Monday, June 06, 2005
A Narcissistic Post
I have fan club
That's right you guys, this is an ego boosting, narcissistic post and I don't care. It's been a cold winter, a tough year, and this totally made my day.
Mallory and her sister Holly both sent me instant messages one day while sitting next to each at their respective computers. It was a strange and thrilling experience being IMed by two fan sisters simultaneously. They decided that they would be the co-presidents of my fan club. I just thought it would be the two of them, and more a of joke, but last weekend they actually made a page.
Most people would bow their heads in embarrassment or modestly say: "A casual internet fan club? Oh my god, how embarrassing!" But not me, I post it on my blog.
Saturday was my future sister in law's bachelorette party.We started at luck cheng's of course, and I think we ended up dancing at Niagara (though that's where I got a little blurry)
pic thanks to joonbug
and then made our way over to a bar in the meatpacking district.
It was one of those places that was too cool to display the name of the bar, and had like a million people outside looking all polished and pretty. We knew someone doing PR for bar, so we got to walk through the line to the VIP room. I'm sure for all you NYC partiers that kind of thing is no big deal, but I'm all about the 3 dollar beer, dart playing, dive bar kinda night, so I felt sort of cool wearing a VIP bracelet and walking past hoards of tube tops fitted tightly over spray tanned skin.
Go here to read about my friend Carrie's experience at another swanky-type establishment.
Well, I'm officially moved. This morning when I awoke, I was able to flip on my light, check my e-mail, and open my closet door without getting out of bed. Ah, the perks of the 61/2 by 81/2 nyc bedroom.