The Inner Crazy Strikes Again

I've been really frustrated lately. Frustrated with work, and my assistant, and the BF, and life in general. The thing is, I have a tendency to hold things in until they boil over and The Inner Crazy comes out.

The BF and I are planning on taking a vacation in January, like we did last year. Last year we went to Costa Rica. The BF seems to think that travelling anywhere in the world is like going to Europe - you can just buy a plane ticket and go there and you'll find a place to stay and a way to get around. No problem.

When we went to Costa Rica last year I explained to him that we needed to find places to stay ahead of time and book our domestic flights so we could get from one part of the country to the other. Of course, I did all of the planning and got everything situated so we wouldn't be staying in sleazy hotels with no hot water, waking up with bugs on our faces.

This year we were between Thailand and Belize. I researched both thoroughly - what parts we would go to, what we would do, how we would get from place to place, what types of places we would stay in - so that I could get a good idea of the cost of each. We finally decided on Belize since it is going to be cheaper.

The BF insists we have to go scuba diving, which would be great, but I'm not certified. I would love to go, it's just gonna be tough. Last night we got in a stupid fight about the whole thing. He just doesn't seem to realize that it's going to be kind of difficult for me to get all of that taken care of before we leave, and the cost of it all on top of our trip. And I really don't want to waste any of my vacation trying to get certified. We both got really pissy and sarcastic with each other and sat on opposite ends of the couch for the rest of the night.

That's when The Inner Crazy came out. I started thinking about how he hasn't done any of the planning for this thing, just like last year. He assumes things that he knows nothing about because he hasn't been looking into all of this stuff. He acts like I don't know what I'm talking about, when I'm the one who's read the Lonely Planet guide and been researching this stuff online for weeks. Those thoughts immediately gave way to thoughts about how he doesn't appreciate me, he doesn't care about me, he'd rather be with someone else, he puts up walls, blah, blah, blah.

How does The Inner Crazy always seem to do this? It brings all these other things up that I didn't know I was feeling. Fuck The Inner Crazy.

Coconut Hungry....Want Wingy

I left my lunch money at home. I fee like I'm in elementary school, but at least back then the teacher would loan you money. I feel bad asking anyone to loan me some because yesterday I asked everyone around me for a quarter until I had enough to get a soda.

It seems like we have a part every Friday around here, WHY is it the one day we have nothing planned that I leave my wallet at home. I'm so hungry I'm shaking. Assistant is off today and I found a bag of Chex Mix in her desk and ate it at 12:00. Two more hours and I can go home and eat to my heart's content.

The reason I don't have my wallet with me is because I forgot to transfer it from my purse to my tote bag this morning. The reason it was in my purse, and not in my tote bag, is because I went out with my friend Steph last night.

CK was working a promo for a new brand of absinthe and had to dress up like a green fairy. Steph and I went to laugh at her. And to be supportive, of course. And to laugh.

When we got to the bar we were the only customers there. CK and the girl she was working with were chatting with the bar tender. We sat down and joined in the conversation, and took a shot of absinthe. It was pretty gross.

The bartender/owner was a really cool guy and the bar was really nice. It was in an "up-and-coming neighborhood" and had only been open for three months. The owner gave us invitations to his birthday party next weekend and his card. The card described the bar as a "martini bar with a Latin twist." When one of the employees showed up, who happened to be Mexican, Steph asked if he was the "Latin twist."

The bartender kept trying to make us cocktails with the absinthe, none of which turned out any good. One was mixed with something citrusy and was awful. The next was mixed with Bailey's and chocolate and was so strong a tiny sip made my chest burn.

Eventually more people came and after a few apple pie shots Steph and I headed home.

Probably not a good idea to drink and then not eat the next day.

Back From New York

Shit has hit the fan at work. It is so crazy right now, and not just with the usual stuff. My first job has taught me a lot about working for the man - who to sleep with, how to get ahead, etc. My principles are strong enough that I would never fall into a trap like that, but I guess it's all part of the experience working in corporate America.

Since it would be a very bad idea for me to go further into that topic, I'll tell you about my latest trip to New York.

Last week was my third trip to New York since my boss got promoted, and it looks like it's going to go like this for some time. I don't mind going every other month, it's the once a month that gets to be a lot. Basically, when I'm there I go to appointments all day and then people who are trying to impress me take out to eat at fancy places. It can be stressful, but at the end of the day, it's pretty fun.

Monday night I ate at Atlantic Grill on the upper east side. It was really good, great spice tuna rolls. Didn't stay out too late Monday night, but I couldn't wait until Tuesday, Election Day!

Tuesday night I went to the Strip House with a few other girls. Me and one of the girls were Obama fans, the other three people at the table voted for McCain. We had a really good time eating, drinking, and debating while we checked the iPhone every half hour to get the results. After, one of the girls and I went to meet my old boss at Philippe for a drink. While we were there Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, and Wesley Snipes all came in at separate times. The Charlotte Bobcats were playing the Knicks the next night, and half of the team was there, as well. I finally made it back to my hotel to watch the election results just as they were announcing Obama's win. Hundreds of people poured into Times Square to watch on the big screen. Cars were driving around honking their horns like someone had just won a championship. It was unbelievable. Words can't even describe how I felt.

Wednesday night I went to the Knicks game. We had third row seats and guess who sits  down two rows in front of me? Michael Jordan! I got to see him two nights in a row! I got some pretty good pictures of the side of his head. Michael Rapaport was also pretty close by, and at half time Chris Rock came over to talk to Michael, so I got a picture of him too. I felt really shameless taking pictures of those guys, but everyone else was, so it couldn't be too bad. I had a lot more fun looking for celebs than watching the game, but every time the vendor I was with would get excited I had to pretend I knew what was going on. Spike Lee was there, too, of course, but he was at the opposite end so I couldn't get a picture of him.

Thursday I had to come back, but I had a really good time there. It was really nice to get out of the office.

I'm trying to catch up on all of your blogs! I feel so out of the loop!