Archive for February, 2008

Sometimes New Yorkers Can Surprise You

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

What a terrible morning here in the city. First, the rain is pouring down and after the snow yesterday everyone and everything is just disgusting. Second, have you ever walked on the sidewalk in NYC with an umbrella? It’s a battle for space on the NICE days here, add umbrellas and it’s torture. Everyone gets poked, smacked and ultimately wet here.

Adding another bowling pin to the morning umbrella juggle is the morning cup of coffee. No one carries just an umbrella. Not men or women. So you’ve got some sort of bag, the umbrella and you’re all bundled up like a snowman because the weather changes every 5 minutes. Now you’re going to balance a cup of coffee on your nose while you walk to your office. This morning I didn’t get that far.

I walked into Au Bon Pain, my morning coffee stop (I stopped going to D&D because the idiots behind the counter consistently got my coffee WRONG and won’t let me make it myself…but that’s another post). The first thing that pissed me off was that they were out of large cups for the second day in a row. Muttering to myself, I picked up a medium and went to fill up. Of course, the first giant pot I went to was empty (you can’t see through them, I had no way of knowing), so I grumbled some more and moved to the next. Now it’s time to put in my milk and Equal – and everyone in NYC needed to do the same thing at the very same time and ALL of us have our hands full already. So I put my cup down, reach to get the Equal, get bumped by the person racing to grab a cup and spill my coffee ALL OVER the guy standing next to me. Uh oh. I quickly and repeatedly apologize and motion to get napkins. He looks shocked and says “No, that’s OK,” as he swipes coffee from his coat. Luckily he was wearing a rain coat because I really DRENCHED the guy. I apologized again and he said “No problem.” I was very relieved and thankful that he was so cool about the accident.

See, that could have gone a VERY different way. I’ve not only witnessed ridiculous rage from New Yorkers, but I’ve been a part of it too. This guy, however, was really cool…which was awesome and a bit surprising.

I’m still not going to Au Bon Pain anymore. At least not until they come up with a better system for their coffee station. I left without coffee this morning and rediscovered the pretty kick ass coffee machine we’ve got IN our office. I’m gonna save my $2 per day, thank you very much.

And Au Bon Pain, get your shit together. The coffee station is always a mess, and I’d bet money I’m not the only one who spilled coffee today. If only D&D paid attention or Starbucks didn’t cost more than the average mortgage. There’s something refreshing (and safe) to having your coffee made for you.

In other relgious news…

Friday, February 8th, 2008

Scientologists* get special tax breaks? I linked to this NY Sun story from Fark.com (yes, both very reputable sources):

http://www.nysun.com/article/70957

So, the government goes after Scientology in the ’80s for being a big, giant FRAUD and somehow in the settlement the cult winds up getting special tax breaks? WTF?! Seems sketchy to me.

Note to self: must research creepy and stupid cult further and figure out WHY people give millions of their dollars away to join.

*I enjoy that spellcheck doesn’t pick this up as an actual word. Take that Scientology!

I am a bad Catholic

Friday, February 8th, 2008

I just had an IM conversation with a friend that went something like this:

Her: What to eat for lunch today? Can’t have meat.
Me: Hm, that sounds like it has some sort of significance. Is there a religious reason involved?
Her: Lent!
Me: AW CRAP!!

I already ate meat today. *sigh* I do this every year! I was even considering giving something up this year, though I hadn’t decided on what. This is one of the reasons I’m a terrible Catholic. I don’t even know when our important events take place! Other than Christmas of course…because no one in America can hide from that. It’s not like Ground hog’s Day where you can totally forget that there’s some sort observed tradition going on.

And here’s one more reason I’m a bad Catholic. After thinking “Aw crap,” I immediately thought “I’m off the hook!! Too late now…already screwed up! If I can’t sacrifice anything for the full 40 days, I can’t do it at all.” If I were a GOOD person, I’d just start late. But, alas, I’m not a good person. :)

Selfish 101

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

I recently found out that someone I had considered a friend for years, holds the title of The Most Selfish Person in the World. I’m sure for some this is a distinguished title that garners awe from spectators and comes with many accolades, but I am not a fan. And let me assure you – she earned the title in a grand fashion.

In December of 2006 this friend accepted her boyfriend’s proposal of marriage and became engaged. I’m not exactly sure what chemical reactions happen in the brains of some women to make them absolutely insane and self centered the moment a diamond ring is offered to them and put on their finger, but it happens and it hit her hard.

She called the next day to tell me the happy news, and ask me to be in her wedding. I was happy for her and accepted. Mistake #1 and the beginning of the end of our friendship.

Now I know that through the entire engagement period (and wedding) many brides think of it as “their day” and they will do whatever they damn well please without taking anyone else’s feelings into account. Hell, there’s an entire television show dedicated to the phenomena (Bridezillas). That doesn’t, however, make it acceptable. Not one bit. Because while it may be your day…it’s his day too. And, ultimately, you’re throwing a party. That means you’re the host! And as the host, you also have a responsibility to think of your guests. After all, they’re there to celebrate the happy occasion and usually give you gifts. Think about showing THEM a good time. It’s actually NOT all about you. You may be the star, but without them, you’ve got no show.

The entire process lasted a little over one year, and ended mid-January. Throughout this nightmare (yeah, I said it), I took mental notes about what not to do should I walk down the aisle one day. Here are the highlights:

1. If you decide to ask your friends to stand up for you and be your bridesmaids, remember that they are your friends and not just people you want to call and suck up to you every day.

1 a. Limit it to one Maid of Honor, because really, two is unnecessary.

1 b. Do not explain that you chose two Maids of Honor because you took their time constraints and finances into mind, implying that one would provide the funds while the other had the time to help with planning. Neither will be pleased.

1 c. Try to have at least ONE bridesmaid within a 50 mile radius.

1 d. If you don’t want their opinion just say so. Conversely, if you want your bridesmaid’s help, say so. Don’t refuse help and then try to put a guilt trip on them when asking for an absurd and outlandish request (like delivering a $1,000 groom’s cake from Baltimore to Middle-of-Nowhere VA).

1 e. Don’t ask for absurd and outlandish requests.

1 f. A $1,000 groom’s cake?! WTF?! DO NOT do that.

1 g. A $1,000 cake of any kind! WTF?! DO NOT do that.

1 h. Wonder aloud why your fiancee can’t scrape up ONE member of a bridal party. If he’s got zero friends in life, you may want to find out why.

2. Pick whichever date you choose, but if it’s in the winter DO NOT hold your reception in a tent.

2 a. If it’s not in the winter, and you decided to have a tent, get a floor.

2 b. If it’s in the winter and the only non-hideous dresses you’ve chosen for your bridesmaids are sleeveless, DO NOT make them stand outside in snow flurries for pictures. They can not be held responsible if they do not look happy.

2 c. If you hold your reception in a tent, don’t tell your guests it will be held in a historic plantation home only to have them walk through the home to go to the tent in the back yard (only to walk back to the home to use the bathroom).

2 d. If you hold your reception in a tent, decorate the damn thing.

3. DO NOT make each and every one of your guests travel over 2 hours to attend your event.

3 a. DO NOT ask all of your bridal party to travel over 7 hours one way.

3 b. Do not make your bridal party find rides from the ceremony back to the reception because you and your new husband took the limo. You should REALLY not do this if your bridal party traveled over 7 hours to get there. Stop making them think about travel.

4. If your bridal party has to pay for the room they’re staying in, make sure you CLEARLY tell them that before check out time.

4 a. DO NOT ask your Maids of Honor if they’d like to share a room, especially when one has a boyfriend.

4 b. DO NOT ask your Maids of Honor if they’d like to share a room with one king size bed just because it opens up an extra room in the main house.

4 c. Invite your Maids of Honor with a GUEST, especially if one has a boyfriend and you’re asking both to travel over 7 hours one way to attend your “event.” DO NOT make them ask if they can bring their guest.

5. Do not repeatedly ask your guests to tell you how special you are. Clearly you’re special to them. They not only showed up to your event, but traveled a distance to do so.

5 a. Do not repeatedly “open up the floor” during your rehearsal dinner to anyone who “wants to say a few words” about you.

6. Get a caterer whose food makes you (and your guests) want second helpings. Do not get a caterer who doesn’t know how to make prime rib, manages to find the fattiest meat in the South and whose other specialty is fried chicken.

6 a. Do not have fried chicken as one of the two entrees at your wedding. It’s tacky and your guests should have food they couldn’t pick up at a fast food place on the way to the reception.

6 b. Carrot cake is too specific a flavor for a wedding cake. Not everyone shares your love of cream cheese frosting.

7. HAVE A FULL OPEN BAR!

8. Do not attend the after party. It’s your wedding night. If you do not have better things to do and you’re not considering leaving the reception just a bit early to do them, maybe you should reevaluate things.

9. Be kind to your family. Your parents want to see you happy and you should think about treating with love, kindness and respect.

10. Do not make your guests sit through and pay attention to a 30 minute slide show about you and your fiancee.

11. Pick a DJ or a band who owns more music than 3 ’90s compilation Cd’s.

12. Allow your GUESTS to dance for more than 1 hour of a 4 hour event. “Special” dances are nice, but let everyone have some fun.

12 a. If you own a custom built house, a corvette and a boat…do NOT have a money/dollar dance. And do not ask your DJ to say “$1, $5…whatever you can put in to dance with the bride or groom.”

12 b. Eh, do not have a dollar dance. You may not WANT to dance with everyone at your wedding.

12 c. Be sure that you and your fiancee sit the DJ down and give him an acceptable list of music to play. Also be sure to tell him which artists/songs are BANNED from the reception (e.g. The Electric Slide, The Hokey Poky, Meatloaf, Abba).

13. If your Maid of Honor is allergic to the fabric of her bridesmaid dress and is uncomfortable, let her leave the reception in peace. Do not ask her to change into jeans and come back.

14. Do not send out a 5 page itinerary that you expect everyone to follow the entire “wedding weekend.”

14 a. Do not do EVERYTHING yourself for your wedding. Have some of your vendors do the work. There is no reason your bridesmaids should be cutting the stems off of your flowers.

15. Lastly if your Maid of Honor suggests (TWICE) that she should not be in your wedding party, she should NOT be in your wedding party. Let her out of the commitment and stop being so damn selfish.

At this point you may wonder how I became friends with someone like this. The answer is simply, she wasn’t always this way.  She had a spoiled streak, yes. But when we first met she was kind and even a little selfless. We were never best friends (contrary to her belief), but we were friends. Now? Well, I think now is a different story.