As any of you who live on the Northeast coast know, an unwelcomed tourist came through last weekend causing more panic and preparation than any actual damage. While I wasn't in New York City, because I'm still living the high life in the Vineyard ;), many of my friends were updating me about the different businesses being closed, grocery stores being ransacked, and MTA's decision to shut down the subways.
Irene. For a bitch caused such a whoop-to-do about your arrival you sure didn't follow through (thank goodness).
Luckily, here in Mass. we only had a day of CRAZY winds and funny colored skies. And luckily we survived without electricity. A house of 10 people without properly flushing toilets can get real sketchy real fast but we had already made preparations and were ready for some smelly times- we had jugs of water, filled bathtubs to assist the toilet flushing, lots of Nutella, and several cases of beer and a jug of tequila.
Yes, I'll admit I was the only one drunk at 2pm while eating French Toast- but the fact that we were able to have a whole day that condoned napping as much as possible and only taking breaks to eat.
Thankfully we made it through without any damage, and as far as I have heard NYC was fairly unscathed as well (minus the financial district).
Thanks for the visit Irene. (AND MY NEXT POST WILL ACTUALLY BE FROM NYC!)
-The C-Lister
P.S. Stay tuned for Apartment hunting follies...
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Not in New York...for a bit
Ladies and Gents,
I have the amazing opportunity to live in Martha's Vineyard for the month of August. And let me tell you...this is no C-List experience. So far I've been to the beach everyday (It's supposed to rain today so tonight might be midnight skinny dipping) and eaten a lot of local food and layed out in the sun while reading far more than I have all summer. And it's only been a week.
I'll keep ya'll posted on this crazy place in the middle of the Atlantic...but in the meantime find something to occupy your last summer days in the City that DOESN'T SLEEP. (I'm also doing a lot of that here, thank goodness.)
.cem.
I have the amazing opportunity to live in Martha's Vineyard for the month of August. And let me tell you...this is no C-List experience. So far I've been to the beach everyday (It's supposed to rain today so tonight might be midnight skinny dipping) and eaten a lot of local food and layed out in the sun while reading far more than I have all summer. And it's only been a week.
I'll keep ya'll posted on this crazy place in the middle of the Atlantic...but in the meantime find something to occupy your last summer days in the City that DOESN'T SLEEP. (I'm also doing a lot of that here, thank goodness.)
.cem.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
HAPPY AMERICA DAY!
So,
There was a lot to celebrate yesterday (besides that crazy thing that got signed 235 years ago). New York recently legalized gay marriage...!!!!!!!!!! My roommate just found out he will be living In The Heights starting in October (so excited for him)!!! And...I am going to visit the good 'ole South at the end of this month!
Okay...so not really all that New York related. But all pretty exciting nonetheless. I continued my C-Lister tradition of viewing the fireworks from a roof in Williamsburg...I don't really know why anyone would WANT to be right next to the where the fireworks are being shot off. It seems like it would be a bit loud and crowded. And missing the whole fun part that is supposed to be a part of any July 4th celebration.
All in all...it was a great show, great friends, and I'm so glad I finally found a place that sells Blueberry Beer (Food Emporium if you are wondering).
That's all for now fellow C-Listers...now go tell someone to "f*** off" while it's still beautiful out.
-C
There was a lot to celebrate yesterday (besides that crazy thing that got signed 235 years ago). New York recently legalized gay marriage...!!!!!!!!!! My roommate just found out he will be living In The Heights starting in October (so excited for him)!!! And...I am going to visit the good 'ole South at the end of this month!
Okay...so not really all that New York related. But all pretty exciting nonetheless. I continued my C-Lister tradition of viewing the fireworks from a roof in Williamsburg...I don't really know why anyone would WANT to be right next to the where the fireworks are being shot off. It seems like it would be a bit loud and crowded. And missing the whole fun part that is supposed to be a part of any July 4th celebration.
All in all...it was a great show, great friends, and I'm so glad I finally found a place that sells Blueberry Beer (Food Emporium if you are wondering).
That's all for now fellow C-Listers...now go tell someone to "f*** off" while it's still beautiful out.
-C
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Weekend-Get-Away
This past weekend the C-List went A-List...that's right ladies and gentlemen. I was in the Hampton's.
So I'm pretty sure I have discussed the importance of ALWAYS SAYING YES in this city (unless it will cause you bodily harm or emotional distress) but because I said yes several months ago to a little job offer from the friend of a friend, I was able to enjoy a paid vacation in one of the most expensive area codes in NY.
Yes. I did have to perform. On a stage.
No. I wasn't stripping.
And yes...I did find that the best part of the whole trip wasn't the Hampton's beaches or the cute shops and expensive restaurants. It was getting to be a part of a family for a little bit. While I did have my own little apartment for the entire stay, I was so graciously taken care of by the family of my boss (well...she was my boss for the weekend) and it was so nice to get to peek into how their family works/lives/co-exists/loves together.
It was really amazing and...I gotta say (for once) I'm pretty lucky I live in this big grey city. Otherwise it wouldn't feel so amazing to get out. :)
So I'm pretty sure I have discussed the importance of ALWAYS SAYING YES in this city (unless it will cause you bodily harm or emotional distress) but because I said yes several months ago to a little job offer from the friend of a friend, I was able to enjoy a paid vacation in one of the most expensive area codes in NY.
Yes. I did have to perform. On a stage.
No. I wasn't stripping.
And yes...I did find that the best part of the whole trip wasn't the Hampton's beaches or the cute shops and expensive restaurants. It was getting to be a part of a family for a little bit. While I did have my own little apartment for the entire stay, I was so graciously taken care of by the family of my boss (well...she was my boss for the weekend) and it was so nice to get to peek into how their family works/lives/co-exists/loves together.
It was really amazing and...I gotta say (for once) I'm pretty lucky I live in this big grey city. Otherwise it wouldn't feel so amazing to get out. :)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
April showers bring...
Okay so I thought the point of having an ugly/shitty/awful April was to be able to run around naked in the beautiful weather through out May. No? Did I not get the "Spring isn't coming this year" memo?
Advice time- when in doubt say yes.
For example: when your boss asks if you are coming out with him to drink at a friend's loft SAY YES.
I have never been so inspired as watching all of these legends drink and laugh and just be who they are around each other. Seeing these dancers in their 40s,50s,60s still making fun of each other. still tangoing drunkenly in the living room with each other. still talking about performing and making art and what is happening with the arts now in our society...all I could do was sit and watch and laugh.
I learned a lot that night. And I'm so eager to find myself in more places with people I can learn from. I feel like I've been teaching too much for too long...having to take the lead and make everything happen because everyone else is too afraid.
Alright...Starfucks is freezing so I can't keep typing here...but...stay tuned for more fun living on the C-List (much is happening soon!)
Oh...and the end of this posts' title is "more rain."
Advice time- when in doubt say yes.
For example: when your boss asks if you are coming out with him to drink at a friend's loft SAY YES.
I have never been so inspired as watching all of these legends drink and laugh and just be who they are around each other. Seeing these dancers in their 40s,50s,60s still making fun of each other. still tangoing drunkenly in the living room with each other. still talking about performing and making art and what is happening with the arts now in our society...all I could do was sit and watch and laugh.
I learned a lot that night. And I'm so eager to find myself in more places with people I can learn from. I feel like I've been teaching too much for too long...having to take the lead and make everything happen because everyone else is too afraid.
Alright...Starfucks is freezing so I can't keep typing here...but...stay tuned for more fun living on the C-List (much is happening soon!)
Oh...and the end of this posts' title is "more rain."
Friday, April 29, 2011
Where the hell have I been?
So. For the month of April, this blog should have been called "The C-List everywhere-but-New York City". I feel like I've been in and out so much and haven't even had a chance to sit down and cut my toenails (seriously. they are foul right now).
BUT...I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER.
And seeing as how this is my last night in this particular apartment located on the the <cough>awful<cough> Upper East Side, I thought I should do a bit of updating.
Here's a quick glance at what my April entailed:
Los Angeles and Las Vegas through April 1st
Saratoga Springs on the 3rd and then again the 8th through the 10th
Tivoli, New York the 12th through the 17th
Austin, TX the 21st through the 26th...
and now finally a weekend in beautiful (and finally flipping showing some Spring weather) New York City.
Wow that was a lot. I feel pretty lucky though...because every single one of those trips included performing, taking class, teaching, playing with best friends, or just being happy in general. I think I would do okay with a life on the road. If I didn't have to still pay rent. :)
Anyways...onward and upward I think and I'm excited for what is to come. New place to live. New job. New FREAKING LIFE.
hahaha. kinda.
Okay...now that I'm in one city for a bit (namely the one I started this blog for) I'll be seeing you kids much more. Via my awesome writing skills of course.
-C-Lister
BUT...I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER.
And seeing as how this is my last night in this particular apartment located on the the <cough>awful<cough> Upper East Side, I thought I should do a bit of updating.
Here's a quick glance at what my April entailed:
Los Angeles and Las Vegas through April 1st
Saratoga Springs on the 3rd and then again the 8th through the 10th
Tivoli, New York the 12th through the 17th
Austin, TX the 21st through the 26th...
and now finally a weekend in beautiful (and finally flipping showing some Spring weather) New York City.
Wow that was a lot. I feel pretty lucky though...because every single one of those trips included performing, taking class, teaching, playing with best friends, or just being happy in general. I think I would do okay with a life on the road. If I didn't have to still pay rent. :)
Anyways...onward and upward I think and I'm excited for what is to come. New place to live. New job. New FREAKING LIFE.
hahaha. kinda.
Okay...now that I'm in one city for a bit (namely the one I started this blog for) I'll be seeing you kids much more. Via my awesome writing skills of course.
-C-Lister
Monday, April 4, 2011
Back and Better Than Ever
Alright...it's been a month and I've been sleeping on the job.
Well, really I've been hauling ass and working and finally got a break last week to go visit the West Coast (bestcoast) for a bit.
My dearest friend lives in West Hollywood...and it was probably the most fun I've ever had on a vacation getting to literally live with her for a week. From playing at the burlesque club she works at, to shopping and going out in West Hollywood (Cali gays don't fuck around. Well, I mean the for sure fuck around but at least they look better doing it than pale ass NYC bitches), LADY GAGA CONCERT, and we even took some dancey classes together.
Man I love that place. And that girl.
From LA I went to Vegas with some of my best friend's from school Huey, Duey, and Louie. Duey is from Vegas so we stayed in her mom's (beautiful) house and got to hang out with some of her friends. Here's the thing, I love knowing people with connections. Club pool, night club VIP...it was probably the most fun I've had in Vegas (of all 4 times I've been). It was also cool to see one of my good Oklahomies/NYCers/now-he-works-in-Vegas-and-loves-his-life. Let's just say what happens in Vegas really does stay there.
For now. :)
Anyways now it's back into the grind as my roommate and I look for a new apartment and I keep pretending like money grows on trees or in little plastic squares in my pocket.
I promise not to leave my blog lonely for that long again...AND I'M POSTING PICS SOON.
(you should all also know that the elliptical DID come...and not lives in Brooklyn with a family much more loving than myself.)
Well, really I've been hauling ass and working and finally got a break last week to go visit the West Coast (bestcoast) for a bit.
My dearest friend lives in West Hollywood...and it was probably the most fun I've ever had on a vacation getting to literally live with her for a week. From playing at the burlesque club she works at, to shopping and going out in West Hollywood (Cali gays don't fuck around. Well, I mean the for sure fuck around but at least they look better doing it than pale ass NYC bitches), LADY GAGA CONCERT, and we even took some dancey classes together.
Man I love that place. And that girl.
From LA I went to Vegas with some of my best friend's from school Huey, Duey, and Louie. Duey is from Vegas so we stayed in her mom's (beautiful) house and got to hang out with some of her friends. Here's the thing, I love knowing people with connections. Club pool, night club VIP...it was probably the most fun I've had in Vegas (of all 4 times I've been). It was also cool to see one of my good Oklahomies/NYCers/now-he-works-in-Vegas-and-loves-his-life. Let's just say what happens in Vegas really does stay there.
For now. :)
Anyways now it's back into the grind as my roommate and I look for a new apartment and I keep pretending like money grows on trees or in little plastic squares in my pocket.
I promise not to leave my blog lonely for that long again...AND I'M POSTING PICS SOON.
(you should all also know that the elliptical DID come...and not lives in Brooklyn with a family much more loving than myself.)
Thursday, March 3, 2011
MARCH MARCH MARCH
Alright, I realize I don't really have some huge following on here...but I do appologize for my laziness for the past couple weeks. This week especially has been a whirlwind...and I'm still in the middle of it.
Much has happened to me in the past couple weeks that I'm sure will fill all of your much less exciting lives with boundless amounts of entertainment...but I first want to start off with this:
I STILL DON'T HAVE MY ELLIPTICAL MACHINE FROM RACHAEL F*@&%^# RAY.
do I really want it? no. Do I need the money from selling it? yes.
So there's that. Anyways, I really have to be getting ready to head to the Cut but I just wanted all 4 of you to know that I'm alive. And tell your friends to start following my blog.
Much has happened to me in the past couple weeks that I'm sure will fill all of your much less exciting lives with boundless amounts of entertainment...but I first want to start off with this:
I STILL DON'T HAVE MY ELLIPTICAL MACHINE FROM RACHAEL F*@&%^# RAY.
do I really want it? no. Do I need the money from selling it? yes.
So there's that. Anyways, I really have to be getting ready to head to the Cut but I just wanted all 4 of you to know that I'm alive. And tell your friends to start following my blog.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Die Valentine's.
Alright. Here's the thing. I don't even PRETEND to celebrate Valentine's Day. Nor do I think that anybody should be forced to:
a) feel like shit because of their lack of some "significant other" on a day when only people with said "significant other" are supposed to be celebrating
b) feel like shit because they have to provide afore mentioned "significant other" with some sort of gift, present, date, or other monetary contribution that will invariably not live up to what the "significant other" had in mind for a perfect day celebrating love.
First of all...FUCK LOVE.
Just kidding. But you totally thought this post was heading in that direction didn't you? I am actually a huge fan of love. I love a lot of things. My bed (is it sad that my bed is always the first thing I think about when contemplating love? Not in a dirty way. I just love sleeping...but that's a blog for another day...) Also, I have some fantastic friends that I can honestly say I love very much. Also I have this awesome brother and sister combo that can't really be beat.
However, I am also a huge fan of people appreciating the people they care for on a regular basis. I'm not saying I'm some sort of expert at this, nor do I think I know anyone who is...BUT I think it's a bit ridiculous that on one day everyone is forced by some card company to freak out because they are alone or freak out because they have to re-impress the person they are with.
That all being said: I had a Valentine's Day date this year.
(sounds of shock and appall thunder from audience)
But I totally kept it from being that. It was definately just having dinner on a Monday...A fantastic Breakfast for Dinner that included homemade cheesy scones, egg/vegetable/wonderfulness, and roasted potatoes. And mimosas (Obviously). My date was a fantastic cook and hosted me in his quaint apartment in Queens.
Not bad for a regular Monday dinner huh?
Long story short it took a whole drawn out "Not Valentine's Day Dinner Date on a Regular Monday" for me to realize that I am simply not in it to win it with a relationship right now.
Or maybe there just wasn't chemistry.
Whatever it was I still hate Valentine's Day. And on that note I'm going to Duane Reade to get some cheap discounted red and pink chocolate.
a) feel like shit because of their lack of some "significant other" on a day when only people with said "significant other" are supposed to be celebrating
b) feel like shit because they have to provide afore mentioned "significant other" with some sort of gift, present, date, or other monetary contribution that will invariably not live up to what the "significant other" had in mind for a perfect day celebrating love.
First of all...FUCK LOVE.
Just kidding. But you totally thought this post was heading in that direction didn't you? I am actually a huge fan of love. I love a lot of things. My bed (is it sad that my bed is always the first thing I think about when contemplating love? Not in a dirty way. I just love sleeping...but that's a blog for another day...) Also, I have some fantastic friends that I can honestly say I love very much. Also I have this awesome brother and sister combo that can't really be beat.
However, I am also a huge fan of people appreciating the people they care for on a regular basis. I'm not saying I'm some sort of expert at this, nor do I think I know anyone who is...BUT I think it's a bit ridiculous that on one day everyone is forced by some card company to freak out because they are alone or freak out because they have to re-impress the person they are with.
That all being said: I had a Valentine's Day date this year.
(sounds of shock and appall thunder from audience)
But I totally kept it from being that. It was definately just having dinner on a Monday...A fantastic Breakfast for Dinner that included homemade cheesy scones, egg/vegetable/wonderfulness, and roasted potatoes. And mimosas (Obviously). My date was a fantastic cook and hosted me in his quaint apartment in Queens.
Not bad for a regular Monday dinner huh?
Long story short it took a whole drawn out "Not Valentine's Day Dinner Date on a Regular Monday" for me to realize that I am simply not in it to win it with a relationship right now.
Or maybe there just wasn't chemistry.
Whatever it was I still hate Valentine's Day. And on that note I'm going to Duane Reade to get some cheap discounted red and pink chocolate.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Rachael Ray and Auditions.
Those two things don't relate to each other. At least not yet.
So...first things first...if a friend ever asks you if you want to go be in the live audience of a Television show taping SAY YES.
My dear friend asked me to come with her to see Rachael Ray last Tuesday...and we actually ended up taping the Friday "Super Bowl Cook-Off" show.
Here's where we come to life lesson number 2:
When someone is taking a picture of you...DON'T LOOK LIKE AN ASS.
The audience members were all being herded (several actually looked like cattle)into a hallway before the holding room where a man with a camera was taking each audience members picture. Of course as he filed through all the 30 to 40-something women he kept yelling "next. next. next."
Sir. Just because you are gay doesn't mean you have to say something awkward to me.
"Oh hi, how's it going?"
"Uh..." (he takes awful picture of me)
great.
So then...blah blah we finally get in...no you don't get to eat anything...LUCKY YOU SEGMENT. Of course as every audience members' photo flashed across the screen they all moan and squeal about how awful their picture was but each of their oversized middle-aged housewife asses wanted the elliptical machine and decade long supply of oatmeal.
I'm clarevoyant.
I totally knew it would be my ugly-ass picture that popped up.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I WON THE ELLIPTICAL AND OATMEAL. Is my apartment much too small to hold any sort of other furniture than it has, let alone a giant piece of exercise equipment. Also it should be noted: my gym is literally a block away. 1 block.
I'm not being ungrateful. Selling that thing is gonna pay off my credit card and hopefully buy my spring break ticket to L.A.
I'm so sick of being poor.
In other news: during the audition I did today I decided I want one of my contributions to the dance world to be spatial awareness. Because too many people lack that.
Holla if you feel me.
So...first things first...if a friend ever asks you if you want to go be in the live audience of a Television show taping SAY YES.
My dear friend asked me to come with her to see Rachael Ray last Tuesday...and we actually ended up taping the Friday "Super Bowl Cook-Off" show.
Here's where we come to life lesson number 2:
When someone is taking a picture of you...DON'T LOOK LIKE AN ASS.
The audience members were all being herded (several actually looked like cattle)into a hallway before the holding room where a man with a camera was taking each audience members picture. Of course as he filed through all the 30 to 40-something women he kept yelling "next. next. next."
Sir. Just because you are gay doesn't mean you have to say something awkward to me.
"Oh hi, how's it going?"
"Uh..." (he takes awful picture of me)
great.
So then...blah blah we finally get in...no you don't get to eat anything...LUCKY YOU SEGMENT. Of course as every audience members' photo flashed across the screen they all moan and squeal about how awful their picture was but each of their oversized middle-aged housewife asses wanted the elliptical machine and decade long supply of oatmeal.
I'm clarevoyant.
I totally knew it would be my ugly-ass picture that popped up.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I WON THE ELLIPTICAL AND OATMEAL. Is my apartment much too small to hold any sort of other furniture than it has, let alone a giant piece of exercise equipment. Also it should be noted: my gym is literally a block away. 1 block.
I'm not being ungrateful. Selling that thing is gonna pay off my credit card and hopefully buy my spring break ticket to L.A.
I'm so sick of being poor.
In other news: during the audition I did today I decided I want one of my contributions to the dance world to be spatial awareness. Because too many people lack that.
Holla if you feel me.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Day One...
Where it all begins. The first post. So much pressure right?
Whatever.
The plan is:
Sharing the little stupid stuff I've learned after living in this city for 3 1/2 years that has helped me love (and sometimes survive) living in THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD.
I don't think I'm more important than anyone. And perhaps this will cut down on my recent obsession with tweeting and updating my facebook. REAL LIFE IS MORE FUN. So I'm gonna share little bits of mine on here.
If its free...fun...or just really awesome I plan on recapping right here on THE C-LIST NEW YORK.
sidenote: don't be fooled by the letter before "list" in the title. While I could have made a blog with the letter "A" there is sadly already a homosexual Real Housewives of New York rip-off show with that title...so I cleverly took the first letter of my name. Consequently, that may make this blog seem less quality than others...but I'm willing to take that risk. Plus, now I don't have to do as much to impress all of you.
Whatever.
The plan is:
Sharing the little stupid stuff I've learned after living in this city for 3 1/2 years that has helped me love (and sometimes survive) living in THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD.
I don't think I'm more important than anyone. And perhaps this will cut down on my recent obsession with tweeting and updating my facebook. REAL LIFE IS MORE FUN. So I'm gonna share little bits of mine on here.
If its free...fun...or just really awesome I plan on recapping right here on THE C-LIST NEW YORK.
sidenote: don't be fooled by the letter before "list" in the title. While I could have made a blog with the letter "A" there is sadly already a homosexual Real Housewives of New York rip-off show with that title...so I cleverly took the first letter of my name. Consequently, that may make this blog seem less quality than others...but I'm willing to take that risk. Plus, now I don't have to do as much to impress all of you.
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