Soho = South of Houston. Houston, pronounced house-ton, is a street that cuts across Manhattan Island.
For the longest time I had no idea what Soho meant - perhaps because I rarely spent time in the area. But then I met this guy who resides in Soho, and this past month I've ended up at his place every weekend. To clarify, not in the stay the night sort of way. But rather he has hosted events and conversations.
And last night.his roommate threw a Halloween Costume Party and for some reason I was invited. To be honest, I don't think I should have been invited, but I was and since I was, I wasn't going to miss it. So my friend Sally Ann (dressed as a viking) and I (dressed as an Indian) took the subway downtown to Prince Street.
We made a friend along the way - he was dressed as a carton of milk, with a sign that stated, "I'm am the 1%, Occupy the Fridge." He was a med student at Yale and got off at the subway just before ours. I'm regretting now that we didn't exchange any info, or even names. But I did catch the names of several others that I met throughout the evening.
Emmitt was the most memorable. He's oringally from Lake Forest, Illinois, and played tennis and golf in high school, and well, I can't really tell you much else about him, except he's a great dancer and we spent much of the evening out on the dance floor together... hot - yes. But I knew he wasn't for me.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
My Debut on ESPN
At 9:35 this evening I received the following text: Your mug and name was just on ESPN.
The text was from Bryan Devonshire - Professional Poker Player Extraordinaire. I met up with him and his fiance in Las Vegas on my roadtrip cross country over the summer.
It just so happened to be during the World Series Poker Tournament Days 7 & 8. And it just so happened that I was able to stick around long enough to see Bryan finish 12th out of over 6,000 players who entered the competition at $10,000 pot. Evidently the camara caught a few shots of me while I was there - but Bryan also said my name was mentioned, which means that he probably talked about me in an interview.
That's CRAZY - this is the same guy who taught me how to surf back in 2002 when I worked at Forest Home summer camp in So Cal.
Professional poker playing is an interesting "sport" - to say the least. Some may look down on this "sport," but I can't help but wonder if poker players are much different from entrepreneurs who take financial risks in hopes to someday gain a profit. Hmmm...
I told my roomie Shannen the news when she returned to our apartment after and she told me the news, "I think I just got hit on... in the elevator...by women..."
"What? Are you serious?!?!"
Shannen nodded yep, and explained that one of the woman told her, "You're cute. What floor do you live on?" Shannen cautiously answered the question and the same woman continued on introducting her to the other, "This is Joanna, she's new here..."
Shannen is a wee bit traumatized. I would be too.
The text was from Bryan Devonshire - Professional Poker Player Extraordinaire. I met up with him and his fiance in Las Vegas on my roadtrip cross country over the summer.
It just so happened to be during the World Series Poker Tournament Days 7 & 8. And it just so happened that I was able to stick around long enough to see Bryan finish 12th out of over 6,000 players who entered the competition at $10,000 pot. Evidently the camara caught a few shots of me while I was there - but Bryan also said my name was mentioned, which means that he probably talked about me in an interview.
That's CRAZY - this is the same guy who taught me how to surf back in 2002 when I worked at Forest Home summer camp in So Cal.
Professional poker playing is an interesting "sport" - to say the least. Some may look down on this "sport," but I can't help but wonder if poker players are much different from entrepreneurs who take financial risks in hopes to someday gain a profit. Hmmm...
I told my roomie Shannen the news when she returned to our apartment after and she told me the news, "I think I just got hit on... in the elevator...by women..."
"What? Are you serious?!?!"
Shannen nodded yep, and explained that one of the woman told her, "You're cute. What floor do you live on?" Shannen cautiously answered the question and the same woman continued on introducting her to the other, "This is Joanna, she's new here..."
Shannen is a wee bit traumatized. I would be too.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Serendipity
Serendipity Defined:
Serendipty Experienced:
The Great Lawn Central Park
VIP Section Black Eyed Peas Concerts
The stage in front of us, 50,000 people and the city lights behind us
Rain
Connect Four
101 West 75th St # 1, New York, NY
http://www.divebarnyc.com/
Serendipty Experienced:
The Great Lawn Central Park
VIP Section Black Eyed Peas Concerts
The stage in front of us, 50,000 people and the city lights behind us
Rain
Connect Four
101 West 75th St # 1, New York, NY
http://www.divebarnyc.com/
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Anberlin & Switchfoot
September 25
Facebook Status Says:
September 23
Thought: Gosh, there are a lot off good looking men out this evening. Oh yeah, that's right I'm in Chelsea. Correction: There are lots of good looking gay men out this evening.
Late night dinner in Chelsea at http://www.westvillenyc.com/ following all city wide worship.
September 22
Night out with my photopgrapher friends Shannen http://shannennatasha.blogspot.com/ and Angi http://angiwelsch.tumblr.com/ in Brooklyn at http://www.radegasthall.com/
To the boys who joined our table -Yes, there is also an 8 in the year that I was born - 1978.
September 20
Monumuental Small Group: the first small group meeting that I have ever attended where someone showed up completely wasted.
Facebook Status Says:
September 23
Thought: Gosh, there are a lot off good looking men out this evening. Oh yeah, that's right I'm in Chelsea. Correction: There are lots of good looking gay men out this evening.
Late night dinner in Chelsea at http://www.westvillenyc.com/ following all city wide worship.
September 22
Night out with my photopgrapher friends Shannen http://shannennatasha.blogspot.com/ and Angi http://angiwelsch.tumblr.com/ in Brooklyn at http://www.radegasthall.com/
To the boys who joined our table -Yes, there is also an 8 in the year that I was born - 1978.
September 20
Monumuental Small Group: the first small group meeting that I have ever attended where someone showed up completely wasted.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Malawi Dates
So last night around 8 pm, I get this text...
So I head two stops further downtown to arrive at Canal Street... Tribeca...
So I head two stops further downtown to arrive at Canal Street... Tribeca...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
It Just Happens
And then one day it just happens.
It comes out of the blue - completely unexpected.
Well, not completely.
After all, it had been the very thing that you had been hoping for all along.
Yet, you had become skeptical.
But all of sudden it's there. And it's magical. And he's into you and you're into him.
And it's this instant connection sort of thing that you've heard other people talk about, but you just didn't dream to be possible.
And you're wondering, what the heck?
How did THIS happen?
And is this for real?
I'm thinking it is.
Congrats to my friend who met someone over the weekend!
It comes out of the blue - completely unexpected.
Well, not completely.
After all, it had been the very thing that you had been hoping for all along.
Yet, you had become skeptical.
But all of sudden it's there. And it's magical. And he's into you and you're into him.
And it's this instant connection sort of thing that you've heard other people talk about, but you just didn't dream to be possible.
And you're wondering, what the heck?
How did THIS happen?
And is this for real?
I'm thinking it is.
Congrats to my friend who met someone over the weekend!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
My Dog Doobie
My favorite sign in Central Park is the one next to the pond that says, "No dogs allowed in water." It's my favorite, because to my knowledge, even seeing eye dogs are illiterate, and so the sign makes me smile as I think of a dog running right past the sign and jumping into the water, attempting to fetch a stick that an illiterate 5 year old named Billy tossed into the water.
The nearby park officer may be frustrated with the dog (named Sparky) for his blatant disregard for the sign, but really it's not Sparky's fault. He can't read.
I selected the name Sparky for my hypothetical dog because that was the name of my Dad's dog; he sounded like a great dog, but I never got to meet him because he was dead before I arrived on the scene.
But I did get to meet Doobie... my family took Doobie in when some lady from our church showed up up on our doorsteps in tears because she was getting married to man who already had 4 or 5 kids, and he didn't want the dog.
The woman's tears convinced my mom, and my mom convinced my Dad, and within a few months of taking Doobie into our home, we were all convinced we had made a miserable, but undoable mistake.
We probably should have read the warning signs,
I mean first of all, the dog's name is/was Doobie...
(I understand that the sign is intended for the dog's owner; however, the sign appears to address the dog rather than the human who is accompanying the dog.)
If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't) and came back as a dog (which, if I had to reincarnate as an animal, I'd prefer to return as a dolphin - I think...as long as I didn't get suckered into working at Sea World. I wouldn't want to do that for my dolphin career. Movies on the other hand - I wouldn't mind being featured in a National Geographic documentary...)
The nearby park officer may be frustrated with the dog (named Sparky) for his blatant disregard for the sign, but really it's not Sparky's fault. He can't read.
I selected the name Sparky for my hypothetical dog because that was the name of my Dad's dog; he sounded like a great dog, but I never got to meet him because he was dead before I arrived on the scene.
But I did get to meet Doobie... my family took Doobie in when some lady from our church showed up up on our doorsteps in tears because she was getting married to man who already had 4 or 5 kids, and he didn't want the dog.
The woman's tears convinced my mom, and my mom convinced my Dad, and within a few months of taking Doobie into our home, we were all convinced we had made a miserable, but undoable mistake.
We probably should have read the warning signs,
I mean first of all, the dog's name is/was Doobie...
(I understand that the sign is intended for the dog's owner; however, the sign appears to address the dog rather than the human who is accompanying the dog.)
If I believed in reincarnation (which I don't) and came back as a dog (which, if I had to reincarnate as an animal, I'd prefer to return as a dolphin - I think...as long as I didn't get suckered into working at Sea World. I wouldn't want to do that for my dolphin career. Movies on the other hand - I wouldn't mind being featured in a National Geographic documentary...)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
