Thursday, September 30, 2010

These boots were made for walking

I recently purchased these fantastigorical new boots from Steve Madden.
For $100.
I'm telling you this because fellow blogger-to-the-stars, Daily Ann-tidote, posted this morning about an adorable Anthropologie inspired Look For Less.
So I thought I'd share. Remember: sharing is caring.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Dearest Blogland,

I just got home from drinks with my admirer (one of many, obvi).

Just checking in to let you know that I'm alive and well. I had a nice time chilling with my 6'3" date, albeit, there were no sparks. Yes, I asked his height.

Also no kidnapping or murder to report. This admirer is seemingly not a stalker, nor is he dangerous yet.

Nite nite Sprite. Sweet dreams.

Uptown Girl

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Train Traffic Ahead

Sitting on an Amtrak train (as I head home from a few days away from my Upper Eastside pied-et-teir), I am doing a lot of thinking. More thinking than sleeping unfortunately.

Thinking: My train was delayed and this is unacceptable.

Thinking: I hope I can make it back to NYC without using the train restroom a second time. If not, I may cry.

Thinking: I hope I made the right move in calling the Tall Indian Guy and agreeing to a coffee date.
As Katy pointed out in her comment, I've now confirmed my address to a possible serial killer. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, right?

Thinking: Some dude walking thru the train has his hat on sideways. He looks like he walked into a wall. No offense to any of you who can't place a hat on straight...

Thinking: I have a first date tonight - no one you know, and he has never left any notes to tip me off to creepsterville.
What will I wear? I'm so lucky to have Liza, my very own Upper Eastside wardrobe consultant. Live-in.

Thinking: Lovey - Bestie and Roomie - went apple picking while I was out of town. I love apples! I'm so looking forward to going home to my roommates, apples, dvr, and my bed... oh how I've missed the amenities of the UES while at my work conference.

Thinking: I'm so glad I extended my trip to spend some quality time with the fam. I got to see my brother and sister-in-law in Virginia, and the 4 cutest kids in the world. I gave my nephew a free hotel pen and he said, "oh my goodness, this is my first very own pen Aunt UG!" I'm pretty sure he will remember that moment for years to come... Who can forget their first very own pen?

And now my mind is empty. I can now think only of the train bathroom. With dread. Tears in my eyes and dread in my heart.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

not so secret admirer

Have you ever had a secret admirer? Let me tell you what it's like.
Except for the part that my secret admirer is not a secret. But oh well, it's kind of like the same thing.

When I woke up this morning, on my day off, there was an envelope stuck under the front door. Inside was a folded up note that reads:

Subj: "Unorthodox"

To: The Brunette, who has a roundish cute face, who I think lives here

From: Tall Indian guy who has seen you in the building and in the elevator occasionally. Unfortunately, you're never alone - so I couldn't introduce myself.

If you'd like to grab coffee or a drink sometime - please call or text.

-Tall Indian guy (212-Admirer)
[Name and phone number changed to protect my admirer]

And there you have it folks.

Confusingly enough, there are two brunettes in my apartment. I mean, Liza is a Blondie, so we can safely rule her out (barring red-green color blindness). But, hi, Lovey is a "brunette who has a roundish cute face". Super cute in fact.

However, Lovey has no frame of reference for a "Tall Indian guy" in the building. And I think I know exactly who it is. I often see a "Tall Indian guy" in the elevator. And he's pretty good looking.

My roomies thought this was a very romantic gesture, while my immediate reaction is stalker. A romantic stalker, if you will. How does he know where I live? Did he follow me? Did he leave the same note under every door in the hallway?

I looked through the peep-hole and there was no stalker standing by, and this is just one note. So instead of jumping to extremes, I'm going to officially dub this "Tall Indian guy" an admirer rather than jump to stalker. For now.

Now then. What is your initial reaction? I'm def gonna ask my guy-friends for their reactions. Future-Brother-in-Law, what do you think? Tell me everything.

I'm considering calling the number and going for coffee. What would you do? Any advice for this Uptown Girl?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

How did this happen??

I'll be turning 30 soon. In 3 months actually (allegedly).
I've been dreading this for so many many years and yet it feels as though something has crept up on me overnight.

Bizarro Station.

The fact is: I think I'm ready. Ready to take on the world. That's what 30 year olds do right?

Monday, September 13, 2010

Blading Beauty

This is what I did on Saturday...
Do I resemble Rollerblading Barbie?
Or does she resemble me?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Gotta go to Mo's

Here I am.
Yes, contrary to popular belief, I am still alive and kicking.
Busy, suffering from writer's block, not reading any blogs, distracted, distract-able, and kicking.

I may or may not have neglected to write because I know a certain someone sometimes reads my blog. And I started feeling a bit self-conscious about sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings over the internet when I knew he might read it. Is that cryptic enough?

Good. Moving on.

The most interesting news I have to report is this: I bought some rollerblades today! And wrist/elbow/knee pads. At Modell's. Gotta go to Mo's.
I also got some sweet tips from the adorable sales-dude. I'm hoping to avoid serious injury via the sales-dude tips, wrist pads, and blading on flat ground for the time being. We'll see.

Maybe next I'll join roller-derby. Most def. Do I have to wear a helmet for that?