Leaving on a jet plane

I am sitting at LaGuardia Airport, getting ready to board. I'm heading to Indiana, pit stop in DC not by choice, and then eventually Michigan. I had no problems with TSA. No groping, no nudie pics. I win.

OHMIGOD PRINCE WILLIAM AND KATE (or KATIE?) SET A DATE FOR THEIR WEDDING. heh... Im only poking fun at every television in this place. THIS is the important news update that I'm getting, you would think the weather would be on atleast one. NOPE.

My coworkers got me a cake for my birthday. Red Velvet, and cream cheese frosting, and absolutely adorable. I'm in a sugar coma, the best kind ever.

This is it

Surreal is the word I would use to describe living here. For instance, yesterday they were filming Gossip Girl outside the door to my work. Then at night I had gone to an AIGA (American Institute for Graphic Arts) lecture in Brooklyn and the doe-eyed blonde that was runner up on America's Next Top Model was our server. So strange. She's not so "model-y" in person.

The lecture was amazing. The venue that it was at was amazing. It was in DUMBO, Brooklyn at a place called Galapagos. Rightfully named as all of the seating was on islands surrounded, literally, by open water. A girl sitting across from us dropped her purse in it, actually. Sucker.

Also, it was raining last night and I had been thinking about how outrageous it is that people's umbrellas turn inside out, wouldn't you just turn and have your umbrella not catch the wind...then the next thing I know my umbrella is inside out, i'm a douche bag.

I will be/am illustrating a childrens book for a friend of my mom, because I have a lot of spare time (but not really). I'm pretty excited about it, mostly so I can say that I've done it. Anyway, I went to Barnes and Noble to do some research, look at Childrens books, maybe find a tutorial type drawing book, etc. I ended up walking out with some non-fiction, and Shel Silverstein. While I could argue that Shel was a Children's writer, and one of my favorites at that, it was not what I was supposed to be buying. Better luck tomorrow?

Dogged

My favorite kind of dog is the one on a leash that refuses to walk while the owner desperately tries (or begs) for it to do so while dragging it across the ground. I saw two today. One lady was literally begging her dog to walk. Also, both of these animals were wearing clothes. I'm guessing it was some sort of doggie-revolt. I would revolt if I had fur and had to wear a pink plaid vest. I imagine it's similar to people wearing gloves in the summer. No one like a clammy hand, so why would a dog want a clammy body?

Speaking of dogs, please send puppies.

give an inch

I realized why I am unable to successfully walk in heels. It's because my legs are short. When I put heels on the lower part of my leg becomes longer than the upper part of my leg, in turn, throwing off the equation ... and then my balance.

I feel like I can sleep at night now.

Read Reed red

I was browsing the Barnes and Noble website looking for some good reads, and there are so many books that perked my interest, but I am not willing to spend money on them because the cover is so poorly designed. I do all of my reading in public spaces, and if someone saw me with these books it could be embarrassing.

PLEASE STOP TAKING CHEESY PICTURES OF YOURSELF AND PLASTERING IT ON YOUR BOOK, THERE ARE BETTER SOLUTIONS.

I blame my career for my lack of book collection.

I get so easily annoyed here, which is weird because I thought I had a lot of patience. Apparently not. But people just don't seem to use their brains. Three things that people this did week to make me want to punch them in the face:

1.) On Monday, I got off the subway as usual, exited the platform as usual, went to walk up the stairs as usual and there is woman at the bottom of the steps zipping up her child's jacket, and chatting with him. Why on earth would you do this at the place where everyone is trying to exit, AT RUSH HOUR none the less. Really. Did the large crowd of bustling people not terrify you into thinking you were going to get trampled? Because that's what they wanted to do, at least I did, but a one person trampling is not very effective. blergh.

2.) This was not a specific incident, as it happens ALL the time. People like to hug the bar on the subway, or lean on it. That's fine when it's not busy, rub your face all over it for all I care, but when it's packed and I have to scoop my hand around the bar and into your back to hold on it automatically makes me hate you.

3.) This morning I had time to stop at Dunkin Donuts to get a breakfast sandwich. I was waiting and waiting for them to bring it to me, and this woman comes up and is also waiting. The guy knows I have been waiting for a long time and says that bacon, egg and cheese will be right up. I nod, and the woman says "ok." She knows that I was there before her, I have obviously been waiting. So when the guy returns he has a bag and says what it is, and I go to take it and she says "No, that's mine" to which I say that I had also ordered that. The only difference in our orders is that hers was on a bagel and mine was not. This sandwich was on a bagel, so indeed it was hers, and she says "See, I told you" gives me the stink eye and walks away. Apparently she is the only person in the entire world that orders THAT sandwich in the morning...except for the 8 other people that were behind her and ordered the exact same thing. Some people only think about themselves and are unable to be civil.

BRAAAAIIIINNNSSS

Well, it's official, I had the BEST halloween weekend anyone could ask for.

Every year I wait until the last minute to get my costume. This year was no exception. The difference is you don't have to wait outside to get inside of a costume shop in Michigan. Once I was actually in the store, and they wouldn't sell me the hat I wanted because it was the last one (makes sense, right?) I decided enough was enough, people are annoying, and I left. I had originally planned on being Amelia Earhart, but defaulted on Rosie the Riveter because buying a men's work shirt was far less work, and on my way home.

Saturday morning my room mate, Laura, and her boyfriend (Kyle) picked me up at home and we roadtripped our way to Washington DC for Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert's Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. We met up with a friend of Kyle's, Laura's Mom and her friend Dawn in Maryland where we caught the Metro into the City. THE METRO WAS PACKED. I was hugging strangers. Good thing it was halloween weekend because I was also standing by a man older than my father (who doesn't look a day over 30...) dressed as the Cat In The Hat, which is not normal... Or maybe it is for DC, I'm not too sure.

It literally felt like a zombie movie coming off the metro, there were mobs of people, who were only able to move as fast as the person in front of them. Plus everyone was tired, so that didn't help.

As per usual, I was unable to see anything due to short stature, but lucky for me there were loud speakers and everyone quoting what the people on stage were saying. Next time I will wear tall shoes and tote a periscope. At this point in the day Laura and myself had not gone to the bathroom in 9 hours, and we were ready to pee ourselves. I'm not sure the strangers we were hugging would have appreciated that.

The trip back to MD was not any different people-wise. Except for the lady who did not get the memo that crazies were supposed to stay indoors that day. She tried pushing two members of our group out of the door at one of the stops. I think she may have heard one of us call her douche judging by the glare she gave on her escalator ride down to the station exit. At one point they kicked everyone the train at a very tiny station. Why? Nobody will ever know, it's one of the great mysteries of life. The best part was that we ran into The Cat in the Hat AGAIN, seriously, how does that happen?! Good thing I like cats.

I never dressed up in my costume, and I'm ok with that. There's always next year, plus I live in NY so it's possible I could wear my costume anytime and it would be considered normal.