Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Celebrity Dating
I've never dated a celebrity, but I did somewhat date a guy, who prior to me was seeing a girl who had dated George Clooney. I find it fascinating that I'm two degrees away from having kissed a celebrity. Not that I would want to kiss George - he's too old for my liking, but there is something intriguing about celebrity circles, and I'm dumbfounded that I could be so near to something that use to seem so far away.
Today I hung out with a friend of mine who has been on several dates with a celebrity I use to watch on television as a little girl. The show: Who's the Boss. Yep, my friend has been out with Tony Danza on more than one occasion. She says he's a great guy, but like George (age 51), Tony (age 61) is probably a bit too old for anything substantive to form between the two of them.
I thought of my friend and Tony when I was recently out in Hollywood. I made my friend Sarah pause to take a picture when I noticed Tony's star beneath our feet.
After hanging out with my friend Kari, and meeting her new, attractive guy roommate, I picked up my friend Sally Ann from the Times Square area. Sally Ann is a model, an opera singer, and always a good time. She and I drove up to the 180s, where we stopped in at a friend's birthday party, before heading back to her place to crash for the night. Sally Ann and I met on a ski/snowboarding trip to Vermont a couple of winters ago, and we bonded further over a Halloween Party in Soho last fall. You'll be able to read all about that night, along with my dating life for my first two years in NYC in my second book titled My Second Hottest Guy Friend.
Today I hung out with a friend of mine who has been on several dates with a celebrity I use to watch on television as a little girl. The show: Who's the Boss. Yep, my friend has been out with Tony Danza on more than one occasion. She says he's a great guy, but like George (age 51), Tony (age 61) is probably a bit too old for anything substantive to form between the two of them.
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| Charity:Water Ball Dec 2011 * Katrina Blank and Kari |
After hanging out with my friend Kari, and meeting her new, attractive guy roommate, I picked up my friend Sally Ann from the Times Square area. Sally Ann is a model, an opera singer, and always a good time. She and I drove up to the 180s, where we stopped in at a friend's birthday party, before heading back to her place to crash for the night. Sally Ann and I met on a ski/snowboarding trip to Vermont a couple of winters ago, and we bonded further over a Halloween Party in Soho last fall. You'll be able to read all about that night, along with my dating life for my first two years in NYC in my second book titled My Second Hottest Guy Friend.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
The Congo
I have a new friend. She's from the Congo and plays the guitar. She's also Canadian and says "eh" from time to time.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
So Long Astoria
This morning I woke up in Harlem to the sound of pouring rain. I went running in Central Park, anyway. And returned to my host home on West 122nd Street soaked in and through.
For the second day in a row I spent several hours in my temporary office space on 34th street, down a few avenues from where I use to work at the Empire State Building. The location comes with free wifi, free parking, and today, because of national coffee day - free coffee. Yes, today I'm thankful for Mc Donald's.
Later in the afternoon, after finding a parking space in Chelsea, I walked over to Union Square to meet up with one of my former students. We then ventured down to Washington Square where a guy by the name of Justin approached us with a guitar. He wanted to serenade us - and had a list of songs we could choose from.
Typically I avoid these money making scams, but when I saw the song "So Long Astoria" by the Ataris on his play list, I decided he couldn't be all that bad of a guy, and why not be serenaded in the middle of New York City.
And so Justin got on one knee and played So Long Astoria. And somehow I gave him $5 to go towards some cause I didn't catch the name of because he told me it as I was reviewing his play list.
Justin told me I'm now in the running to win $500 and tickets to Saturday Night Live. Supposedly he plays bass for Saturday Night Live's house band and is volunteering his time to raise money for this great cause.
Anyway, my student Kendra, Justin, and I got talking for a while. And we heard the fabulous tale of how Justin met his fiance, and how they had known of each other for 14 years, but it wasn't until a year ago that they hung out. And when they did, they just both knew it was right, and 9 days later Justin proposed.
I have to admit, I'm a bit envious of Justin's tale. I'm still hoping for a story of my own someday - because right now, all of my romance stories are stories of the almost maybes.
For the second day in a row I spent several hours in my temporary office space on 34th street, down a few avenues from where I use to work at the Empire State Building. The location comes with free wifi, free parking, and today, because of national coffee day - free coffee. Yes, today I'm thankful for Mc Donald's.
Later in the afternoon, after finding a parking space in Chelsea, I walked over to Union Square to meet up with one of my former students. We then ventured down to Washington Square where a guy by the name of Justin approached us with a guitar. He wanted to serenade us - and had a list of songs we could choose from.
Typically I avoid these money making scams, but when I saw the song "So Long Astoria" by the Ataris on his play list, I decided he couldn't be all that bad of a guy, and why not be serenaded in the middle of New York City.
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| Justin serenading a couple of other gals after singing for us. |
And so Justin got on one knee and played So Long Astoria. And somehow I gave him $5 to go towards some cause I didn't catch the name of because he told me it as I was reviewing his play list.
Justin told me I'm now in the running to win $500 and tickets to Saturday Night Live. Supposedly he plays bass for Saturday Night Live's house band and is volunteering his time to raise money for this great cause.
Anyway, my student Kendra, Justin, and I got talking for a while. And we heard the fabulous tale of how Justin met his fiance, and how they had known of each other for 14 years, but it wasn't until a year ago that they hung out. And when they did, they just both knew it was right, and 9 days later Justin proposed.
I have to admit, I'm a bit envious of Justin's tale. I'm still hoping for a story of my own someday - because right now, all of my romance stories are stories of the almost maybes.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Resting Heart
I recently learned I have the resting heart rate of an Olypmic Athlete. I thought this was a rather fun fact, and so after sitting on it for a few days, I proudly shared it with someone I met last night.
And he replied, "Oh, is it somewhere between 40 and 50?"
"Yeah, actually. My doctor told me last week it is 45." But I was rather surprised this guy knew anything about resting heart rates. I didn't think it was something people know much about. I mean, I've been talking for over 3 decades now, and to my knowledge, I've never had a conversation about resting heart rates.
The guy picked up on my surprise, and explained, "Yeah, the only reason I know is because I tried out for the Olympics."
That's when I felt less than cool with my fun fact. I was in the presence of a near Olympic Athlete. He admitted to not making it, and I admitted to never trying out. But wow, so fabulous that he went after the dream. Leave it to New York to be surrounded by some of the most ambitious and driven people in the world.
But currently, rather than embracing my natural inclination towards the ambitious life, I'm in survival mode. It's 8:30 PM in the evening, and I still don't know where I'm sleeping tonight.
And he replied, "Oh, is it somewhere between 40 and 50?"
"Yeah, actually. My doctor told me last week it is 45." But I was rather surprised this guy knew anything about resting heart rates. I didn't think it was something people know much about. I mean, I've been talking for over 3 decades now, and to my knowledge, I've never had a conversation about resting heart rates.
The guy picked up on my surprise, and explained, "Yeah, the only reason I know is because I tried out for the Olympics."
That's when I felt less than cool with my fun fact. I was in the presence of a near Olympic Athlete. He admitted to not making it, and I admitted to never trying out. But wow, so fabulous that he went after the dream. Leave it to New York to be surrounded by some of the most ambitious and driven people in the world.
But currently, rather than embracing my natural inclination towards the ambitious life, I'm in survival mode. It's 8:30 PM in the evening, and I still don't know where I'm sleeping tonight.
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