.) I found the venue rather quickly and noticed that there was already a line fifty people deep of concert-goers. That ruined my park exploration plans; instead I plopped my stuff down as concert-goer fifty-one, grabbed my book and waited the 2.5 hours for the doors to open. That sounds like a waste of a couple of good hours for a good place to stand at a show, but I was able to listen to Keane's sound check.

Finally, the doors open, and I found a place for my friends to watch the show. We were about five people from the stage. That's a good distance. Soon my friends arrived, and we waited and waited for the show to begin. The opening band was Rocco DeLuca and the Burden. I must say that the band was very good for an opener. I thought it interesting that they were chosen because the music was very bluesy, a stark contrast to Keane's more pop-sounding introspective anthems. Nonetheless Mr. DeLuca played his heart out. During their set, I was hoping for a Keifer Sutherland sighting. Apparently, Keifer helped produce their CD, so I thought it would be fitting if he were hanging out in the sidelines. Alas, no such luck. However the audience did get a celebrity sighting--one that nearly ruined my concert experience.

Richard mentioned that he saw Blake Lewis, of American Idol, buying a hot dog near the venue. Big freaking deal...although he had his fans surrounding him. After eating his hot dog Blake decided to show up at the Keane concert during Rocco DeLuca's last song. Rocco was playing his little fingers off when multitudes of heads and cameras were turned to the right of the stage where Blake Lewis was shaking hands and having his picture taken with fans...during someone else's performance. It was really obnoxious and interruptive. A real celebrity with any class would have snuck around back and not stolen anyone's thunder. We all wondered why he had shown up, and Alejandro reminded us that Blake sang a Keane song on the show. He suggested that perhaps Blake was going to sing with the band. Digusting. I vowed that I would Boo very loudly if that usurper took the stage. Fortunately, he didn't. It was all Keane.

Keane concerts are five hundred times better than listening to them on CD and the radio. Recorded music has not yet been able to capture the energy and passion that goes into a live show. I remember seeing Keane in September of 2004 at the Showbox in Seattle. They had some lights, but no special effects or audio/visual enhancements, but it was the best concert I had ever attended. I was smitten with the band ever since. My fourth Keane concert did not disappoint either. By this time, I expected that the art-loving musicians would add artsy a/v effects, and I was correct in that assumption. In some songs they used the incredible graphics from their album covers, and an interesting ballroom dance video for "A Bad Dream" that added an eeriness to the song. Brilliant.

Tom Chaplin's voice and performance ability was not lacking. He is in much better shape than he had been in past shows. It looks like rehab treated him well, and he is continuing to take care of himself. He showed off more of his talents by picking up an accoustic guitar for "Your Eyes Open." The other members, Tim Rice-Oxley and Richard Hughes did not disappoint. Tim moves around so much when he plays, I am always amazed that the songs still sound right. During the audience-interaction moments the band was very honest with the issues they have struggled through recently: near break-up, rehab...but they seem to be very focused on remaining friends, and remaining a band. yeah! According to the blog, they are starting to work on album number three. double yeah! Plus, as usual, the band showed immense appreciation for the fans. That always helps.

It was great, and they better darn well not take too long coming back to the city!!!

Standing outside of Magnolia enjoying a good dose of sugar!

I don't mean to brag, but...

This winter my roommate made an important discovery: The Barefoot Contessa baking mixes. If you have ever seen her on the Food Network, you will remember her for her significant use of butter, sugar and cream...but minus the Southern accent. (That would be Paula Dean.) Ina Garten a.k.a. The Barefoot Contessa makes some scrumptious-looking food on her show, and that quality goes into her baking mixes. I should warn you, however, that they are not cheap. I think Angie bought some at Crate and Barrel at around ten bucks a box. Are they worth it? It depends.

The first ones I tried (meaning, ate--my roommate did the actual baking) were her coconut cupcakes. They were delicious and stayed moist for ten days. Yes, I am just as surprised as you that they lasted ten whole days. The other cupcakes we tried were these yummy chocolate ones with fabulous frosting. I can tell when a frosting came from a can, and hers had no such flavor. Oh yes, despite the low yield (about 1 dozen per mix), the price was worth it.

The rate of $10 for a baking mix does not reflect NYC price gauging (completely), and so please don't think that a box of Betty Crocker costs $8.00. I compare the Barefoot Contessa cupcakes to the finer ones purchased at various bakeries in town. Cupcakes are quite the hip treat, and not because all that frosting goes to the hips. (Though that is entirely true.) I have become a fan of the cupcake since I have been here. Everyone has their preferred cupcake place. And I am pretty sure that one can gain cupcake love street-cred if one fancies a cupcake at a bakery besides Magnolia. My friend Stephanie wants to throw a cupcake taste-testing party so we can make a good assessment of the best bakeries in the city. I fully intend to participate in that shindig. Maybe I will get my little cakes from Billy's or maybe I will whip up a batch of The Barefoot Contessa. Since I have tried the cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery, Crumbs and Buttercup Bakery, I think Ina's mixes can stand up to ones purchased already made.

Or maybe I will make my own...from scratch.

Tonight my roommate and I made her chocolate chip cookie mix. Well, Angie bought it and I stirred. For a mix the cookies were very good. But mine are better. Don't mean to brag, but it's true. Watch out Ina for the High-Heeled Contessa!

A New Year, A New Ward, in New Amsterdam

Believe it or not I have lived in New York for one full year! What a year too. I think I have now settled myself into the routine of city-living. I have my favorite places, restaurants, people, but I still have lots to explore. Many people who have lived here longer than me have recounted that there are neighborhoods that they never visit. Crazy, huh? But soon everyone gets stuck in the rut of everyday living, the city is no longer new, and we stop looking for little adventures because by golly, we have errands to run.

That is how I have felt during the cold months. In Seattle when the weather was icky my friends and I would go shopping. Here when the weather is icky, I stay home and start to hate the city. Someone told me that no one likes New York in the winter. It is grey, freezing, and miserable going outsie. Now that it has started to warm up I plan to explore new portions of the city. I have only been to Central Park once (and it really doesn't count because I only walked through it), I have not yet seen the Brooklyn Bridge, and I have not even set one foot in Bloomingdales. Oh yes, I've got a lot of livin' to do here still. I'm certain year two will be better than year one. That's the plan.

There are a few things that need to be tweaked in order for me to truly love NYC again. I am now 31 years old. For some people that is not an issue. But as a female Mormon it means that I can no longer attend church with the young single people; I have to go to church with the married people ad the old people. I thought I was prepared for this day, but in actuality I ended up crying all afternoon. Even though the Inwood 3rd ward has not been my favorite young single adult congregation, it was full of amazingly talented people. Apparently that congregation had the highest concentration of professional musicians and performers in the city. Our special musical numbers were really special. One time a guy sang a rearranged version of the hymn, "I know that my redeemer lives," and I nearly had to wipe away a tear or two. (Trust me, for that's showing a lot of emotion at church.) The ward also had a talented chef and pastry chef who coordinated a lucheon that blew every after-church potluck completely out of the water.

The family ward has talented opera singers and other performers, so I won't miss out on that fun experience, and I imagine that in a month or two I will like the screaming kids. But it is a transition that I really wanted to avoid--or a transition I was hoping to face with a spouse. I don't want the friends I made to forget me since they don't see me on Sunday. I will just have to be proactive and beg them to be my friend.

The other thing I need to tweak is my job. I loved PR last summer. I worked hard, was given challenging assignments, and people valued my effort. Then everyone I worked with left the company, and the replacements saw my job title and I was not given the same opportunities as before. I spoke up often and offered my services time and again. I did get work to do, but as one client put it, I am the dumpster who gets all the crap assignments. So it is time to move on. I hate searching for a new job, but I also hate being under-appreciated.

I try to tell myself that these two issues shouldn't affect my feelings for New York, but bad jobs and loneliness can bring anyone down--even if they live in Topeka, Austin or Seattle.

So, let's hope that Year Two kicks Year One's little patootie!

So, I'm not very computer literate.

I'm trying to put some of my concert videos on my blog and it is not working. Kate, I even downloaded my videos to that Vimeo site you told me about, and when I go to the site to see my videos I get a blank screen. I'm rather frustrated and I need help. For all those who know how I am supposed to get these things to work, please help me out. I have some Travis and Snow Patrol videos that want to be published on m blog.

Yes, this really old college ID is me

Today I took the Delta Shuttle for a day of training in our Washington, D.C. office. It was great to board a plane without any luggage; I felt a little glamorous. Whoops, wrong word. Now I am going to have that infernal song stuck in my head.

Anyway, today's flight taught me a valuable lesson: when you feel prompted to grab your passport, do it. I didn't because last I checked Washington, D.C. was not a foreign country. I should have grabbed it because at some point my drivers license fell out of my wallet (or was removed for some reason that escapes me...) and I was at the airport without official identification. I panicked because I didn't really want to go to work all embarrassed about not making the flight. I called one of my coworkers and he suggested that I just ask nicely and show every bit of plastic left in my wallet. I was nice and sweet, and I made my flight after going through extra security. I am not going to tell you which choice piece of plastic got me through the gates because I am certain the Department of Homeland Security would probably not want that information leaked.

Laguardia's extra security was not as extra as Washington's security. I nearly had to find alternate means of transportation, like walking. But since Delta let me come to D.C., they decided I should also go home. But I got to have a little stay in an enclosed area--locked up--and got a complete pat-down. Plus when I boarded the plane the airline person didn't scan my ticket. Probably in case if the plane went down there would be no record of the person with dubious ID.

None of this would have happened if I had grabbed my passport. I would have had a nice, normal, uninteresting trip to Washington, D.C.

Earth Day Thoughts

Recently Al Gore thought he'd do the earth a favor and create a concert event to promote "green" causes. You should all know that I like concerts and decided to check out the line up. These events are going on all around the world, and wouldn't you know it, the best bands will be playing in the UK. Not very fair. I was amazed that there were a handful of USA bands playing across the pond. It makes me wonder about their travel plans. Wouldn't we be limiting our carbon footprint on the earth if the bands and all their gear weren't traveling all around the world? What about all the electricity for the sound and lights? Or will this event be solar-powered? Did Al Gore think about that?

I also wonder if the paper beer cups and plastic water bottles will be recycled...after event staff has to pick up the the litter from the ground. Oh wait, I'm sure only the very earth-conscious will be attending, and they will probably pick up their trash. I would pay to see that marvel. Seriously, after the Austin City Limits concert I felt very bad for the park workers. After the Coldplay show the park was a sea of empty beverage containers.

The guitar player whose name I do not know because it is not as cool as Lightbody


Gary Lightbody--who needed someone to sing with.

I am not a photographer when it gets dark. I just point, shoot and hope for the best.

I took some video with my camera. I couldn't figure out how to post it on my blog. Please help! I don't really want to get a YouTube account.

Yes, I am a chicken

I am sure you recall that I was really excited about the Snow Patrol concert. Maybe you may even recall the post where I went to see the band at Good Morning America, and didn't say anything to the band when I had a chance. I haven't learned a thing.

The morning of the Snow Patrol concert my coworker said that the band was picking people from the audience to sing "Set the Fire to the 3rd Bar" with Gary Lightbody. "3rd Bar" is a beautiful song that Gary sings with Martha Wainright on the CD. (When I listen to the song in private, he sings with me...) Anyway, in order to get picked, my coworker said that the willing participant would have to make a sign requesting to be chosen.

I thought about it all day...long and hard. It would be cool to be picked...except for that forcing people to listen to me sing part. Plus, loads of people have probably heard about the sign thing so the chances of me getting chosen are slim to none...especially since my General Admission seats were probably at the back of the theatre....and lastly Martha Wainright is from New York...she'll probably show up for the New York shows....

That's exactly what went through my head at work that day, so yes, I headed over to the Madison Square Garden Theater without my sign for Gary Lightbody. I told my friend Connie the story and she was mad at me. As well she should have been.

Connie and I arrived early enough to the concert to claim our General Admission seats 10 feet from the stage. (So yeah, he would see my sign). She was amazed that I knew how to get close to the stage. It's called concert sacrifice. You get there unfashionably early and score a good location. Connie was amazed mostly because I look too innocent to go to rock concerts. Yeah, I get that a lot.

The first band was so-so. I don't even remember the name. The second band was a little group called OK Go. All I knew about them was their very famous treadmill video on YouTube. (Please check it out if haven't already!!) Their performance was great--I need to buy some of their songs.

Finally, Snow Patrol came out!!!! They sounded so much better than when I saw them May 4th 2005. The whole show was fabulous. The lights, the music, Gary's infectuous showmanship. I enjoyed myself immensely. Except for when it came time for Gary Lightbody to choose his singer for the duet. It wasn't a hard for him to choose. Only one person had a sign. I KNOW!!! I am so lame. All the excuses I gave myself were for nothing! I would have had a 50% chance of singing with him, but a 100% chance that he would have at least had to talk to me. All my rock and roll fantasies died the minute that girl from Glasgow took the stage. She sang well, but I am way cuter. Yes, that is jealousy talking. She got a smooch from Gary, and not me because I talked myself out of the sign.

I was riddled with regret for over 24 hours. Luckily I had a good yoga class that helped me purge the negative energy. I'm tyring to think good rock and roll thoughts, and the good news is that I get to see Travis in San Francisco during a business trip out there. Oh yes, I rock.

The Reasons to Take a Book on the Subway

1. It is a great way to pass the time
2. How else am I going read all the books in the New York Library
3. It's a long subway ride
4. Weirdos won't talk me when I'm reading...well, not always
5. Reading at home cuts into important TV watching time
6. It makes me look smart
7. Having a book to look at is better than looking at the homeless man with no underwear and a very large hole in his pants.

Very smart indeed.

YEAH!! YIPPEE!! BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!!

No, I don't have a date with a boy. But I do have a date marked on my calendar to see KEANE!!!! SO it's kind of like having a date with 3 boys.

I guess their publicists do read blogs!

The link that I am going to mention in the following post:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x16rGcxDvIo

I've probably looked at this 12,000 times.

Now it is time to go to sleep.

Some Good Music News

The following two posts are kind of sad. OK, one is sad, the other is mildly pathetic. So before you read those I thought I would share some fun music news. First of all, I am going to see Snow Patrol on Monday at the Madison Square Garden Theater. Yeah!! My friend Connie is coming with me and I think she loves Snow Patrol more than me. But a couple of weeks ago I had a dream that my mom and I were making the band dinner and I made a few song requests for the show. I'll let you know if they play "Cartwheels." Just so you know, they probably won't since it is not technically a Snow Patrol song. Gary Lightbody, the lead singer, wrote it for a side project called Reindeer Section. So, um, Gary, if your publicists check blogs and you come across mine please play "Cartwheels" on March 26th!!!!

Aqualung just released a new CD entitled Memory Man. The last CD was kind of low-fi and sleepy, although it has the best crush song ever ("Strange and Beautiful"). This new project is ore high-fi, with more energy and emotion. Check it out.

Saturday night I was trying to make a playlist for my roommate's St. Patrick's Day party and I thought I had enough Irish bands for the party. It turns out that I don't. My collection is heavy on music from the British Isles, but I was surprised that I had so many Scottish bands (Snow Patrol, Reindeer Section, Franz Ferdinand, Camera Obscura...). But the one I want to mention is Travis. I first heard this group when I lived in France, and I was very impressed. I just have a collection of top singles, but I have a huge list of must-buy songs that grows every time I hear another one on Accuradio. Then I heard some good news. On Sunday a girl at church told me that they are releasing a new album in May. Yippee. I checked out the website and found a link for the music video on YouTube. I am attempting to post it. If it worked you will have found it by now. Click on it, and hear the song. If not, I will attempt to post the link again. I know it's possible; people do it all the time. The best part of the new album is the eventual tour. Travis has not had huge U.S. success (which I am totally ok about), but they should make an appearance in NYC. Everyone comes here.

Except Keane. They did a small tour on the West Coast--my cousin Stephanie saw them and loved them--and they are headed to South America, Central America, and Mexico. But do they have plans to come visit me? No! Their Favorite Band For Life status is becoming a little tarnished. Keane, if your publicists are monitoring blogs: COME TO NYC!!!

He was a good dog

The sad thing about living so far away is that bad things happen like our dogs being put to sleep. And although dogs are important members of the family, we don't exactly get bereavement days for them. So I guess it is a good thing that my parents didn't call to tell me that our dog, Rime, was put down. I didn't want to be informed of the news at work. But I didn't want to be told via my parent's blog a week later.

Anyway, it will be sad when I go home next and won't have my little Rimey greet me excitedly as he used to. I think I was his favorite. Actually he was excited to see everyone. But Rime and I had a special bond; we would go on walks together. In full disclosure I must admit that I didn't want to take him on walks, but I didn't really have a choice. One day he literally demanded that I take him with me. So I did, and then everytime I went to walk he came with me. There was no hiding my intent to go outside. Rime knew which shoes and exercise clothes I used. As soon as he heard the swish of my pants his tail would start wagging, and he would also start barking if he thought I was taking too long to get ready. I couldn't even say the work walk or spell it. Although I didn't want to take him on walks at first, it became one of my favorite things to do.

I will miss my large, furry, white puppy.

The color the bag used to be


The broken joint

In Memoriam--My favorite bag

Every girl has a favorite bag...the go-to bag, if you will. Sometimes it is a fancy schmancy designer bag, and sometimes it is a knock-off. Nonetheless it is bag that carries everything. Trust me, girls carry everything in their bags--makeup, wallets, books, gum, new and used tissue, snacks... I had a similar bag up until March 10th, and then it died.

I purchased my favorite bag at Urban Outfitters a few weeks before I travelled to Austin, Texas for the Austin City Limits Music Festival. I needed a good solid bag for that event so that I could carry water bottles, sunscreen, camera, and other essentials for the coolest live music event ever. This bag was certainly the right size and it had plenty of pockets. I am a sucker for pockets. But what really sold me was the plastic coating. I realize that "plastic coating" does not equal classy, but I wasn't going for classy, I wanted hip and I wanted something that wouldn't get destroyed if some miscreant dropped their stinky beer on me. This bag had it, and we had a good time together. At the festival we saw some of our favorite groups: Keane, Aqualung, Coldplay, Franz Ferdinand, Death Cab for Cutie, Jet, and Oasis. The bag did so well that I took it to other concerts later on.

I also took it to work. It carried everything I needed: lunch, wallet, reading material. It was also my church bag; it fit my scriptures, Relief Society manual, etc. The bag was the perfect carry on bag for flights, so there was no doubt that it would go with me to New York. It came with me on job interviews because it was tall enough to not mush my resumes. I took it everywhere because, like I said, it carried everything I needed.

After a while I decided not to fill it up so much because my shoulders and back were hurting, but I didn't even realize that my little/big bag needed a rest. I didn't rest it enough, and it finally gave out on March 10th. That day I did tax it with a heavy burden. I needed to take some personal care items from the gym to my home for church the next day. It had a couple of brushes, hairspray, hair goo/pomade, a book, wallet, water bottle, gloves, hat, and scarf. Not only was it stuffed, I thought it would be fun to carry it all forty-some blocks from Union Square to Rockefeller center. I was tired, but I didn't know that I had done some damage to the bag. Later that night I swung the nearly empty bag over my shoulder and it came crashing down. Somehow the weight had stretched out the metal clasp and it no longer fit in its socket. I could put it back together, but it wouldn't stay--it was irreparably damaged...especially since I have no metallurgy skills. I am very sad and am without a favorite, go-to bag. Big sigh. I am currently using my computer bag for Sunday and days when I have to carry more, but it isn't the same. My computer bag isn't even as cute. It's like the red-headed step-child of go-to bags. Oh, I hope I didn't hurt its feelings. Soon after my mourning period is over I may go back to Urban Outfitters to see if they have more, and I may have to take it to Austin to have a real bonding moment.

Rest In Peace, little bag!

The View From My Window at WORK


This is not my, window...just my cubicle wall

NYC Rooftops

There are lots of water towers in the city

Cars lined up on 18th street between 5th and Broadway

Another thought and then I swear I will get back to work!

At the office we have a big TV that airs CNN all day long, and at my new desk I can get a better view. Today the channel has been covering a horrific bus accident in Georgia (the home state of CNN, fyi). All I have to say is, although this is a highly morbid thought, I am actually grateful for the bus accident coverage because it has entirely pre-empted any Anna Nicole Smith coverage.

I see the victims of this tragic accident as holy angels for saving us from further mind-numbing drama of crazy, drugged-up, faux celebrities.

Yes, I am fully aware that I will be struck by lightening at some point today.

Shhh...I'm supposed to be working

I need to remember to take my camera to work. Last Friday I changed desks to one with a window seat, and let me tell you, I have a pretty amazing view. No, I don't see the Empire State Building or any other cliche city landmark, instead it feels like I can see the whole city from my perch on the 16th floor. I can even see all the way to New Jersey--if you call that an amazing site.

I must say, I get a little thrill when I see the yellow cabs racing around the streets. Someday I will remember to bring in a camera to show you the view.

Good, lunch has arrived and now I can stop pretending to work. I hate pitching...especially now since I am recovering from a cold. Everytime I talk I have a coughing fit.

Snow falls in Washington Heights (Feb. 25)


This is the side of my neighborhood that I don't talk about much



Shoveled sidewalks




The Morris-Jumel Mansion blends into the background after our most-recent snowfall.

Cola-Flavored Slurpee World

The night before Valentine's Day New York was treated to a nice little snowstorm. Perhaps you heard about it...or at least the fallout regarding JetBlue's response to it. Anyway, I wasn't too excited about it, mostly because thanks to the Subway I don't get a snow day. If I still lived in Seattle, I would be staying home from work for sure. Instead I had to tromp around in the muck. Oh yes, I mean muck. I used to love the snow when it falls because it makes everything all pretty. Not so much in the city. As soon as those pretty white flakes hit the pavement they turn brown or sometimes yellow. OK, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration, but sidewalks and streets don't stay empty long enough for the pristine joy of a fresh snowfall. The ensuing slush quickly turns brown (or yellow) and not so pretty. It also makes cola-flavored slurpees seem less appetizing.

The snow has made me miss my car. Luckily I bought snow boots just in time. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to buy any; snow boots are not cheap and they are basically ugly. I looked at a lot of boots but didn't really love any of them. Since New York was not getting any snow I was certain I wouldn't need any. Then it got very, very cold and two pairs of tights were not keeping my little legs warm. So I broke down and visited the 70%-ff sale at Shoe Mania, my favorite shoe store. I've gotten good deals there.

I didn't have much dinero for the purchase, but I found a black pair of Timberlands with a bit of faux-fur trim (although according to the news, my fur trim may be doggy fur). I really was hoping to avoid shearling and fur trim, but that was pretty much impossible because all the boots at the store where either Uggs, wannabee Uggs, fur-trimmed, extremely out of my price change, or just downright matronly. So I found my little boots. Sceptically, I tried on the boots. I looked at them in the mirror, walked around, but I was still unsure. What helped me purchase them? Well, a nice guy came up and said that he totally dug the ghetto Timberland boots matched with my totally punk fishnet stockings. I did not realize I was rocking a ghetto-punk look. (I guess since that is my typical look, I forget that I am just that cool...kidding). So of course I bought them.

My boots totally fit in my neighborhood, too. Well my boots do for sure, but a white girl in Timberlands creates a bit of a stir. I get a lot of stares when I walk around in them. No matter, they are keeping my feet and legs warm which is only slightly more important than how they look...just a smidgeon. The above picture does not really do them justice.

Can I do that...please?

I am home sick today, and to entertain myself I am watching Red Carpet footage from last night's Academy Awards. There were some fabulous dresses last night. Reese Witherspoon, Kate Winslet and Rachel Weiss looked amazing...as usual.

Anyway, the best part of the coverage? The Rembrandt toothpaste commercial that has a nice close up view of a couple kissing. I am embarrassed to admit that I will rewind it to watch it over and over again. (I love my DVR.) My wish for 2007 is to find a boy and recreate the commercial. As soon as it is time to buy new toothpaste I will purchase Rembrandt. (That is effective advertising!) If you have no clue to which commercial I am referring, I suggest you check it out on the company website or YouTube. I am sure there is a way to post it in the blog. Maybe someone can show me how.

Random entry, I know. Maybe it is the fever talking.

This summer at the Today Show. For some reason I look kind of chubby.

Art Deco decor at Rockefeller Center

The West Village: one of those when-I-grow-up-I-want-to-live-there neighborhoods

The Flatiron Building; thus called because it is flat

Bleeker Street, or the well-traveled road to Magnolia Bakery

Duh, the Empire State Building

A bank? A Museum? No, just Balducci's grocery store

Christopher Columbus getting dizzy watching the taxis drive in circles at Columbus Circle

Just a few reasons to come visit me!

Rosebud? The New Tower at the Hearst Building


The Original Six Floors of the Famous Hearst Building. These floors are a historical landmark and the exterior could not be remodeled

When I was a sophmore at BYU, I wanted to work at a magazine. That's why I started to study Communications. (That was the minor that accompanied my French major.) At the time I wanted to write the stories featured in magazines. Little did I know then that the people whe write in magazines are generally freelancers. I guess there is still time for that little dream, but I'm really not pursuing it at this time.

In Public Relations, however, I can kind of live this dream because part of my job is to get my clients into magazines. Case in point: this summer I spent a lot of time getting Rubbermaid products into magazines like O, Family Circle, Woman's Day, Real Simple, and Good Housekeeping. For the most part my job consists of calling up editors and selling them on the highlights of sundry Rubbermaid products. In July, however, we held a press event and invited important editors to look at Rubbermaid's new line of antimicrobial sinkware (i.e. dishdrainers, etc.). It was a fun project finding venues, putting swag bags together, and going to dinner with the spokespeople (Linda Koopersmith, Beverly Hills Organizer and Joan Kohn of HGTV). We had a good turnout at the event and several magazines were interested in putting the products somewhere in their magazines. Good Housekeeping was interested for other reasons: they wanted the products for the brand new test kitchens at the Good Housekeeping Research Institute. You know, the people that hand out the seal of approval? I think it is pretty cool.

After everything was all situated at the Hearst Building, Carolyn Forte, director of the cleaning product/appliances section, invited me and a colleague to tour the new facility. Happily, we set a date for after the holidays. I had never been to the Hearst building before, and I was very excited. It is hard to go to these buildings; the security is generally pretty tight. Someone in my office has said on many occasions that the Conde Nast building (publisher of Vogue) is more secure than Fort Knox. The security in these buildings makes PR work a little difficult because we can't just drop by and present stuff to editors. We will usually have to make appointments, have our names on guest lists, and carry seven different types of ID... Thus, an invitation to the Hearst Building is quite a big affair. (FYI, Hearst also publishes Esquire, O, Southern Living, etc.)

The Hearst building was recently renovated, and it has many neat, state of the art features like their fancy elevators. Instead of the typical elevator setup with the up/down buttons in the corridor and the button panel on the inside, each floor has a kiosk where you punch in the floor you want and it tells you which elevator to take. This is very fast and efficient, and way cool. Although out of habit, I felt like I needed to push a button inside the elevator.

After my coworker Shennell and I were wisked up to the Test Kitchens, our hostess Carolyn gave us a tour of the facility. They test pretty much everything up there. But most specifically, they test everything they advertise in their magazines (except perhaps for prescription drugs.) But if a specific cleaning product claims something special about their product, they make sure that the company is not lying. I think it is pretty neat.

Our Rubbermaid products looked very happy in their new environment helping Carolin test dishwashers and dish detergent. I didn't include pictures because they have strict rules about that. You will just have to trust me that they are there and thriving in their new home.

I also made some good contacts in case I ever feel like writing for a magazine. But in the meantime, I will just use this blog as a writing outlet.

Sometimes the only way to win the love of a nephew is by letting him play with your camera. Sometimes that is called a bribe.

This is Ezra (almost 2). He's an adorable little guy who was quite a hit with the ladies when we all gathered for my papa's funeral. Who wouldn't love a face like that? He has other charming features, like the way he says hello. It is more like "hellOOOOO!" He likes to talk on the phone. He'll say "helloooo" (of course) and a very cute "what doing?" He and his brother (and parents) live in South Dakota.

Traditions are a great part of being in a family. My family has one tradition that is a little odd, but loads of fun; we call it "arp." "Arping" is when we pinch someone's bottom and say "arp" in a mildly falsetto voice. I don't remember when it started, but we have great stories about it. One time when my brother was about four years old, we invited my sister's teacher over for dinner. This teacher hadn't been across our threshold for more than three minutes when my brother reached up and "arped" her. Fortunately this teacher had a good sense of humor and didn't fail Andrea. We all had a good laugh about it. Still do.

Anyway, Sam and Liz like to play "arp" and before they arrived at Christmas they had already planned to have an all-out "arp" war during the holiday. No one's bum was safe and pinching fingers were at the ready. It was a lot of fun; I'm glad that my family can be goofy like that.

Since I don't get to see my niece and nephews often, I really enjoyed the few moments we spent together.

These adorable, and kind of goofy kids are my niece and nephews. I got to see them this Christmas/New Years. The oldest, Sam (12) and Liz (9) live in Pheonix and I have not seen them since June 2005. Way too long. They somehow managed to get a lot taller in the meantime.

The baby is Wyatt, my brother's baby. I saw him for the first time in November and spent many moments holding him. I'm pretty fond of that little guy...and his brother. Well, to be honest, all my niece and nephews are pretty great. I just hope that I won't have to wait until next Christmas to see them. Luckily, both my sister (Liz & Sam's mom) and my sister-in-law (mom to Ezra and Wyatt) have blogs with pictures and anecdotes.

I'm your Dreamgirl

If you were at all wondering, I would like to reassure you that I still live in New York City. The city continues to be exciting, but I haven't taken the time to write in the blog. I assure you that as I walk around I try to observe things that may be of interest to all of you. So I am finally spending some time to write. I need to catch up with the past few months, but I will do that later.

Today a friend who is contemplating a big move out here asked about the cost of living in the city. I did not lie to her; it is not cheap. With taxes, rent, and groceries there isn't much money left for entertainment. That is why I have only seen one Broadway play--for free. The cheapest thing to do for fun in New York--besides staying home and watching TV--is going to the movies. At $11.00 a film, I don't go too often. I usually hold out for the movies I really want to see like Marie Antoinette and Stranger than Fiction.

Most suburban towns have quite the movie megaplexes--wide, expansive buildings with umpteen screens. Well, New York's megaplexes are not wide...instead they are tall. The first one I went to was one of the movie theaters on 42nd street. Generally it is best to avoid that area because it is crawling with tourists, but the movies houses down there aren't bad...if you happen to like really tall escalators. I don't really, and I had to go up three of them. One time I was going up the really tall escalator and someone shook it. That was not very nice. That movie theater is the favorite of my roommate Angie, and we have seen a few movies there. She generally will only see movies at that place.

I don't have any true movie theater preferences, but I must say that the Magic Johnson movie theatre in Harlem is right there as one of my favorites. Yes, I am referring to that famous basketball player. He does indeed have his own movie theater. There is even a mural of him in the building. I have only been there twice, but it is a treat! The first time I went there I saw Lady in the Water. The film wasn't super, but it was an entertaining experience. I went to the film with a group of kids from the ward. Let me preface by saying that we were not a multicultural group...except for Alejandro who is Puerto Rican by way of Miami. Still, he blends in well with the white folk because he is quite the sartorialist (fashionably inclined). As I mentioned earlier the movie was a bit of a dud...so how was the evening so fun? We were the main event. Let me tell you, a group of thirteen white kids in Harlem creates quite a scene. Cars would slow down as we walked along the sidewalk, people would stare, and kids would scream. OK I made up the last part. The funniest part was after we left the theater when a girl named Starr came up to talk to us. She first asked us where the party was. Then she commended us for hanging out in Harlem. She said that we should come to Harlem more often. We didn't tell her that half the people in our group actually lived in Harlem.

Last weekend I wanted to see the movie Dreamgirls, but I couldn't find anyone to go with me. I vascilated about going, but I really wanted to see if Jennifer Hudson was worthy of all the buzz. (She is so worthy!!) I checked out Fandango, and found that I was too late to make it to the 7:00 hour shows in Lincoln Center or 42nd Street; the next showings were at 11:00. I didn't want to stay out too late, but I was very pleased to see that the Magic Johnson had a showing at 8:20. I wasn't too sure about going there on my own. I could here my mom protesting all the way in Spokane. Which is why I haven't said anything about it...until now. Hi Mom. I called a few people for their opinion, and I was assured that at 8:00 (and 10:00) I should be fine. So after a brief detour to get some candy, I made my way down to Harlem.

The Magic Johnson is two blocks away from the World Famous Apollo Theater. I was afraid that I was a little late so I quickly got my ticket from a kiosk and went up the two escalators. I was the only white girl in the building, and I had a lot of eyes following me. I had to wait in a very long line for a bottle of water, and I missed the beginning of the trailers. I really hate missing the trailers.

The theater was crowded. Although the film has been in theaters for a while, it is still a popular choice in this neighborhood even though Stomp the Yard just opened. (In the refreshment area, most people were going to see that movie.) Luckily for me, a singleton, I was able to get a seat wherever I want...well, within reason. I can't just sit on anyone's lap. At first, I wasn't too sure I would get a seat. I asked one lady if the seats after the claimed ones were empty, and she just stared at me. I used other words, and she still stared. I don't even think she blinked. So I climbed on through to find out on my own. Turns out the seats were empty.

After a series of sadly forgettable previews the movie began, and so did the entertainment. I said earlier that movies at the Magic Johnson were a treat, and that really does not have much to do with the movie, but more with how the audience reacts. The patrons of the Magic J vocalize their sentiments very well. The laughs are louder, the cheers are more heartfelt, and the applause is more boisterous. But the best part is that the audience will at times talk to the screen. Sure, we all do that at home, but there is no holding back at the Magic J. Being at such a theater gives outsiders license to join the revelry. At least I certainly wanted to. However, I wasn't too sure I should laugh along with the crowd at the Martin Luther King joke. I didn't want to cross any lines. But I did clap at the end of each of Jennifer Hudson's songs. She was amazing! As I am sure you have heard from the critics, she outshined her cast. I was very happy that she won her Golden Globe.

I liked the movie, and suggest that you go out in see it in your neighborhood megaplex. I can't tell if you if the movie is just as good in a "normal" theatre. It could very well be that the movie was good because I saw it in Harlem. And Mom, I got home safe and sound.

In Memoriam

I was all gung-ho about completely catching up last week, but the week had other plans. Last Tuesday, November 7, 2006, my grandfather Max Arthur Abston passed away and I quickly flew to Spokane for the funeral. All my life us grandkids always called our grandfather "Papa." The night before the funeral, all eleven grandkids got together to plan the eulogy and make a list of our favorite memories. Even though most of my readers were at the funeral, I would like to share for those of you who did not know Papa.

Papa had a woodshop in his garage and he made all sorts of fun things for kids. He made trucks, trains, slides, play kitchens, Barbie houses--complete with furniture, and the world's largest deck. The deck was huge! Large enough for a handful of little tykes to have Big Wheel races around the perimeter. We often played CHiPs on that deck. (Yes, I am a child of the eighties.)

When I was on my church mission, and when I lived in France, Papa was my most faithful writer. Mostly he wrote about the temperature, mowing lawns, and beans. Beans were his favorite food. But I appreciated every letter; they were always filled with his love. He always showered his grandkids with lots of love. He would always say, "Hello sweet sweet" or "How's my favorite Meredith." (or insert the name of another grandkid.)

It was harder to say good-bye than I thought. He will be missed. The funeral was lovely, and I was very glad to see all my family (except for one brother-in-law, niece, and nephew who were dearly missed). I don't remember when we were last all together. We all got to take turns holding the new babies, we ate lots (which is normal for our gatherings), and remembered our dear Papa. So despite the very sad event, I was glad to be with my family. I didn't take a lot of pictures but I will be posting the ones that I have (or that have been forwarded by relatives) shortly.

The New York Marathon.
My knees cry just thinking about marathons. And my heart cries because it wants to run in one. Heck, at this point, I'd like to run down the street without knee pain.

I didn't see Lance, but I sure was hoping I would. Now I have tied the image to the cycling update.

The Votes Are In!

Actually only two people voted, and I am very proud of one of the votes. Sorry to say Kiki, it wasn't yours...but I am very happy you voted, and you will be rewarded.

The other vote was from the blog "Trust but Verify" (TBV) that writes about the Floyd Landis case. As you can probably imagine, I have it bookmarked and I read it everyday. Since I listed Floyd on my ballot of blog topics, TBV came upon it and voted for Floyd! I feel kind of proud, but also a little embarrassed in case he saw the cycling blog entry when I forgot Pat McQuaid's name and called him Dennis.

Trust But Verify is a great source of Floyd info because he scours all news stories, blogs, and whatnot about Floyd. He will publish the good and the bad, but like me this blog is very pro-Floyd. Look it up! Soon you will know that Floyd is innocent!

I wonder if Floyd scans the blogs and has found mine. In that case I am very embarrassed about my faux pas.

And now for the cycling update. Floyd and his defense team has released their defense to the public. I have read through a portion of the documents, and I firmly believe something fishy is going on at the infamous testing facility. The lab made grave errors, but I don't think they did it because a French cyclist didn't win (again). The French did better this year actually, I thought, though Thomas Voeckler is still not at the form he was in for Lance's 6th win. I think the whole mess is because of the McCarthy-esque witch hunt that the UCI and WADA are obsessed with.

The Italian sports authority (and I am not referring to the sporting goods chain) has decided that there is not enough evidence to convict Ivan Basso, so they have dropped charges (unless the Spanish authorities dig up real evidence). I was very happy. But then a few days later Team CSC and Ivan parted company. Now this is a bit of a conundrum, because CSC was my favorite team because of Ivan. I'll still like the team because of Dave Zabriskie, but I am about to pledge allegience to the team that picks up Ivan. There have been no team announcements yet because the UCI has not yet cleared Ivan. That organization has so conveniently forgotten all of his clean tests. If the anti-doping tests actually work...

Thanks TBV for the vote! Next up, Halloween!

The Garfleck Manse near the church


The Cougars are ready to score


Alicia and yours truly at the football game

I've just been scolded

I have been very lazy in writing about my New York adventures. Well, maybe "lazy" is not the best word. I think "too busy" works a bit better. On Monday I made a point to stay home at night, do laundry and catch up, and I even wrote about a trip to Boston. Somehow while writing I lost my wireless connection and I lost the entire post! So much for my good intentions. Now I get to try again and catch up.

So, where to begin? Maybe I'll just make a list of things and you guys can vote on what you want to read more about. I like this idea. Here's the list:
I went to Boston
I had my first guests to show around
I saw a Broadway play
More delicious restaurants
Halloween
I broke up with dessert
Floyd Landis/Cycling updates

I'll get everything started with my quickie trip to Boston. In September (yes, that long ago) I headed to Beantown. I found out that my cousin Alicia was going to be there to visit friends and go to the BYU/Boston College football game. Now, football is not one of my favorite sports, but I thought it would be fun to see my cousin. When I decided to go, I thought it would be great fun to take a train. Thanks to my time in France I have grown a great love for rail travel, and it is pretty popular here in the East Coast as well. However, it is not cheap. It would have cost about $200 for a trip to Boston which, by the way, is no great distance. Instead, I took the advice of my roommate and took the bus.

There are several bus lines in New York to help the car-less get to places like, Philly, DC, Montreal, and Boston. Buses are a lot less glamorous than the train but it was only $30 round trip--a definite bargain. Let us keep in mind, however, that you get what you pay for. For example, I got four and a half hours with my knees jammed into the seat in front of me.

The most famous of the bus lines are the ones based in Chinatown. In fact, the phrase "Chinatown Bus" describes any of the lines commencing in that neighborhod of NYC. The two lines that go to Boston are the Fung Hua and the Lucky Star. (Yes, I think of the early eighties Madonna song when I mention the Lucky Star.) Both bus lines offer the same features: low price, seats that don't have a lot of leg room, and a brief stop at a Chinese buffet in Connecticut. I decided to go with the Lucky Star, and it was not because wanted to hum Madonna during the trip. The week before my trip one of the Fung Hua buses overturned on the way back from Boston. That helped the decision process. You may be wondering how I enjoyed my meal at the Chinese buffet. Well, truth be told, I didn't eat at the buffet. I generally don't eat at Chinese restaurants that have tator tots next to the fried rice.

My time in Boston was pretty short because most of my trip was spent at the football game or at church. The game was good, as far as football games go. In the end BYU lost, but they lost in double overtime; so it was exciting to the end. To be honest, by the time the second overtime came around I didn't care who won. I should have kept that little secret quiet because a few people questioned my loyalty to my alma mater.

Saturday night after the game Alicia, her friends, and I had dinner in cajun/mexican restaurant in Harvard Yard (Square? I really wasn't there long enough to remember.) I was ready for dinner because we didn't have much to eat throughout the day, and if you know me you will also know that I need to be well-fed in order to avoid a low-blood sugar disaster. Normally when the blood sugar levels dips I start crying. On rare occasions I turn into the spawn of Satan. And that is what reared its ugly head at the restaurant. The restaurant was crowded, and we were lucky to get a table for nine, even though we had a wait a while to get it. Finally it was our turn, and we had to elbow our way through the throng to get to our table. The restaurant has a policy that it will not seat a party until everyone was present. We were all there, but only some of us were better at pushing through the hordes of hungry people. When only four of us made it through, the host asked if we were all there. I said, yes, the rest will be there soon. Then he told us the house rule that everyone had to be there. And then I snapped. Out of nowhere Angry Meredith came out and yelled at him, and said that we were all there but they were having troubles getting through the crowd. Doesn't seem that mean, right? On paper, no, but I must have been vicious because the restaurant manager ended up seating us. I also managed to have the blow-up in front of a group of servers, including the one assigned to our table. He jokingly asked if I was going to yell at him too, and from that point on I was worried that someone was going to spit in my food. I don't know if anyone actually did, and my pulled beef enchilada was delicious. I did apologize to the host on our way out.

Thoae were the memorable highlights of my trip to Boston. Like I said, I didn't have time to see the historic locations in Boston. But I did see Ben Affleck's/Jennifer Garner's house. I'll see the more important stuff on my next trip to Boston.

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