I work 8:30 to 5 every day! Yeah, sure there is some off time, but its not really "off" time. I prepare patients and families for their ride home and their next journey - if you know what I mean. Yes, I work with hospice. Its exhausting, emotionally and physically, yet rewarding.
So you want to hang out tonight?
WHAT?
After a full day of death and dying, who has the energy to do anything else?
This past weekend, along with attending some great parties and giving some quality attention to a well deserved person, I rekindled my relationship with my best friend and cousin, Teddy.
WHAT?
Well, long story short, Teddy an myself have not been as in touch with each other as we should have. We are family, and sometimes, family dynamics get pretty strong. However, we finally got in the ring and duked it out. She stayed at my guest apartment, which I use for only friends and family, and I expect them to treat it as a hotel.........ie: NO CLEANING! Being the great person she is, Teddy and her husband left me some cash to make sure it would be left in perfect condition. It was early, they had left, and I was craving caffeine; so I walked across the street to at Starbucks. In Manhattan, the Starbucks employees are far from the average Manhattan employee. They all live outside the city and come into the city to enjoy it, but wait on us. I ordered my usual, and handed the guy a $20. He looks at me and says, "This isn't legit."
..........and then!
I just about peed in my pants. Fake money? Is that even possible? I asked if he was sure, to which he replied, "Let me take a look at this in back." I am assuming all Starbucks have counteirfeit money devices to which they can use to check on money. The "gentlemen" comes back and again says, "Yeah, this isn't legit, you are going to have to go to a bank to take care of it." There was really nothing to do. I was just simply amazed at the well-roundedness of Starbucks employees. Banker by week, Barista by weekend! Oh well, at least I can laugh about it with my cousin.
I think I may die tomorrow! I have finally done everything on earth I have asked to do.
WHAT?
Last night, while making witty banter at the Bowery Hotel with my cousin, Teddy, and a few old friends, I was pleasantly surprised by my ALL TIME FAVORITE CELEB, Kate. Most of you know her as Mary Kate Olsen.
My car was leaking oil and skipping in a weird way when i would break. So i headed off to my favorite mechanic Lenny. I take him for a quick test drive so he could feel exactly what i was talking about. As i raced down the street, to hit my brakes and for my car to skip, he laughs and says "your car is down shifting, its not skipping". (Off to my side i see a wannabe "sexy" female walking down the street) Followed by - i don't do trannies. WHHAAT? - just another reason to hit my breaks and for my car to skip again. and then...
well that's nice to know :-/ (what else do you say to a comment like that?) Lenny says"all "transmission problems you have to get serviced at the dealership".
wow... i am glad we got that settled before i thought he was just saying that to cover up a sick addiction that he may have.
Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Kick Off Party Fall 2009
Shang, at the Thompson LES New York City
Mercedes Benz Fashion Week kicked off Fall 2009 with a bang, I mean an earth-shattering break!
WHAT?
So many glasses broke at last nights kick off party, held at Shang, that I am positive they are re-ordering an entire new set of tumblers and champagne flutes. With all the celebs in attendance, who cares what breaks!
and then........
Some random person jacked the mic from the MC and started to chant, "Fashion Week is going strong!" and "Yes we can!"
So I found the best new route to and from work. As I was headed home, I mean to lunch, I mean to work, I rolled through a yellow. Before I knew it I saw red, blue, and white flashing. "Shit." I pulled my "work" truck into a run down taco shack. It's the kind of place that I always dreamed of being arrested at.
The copper beefs up and walks in stride toward my car..."License and registration Sir."... before I could even get my wallet out of my purse. "Shit, I dont even know where the insurance is in this 'hooptie'." As I give him my license, he looks at it and says, "Oh are you PJ Truble's brother?
"WHAT?!
"Yes, yes officer I am."
and then... "Slow down Mr. Truble," the copper tells me. Before I could even ask him who, what, where, when, how, why, or even his name; he was gone.
I rolled a J and was on my way! Thank God for high people in high states of mind.