Last Halloween I was a girl nerd. I sported mechanical pencils, a monobrow, and most importantly, a pair of glasses held together with a band-aid. The important thing here is that the glasses weren't actually held together with a band-aid. It was all illusion. Here:
Another important thing to remember is that I generally don't smile or stand like that. It was all in the service of illusion. Also, I used like a quart of olive oil in my hair for grease effect.
Anyway, a few days ago I was taking off my giant puffy coat (see below) and my glasses slid off my head onto the floor. I wasn't particularly concerned, as that happens every day, but this time, before I finished taking off my coat, I noticed Ted staring in horror at my glasses. They had snapped completely in two, right at the bridge.
There was nothing I could do except get out the band-aids.
The only fistfight I have ever been in was in sixth grade at the bus stop. It was with a boy, my next door neighbor Zdenek, who with his sister Sylvia, were the best friends of me and my brother.
I don't even know what instigated this particular argument, and it doesn't really matter, because in sixth grade, fighting with boys isn't about who said what to who, it's about sex. Zdenek and I were madly in love with each other, but who's gonna admit that at the age of eleven?
Anyway, it was bitter cold out and we were each wearing huge, puffy jackets, as was the style at the time. Mine was baby blue, to match my Reebok high tops.
The upshot is, even though we were both swinging our hardest, our punches landed on the downy, pillowy softness of our winter outerwear, rendering our pre-adolescent lust and rage completely adorable. It wasn't like punching the daylights out of the boy you pretended to hate, it was like hugging kittens! Soft, adorable, infuriating kittens.
This is all to say that since then, I have neither tried to take a swing at Zdenek nor owned a puffy coat. Until now. And that last statement refers to the coat.
I bought the longest, fluffiest, deep-freeziest down coat in town, and it is like rolling around in bed wherever I go. It is truly like walking around wrapped in a comforter. Here's me in my new coat:
Bring it, Zdenko!
My best little buddy Goil is a contestant on Bravo's new series Top Design. He's the one described as a spicy Thai chili pepper. He wears the crazy glasses.
Last night Ted and I went down to Williamsburg to view the premiere at a crowded bar with Goil, Tommy and like two hundred other fellow fans. I have complete faith that you just don't get better than Goil, but my heart was in my throat watching the elimination portion of the show. Not only was Goil not eliminated (natch) but he won the top design for the episode! He's the best best best one, but if you know Goil at all, you knew that already.
'Tis the season for allowing unabashed (and perhaps misplaced?) enthusiasm to compel you to spend twelve hours over two days with five other holiday-crazed friends replicating a doomed icon of modern architecture using only sugar, lemons, cocoa, gingerbread, food coloring, tin foil and licorice whips.
That's right! Kyle, Sabrina, Andy, Laura, Ted and I made a gingerbread Coliseum (New Haven's, not Rome's) and it totally paid off, you know, as far as can be said. We made the paper! (Scroll down and it's in the blue bar to the left.)
For all the photos click here.
Now that we're famous, we'll be spending Christmas at the Riviera. Oh, and we probably won't recognize you.
