I’m so excited for this weekend. I’m going to the Jersey Shore to spend some much needed time with my girlfriends. I need to get out of town and I need a good hug (and lots of martinis).
Hope you guys enjoy the holiday weekend!
Archive for May, 2010
Rejection tends to leave your ego a bit bruised. I’ve been feeling a bit low since The Boy and I can’t seem to get myself out of it. My friends have been wonderful, telling me I deserve better, but it’s just words lost on deaf ears if I don’t believe it myself. I saw this poster online and thought, this is how I should be feeling everyday.
So May is the much mentioned “Birthday Month” but last week was “Birthday Week” in serious effect. I went to dinner at The Mark on Tuesday. Wednesday, I met up with Miss Brit for a sushi dinner on St. Mark’s. I’ve missed her so much and we got all caught up over sushi and sake. We then went to meet her friends at a pub where Brit didn’t even remember she had her 22nd birthday. The bar was a dingy little pub where I asked Brit if she noticed that everyone in there was extremely unattractive. I am always skeptical of a bar full of uglies, I joked. It turned out to be a hilariously random night (most nights with her are) that ended with us pigging out on artichoke pizza. My stomach felt like it had a bowling ball in it the following morning.
Thursday, another great friend of mine took me out to dinner at Campaniolas in the Upper East. My friend Tanya, who was my best friend in kindergarten, also came. Dinner was absolutely fantastic. We had antipasto, steak, shrimp, and of course lots of wine and champagne. At the end of dinner the waiter brought out a huge plate filled with various cakes and desserts with a candle in the middle. I was absolutely touched, I really couldn’t have asked for more, as the entire staff and restaurant sang Happy Birthday to me. I was smiling from ear to ear feeling like the most special girl in the world. That is, until I went to the bathroom shortly after and realized I had a HUGE basil leaf covering an entire tooth. An entire tooth!!! I was absolutely mortified! All those people staring and smiling at me. I thought they were thinking how fabulous I am. They were probably just laughing at my huge blackened tooth! I could’ve let it ruin my night (did I mention how mortified I was?) but I figured they must know that I just ate a delicious feast and that I don’t always have a huge basil leaf stuck on my tooth. We drank lots and lots more after dinner and a nice gentleman got me a cab and paid my fare to make sure I got home safely. I must say not enough men my age do this and that’s a shame. It really makes a girl feel like a lady. I felt so absolutely wonderful that night. I remember thinking during dinner that this is just what I needed. I was surrounded by people who cared about me and wanted to do something special for me, unlike The Boy who (at the end) kept reminding me of the things he couldn’t give me. I thought, screw him! I deserve more!
My mood quickly changed Friday afternoon. Perhaps it was the post binge depression mixed with being left alone to my thoughts but I couldn’t stop thinking about The Boy. I moped around on the couch the entire day wondering why I’m so unlovable. Then Little One made my night by calling me to say she was going to take me to dinner and drinks. I just didn’t want to be alone, moping over a Boy who didn’t appreciate me.
Saturday was my actual birthday (it’s hard to keep track with how many celebrations I had). I again woke up feeling incredibly sad. I took “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” to another level. My mom called and I just wanted to burst into tears because I missed her so much. I was touched by all of the phone calls and messages but I just couldn’t pull myself of out my birthday blues. I’m not sure what it was. I get it every year. Anyway, I bought a pretty off-whitish dress and cute heels to help cheer me up for the night. I went for an amazing tapas dinner with some of my girlfriends and then a night of dancing until we literally all fell in a heap from exhaustion. My friends are more than I could ever ask for.
(dessert was french toast with cream cheese filling- YUMMMMS!)
The birthday did not end there. I woke up the following morning and my legs were seriously throbbing from dancing in heels all night. I was throwing a birthday BBQ at 3PM and had not done one thing to prepare. Didn’t bake the cupcakes, purchase food and alcohol, or clean. I was so tired I wanted to call everyone and tell them it’s been cancelled. But Bionic Woman came over and lent a hand and the BBQ was a lovely low key shindig. It was slightly chilly at times but I was so happy it didn’t rain like I had feared (and cried all week over).
I can honestly say I am extremely birthdayed out! I had such a good time and am touched by all of my friends and now I need to name June “Birthday Recovery Month.”
I also want to thank everyone for making me feel so special, for taking me out, and for all of the cards and gifts. Bionic Woman got me an awesome shirt and a touching card, Little One made some yummy banana cupcakes with peanut butter frosting, and Elfin brought me Hello Kitty balloons (I’m such a child). My brother, the most thoughtful gift giver ever sent me this beautiful red leather journal with my initials monogrammed on it along with a lovely card that brought tears to my eyes.
THANK YOU!!!!!
I was watching Oprah today (I’m unemployed, I watch a LOT of Oprah) and Julia Roberts was on the show talking about Eat, Pray, Love, the movie, that’s coming out in August. I’m so excited to see this movie. I remember when I read the book I was in a toxic relationship quite similar to the one the author, Liz Gilbert, was in with David. I remember crying and crying after I reading that she finally walked away from that relationship because I knew I had to do the same with mine. This book really hit a spot with me because it speaks to everyone who’s ever been through a heart break, given up on love, or forgotten who they were.
So on the show, Oprah asks each of the cast members where is their Eat, Pray, and Love place. James Franco who plays David answered California for all 3 because his favorite sandwich shop is there, his family who are his prayers, and his girlfriend. While watching the show I wondered what was my Eat, Pray, Love?
I thought definitely my favorite food in the world is Thai Food and there’s nothing better than street food in Bangkok. There’s too many dishes to pick from but a childhood favorite that I can rarely find in the states is Kao Mun Gai, chicken rice. And I have some strange addiction to eggs in every form. The other day I have half a dozen (in one day!). Gotta get my cholesterol checked for sure.
I do almost all of my praying when I am in Thailand as well. I don’t know many temples here in NYC and I feel out of touch with the religion because I don’t really know many other Buddhists. Because the country is majority Buddhist I feel much more in touch with my religion and have much more access to temples when I am in Thailand.
For some reason, I tend to fall in “love” every time I am back in Thailand. Perhaps it’s the romantic beaches, or the gorgeous foreign men, or the fact that I let my guard down when I’m on holiday but I always leave there with fond memories of a tan, shirtless man sipping mango shakes with me on the beach. Mmm. Also, when I eventually meet someone, Thailand is where I’d like to get married.
So, like James Franco, my Eat, Pray, Love can all be found in the same place. Perhaps I should be booking a ticket back?
What and where is your Eat, Pray, Love?
It’s my birthday today! I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to blog. Running out to a tapas dinner and drinks with my girlfriends. Will post updates after the weekend! xoxoxo