<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387</id><updated>2011-10-11T04:57:21.859-04:00</updated><category term='Sensei'/><category term='you can&apos;t underline on blogspot? wierd.'/><category term='condoms'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Shalin-this is your shoutout'/><category term='Apprentice'/><category term='My Parents Know I&apos;m Growing'/><category term='phones'/><category term='martha stewart'/><category term='Good News Grasshopper'/><category term='street band'/><category term='fonts'/><category term='Mean Cards'/><category term='france'/><category term='tails'/><category term='Sun Equals Fun'/><category term='Manicure Pedicure?'/><category term='Do Not Pinch My Cheeks'/><category term='adorbsies'/><category term='go diego go'/><category term='milkshakes'/><category term='We&apos;ve Recently Been Getting REaLLY Famous'/><category term='gorillas'/><category term='Maybe I&apos;m YOUR Fate-Friend-That would be Fun'/><category term='keep your tweens away from ami.'/><category term='Great Grandba is Baller'/><category term='dunkin&apos; 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we hope you find us as amusing as we find ourselves!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4386104566682553197</id><published>2011-02-10T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:12:45.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyclone Yani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes-I have a Blog and I Will Admit it Unlike Morgan'/><title type='text'>Oh Hey</title><content type='html'>So we’ve officially been slacking on this blog.  This is partially because we’ve been having very productive, social weeks and partially because I now refuse to bring my laptop home from work.  And on the rare occasions I crack and bring it home, our shoddy internet really ruins lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we took a little field trip down to Philadelphia to visit some of our dearest friends.  We felt like we were in Europe while there. It felt like being in Brussels actually because we spent most of our time wandering around aimlessly yet we managed to see all the sights that Morgan 2.0 recommended.  Morgan 2.0 was the best.  I got to spend quality time with Jose which was nice. (That is your shoutout and all I have to say about you.)  We also got to see our friend in his improv show which as baller status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Morgan mentioned, we went to CRAFTERNOON last weekend. Wonderful. Just Wonderful.  I understand crafting is supposed to be relaxing and joyful but it sometimes just gives me mass anxiety.  This was probably amplified by the fact that I woke up Saturday morning (morning of Crafternoon) to be informed that they would only allow 90 people and the doors open at 1:45. It was already 12.  We rallied to actually get up, get ready, stop for coffee to cure the alcohol headaches and then took an AWFULLY smelly subway up to the New York Public Library.  We frantically walked around, asked for help and finally we found the Martha Stewart sign on the second floor. And three people in line.  We ended up having to sit at a table with this old chatterbox that was crafting some very interesting pieces.  She wouldn’t cut any of her own designs; instead she’d ask to use our ‘trash’. She MEANT scraps, but at first I didn’t understand and started shoving my candy wrappers toward her.  We also only had two hours so I also felt rushed due to time constraints. But all in all, it was an entertainingly fantastic way to spend our Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to publically shame Morgan now for throwing me under the bus (MULTIPLE times in one night-but I’ll focus on what matters).  Let me paint you a picture. We were out last Wednesday at Pianos and I was trying to be a good person and inform some new friends about CYCLONE Yasi. (Which I accidently kept calling Yani because I just wasn’t able to think of the proper name at the time.  This already had people making fun of me.) No one believed Yani was happening/as big of a deal as I was making it but I wasn’t able to drop it.  Someone jokingly says, “Maybe you should blog about it.” I fess up and admit that I do, indeed, have a blog. Everyone laughs AT me. Not with me, team. And guess who just laughed along with them? You guessed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4386104566682553197?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4386104566682553197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4386104566682553197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4386104566682553197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-hey.html' title='Oh Hey'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7930919842250704964</id><published>2011-02-06T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:54:09.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time flies'/><title type='text'>Namaste</title><content type='html'>Whoops. I guess it's been a month since our last post.  Those January doldrums (aka the never-ending mountains of snow and canyons of slush) really brought me down.  I can't say I will miss this winter much.  Carrying on with my goal to do more New York-y things, Ami and I tried Yoga to the People for the first time tonight.  She may have had to bully me a little into going since I would have liked to stay lazy but I'm glad we joined the rest of the mostly NYU (with a sprinkling of Columbia) students intermingled with emaciated model-types whose bones popped out far too much to be okay.  On the whole though, I enjoyed the class.  The pace was awfully fast, and I clearly needed to brush up on my yoga terms prior to going, but a quick scan around the room helped me figure out exactly what anjaneyasana meant (the half moon pose/stretch?)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;The elevated ceilings, exposed brick and soothing music all lead to a very zen feeling.  Until we had to hold a pose for more than 5 seconds and my limbs started to wobble and and my breathing faltered.  The nap at the end was a little short for my taste but they did have lovely Tibetan singing bowls that really resonated throughout the room.  My new goal is to join in twice a week and actually manage to inhale and exhale properly considering breathing is the main point in yoga.  In order to facilitate this I need to actually buy a yoga mat. Borrowing one of the communal mats is on a regular basis is just a little too smelly for me.  And now I'll have a more legitimate excuse to buy cute yoga clothes, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;We definitely need to post more often because we've been trying to do lots of funtivities and lately, actually succeeding at it.  One word to get you to check back: crafternoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7930919842250704964?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7930919842250704964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/02/namaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7930919842250704964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7930919842250704964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/02/namaste.html' title='Namaste'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4081528365493978655</id><published>2011-01-09T21:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:21:36.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chickalicious is the Best Establishment Ever'/><title type='text'>Molten Chocolate Lave Cake</title><content type='html'>2011 is off to a fantastic start. New job, new laptop, new blog post. But best off all, I now have the ultimate BEST connection to have in all of NYC.  While out for a quick drink the other night, the craving for a molten chocolate lava cake hit.  After deciding we would have to go to Chikalicious, I decided I should call first to confirm 1) that they were open and 2) that they actually still HAD lava cakes. (Earlier in the week I had made the terrible mistake of convincing a large group of friends to go only to find they were sold out of all the good dishes, but whatever. I forgive you Chikalicious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call while at the bar and ask him if they still have any. He tells me they &lt;em&gt;probably &lt;/em&gt;do and then offers to check for me and says he will call me back. I figure he's like most food service people and will say probably and not REALLY check. But a minute later he calls back asking how many I would like to make sure. I attempt to let him know but the bar is loud and he can't hear. He hangs up. I figure he's probably annoyed. Not good. I go outside and call him back to apologize and not only is he SUPER nice, he goes above and beyond and offers to put them on hold for me. While on the phone I ALSO get a text from him saying "How many should I save for you? -Chikalicous." After hanging up I get, "2 lava cakes under the name "Amy". (I will forgive him for the typo) We will bake upon your arrival. Thank you!!!!!-Chikalicious." I text him back to thank him and he responds with a polite little, "You bet!". I was quite impressed by how nice this guy was and I now have even MORE love for Chikalicious. While walking to Chikalicious I got concerned that I had actually called the wrong number and some random was playing a prank on me because I was texting this guy's personal cell phone. (This is a prank I would probably consider doing if I ever got a call from some fatass calling to double check she could get two molten chocolate lava cakes at 11pm.) But no worries, it was totally legit. To top it off, the people that ordered after us in line wanted lava cakes and they were sold out! Ultimate winner. I was trying to figure out exactly which one I was on the phone with but it's still a bit of a mystery-all the more reason to text in my order again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you all to go there to try one and if you'd like me to request one to have ready upon arrival, you just shoot me a text. Props, Chikalicious. You get two thumbs up. Best. Connection. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4081528365493978655?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4081528365493978655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/01/molten-chocolate-lave-cake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4081528365493978655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4081528365493978655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2011/01/molten-chocolate-lave-cake.html' title='Molten Chocolate Lave Cake'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6674660706123035174</id><published>2010-12-27T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:46:11.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why aren&apos;t useful winter boots prettier?'/><title type='text'>dude.  where's my car?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/TRlbHxpoj7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EPtQ9LCvA7Y/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/TRlbHxpoj7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EPtQ9LCvA7Y/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555571804483391410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, in case you live in Timbuktu and you don't pay attention to the news, the Eastern Seaboard has been hit with some snow.  As beautiful as it was to experience a winter wonderland at home in the comfort of my own home, NYC + snow = disaster.  My bus to return tonight was cancelled yesterday, and luckily my father had the foresight to buy a train ticket right away.  The train actually got me into the city drama free, though it was sold out, as was every other train leaving Boston today.  I'm pretty sure it was the safest route too, so props to pops for that call.  I have a friend stranded in Michigan until Friday, so as much as it sucks to have to come back for three measly days of classes, I feel fortunate I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; get back.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had seen other peoples' photos of the dramatic snowstorm, but I still wasn't emotionally (or physically...tomorrow I must buy real winter boots) prepared to emerge from the subway to this.  The snow drifts at the corners of streets are at least 4 feet tall with NO pathway shoveled.  I think we can all imagine how graceful I looked hiking those peaks in my white wool coat and leather boots, while oncoming traffic hurtled towards me.  I knew it was bad when I passed Rocket Joe's ( the disgusting pizza joint near our apartment) and it was CLOSED.  I've never ever seen this place closed.  It's usually open 24 hours and somehow, there's always somebody eating a slice of bland pizza or tough garlic knots inside.  I can only imagine what my walk to school tomorrow morning will entail.  Maybe the magical snow shoveling elves will be hard at work tonight? Dare I hope?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, I hope everybody had a marvelous Christmas/Boxing Day/day off/long weekend etc and there was delicious food had by all! I know I certainly ate my way through the holiday.  I see a few more gym trips in my near future!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6674660706123035174?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6674660706123035174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/dude-wheres-my-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6674660706123035174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6674660706123035174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/dude-wheres-my-car.html' title='dude.  where&apos;s my car?'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/TRlbHxpoj7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/EPtQ9LCvA7Y/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-1337932676114943521</id><published>2010-12-18T17:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:51:45.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gummibaren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books are better than television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york landmarks'/><title type='text'>I feel like a real New Yorker today...</title><content type='html'>So while Ami has &lt;i&gt;abandoned&lt;/i&gt; me to be with her family in the 'burbs  for the holidays (ugh. rude.) I am forced to entertain myself.  Today's adventure included doing a very New York-y thing, something I have yet to experience in my five years of living here.  Unbelivably, I don't possess a New York Public library card nor have I stepped foot in the Steven A. Schwarzman building (a building which, until about 3 hours ago I fully believed was simply called the Main Branch. It's not.) I trekked up to Bryant Park which I should have avoided considering it &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;the weekend before Christmas.  Talk about tourists galore! I literally had to talk to myself to calm myself down and remind myself that I signed up for going to this part of town.  Yes, you may call me crazy.  Once I stepped foot inside the building I instantly understood why Carrie from Sex and the City tried to get married there.  It is absolutely &lt;i&gt;gorgeous.  &lt;/i&gt;It didn't hurt that the entirely marble and old oak building with frescoed ceilings was decked out for the holidays either.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Though there were still too many tourists inside the building for my taste, I managed to navigate myself towards Library Card Services (well, I stopped at the help desk, but c'mon the building is HUGE!) Getting a card is easy-peasy.  I brought my lease (I have tried this before and if you have an out of state ID then, you have to prove you're a New York City resident) but the man giving me my card didn't even ask to see it. Sweet! In about 5 minutes, I had my card and my handy-dandy key chain sized version.  The next challenge quickly became to actually find books I wanted to read without looking like a buffoon.  Somewhere in the back of my head, I remembered hearing this branch was awesome for research and resources, so I was a little hesitant as to whether they even had a fiction section. I refused to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kid asking for fun books at a serious library.  Luckily there are computers in pretty much every room that have access to the entire library system's database, where I learned that all the fun books were across the street in the Mid-Manhattan branch.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two buildings are night and day! As gorgeous as the Steven A. Schwarzman building was, the Mid Manhattan was not.  Also, there wasn't a tourist in sight in the far more utilitarian building.  But fear not, the ugly book houses the fun books! I checked two out and can't wait to see what else I can obtain now that I feel as though I have a key to the city! Hopefully my brain will revert back from the current mush-state I feel it's at now and before you know it I can use all my new-found knowledge to win trivia! I guess that means I might need to read the un-fun books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(edit: I should include that Ami left me a super awesome blossom "I'm sorry I'm abandoning you" (well, that's what I assume she meant) gift! A stocking filled with gummibaren, holiday Pez dispensers, Reese's Cups and an adorable snowman sippy cup. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pièce de résistance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the adorbz lobster card in which she wrote a note.  So don't hate her too much for leaving me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-1337932676114943521?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1337932676114943521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-like-real-new-yorker-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1337932676114943521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1337932676114943521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-like-real-new-yorker-today.html' title='I feel like a real New Yorker today...'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8223121343707230046</id><published>2010-12-15T23:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:50:27.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost Time for My Sabbatical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fontana&apos;s is our New Local Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Detachable Rulers are ALL I Need'/><title type='text'>Anxiety = All Time High.</title><content type='html'>I'm having major anxiety right now so I feel like I should post. It's also 11:11 so I just made a wish. We just returned from Trivia Night at our new local bar (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fontana's&lt;/span&gt;). We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; 2 of..8 people at the trivia. Pretty solid turnout. It was still pretty decent though! They had an HOUR of free beer and then had a SNOWBOARD giveaway (I did not win.) They also gave out shots for the most festive holiday team name (Note: White Morgan contributed nothing to a good name. So we did not win that either.) Was it racist of me to expect a good Christmas name from her? Yes. Either way, we didn't come in last so that's the silver lining to the day. We ALSO got free pizza at this place so it just may be worth returning to every Wednesday. You should all consider coming with us one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to try the hot chocolate place Morgan dubbed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt; and I have to admit, it was pretty good. They were decorating for Christmas so it was extra nice sitting there. I highly recommend it. We went to play in Best Buy after and honestly, it was a pretty ghetto Best Buy. Barely any of the electronics on display worked and I couldn't even use the turntables I wanted to play with. Bogus. We also went to Kate Spade. What a cute little store. I fell in love with multiple things that I feel like I NEED as a young adult. I just want a super organized planner/date book with detachable ruler. Ugh, so perfect for my life right now. (Brother, if you're reading PLEASE call Morgan and ask her what I want. I left her a list if you do actually call.) I also want a bracelet I can actually fit into-K.Spade didn't have these but I forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan will probably be PISSED I wrote AGAIN and totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hijacked &lt;/span&gt;topics she was going to blog about but such is life. You snooze, you lose, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RedHead&lt;/span&gt;. But just a warning, after tomorrow (at 5 PM) I will no longer have a laptop so this may be my last post for a little while. Eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8223121343707230046?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8223121343707230046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/anxiety-all-time-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8223121343707230046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8223121343707230046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/anxiety-all-time-high.html' title='Anxiety = All Time High.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4783462205940867628</id><published>2010-12-14T09:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:15:02.822-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Grandba is Baller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BigWigz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobbypins Rule'/><title type='text'>Got the Spring Back In My Step</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.  Morgan (and you all, really) should be happy to know I found the family heirloom I lost.  It fell into my drawer but there it was this morning!  The heirloom is really just a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bobby pin&lt;/span&gt; I stole from Ba BUT it was the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bobby pin&lt;/span&gt; I ever had. And now he's back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me realize I wish I had a real family heirloom-now that I know I'm capable of caring for it, I think I should get one.  Over Thanksgiving I got to see my GREAT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandba&lt;/span&gt;. (Ba's mom) She's always been quite the little character and I was always her favorite because I would hang with her the most.  She called me "My Ami" when she saw me and then barely recognized my cousins. Winner! She's apparently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' the social scene at the little nursing home she's in right now despite the fact that she doesn't speak English like ALL the others there.  The nurses were also trying to set her up with some man there.  Maybe I can improve my game by watching her.  So cute.  But I think my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gameplan&lt;/span&gt; will be to ask HER for an heirloom-she must at the very least have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bobby pins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I got to see Jess AND Jane in the city.  Jess commented on a recent post (props for being the FIRST to comment since the revival of the blog) so I feel obligated to mention her now.  So that was your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoutout&lt;/span&gt;.  But it was super getting to see them both.  Toast to eating local.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4783462205940867628?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4783462205940867628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-spring-back-in-my-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4783462205940867628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4783462205940867628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/got-spring-back-in-my-step.html' title='Got the Spring Back In My Step'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-463006536365079551</id><published>2010-12-10T19:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:28:40.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a F*ckin&apos; Monster'/><title type='text'>This Is Basically a Teaser</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to post a full post right now because we're on our way out but I just HAD to write to inform you that I successfully scared Morgan half to death. Really, she was just digging around her room and I walked in to play DJ. I ended up oddly close to her and didn't know what to do with myself so as soon as she turned I screamed "Ahh!" It wasn't even loud or scary but Morgan stared at me, hesitated and then her face curled into a look of horror and she just screamed.  Complete with her hands flying to her mouth. And since there was such a long delay between her spotting me and the scream, I started screaming because I thought someone was behind me.  And then we laughed.  I think I may have to start a prank war with her to keep life extra interesting.  Hope you can take the heat like Lebron, Morgan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More updates on our action packed weekend to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-463006536365079551?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/463006536365079551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-basically-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/463006536365079551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/463006536365079551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-basically-teaser.html' title='This Is Basically a Teaser'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-850077651101390457</id><published>2010-12-10T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:34:57.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i should stop drinking liquid chocolate after spending all day eating solid chocolate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot chocolate heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate america'/><title type='text'>Why the US is better than everybody else.  Or really just Canada</title><content type='html'>have you guys all been taking advantage of the 12 days of sharing at Starbucks this holiday season? there really are some great deals but you have to pay attention and act fast because they each exist for only one day.  today's deal is 50% a box of their cranberry bliss bars. BUT if you live in Canada (suckers!) you only get 25% off! what's with that!?  i think the nation as a whole should protest.  it's just a thought.  as ami pointed out to me, it's kind of a bizarre marketing campaign because what are we going to do come december 13th? as awesome as the red holiday cups are, i'm not sure they are enough to make us feel okay that the 12 days of sharing are over.  howard schultz clearly needed to take a page out abcfamily's book because the genius of the 25 days of christmas movie marathon is unparalleled.  don't even get me started on the magic of the countdown to the 25 days of christmas.  freakin' awesome.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just in case the dynamic duo of starbucks and abcfamily isn't enough to get me in the holiday spirit, i've developed a horrendous habit this week.  every day on my way home from class or work, i feel as though it's necessary to try a new spot for hot chocolate.  i convince myself that it's simply too cold to walk without a warm beverage in my hand, but since my mittens are currently covered in gurgled up hot chocolate, i don't really know if that's the best recourse.  it is, however, delicious.  so, for all of you new yorkers out there, what follows is a poor man's hot chocolate survey of soho (mostly.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;vosges&lt;/b&gt; 132 Spring St&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    i tried the aztec (blended with cinnamon and chile powder i believe) which was delicious but a little part of me wanted a chaser of the regular to cool down my taste buds.  while it was certainly a great way to wake up, this little cup of chocolate set me back $5.50 and made me want a snack. ami tried the original, and the only observation i could get from her was that her cup was cold by the time we got to the subway.  i'm not sure her slow drinking skills can be considered a fault of the chocolate, so if you're dropping dollar dollar bills in soho at cole haan or want to see the kardashians at dash, vosges is worth a try.  plus there's tons of free samples around the store, and they do have &lt;i&gt;delicious &lt;/i&gt;chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;paradis &lt;/b&gt;114 4th Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   this hole in the wall gem is around the corner from the ballet school of the little girl i babysit.  they also supply the school's cafe with unique and healthy salads that actually make me feel as though i don't eat sugar and butter all day long as school.  so obviously, after dropping carrie (not her name, but it will do) off at home, i swung by the cafe for some hot chocolate.  okay and a chocolate chip cookie, but don't judge! this hot chocolate was &lt;i&gt;de-lish-ious&lt;/i&gt;! it was just what i needed to keep me plugging along with my errands.  the barista asked me if it was okay if he crafted my drink with whole milk (of course! i mean, at this point i'm drinking liquid chocolate, so i can't really pretend to be healthy.) the drink was the perfect temperature and just the right amount of richness without being too cloying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;financier patisserie&lt;/b&gt; 2 Astor Place (though they have other locations)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  this location used to be cold stone creamery and the soup man, so obviously there was a lot of pressure to live up to.  this cup of hot chocolate was a little too rich (if i was being picky) for my taste and when you order the small, especially prone to splashing around and out of the lid.  the problem was so severe that hours later i noticed a spot on my nose.  i know, low point.  other than that defect, which could potentially be avoided with the purchase of a medium, it was a relatively satisfying afternoon pick-me-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;panade&lt;/b&gt; 129 Eldridge St (or maybe across the street...they just moved and i'm not sure if this is their current address)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  their new location is fabulous with an open airy feel and actual seating! their sandwiches sound delicious, but their hot chocolate was severely lacking.  i'm going to chalk that up to a clearly new employee and the stressful move, and will definitely try it again, but this hot chocolate should have been called lukewarm chocolate made with water.  Though it was only $2.50, I would prefer paying a bit more for some milk.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-850077651101390457?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/850077651101390457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-us-is-better-than-everybody-else-or.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/850077651101390457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/850077651101390457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-us-is-better-than-everybody-else-or.html' title='Why the US is better than everybody else.  Or really just Canada'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7235091728603679775</id><published>2010-12-09T09:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:56:33.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Can Get a Watch to Match Me and It Would be the BEST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Have a Cooler Watch Than You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a creeper'/><title type='text'>This Post Makes Me Sound Like a Peta-file.</title><content type='html'>You know when you pass a petstore window and you just HAVE to go watch the cute little puppies play (you obviously skip the window if it has cats)? Well I found myself doing that on the walk to work today..except to the window of a preschool.  Yes, I am a creep.  The little kids are just so cute in their winter gear!  Boss lives in Family Land so it's hard to walk around the area without laughing at the amusing little children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of amusing.  I looked through all the labels we put on our posts and the ONLY ones we used more than once (we used them twice each) were: 'adorbsies', 'trivia' and 'milkshakes'. How typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan referenced our little neighbors, Jimmie and Jennifer, in her post but they really deserve another mention.  At first I thought they were rather cute and Jimmie would always talk to me/was always excited to see me so I liked him.  But then the little bugger would ask me my name EVERY single time we'd chat as if he didn't remember who I was.  Psh. Come on, kid. Work on that memory.  I talked to him for 15 minutes once! Never again.  I almost gave Jennifer the prize from my happy meal the other day because I assumed it would be lame but when I realized it was a Sanrio watch I kept it for myself.  Shame on me for doubting the happy meal prize.  It has a timer and actually fits because I have children size wrists. Baller! You should all get them so we can match and compare characters.  I think they only have them for another week or so, so you all shan't waste time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7235091728603679775?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7235091728603679775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-post-makes-me-sound-like-peta-file.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7235091728603679775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7235091728603679775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-post-makes-me-sound-like-peta-file.html' title='This Post Makes Me Sound Like a Peta-file.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-5666930918591005812</id><published>2010-12-08T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:47:00.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mittens.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icicles'/><title type='text'>oh the weather outside is frightful!</title><content type='html'>big news. it's winter here.  i'm not sure i like it much considering our apartment is freezing.  let me correct myself. my ROOM is freezing.  there is no heat in my room.  now i don't mean that the heat chooses not to work; i mean that there is not anything in my room from which heat &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; emit.  not only that, but my bed is along the exterior wall.  the rest of the year, this fact is great.  it means i have access to not one, but TWO windows for super fresh air (read, fish stanky, chinatown air) but the breeze is alway nice.  fast forward to mid-december, and that "fresh" air equates with a legitimate draft gusting in around my outlet and the windows.  of course, i haven't gotten around to buying a space heater and heck, for all i know, that would set my building on fire but now my room is ice ice cold.  vanilla ice style.  as if i wasn't struggling enough as it is to get out of bed in the morning for a grueling day in class at culinary school, now i have to persuade myself to jump out of bed and literally do jumping jacks to get my blood flowing and thaw the icicles hanging from my nose.  okay, maybe that's an exaggeration but i think you understand the trauma through which i persevere.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine my shock this morning after i fully bustled up (earmuffs, scarf, mittens, leggings and ski socks...you would think i was heading out into the siberian tundra) headed down the stairs, and was walking through the park on my route to school when i saw dear jimmie and jennifer (the chinese neighbor kids who scream/&lt;i&gt;wail &lt;/i&gt;far more than any children i've ever witnessed) out in the park with their grandma ( i think...we're still trying to figure out the family dynamic)  doing jujitsu in the abandoned tennis court with all the other seniors.  why oh WHY would you be out of bed and OUTSIDE when it's so cold?! it doesn't seem safe, or sane, for these children to be frolicking in the park at 7:45 am.  i think we need to sit down with grandma and inform her of the hazards of  frostbite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, i'm thinking of retiring my beloved earmuffs for a hat like this:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;http://www.furhatworld.com/raccoon-fur-suede-russian-ushanka-hat-p-182.html&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;thoughts??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(edit: i know the photo didn't originally work, so i just through in a link. plus the male model is pretty much a real life Zoolander.  Enjoy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-5666930918591005812?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5666930918591005812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5666930918591005812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5666930918591005812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='oh the weather outside is frightful!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4769359644587206805</id><published>2010-12-06T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:27:28.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hey There Real World.</title><content type='html'>So it's been quite some time since we last updated you all on our lives.  I guess a lot has happened in the past year and a half so I will try to summarize the KEY points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Senior year of college started&lt;br /&gt;2. We never won any trivia nights (bummer.)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; began Tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;4. We graduated and began adult lives&lt;br /&gt;5. Morgan and I moved to our swanky new hood&lt;br /&gt;6. I decided to leave Boss and am now on day ONE of my 'two weeks notice' (I'm praying these next two weeks FLY)&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Unridiculous&lt;/span&gt; came back in full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That basically covers the basics of all of 2010.  I don't understand WHERE this year really went but I'm glad time is going quickly.  I'm working from home today (shocker) while Morgan is off at school hopefully baking me up some sweet treats. WHICH reminds me.  Last week I took a baking class at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Butterlane&lt;/span&gt; (my favorite bakery which you should all try/gift me).  They had an icing competition amongst the class and... I WON.  I am clearly a master of many talents and I can now add Master &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Icer&lt;/span&gt; to my list of invaluable skills.  I had to pose with some cow wall decor they had to show off my cupcake/bag I won.  Part of me thinks they picked me because I'd add a splash of diversity to the brochure they want to use the pictures for. But whatever.  I still won the pride and glory.  I then had a dozen cupcakes to feast upon with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Morgz&lt;/span&gt; and we ate a pretty disgusting amount in just two days (eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unridiculous&lt;/span&gt; amounts of dessert is ANOTHER skill we both share). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now, children.  You will see LOADS of posts from us soon so check back often. You will like what you see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4769359644587206805?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4769359644587206805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-hey-there-real-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4769359644587206805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4769359644587206805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-hey-there-real-world.html' title='Oh Hey There Real World.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-802017811168790708</id><published>2010-12-05T19:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:45:01.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-grad lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do i do with my life now?'/><title type='text'>and  we're baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>so after a mere year and three months(ish) team unridiculous decided sometime in the wee hours of last night to bring the blog back.  we've received more than one (shockingly!) request to keep the tradition alive and we certainly don't want to disappoint our fans, right? if for no other reason that some days i feel as though my brain is rotting into disrepair due to my new chosen profession (more on that later) and i clearly need to practice the english language beyond texts and e-mails, i've agreed to participate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot has changed in the past year or so, ami and i have entered the real world.  that's right, we graduated college (oh my!) moved into a legit, mouse-infested, superintendent-free, lower east side apartment, and started that ever so important &lt;i&gt;next step.&lt;/i&gt; for me, that means culinary school on the pastry track (yes, that's right, i cook &lt;i&gt;all day) &lt;/i&gt;and for ami that means, well, multiple things.  she originally set off with a full time offer from the job she worked part time through the last 2 and half years of her time at college and just recently accepted an offer to work at a real, big girl job with an office and everything! so alas, no more "boss" stories for her!  she starts in january so i expect lots of new, entertaining job stories that will rival and beat the glory of her former boss stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our lives continue to be a little unridiculous and we hope you will begin to return to this blog more often and enjoy hearing of our escapades! we know they certainly entertain us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-802017811168790708?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/802017811168790708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-were-baaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/802017811168790708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/802017811168790708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-were-baaaaack.html' title='and  we&apos;re baaaaack!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7548896275371396176</id><published>2009-09-22T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:49:36.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbies fights back'/><title type='text'>trivia!</title><content type='html'>since school has been ever so stressful already, we've decided to take a break and go to our favorite activity...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night trivia! bonus: my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night class got canceled! woo! as much as i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; food microbiology and sanitation, i think my time is far better spent racking my brain for ridiculous facts i definitely never knew. but hey, making up answers is half the fun. (let's be honest, winning is more fun, so hopefully i know some answers.) we're currently recruiting for our team, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure what it will shape up to look like yet, but hopefully we'll get all the categories covered.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; is ever so helpful in studying for said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;endevours&lt;/span&gt; but somehow, i always seem to mess up the dates, or the names, or something. maybe i should start taking ginger supplements so my memory gets stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another fun note, i recently wrote a customer complaint to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. yes, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;customer. after spending a summer working in customer support/relations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned 2 important facts. 1) companies LOVE customer feedback. 2) it never hurts to ask.  the last few times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten iced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bevs&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, the cup has leaked. a lot. which is a huge problem when through the duration of my walk to campus, i move fast and am almost always carrying a iced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bev&lt;/span&gt;. sloshing iced coffee+white shirt=permanent stains. i sent in a complaint about a week and half ago and lo and behold, i got a response today! let's go giant corporations! they admit they're new "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-friendly" cups have not met their expectations in terms of lid-to-cup grip. love it.  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;brian&lt;/span&gt; h from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;starbies&lt;/span&gt; is going to send me coupons. honestly i didn't even want a free beverage (though it certainly never hurts) but i would love if they would change their cups.  walking into a class with coffee down your shirt is just not the kind of first impression i like to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7548896275371396176?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7548896275371396176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/trivia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7548896275371396176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7548896275371396176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/trivia.html' title='trivia!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-9114707842392913547</id><published>2009-09-19T17:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:39:03.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>housewarming hooligans</title><content type='html'>clearly, we need to become more reliable about updating. who knew school was such a time-consuming endeavor?!  senior year has started with a bang, including the senior soiree in our student center that involved lots of free wine. unfortunately i had to leave early to head to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; night food microbiology and sanitation class (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;womp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;womp&lt;/span&gt;.) certain people(s), who shall remain unnamed, enjoyed the free wine, and the trip to the bar afterward a little too much.  eff my life for being "responsible." oh well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; we had our housewarming party. probably not the &lt;i&gt;best &lt;/i&gt;idea (sorry neighbors!) the cops came twice and eventually broke it up but we ended up with an apt full of fun people.  consider our house officially warmed! now fall is in full swing, the leaves are starting to crisp up and it is quickly turning toward sweater weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-9114707842392913547?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/9114707842392913547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/housewarming-hooligans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/9114707842392913547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/9114707842392913547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/housewarming-hooligans.html' title='housewarming hooligans'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6656225207901439287</id><published>2009-09-08T11:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:59:17.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Senior Year-Goodbye White Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Did Not Litter-I Spread Cute-Fun to the World'/><title type='text'>It Is Now Post-Labor Day.</title><content type='html'>Hm so we got a little lazy with the updating and I really hope we didn't lose loyal fans.  We took a little break from our unridiculous NYC lives and escaped to the suburbs.  But don't even worry-we're back and better than ever. I hope you all just started singing-"the Hess truck's back and it's better than ever, for CHRISTMAS this year, the Hess truck's here!" My dad used to buy me one every Christmas but he hates them now because they're too fancy and not classic enough for his liking.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently at work trying to kill this last half hour before I head off to my last-first day of school! Well, that might not be entirely true if I decide to follow through on my new life plan but we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post-Labor Day title I just typed reminded me that we can now no longer wear white. And then I researched WHY because, really, why?  The original rule was something along the lines of saying white shoes can only be worn between Memorial Day and Labor Day-but fear not, "white tennis shoes and off-white boots seem exempt, as are any shoes worn by a winter bride."   It made me chuckle because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Morgz&lt;/span&gt; and I were laughing over a certain pair of white shoes the other day. Lets hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chica&lt;/span&gt; follows the no-white-shoes rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I left a fun message in a bottle in the middle of the lake in Central Park. I get it's like littering but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, it's cute. It could be my future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; that picks it up or my future husband! Or an infant. Either way, I'm not TOO sure if I want to be friends with someone that picks garbage up out of the lake but then again, if I saw a message in a bottle I know I'd be intrigued enough to get it.  So as of today, I still haven't heard back (I obvs left my name and number on the note) but it WAS a holiday weekend and people get busy, ya know? Just keeping faith alive.  I bet it floated over to the make-out/sexy-time corner we VLOGGED about earlier in the summer.  Grossy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6656225207901439287?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6656225207901439287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-now-post-labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6656225207901439287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6656225207901439287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-now-post-labor-day.html' title='It Is Now Post-Labor Day.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2181134689212393887</id><published>2009-08-28T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:54:49.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; night, an 0ff-duty bouncer stopped in to say hi to his friends at forbidden city on avenue a and 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; st (mere blocks from my apartment) and while he was there a scuffle broke out over what's been reported as some woman that men were fighting over. one of the guys ran to his truck, pulled a gun, and the bouncer got caught in the middle, trying to break it up,  got shot and died.  i heard about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; morning when i came into work and was reading all the news from the weekend.  i couldn't exactly place which storefront forbidden city is so i looked it up on yelp and was absolutely disgusted by the "review" someone posted about their night of the shooting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a shooting in front of this lounge last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, I happened to be there earlier in the evening and left about an hour prior to the shooting.   Crowd was a little ghetto and cheesy during the time I was there.  Obviously , with news of the shooting and the crowd, I most likely will not return."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is this person serious? how is that, in any shape or form an appropriate reaction. a human life was taken, i hardly t&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hink&lt;/span&gt; it's the time to judge the crowd! the whole situation is just completely heartbreaking and unnecessary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everything that has been written about the bouncer paints him as a well-loved and respected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;electrician&lt;/span&gt; by day, bouncer by night just trying to support his family.  he left behind two children, a teenage girl and boy. apparently he adopted the boy after the boy's mother died of cancer. life is just so unfair for them... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; feels the same way and has banded together to support the children. i found this note posted on another blog, EV Grieve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"East Village bars &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drop Off Service, Planet Rose, Forbidden City, Common Ground, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Habibi&lt;/span&gt; Lounge&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Superdive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will donate 50% of their register on Monday, Aug. 31 (all day and night) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to set up a college fund&lt;/span&gt; for the children of murdered bouncer Eric “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Taz&lt;/span&gt;” Pagan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;unfortunately i will be at home and can't participate, but i wish i could. for all of you still in the big apple, i highly recommend supporting this community and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2181134689212393887?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2181134689212393887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-saturday-night-0ff-duty-bouncer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2181134689212393887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2181134689212393887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-saturday-night-0ff-duty-bouncer.html' title=''/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-579048141142657799</id><published>2009-08-21T16:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:29:56.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep your tweens away from ami.'/><title type='text'>umm</title><content type='html'>i second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ami's&lt;/span&gt; description of our fabulous morning (which has left me a tad bleary-eyed at work today, but such is the price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; willing to pay for a free event.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem, however, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ami's&lt;/span&gt; sentence towards the end of the post which included the words, "beat off tween jerks." am i the only one to notice the perverseness of such a sentence? maybe i just need to get my mind out of the gutter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the sky is now BLACK outside and i just heard a deep rumble of thunder whilst sitting in the very inside of my building. great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-579048141142657799?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/579048141142657799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/umm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/579048141142657799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/579048141142657799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/umm.html' title='umm'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-3431681548789504500</id><published>2009-08-21T12:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:34:11.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;ve Recently Been Getting REaLLY Famous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Step off you Tweens'/><title type='text'>The Rest Is Still Unwritten</title><content type='html'>So if any of you were up today at 7-9 AM and happened to be watching NBC, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saw us LIVE on television. I was fortunate enough to win free tickets to see Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the Today show and the only REAL catch of these summer concert series shows is that you're expected to beat the sun and get there SUPER early. So at 5:20 this morning, we were actually awake and heading to the show. The sun literally was not out yet. After I made a TOTAL fool of myself trying to get into the actual concert area, we made our way to a little caged section. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;In front&lt;/span&gt; of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plebeian&lt;/span&gt; folk, obvs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I expected it to be full of little kiddies that I could EASILY see over but there were a surprising amount of grown, adult MEN and women there. This giant bean pole of a boy totally obstructed my view but we luckily pushed through and made it to another caged area. I was literally INCHES away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Natash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (nickname basis now) as she hugged and photographed the boy next to me that literally started to cry/shake when he saw her. I pretty much had every inch of my personal bubble invaded by this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; tween jerk next to me. She was leaning over me to get pictures of the HOSTS and Morgan had to literally remind her that I was a human that she was nearly knocking over. Morgan's always got my back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Natash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was great live and we got solid camera time that was confirmed by Kelsey's dad. We got sweet swag as well so all in all it was a great trip. If you are willing to wake up at 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, stand for 3 hours straight and beat off tween jerks, it's totally worth it. If you're shorter than I am, I'd recommend watching from home though. It's a fun feeling getting on the subway at 9 to see the work go-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knowing you ALREADY had SUCH a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-3431681548789504500?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3431681548789504500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-is-still-unwritten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3431681548789504500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3431681548789504500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/rest-is-still-unwritten.html' title='The Rest Is Still Unwritten'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6136129416752554666</id><published>2009-08-20T17:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:38:39.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know a song that gets on everybody&apos;s nerves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordin sparks'/><title type='text'>i never meant to start a war</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jordin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sparkss&lt;/span&gt;' battlefield stuck in my head on a continuous loop for over two days now. thanks, friends (especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;katherine&lt;/span&gt;) who introduced it to me while at home in the car. i decided to pay it forward and inform all of the call-center girls what gem of a song had been plaguing me, so now they are all equally tortured by it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gaby&lt;/span&gt; even busted out into random bursts of "battlefield" here and there all afternoon. great. our boss was very pleased by our antics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, they did nothing to actually rid me of the song.  there are all these old wives tales about how to get a song out of your head, such as listen to it (next! that's pretty much solidified it in my brain) or get another song stuck in your head (now tell me, how does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;solve anything?) even the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; written songs loose their wonder once stuck in between your medulla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oblongata&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kanye&lt;/span&gt; west anyone? who knew he knew such big words?!) and your, well, rest of the brain.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gahh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hoping once i get home and blast it anywhere between 3 - 20 times, my mind will be cured of this ailment, but i have a sneaking suspicion that will only make it worse. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6136129416752554666?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6136129416752554666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-meant-to-start-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6136129416752554666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6136129416752554666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-meant-to-start-war.html' title='i never meant to start a war'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2037688804795183290</id><published>2009-08-19T11:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:19:25.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dunkin&apos; Donuts Will ALWAYS Remind Me Of U-Hall Council'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><title type='text'>Being Sexy is Our Hobby..</title><content type='html'>Just an update. I sent a carefully crafted list of names which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obvs&lt;/span&gt; over thought and picked names that would lead to a fulfilling life for this new little baby. They disregarded ALL of my efforts and named the baby Yug.  That's not a typo.  My family never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally hit my wall of summer working. My amiga Jessica is currently in Peru volunteering in the jungle. She has been there for hmm four days and her mom has already texted me to inform me that she has a pet monkey. A pet monkey. SO typical.  I do wish I was on this wild aventure with her. But now that she has an over-sized hiking backpack, we pretty much have the PERFECT excuse to go backpacking soon. Those backpacks are expensive afterall, and I would hate to let it go to waste. Being in Boston for the weekend was some solid R&amp;amp;R time and I am now a few shades darker. The beach was glorious and I saw FIVE shooting stars in ONE sitting. Jason was with me and saw zero so I think I have a magical gift of shooting star sight.  If you know me, you know shooting stars equal magic so I was a very happy child all weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan also took us to Massachusettes' famed eatery, Dunkin' Donuts. She ACTUALLY believed Jason had never been to one until then. Silly morgz, how could you EVER forget Dunkin' Donuts in the lobby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2037688804795183290?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2037688804795183290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-sexy-is-our-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2037688804795183290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2037688804795183290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-sexy-is-our-hobby.html' title='Being Sexy is Our Hobby..'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6563958346470030821</id><published>2009-08-18T15:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:31:53.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloucester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suburbia'/><title type='text'>can the real emilee please stand up?</title><content type='html'>BIG NEWS. (i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;neutrogena&lt;/span&gt; commercial.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonic is coming to the north shore of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt;! that's right. finally. Rt 1 north in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peabody&lt;/span&gt; will be graced with sonic very, very soon.  we passed it last night on the way to the bus station (we went home for the weekend for some r&amp;amp;r) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;midsentence, ami&lt;/span&gt; and i gasped at exactly the same time in the exact same tone and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;genuineness&lt;/span&gt; (i think we terrified my mom and kelsey)  it's truly thrilling that years and years after wishing and hoping, we finally get one. now, i don't know when construction will be completed (i imagine in awhile) but the carports appeared close to done so keep your fingers crossed! chocolate mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; cake here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emilee&lt;/span&gt; (the boring girl who has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; on this season of the real world) was spotted at the bar we went to for reggae night on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.  but due to her extremely generic looks, we spotted at least 4 look-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alikes&lt;/span&gt; before the real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emilee&lt;/span&gt; was identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearly, we had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrilling &lt;/span&gt;weekend. oh suburbia, how i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6563958346470030821?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6563958346470030821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-real-emilee-please-stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6563958346470030821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6563958346470030821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-real-emilee-please-stand-up.html' title='can the real emilee please stand up?'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6804375497108394104</id><published>2009-08-13T11:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:46:46.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surboards and colored pencils'/><title type='text'>surf's up</title><content type='html'>sorry it's been a week since my last post, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; said, i did venture up north across the border for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meese&lt;/span&gt; hunting and shooting star sightings, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back and better than ever (not to mention a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; bit tanner. just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always amused by my walk to and from the subway in the morning. once i get to work, it's just a different sense of time, but the commute always provides me with entertainment.  this morning i mixed it up a bit and got on the 6 at 23rd street after moving in last night to our brand new apartment! (i feel like a game show host. and the winner is....YOU) Anyway, I was crossing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lex&lt;/span&gt; on 23rd street when i passed a guy carrying a dean&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deluca&lt;/span&gt; canvas bag (pretty typical for the city) and a SURFBOARD.  yes, a legit surfboard. where, pray tell, are you going to use a surfboard in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;manhattan&lt;/span&gt;?! i wasn't the only person perplexed by such a sighting as a toothless hobo approached the dude (as he clearly cannot be described in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;other way) and questioned him about the board as well.  i had my headphones in and in my morning haze didn't think to take them out to listen to the response, but surfer dude was completely engaged in the conversation as well.  the whole exchange made me chuckle as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i got to work and checked my email, i found this website in my daily candy email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://500pencils.socialdesigner.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daily candy provides me with a ton of info about what's going on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt; and everywhere ( i get two different email blasts) sometimes the info is useless, but often it's pretty intriguing. today's was probably my favorite ever. 25 pencils every month for 25 months??? GENIUS. i am totally the sucker who would be obsessed with such a concept. obviously i was also the kid who was a member of the sticker-of-the month pen pal club where you were sent a couple addresses, had to ship off multiple packs of stickers, and in return got stickers from other people. a pay-it-forward idea for kids that i loved! i wonder if such a concept exists to this day? i sure hope so.  i was all for signing up for the colored pencil club until i saw the price tag. $33 a month? while i understand the value of high-quality art supplies (and $33 for 25 pencils isn't that terrible, considering they are being shipped from Japan,) those kinds of expenditures aren't exactly in my budget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6804375497108394104?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6804375497108394104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/surfs-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6804375497108394104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6804375497108394104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/surfs-up.html' title='surf&apos;s up'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-1947668646540877562</id><published>2009-08-10T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:14:39.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EFF You Nail Lady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manicure Pedicure?'/><title type='text'>I Just Need a Phone</title><content type='html'>So Morgan is off to Canada and I'm left here alone to update.  I considered choosing someone to guest blog in her place, like a celebrity shot, if you will, but I don't think I trust anyone to blog quite on Morgan's level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I woke up at 7 AM because my mom called to tell me she was lost on Canal Street.  She wanted me to walk down to her so I could drive her up to my apartment.  Now we don't live anywhere near Canal Street so I literally jumped out of bed and started running downtown in my pajamas, still in the jewels from the night before.  I was trying to direct my mom over the phone but she has absolutely NO sense of direction and managed to end up in Brooklyn. I don't know HOW that was possible, but my mother is a woman of many ridiculous talents. She then couldn't decide if she was in Brooklyn or Manhattan so trying to offer her advice was useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she spent the morning helping me move and after we were done, I decided it would be wise for me to drive her to Houston so she could easily get to the tunnel.  So I dropped her off and started walking home (still in pajamas and jewels) and got three blocks when I realized my keys were in her car.  The keys to BOTH of my apartments.  On top of that, I had no cell phone.  So for the first time in my 3 years of living in NYC, I picked up a pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew pay phones were SO hard to use?! I literally threw 4 dollars worth of change into 3 different pay phones trying to get it to connect.  I finally decided to go into a nail salon and beg. I walk in, put on my desperate, pleading voice and ask if I can pay to use her phone and she replies with "manicure, pedicure?" NO LADY. I spent a few minutes pointing at the phone, playing this stupid game of charades with the lady and after all that she replies with "no phone here." I was staring DIRECTLY at the phone as she said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Indian man at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; store. I walk in, ask to use the phone and he picks it up, turns it on, and says, "Sorry, I'm on the phone."  GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two more failed attempts, I find a man who very wearily let me use his phone. ANNND My mother didn't answer the phone call. So I had no choice but to walk back home and just hope someone would let me in.  After getting into my apartment, I spent the next few hours wallowing over the many mistakes of my past 12 hours. And then my brother informed me that he met up with my mom and got my keys for me. LOVE.  I pretty much owe him big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-1947668646540877562?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1947668646540877562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-need-phone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1947668646540877562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1947668646540877562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-need-phone.html' title='I Just Need a Phone'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-5222131874680697077</id><published>2009-08-04T10:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:57:42.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naming Guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puzzles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Fishyman-RIP'/><title type='text'>Life is a Puzzle.</title><content type='html'>Hm it seems the past few weeks of posting have ALL been marriage related. And just to sum up the marriage topic, the dancing wedding couple just got even MORE fabulous. I hear they are donating the money that they recieve from publicity and whatnot to a foundation for domestic abuse-all because they used Chris Brown's song. LOVE IT. Hm but I'm concerned Morgan's cyncisim is rubbing off and I'm going to end this summer losing a bit of faith in soulmates. That would honestly depress me because the idea of soulmates makes my heart happy. But I'm beginning to see the many flaws in relationships. Hmm hmm hmm. Topic change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already August and I'm very sad that I have YET to be on a beach. I did, however, purchase some crazy puzzle yesterday as a gift of fun for Morgan. This puzzle CHANGES images in front of your eyes! It's only 500 pieces so we should be able to tackle it in no time. And puzzles remind me of summer so my summer does feel a bit more complete now. I also purchased my new furniture last night which is an even BIGGER puzzle that I'm not too excited for. My attempts to rally friends to help build seems to be failing but I think I can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy news of the week? My family is trusting me to..name a CHILD. Not a silly pet, an actual human. I wonder if my family remembers that I named my most recent fish, Mr. Fishyman. I wasn't a child when I did this, I was a senior in high school. The fish before that were named Barbara and Lucy after my Pre-K teachers. But I have to report back by today with my decision. Some of these family traditions are a bit whack, I must say, and I have no idea why my family would trust ME-the girl who, at the age of 20, still doesn't know how to introduce herself. Silly geese. It has to start with an N or Y and I'm tempted to make up some crazy name just to see if it catches on. Yashafrash? I don't know. Names are a BIG deal. I mean, this could be the next big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bollywood&lt;/span&gt; star and I don't want to be the one responsible for giving him some stuffy name. My mom also informed me that I have 7 other cousins that will ask me to name their children if they follow tradition so I now have to become a naming guru! An extra skill for the resume perhaps? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept telling my parents how life was SO amusing last night. I often times just LAUGH to myself thinking of it. Morgan always hears me laughing and then yells at me for withholding information. But really I'm just laughing at how fun life is. I'm just lovin' it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-5222131874680697077?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5222131874680697077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-puzzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5222131874680697077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5222131874680697077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-puzzle.html' title='Life is a Puzzle.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6855450355125013934</id><published>2009-08-04T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:56:36.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go diego go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorbsies'/><title type='text'>kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>it always makes me chuckle when there are little kids on the subway during rush hour. they're so innocent and cute, and their parents always look so frazzled. commuters have zero patience for anyone who doesn't know what they are doing and little kids definitely fall into that category.  strollers are especially unappreciated by the masses, but i can't help but pity the poor mothers (and fathers) who are tasked with operating the four-wheeled monster through the subway labyrinth.  this morning, instead of a stroller, there was just a little four year old boy that hopped on the train in front of his frazzled father.  he stood there, unsure whether to head up or down the car, surrounded by a forest of slacks and skirts, but he didn't seem entirely concerned. his dad hopped on behind him and told him to follow him. the very wrinkled man walked over to in front of an empty spot on the bench, and only then did i notice the go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diego&lt;/span&gt; go! backpack that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; twelve inches tall slung over the dad's shoulder. clearly it was simply too heavy for the boy to carry.  the little boy squeezed onto the seat and his dad stood in front of him, one hand on the pole to steady himself and one hand holding his son's hand. i had my earphones in for most of the ride, but just as the train was pulling up to the 51st i overheard the little boy ask his dad, "daddy, when did you put this on?" i turned to see what he was asking about and saw that he was spinning his dad's wedding ring around his finger. the dad replied, "when i married your mommy." how quaint! let me tell you, every single woman in hearing distance turned their head and smiled at the father.  plus, one of the women grinning at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; boy was wearing an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; rock on her engagement finger. all these signs of marriage are beginning to make me wonder if maybe i have it wrong and marriage is the way to go? but at the same time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting many, many reminders that no, i don't think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6855450355125013934?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6855450355125013934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-say-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6855450355125013934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6855450355125013934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-775457202382332049</id><published>2009-07-31T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T15:45:40.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how do you become special enough to tie your name to a quote?'/><title type='text'>wordgames</title><content type='html'>ami and i have been sending each other fun (or ridiculous. or depressing.) quotes back and forth all day via gchat.  we're moving into our new apartment this weekend (well, sort of. we have access to it but we haven't decided when we're actually going to MOVE quite yet.) anyway, ami has decided to adorn her wall with hand-painted canvii that her friends lovingly paint. it's pretty tom sawyer of her and i'm a tiny bit jealous i didn't think of the idea. she wants to paint one for herself as well and has decided to stick to words, since art isn't exactly the business student's forte.  hence the subject of quotes. there are some pretty nonsensical depressing yet amusing quotes out there. i'm going to paint one directly on my wall i've decided, a la peyton sawyer from one tree hill.  some of my top favs are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"a woman carries her clothes, but it’s a shoe which carries a woman." - christian louboutin. he must be talking about fuck me shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"i love every sound you don’t even know you make while you sleep at night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"the heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" dir="ltr" id=":1bs"&gt;do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay. those are actually really creepy. the ones i actually like are these ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"we are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"without cracks in the sidewalks and walls, this city couldn't breath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"if someone ever thought sunshine was perfect, they've never danced in the rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm pretty sure i really only like the last one enough to paint it on my wall and stare at it every day without turning into an 16 year old emo teeny-bopper who shops at hot topic. but if anyone else has grand ideas, holler at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-775457202382332049?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/775457202382332049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordgames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/775457202382332049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/775457202382332049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/wordgames.html' title='wordgames'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6595039398915838072</id><published>2009-07-29T14:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:12:27.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Well Hello Officer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criminal Boyfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hope My Glasses Make Me Smarter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unknown numbers'/><title type='text'>Crime of the Century</title><content type='html'>As random as it is, I LOVE getting calls from numbers I don't know. I just find it super thrilling for some reason, even though it's usually just a wrong number. I think this comes from my reckless high school days with Jess because THOSE unknown numbers ALWAYS led to ridiculous adventures. Anyway, today I got a call from some number while I was at work so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obvs&lt;/span&gt; googled it since I couldn't answer (THAT would be unprofessional). Well it was the Criminal Investigations Commander from West Orange. I was then a little concerned so I caved and called my voicemail (lets face it, my job just doesn't really require me to be THAT professional).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DRAMZ&lt;/span&gt;! Apparently, some girl off in West Orange was trying to comment on her boyfriend's "incident". And he thought I was the girlfriend. I wish it said what the incident was but Officer DID mention that Girl was "getting out of control" and "unnecessary". And it "wasn't the crime of the century" so she should simmer. He didn't actually say simmer, but the rest are all direct quotes. He sounded VERY peeved and annoyed. During lunch I called back to let them know they had the wrong number and the lady insisted I was indeed the girlfriend and that I was trying to back out of commenting. I was standing on the street, practically screaming to this woman that I did NOT have a boyfriend with a criminal background. I'm not THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;, LADY. I can only imagine what people standing by me were thinking as I'm trying to explain myself. HAH. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;, I'm officially a four-eyes. Picking up my new frames in a week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Womps&lt;/span&gt;. My father insists I got completely ripped off for buying expensive frames when the doctor said I'd really just need them for "ya know, driving, going to the movies.." Two things I do ALL the time in the city. SO I guess this means if you ever want to see me in glasses, take me to the movies! (I want to see Paper Hearts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6595039398915838072?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6595039398915838072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/crime-of-century.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6595039398915838072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6595039398915838072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/crime-of-century.html' title='Crime of the Century'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8057873614948727077</id><published>2009-07-28T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:18:24.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was Raised a Musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d Give My Left Arm To Be Matilda-then use my magic powers to get my arm back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Den'/><title type='text'>Fam-Filled July</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at work OVERHEATING right now. It is either because a) I'm an idiot and can't dress myself properly ever and wore a sweater AND jeans today, b) I ran-walked the last 4 blocks so I would get here at 9:13 like usual, c) I'm drinking a hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bev&lt;/span&gt;.  All I know is this isn't a good way to start my day.  But it's okay.  Sometimes, really ALL the time, I wish I had Matilda-like powers. If I did, I would magically turn the air on in this room to cure these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hotflashes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been overwhelmed recently with the thought of August starting this week. Morgan reminded me last night that July was a pretty family-filled month for me.  All of the fun days I missed with her were spent with the fam-which is fine by me, my family is cute.  Friday is the brother's (Ross) birthday.  So, I need to figure out what to get him even though I'm STILL waiting for an invite to his birthday celebrations.  I'm concerned they got lost in the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I remember back in the day when my brother and my cousin were my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;biffles&lt;/span&gt;.  I still can't decide if I was incapable of making friends as a pre-kindergartener (I still had my eye "situation" back then so THAT could have been why), or if they actually enjoyed my company.  We were super imaginative children/mini-business people and would open restaurants out of my basement using my Fisher-Price kitchen.  When my little German cousin would come to visit we would make him eat the most disgusting assortment of food-like rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;krispie&lt;/span&gt; treat sandwiches with a delicious ketchup spread. VOM.  Our restaurant was called "The Den". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also had our own band and we'd perform during family parties. We really meant business and would have people queue at the door early.  My brother had a real keyboard, cousin had a guitar and I had a makeshift drumset constructed out of our elephant shaped toy-box.  CLEARLY, I looked like an idiot.  It is probably why my family thinks I'm the strange one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8057873614948727077?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8057873614948727077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fam-filled-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8057873614948727077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8057873614948727077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fam-filled-july.html' title='Fam-Filled July'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8408558373163803932</id><published>2009-07-27T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:26:51.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying in touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here comes the bride'/><title type='text'>make new friends, but keep the old</title><content type='html'>all this wedding talk has got us thinking (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; that video, at last check, has been viewed over 7 million times...talk about the power of viral media!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; made her marriage timeline and i just made mine. it's a very tricky endeavor. first i had to decide who even made the list. i have a lot of fringe friends. those that made the list, kudos. i hope i didn't forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; crucial (i like how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; writing this as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to post my list. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not. sorry!) but i kept it to just 20 people.  the timeline puts all my friends in relation to each other, so it's not so much about what year or how old people are when they get married. making it was super depressing as i fated 2 of my friends to marry early but divorce (isn't that cruel?) but i just see it happening that way. the timeline then led to the theorizing of which of these friends i would still be in touch with when wedding day rolls around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always bizarre to think about how some friendships fade away. looking at my parents and other adults and listening them speak about their college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; or their best friend in high school saddens me. i can't imagine only catching up with these people through an annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; card exchange or an email here or there. my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;my friends. how could they just fall out of my life? it makes the present seem pretty insignificant. i guess i just have to remain steadfast and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about staying in touch and making sure those people are always in my life. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be pretty good at that, i mean, i can always just plan super-cheesy fun days like field day '09! hey, i at least need to know if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; timeline was accurate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8408558373163803932?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8408558373163803932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8408558373163803932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8408558373163803932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-new-friends-but-keep-old.html' title='make new friends, but keep the old'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4861255220901518021</id><published>2009-07-24T10:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:08:01.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ami-Nostradamus Wedding Predictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Will Not Be an Old Maid'/><title type='text'>It's Like I Waited My Whole Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SmnLRVF-2hI/AAAAAAAAADM/smGHPvEEz7c/s1600-h/g-tdy-090724-wedding-dance-couple_standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362040329941735954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SmnLRVF-2hI/AAAAAAAAADM/smGHPvEEz7c/s320/g-tdy-090724-wedding-dance-couple_standard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I stumbled upon this FABULOUS wedding video that I'm sure you have all seen by now because it just BLEW up! (Isn't he just the cutest little groom ever) I just can't get over what good friends these people have and how you can CLEARLY tell they are having the time of their life. I bet the couple had a quaint love story too. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' best friends for a long time, took their relationship a while to get off the ground and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;-they had this fantastic choreographed-danced filled whirlwind of a romance and then got engaged at 27, married at 28. Yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they only practiced for an hour and a half yet it's just perfection in every step. One of the highlights is when the Groom rolls out Willy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wonka&lt;/span&gt; style like a very true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;. So dorky and so perfect. There is also an old man with a solid-jolly laugh at the beginning that warms my heart. Everyone was so surprised and LOVING it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; (just watched it again)..Chris Brown in CHURCH?! Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; guessed it.  This is hands-down the best press he's gotten all year.  You are lucky people can be quaint to your music, C. Brown. (Anyone notice that could ALSO be Charlie Brown? Strange.)  I am now requiring that Future Husband be VERY willing to have as fun of a wedding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt; it makes me super excited to get married..though I AM quite a few steps away from being close to that. I hope my friends all know that they WILL be making fools out of themselves for my amusement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;timelined&lt;/span&gt; my predictions for when I think my friends will wed. It's a really crazy, crazy thought but I'm super excited so those at the beginning of the list better get to it! Go watch the video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;feature=topvideos"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;feature=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;topvideos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4861255220901518021?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4861255220901518021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-like-i-waited-my-whole-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4861255220901518021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4861255220901518021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-like-i-waited-my-whole-life.html' title='It&apos;s Like I Waited My Whole Life..'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SmnLRVF-2hI/AAAAAAAAADM/smGHPvEEz7c/s72-c/g-tdy-090724-wedding-dance-couple_standard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8577991807390651916</id><published>2009-07-24T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:49:13.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffeine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin&apos; donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken parmesan sandwich?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbies'/><title type='text'>really, dunkin' donuts, really?</title><content type='html'>so i subscribe to a news feed for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;qsr&lt;/span&gt; (quick service restaurants) website for work, meaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totes in the know about all things fast-food that we don't get here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt; donuts has just decided to launch a chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flatbread&lt;/span&gt; sandwich. say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whaaaa&lt;/span&gt;? a donut place is selling chicken? that makes me very uncomfortable. talk about confused branding. i can only imagine the horrors of how/where/why they have chicken in back room next to the donuts and bagels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;englander&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' donuts. and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; home, i do. but here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' donuts drops the ball hard core. now, i need my iced skim latte every morning before i can function and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; usually gets my business for two reasons: 1. they accept credit cards 2. they're fast. now i know fast equals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;crappily&lt;/span&gt; brewed espresso, but i rarely have time to watch my shot of espresso pulled by an expert when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; literally hauling ass to either class or work. if an extra three minutes in bed means not stellar lattes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; okay with that. my caffeine addiction, however adds up really fast and my bank statement is rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; as it's littered with $4.06 charges &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;starbies&lt;/span&gt;. whatever, that's where i choose to spend my money and i don't eat breakfast so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; made peace with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, townies are die-hard dunks fans. gotta get up, drive downtown and get your medium iced vanilla with one sugar (or whatever your fancy is) before your day can properly begin. i can't tell you how many hangovers have been fixed by this practice at 7 am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;starbies&lt;/span&gt; is looked down upon, it's pure snobbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this doesn't translate to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt;. at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt; donuts here are ghetto. and, more importantly MORE EXPENSIVE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;. how is that even possible. last summer, i thought, all right, $4.06 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;just too much to be spending everyday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be a little more economical and go to dunks (to all of you who think the solution is brewing my own coffee, sure. i went through that phase. but honestly, i prefer lattes and sure, i could brew my own espresso, and keep my fridge stocked with a lot of milk so i could craft my own iced beverages every morning. but let's remember my number one priority. efficiency. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; willing to pay for it.) to my complete and utter SHOCK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' donuts was actually $.50 more expensive than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;!! who knew such a travesty was possible?!? let me tell you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten in more fights with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' donuts staff (sorry! it's the caffeine withdrawal speaking) than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; comfortable admitting. but really, poorly brewed espresso for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wayy&lt;/span&gt; too much money that's almost always made slower with more errors than at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;starbies&lt;/span&gt;? no thank you. my biggest discovery this summer has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;oren's&lt;/span&gt; coffee. they charge $.5o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less &lt;/span&gt;than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; AND offer a frequent buyer card. done and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8577991807390651916?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8577991807390651916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-dunkin-donuts-really.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8577991807390651916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8577991807390651916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-dunkin-donuts-really.html' title='really, dunkin&apos; donuts, really?'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-5862109925033814820</id><published>2009-07-23T14:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:36:50.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur aprons'/><title type='text'>cuppycakes- a shout out to ami</title><content type='html'>i got sent (along with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swankyy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rainboots&lt;/span&gt;) a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;martha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stewart&lt;/span&gt; cupcake cookbook on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; and have been plotting with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roommates&lt;/span&gt; all week which batch we would start with.  they're fabulous and wonderful. each and every one of them. well at least the pictures make them look that way so we had a tough time deciding which recipe to test out first. we (and by we, i really mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; battled until a compromise was reached) to try the chocolate chip cupcakes with chocolate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; vanilla frosting (someone didn't want chocolate while the other did. you guess who.) it seemed much more intimidating than it actually was considering it involved egg whites whipped to stiff peaks, folding, and flour coated chocolate chips.  our oven bakes especially hot too, so i was deeply concerned we were headed into a recipe for disaster. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facing our fears head-on, my assistant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; donned her child's sized dinosaur&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; apron and a-mixing we went. it got awfully hot in the kitchen, but the 30 cupcakes turned out barely burnt (well, a couple were, but come on, we had 30 aka room to spare)  of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;martha&lt;/span&gt; called for homemade chocolate frosting that i have to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;look divine, but that also meant 4 1/2 extra sticks of butter. with dairy prices the way they are these days? no thank you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duncan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hines&lt;/span&gt; to the rescue (fun fact: i was reading in my gourmet mag that the largest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;duncan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt; exhibit is in bowling green, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kentucky&lt;/span&gt;. one more reason to road trip and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; stop at sonic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the cupcakes were really more muffin like than cake like, but due to our tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt;-style apartment (a crowded oven), our limited budget (all-purpose flour instead of cake flour), and our lack of proper baking supplies (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sieve&lt;/span&gt; to sift the flour, plastic bowls used to whip the egg whites, a pancake flipper used to fold), it could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; our fault and not the recipe's at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; give you another shot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;martha&lt;/span&gt;. perhaps we'll try the raspberry cheesecake "cupcakes" next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true confessions: i ate one of the "muffins" for breakfast this morning. but don't worry, i chose one that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;unfrosted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-5862109925033814820?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5862109925033814820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuppycakes-shout-out-to-ami.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5862109925033814820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5862109925033814820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuppycakes-shout-out-to-ami.html' title='cuppycakes- a shout out to ami'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-3278143787380582774</id><published>2009-07-22T10:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:23:48.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun Equals Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drosophila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby in Light Pole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solar Eclipse'/><title type='text'>Fruit Flies.</title><content type='html'>Luckily the rain DID go away! Lets all hope the sun decides to hang out more often and the nimbi leave us alone.  So last night was Trivia Night, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; did not rock as well as last time.  Maybe Papa B needs to come back and play with us.  But all day yesterday, I kept sharing the tidbit that fruit flies were the first creatures in space-thanks to us Americans. So when the question came up asking what the first creatures in space in 1958 were, I was awfully proud of myself for pulling my weight and offering an answer.  And then they read the answers. And the "correct" answer was mice.  Devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been researching and fruit flies, were indeed sent to space in 1947.  But I guess the whole year thing makes my answer null and void. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Womps&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; okay. I'll get em' next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is a baby doll lodged into the crossing light on 1st and 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to track how long it lasts there, just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;funsies&lt;/span&gt;.  I wonder what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nutzo&lt;/span&gt; decided to put it there. Maybe they were under the spell of the solar eclipse! And if you're reading this and in one of the countries that can see it, I am way jealous.  And yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unridiculous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;actually internationally known, and locally respected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-3278143787380582774?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3278143787380582774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-flies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3278143787380582774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3278143787380582774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/fruit-flies.html' title='Fruit Flies.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8901165142475516543</id><published>2009-07-21T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:14:46.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the omnipotent q'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert deniro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>rain rain go away</title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure i jinxed the city by bragging about our good weather over the weekend because it is an absolute downpour today. whoops. good thing i got my brand new rainboots in the mail yesterday in BRIGHT yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/SmXZORqBVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Et44zlp7GIA/s1600-h/bootsgif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/SmXZORqBVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Et44zlp7GIA/s320/bootsgif.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360929770735490402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect for puddle splashing, which happens to be one of my favorite activities. the rain sure makes it easier to be in an office all day when the weather is crappy.  yesterday was so nice that i walked home from work but i don't think that will be happening tonight.  especially because tonight if FILLED WITH FUN. that's right. it's tuesday night triviaaaa! this week's theme is two fold according the trivia guru: space flight and robert de niro . neither of which do i know anything about so tell me all you know! it's been a couple weeks since our last showing, so team unridiculous has to represent. we're going to have to bring our A game since my dad isn't here, but hopefully we'll fare well.  i've already obviously purused imdb for fun de niro facts and ami has been looking up some space facts but i should probably refresh my current events/random knowledge because that for sure comes into play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8901165142475516543?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8901165142475516543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8901165142475516543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8901165142475516543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='rain rain go away'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/SmXZORqBVWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Et44zlp7GIA/s72-c/bootsgif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8665176481941032570</id><published>2009-07-20T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:17:03.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='replay ceviche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pianos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer days and nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field day &apos;09'/><title type='text'>"you were a child"</title><content type='html'>clearly, life has been a little hectic since our last post.. and by ours i really mean ami's. i can't believe we deprived the readers for 4 days.  i'm sure you were all outside enjoying the fantabulous weather this weekend. for all the rain we've been getting (damn you, nebuli for interrupting the ny philharmonic in central park friday night. damn you.) we've also been getting some pretty glorious days that aren't too hot or humid, full of sun and always bring a light breeze of fresh city air.  i made the mistake this weekend, just like i always do, of not catching up on my sleep enough. it's one of my biggest pet peeves; going into the week tired, and i always kick myself for doing so. saturday (field day '09! woooo!) was a complete success and i'm sure ami will go into her pedophiliac ways in her post so i won't steal her thunder. but it's hard to drink from 3 pm to 3 am and then suck at napping on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly i couldn't sleep because i was deeply concerned i may have permanently damaged my ears saturday night. we went to a wicked fun place, called pianos (go, all of you!) that sent me right back to europe. the dj (replay ceviche) came on at 2 am and the music was perfect. when they played mgmt  the guy next to my left literally held up an invisible mic for me to sing the de de de dede de deeee de part of "kids." hipsters make me laugh so much. pretty much every song got the entire crowd going and, apparently, it was deafeningly loud. i didn't realize that was the case until we left and i couldn't hear. anything. you know the phrase deafeningnly quiet? well, i'm pretty sure this was the case. running to our cab, none of us could hear a word the others were saying soo i'm pretty sure we were screaming.  we got home, continued to scream waking up the girl sleeping on the couch i'm sure (sorry!) and passed out. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; all would be well in the morning, but unfortunately, that was not the case.  i still hear a little ringing in my right ear and that's about it. a tad disconcerting, yes, but as dr. ami tells me, it will come back. hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8665176481941032570?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8665176481941032570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/clearly-life-has-been-little-hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8665176481941032570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8665176481941032570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/clearly-life-has-been-little-hectic.html' title='&quot;you were a child&quot;'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4959955686081064261</id><published>2009-07-20T09:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:25:14.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a Creepshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awkwasarus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come Play With Us You 12 Year-Olds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Lawn has GREAT Lawn'/><title type='text'>You're Never Too Old to Look Like A Fool..</title><content type='html'>This weekend felt like it lasted for YEARS because of the amount of stuff we managed to do. Friday was the NY Philharmonic in Central Park. Minus the whole it got rained out early part, it was really fun. The grass on the Great Lawn is SUPER bouncy and perfect for napping. I learned that New Yorkers don't mess around when it comes to the Philharmonic. People came beyond prepared for the night with HUGE platters of food, candles and lots of champagne corks were literally flying, a few times causing BATTLES and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dramz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in a good nights rest in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for Field Day '09. We woke up and took a nice leisurely lunch and then RUSHED to get everything ready in time. Fun fact: 12 packs of Natural Light (YUM!) is only $7.99 at Associated. Morgan and I carried back 5 boxes as a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;warm up&lt;/span&gt;. It made me realize my arms are awfully weak seeing as though I nearly passed out from exhaustion and I was carrying less than Morgan. But fear not, we took a potassium break and ate bananas to regain our strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were loads of fun, as expected. We started off with a chugging competition and WOW did we all suck at that. It's VERY clear we don't go to a state school. Don't even worry though because we were all GREAT at figuring out the science behind stacking the empty cans. After some more drinking games, we finally got outside. We had a WONDERFUL game planned where everyone got 3 balloons tied to their legs and then we'd all run around stomping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; balloons and the last man standing would take home the GLASS, hand-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;painted&lt;/span&gt; trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were preparing for the game and I had the balloons tied to me all ready to go and I quickly ran back to my apartment as everyone else got ready. As I was coming back out, a few hm 12-17 year old boys called me over. They either thought I was their age, realized how HOT I was or maybe it was a mix of both. Well for whatever reason I went and invited them to come play. And I'm standing there and I realized how pedophile I just came off as inviting them to play-so I screamed F*CK and started running away. They followed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AWKWASARUS&lt;/span&gt;. It was okay though because they enjoyed playing-I mean who wouldn't? We had everyone in that oval staring at us in envy, babies included. The final round came down to Morgan (unridiculous' own-represent!) and Kevin.  Morgan put up a good fight darting Kevin and his ju jit su ways. But in the end, Kevin was the day's big winner, taking home the trophy. Which I'm sure is displayed in a glass case in his room somewhere. Overall, the games were a total success-we DID lose players quite a bit as the day progressed but picking up the 12 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; helped even out the teams. We've decided a Winter games may be in order, so be nice to us and you MAY just get invited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4959955686081064261?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4959955686081064261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-never-too-old-to-look-like-fool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4959955686081064261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4959955686081064261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-never-too-old-to-look-like-fool.html' title='You&apos;re Never Too Old to Look Like A Fool..'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2199400935409795615</id><published>2009-07-16T15:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:04:59.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I admit my last sentence was lame-but you probs laughed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits'/><title type='text'>Event of the YEAR.</title><content type='html'>Fun Fact: I understood EVERY word in Morgan's last post. Just because I don't read all the Harry Potter books doesn't mean I don't know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Legilimens&lt;/span&gt; are like mind readers, feeling-stealers, if you will. That would be common knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently in the middle of planning Field Day 2009! It's going to be a GRAND event that will totes rival the Summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure I will be the Michael Phelps of the group. If you are missing it, you are a fool. If you weren't invited, I apologize. Morgan and I are awfully toolish-in the cutest slash funnest way possible-and have planned highly competitive and athletic events with a good mix of drinking. And there is a very impressive prize for the winner that will take us many laborious hours to make. But it'll be worth it. Stuytown won't know what hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were discussing the most influential people of all time and in that moment, I realized my history knowledge is really sub-par. I was reading Time's 100 list for 2008 just now and WTF. Miley Cyrus made that!? I do think I remember hearing that but honestly, that's unridiculous. I also stumbled upon 100+ portraits of Iconic People of All Time. (&lt;a href="http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/06/100-portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time/"&gt;http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/06/100-portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;It's a great way to kill the last hour I have left at work and it'll make you wise by the end. I also just decided I need a portrait painted of me. You know, jic. I can really see this blog blowing up and getting added to the most influential list one day. Right above Miley Cyrus. AND LUCKILY, I have canvi and paint waiting for me at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan just yelled at me for not posting this yet, so I will allow her to read now and HOPEFULLY she gets the hint that she should paint a portrait of me. And in case she didn't get that until now, she is lucky I just painted it out for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webdesignerdepot.com/2009/06/100-portraits-of-iconic-people-of-all-time/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2199400935409795615?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2199400935409795615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/event-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2199400935409795615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2199400935409795615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/event-of-year.html' title='Event of the YEAR.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-1266144516663408110</id><published>2009-07-15T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:46:30.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ami doesn&apos;t have any idea what this means'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;arry potta'/><title type='text'>Legilimens</title><content type='html'>Fun Fact: Fresh apples float because 25 percent of their volume is air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely separate note, i am literally passing out at my desk right now due to some poor choices i've made. i was exhausted when i got home from work yesterday, most likely because i knew i had a ridiculously long night ahead of me and the mere thought of it made me want to nap. and i tried to nap, i really did. i'm just not that good at napping plus dan kept making me talk about harry potter. which is fine, because that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obviously &lt;/span&gt;why i barely slept last night. for those of you that live under a rock, harry potter and the half-blood prince opened last night at midnight and shattered all records with over 20 million dollars in midnight ticket sales. wowzahhhhs. i was also on tv so it was pretty much a phenom night.  we were waiting to get into the regal union square for our 12:40 tickets (yes, we dropped the ball and waited until after the 12:01 and 12:20 shows were sold out to buy our tickets a week ago. and by us i mean jason. and he didn't drop the ball, becasue without him i wouldn't have even got there) when m&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;face was on camera with my other friends who were dressed up. no, i did not dress up. and nor did jason because he couldn't afford a cape. we're in a recession here people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, we got into the theater around 11 and had to wait until 12:45 before they even started showing previews. going into a 2 1/2 hour flick at 12:45 on a tuesday night is not exactly the best circumstance to be in. the movie was good. it was jam-pack filled with awkward sexual tension and jokes that i can't decide if they were made on purpose or what. also it should NOT be a PG movie. that shit was scary! not very well done, and the acting was kind of terrible. and the set even looked really fake. (thanks, dan, for completely ruining my ability to enjoy the movie for its entertaining aspects. you win.) and yes, if you hadn't read the books, you would have been confused to the max. (hah i just used both my roomates' names in the same blog post. i'm so clever!) hell, i was confused and i've read the books multiple, multiple times. it's crazy how easy it is to forget super important details that have the ability to completely alter the storyline.  although maybe it had something to do with the fact i didn't get home until 4 am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-1266144516663408110?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1266144516663408110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/legilimens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1266144516663408110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1266144516663408110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/legilimens.html' title='Legilimens'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-544864862089812181</id><published>2009-07-14T16:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:14:24.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creatures of habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you can&apos;t underline on blogspot? wierd.'/><title type='text'>this could turn into a great story to tell our kids</title><content type='html'>for some reason, ami abandoned ME this afternoon on gchat without so much as a farewell. she must have done it to punish me for leaving her this morning, but i was out on doing a catering pitch, just like a real grown-up.  currently i'm going through itunes to find more music to add to our playlist for instore music which happens to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; job to which i can multitask. and write about my significantley less sketchy subway experence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice in the past week, i've gotten into the subway (on the 6, j.lo style) for my morning commute and seen the same cute guy. 6'2" ish, blonde hair, crisp button-down shirt with khakis. classic midtown commuter. he's in my car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; gets off at 51st st just like me. normally i probs wouldn't have any faith in believing myself that it was the same person, but i know it's him because he has had the same book in his hands. so while i look all scholarly and wise reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anna karenina&lt;/span&gt; (i swear, i am actually reading that as my "subway" book. interesting choice, i know, but whatevss) anyway, subway guy reads &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skinny dip &lt;/span&gt;by carl hiassan, which i just happened to have read myself (thank you, mrs. white for our senior year satire section in AP english) and really enjoyed. i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if i subscribe to ami's theory of certain people are in your life for a reason (um SKETCHY is so sketchy! and will never leave her life. i love when i run into him around campus and know all these sketchy things about him and he has no idea who i am. classic.) then perhaps subway boy is meant to be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;life. or human beings are a creature of habit and that explains why we get in the same car every morning at the same time to get to our jobs perfectly 7 minutes late every time. since i'm the cynic and ami's the optimist, i'm going to go with the latter theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-544864862089812181?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/544864862089812181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-could-turn-into-great-story-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/544864862089812181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/544864862089812181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-could-turn-into-great-story-to.html' title='this could turn into a great story to tell our kids'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-3999384220958315088</id><published>2009-07-14T09:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:47:41.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not an Infant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do Not Pinch My Cheeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC is Just Too Small'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe I&apos;m YOUR Fate-Friend-That would be Fun'/><title type='text'>Subway LURKERS.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. During my commute to work today, I was standing in that mosh pit that forms at the bottom of the stairs on the L platform at Union Square.  Out of NOWHERE-I see a hand come DANGEROUSLY close to my face and I obviously flinch because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;. It was Sketchy.  askdjkl. (Sketchy is a SECRET name for this creepshow from freshman year) Just when you think you're safe.  Arg. He was trying to pinch my cheeks. SORRY BUDDY. I'm not an INFANT. I am now sitting here annoyed at the possibility of having to run into him again. It just concerns me because this city is CLEARLY too small.  And now Morgan is not on gchat so I have nothing to do but actually get started on my assignments for the day. After I update this, of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking about how certain people are just fated to be in your life. It's a fun slash quaint thought sometimes to think that you were just meant to cross paths with people. (Note: I do NOT believe Sketchy is a fate-friend) But I can think of a few people that even if I hadn't met them the way I did, I probs would have met them somehow anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-3999384220958315088?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3999384220958315088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/subway-lurkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3999384220958315088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3999384220958315088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/subway-lurkers.html' title='Subway LURKERS.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4299466304811337517</id><published>2009-07-12T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:31:58.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CatDog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Bundt Delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Parents Know I&apos;m Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am Not a Master Painter'/><title type='text'>Did You All Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>Did you all miss me?  I know that's not even a real question. OBVIOUSLY you missed me. Luckily Morgan held down the fort and posted often to make up for my absence over the past few days. It's been a whirlwind of a week but I am back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-state area and now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access once again, hooray!  I act like I went to some foreign land but CLEARLY it was civilized since it had a Sonic.  And Sonic was delicious, Morgan, honestly, it was nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; delicious.  I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; left the empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; container on a desk in the hotel and the fudge STAINED the wood.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arg&lt;/span&gt; that Sonic!  Also, I had delicious milkshakes at Cheeburger-Cheeburger at JFK on my way out of the city. I highly recommend you grab some the next time you fly out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, we got home last night and my room was TOTALLY changed. Complete with a larger bed-. I like to think it's because my parents think I'm growing.  And my dad also framed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; photo of a bird above my bed. My room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;general&lt;/span&gt; just has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;strangest&lt;/span&gt; assortment of stuff all over so the framed bird wasn't that surprising.  My dad has also framed a half-finished marker felt art/butterfly masterpiece for my wall.  Oh and my dad ALSO framed a heinous "dog" I once painted in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and put it in the living room.  Trust me, those quotes are necessary.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; made the whiskers way long and it started to look like a cat.  The damage was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;irreversible&lt;/span&gt; and the face of the dog is now busted. And the tongue sticks out in a way that makes the dog look mentally-not all there.  I've never met anyone who has looked at the painting and not literally laughed out loud.  Even when I DON'T try, I provide laughs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4299466304811337517?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4299466304811337517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-all-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4299466304811337517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4299466304811337517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-all-miss-me.html' title='Did You All Miss Me?'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-1609573993059867857</id><published>2009-07-10T15:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:14:52.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ami come home bearing gifts of sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast food nation'/><title type='text'>"it's nothing bundt delicious"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; literally just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me that exact sentence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bahaha&lt;/span&gt; she's updating me with her sonic endeavours. she is enjoying chicken, a sonic blast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;a chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bundt&lt;/span&gt; cake. girl can eat...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; trained her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you that don't know, it's pretty much my life goal to get to a sonic due to their incessant advertising in the northeast even though they have NO locations. trust me, i looked. up until recently, the closest sonic was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; out in western &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;.  why, why, why? would they do that? what a waste of money and time, not to mention inciting anger among the masses who cannot experience the wonders (or lack there of...who knows? i don't!) of a sonic blast. i could probably spew for hours on this topic. i even did a mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; on sonic and their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ineffective&lt;/span&gt; advertising last year in my marketing class in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt;. fat-ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt;, party of one, right here among the cultured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;europeans&lt;/span&gt; who presented on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;audi&lt;/span&gt;, christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;louboutin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hermes&lt;/span&gt;! let me tell you, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; pretty much fell on deaf ears.  regardless, it still peeves me to no end that i have to suffer through the endless albeit rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; sonic commercials and not ever be able to eat there. one just popped up in jersey not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; far from us, but of course, i have to wheedle an invite out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; to go home with her which will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt; never happen. she won't take me or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt; home with her. ever. we've invited ourselves many a time, to no avail. i may just have to resort to renting a zip car (let's be honest, who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;look for any excuse to bust out a zip car?)  and chart my own way there.  anybody down for a road trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-1609573993059867857?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1609573993059867857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-nothing-bundt-delicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1609573993059867857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1609573993059867857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-nothing-bundt-delicious.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s nothing bundt delicious&quot;'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2098018123499397982</id><published>2009-07-09T14:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:20:45.903-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pier 54'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoor movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoeboxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>why pay more when you can pay less?</title><content type='html'>the main goal of this summer has been to experience as much of nyc as possible while spending the least amount of money. considering pretty much every night is like a weekend night (work be damned) we definitely cannot continue with our normal spending habits... to that end, ami and i have been rockin' it at seeing and doing everything that's been on our to do list for three years but "never had time to do" (lies. all lies...we had the time, we were just lazy-asses) whatevskis, better now than never right?? so last night we went to the debut of the hudson river flicks on pier 54 to watch iron man with hundreds of our closest friends.  sitting there waiting for our other friends put me in the angsty-ist mood ever... i was getting SUPER territorial of our blanket space! these new yahhkahhs don't mess when it comes to squeezing into infinitesimally small spaces. maybe it comes from years of experience of living in shoebox sized apartments, i dunno, but it was stressin' me out. oh man just think about it, i'm getting flustered. clearly i have to let it go. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt; the concept as a whole is pretty phenom and i'll def go back, just take more blankets with me (or less people. or a better ratio. i don't know but it will work.) the pier was absolutely GORGEOUS at sunset and the weather was perfect. next week's movie is vicky cristina barcelona which could get seriously awkward if there are kids present but oh well. i find that movie very entertaining but one of the most depressing movies ever. (no one else seems to agree with the latter part of that sentence so don't even worry if you think i'm crazy. i probably am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going for round two tonight, but this time instead of a movie, we're going to a concert! wooooo. flosstradamus and matt&amp;amp;kim. i've never heard of them but obs spent the whole day at work listening to their tunes and i think it's gonna be pretty much a hoppin' time. i mean it's free so how could it not be fun? considering flosstradamus' website says, "&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 DJs, 4 turntables, and lots of people getting buck on the dancefloor." never mind that the dancefloor is an uneven pier. done and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2098018123499397982?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2098018123499397982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-pay-more-when-you-can-pay-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2098018123499397982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2098018123499397982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-pay-more-when-you-can-pay-less.html' title='why pay more when you can pay less?'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-945428719642817555</id><published>2009-07-07T10:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:44:51.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a Master Recorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SVU Evidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A or B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am a Master Rower'/><title type='text'>A or B?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So as I mentioned in my last post, I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VLOG&lt;/span&gt; while I was rowing. (Yes, I was recording AND rowing all at once.) That was a false statement.  But sometimes, I think of strange questions and I demand Morgan answer.  This question was sparked after we watched a bunch of boats row off into corners of the lake so they could make-out.  Grossy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So viewer/reader, A or B?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc9566f0ff932f4f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc9566f0ff932f4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331211163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24A6CF84A79915BFD931927A9C1B0F9607BCBA94.3F51358112183C94E4B183D32F5A2C42C77A639A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc9566f0ff932f4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dox-zG-CdbcQ63abmMC9W2got9m0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc9566f0ff932f4f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331211163%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24A6CF84A79915BFD931927A9C1B0F9607BCBA94.3F51358112183C94E4B183D32F5A2C42C77A639A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc9566f0ff932f4f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dox-zG-CdbcQ63abmMC9W2got9m0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-945428719642817555?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc9566f0ff932f4f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/945428719642817555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/or-b.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/945428719642817555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/945428719642817555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/or-b.html' title='A or B?'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-3326966200191828211</id><published>2009-07-07T09:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:28:33.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know it&apos;s a little long but bear with us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='average sized people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maurice tt rodriguez'/><title type='text'>an excercise in creative writing...and extreme boredom</title><content type='html'>yesterday at work, the afternoon was dragging on at an unbelievably slow pace, so Ami and I decided to write a story. we each wrote one sentence at a time. can you guess who wrote what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what follows below is the beginning of what i can only hope is our first novel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hy"&gt;here once was a seven foot man who was covered in freckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hx"&gt;But he was stuck living in a village full of average, 5'2 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hw"&gt;  And they constantly pointed and laughed at him for not being average, but the man, whose name is maurice tt rodriguez, just thought that they were below average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hv"&gt;.  One day while Maurice was eating lunch in a little cafe, he spotted a young woman and he immediately fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hu"&gt; She was only passing by and since he was in the middle of a delicious bite of a black truffle burger, he was seriously concerned about yelling out to her with his mouthful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":ht"&gt;Being a gentleman, he didn't want to disgust the quaint little woman, so he decided to finish his delicious bite of burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hs"&gt;  Tragically, as he stood up, his knees caught on the table (due to them being extra long and the tables being sized to fit the average sized town) causing the entire table, and surrounding tables to flip over with a domino-like suddenness!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hr"&gt;He stood in embarrassment as the mess unfolded in front of him but his mind was still set on finding the young girl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hq"&gt;Meanwhile, a plain jane waitress dashed over to help in anyway that she could, dabbing at the tablecloth to remove the red wine stains and soothing the maurice's bruised ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hp"&gt; As he looked around the crowds of people and overturned tables, he realized his girl was nowhere in sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":ho"&gt; He threw a crisp one-hundred dollar bill on the table to cover the cost of his meal and damage and strode through the hedges n the direction he thought his mystery woman had traveled, nearly knocking the plants over in the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hn"&gt;.  His long legs carried him quickly through the village but mystery woman seemed to have disappeared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hm"&gt;  Discouraged, Maurice hung his head in disappointment and slowly meandered through the winding cobblestone streets towards his home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived at his home, still filled with sadness, and ducked into his doorway, prepared to sulk for the rest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hk"&gt;He dug into his pocket for his keys, but just to top off a perfectly awful day, his keys weren't there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hj"&gt;He thought about retracing his steps, but his frustration from the day exhausted him so he decided to sleep on his doorstep while he waited for his roommate to get home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hi"&gt;Which normally would not have been a big deal, but tonight was the night that his roomate had decided to stay out ALL night, and even though neighbor after neighbor offered to help poor Maurice (who barely fit on the floor as it was sized for average people) he remained determined and had faith that his roommate would return in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hh"&gt; Finally, at 4 o'clock in the morning, Maurice woke up to a small pat on the leg followed by a loud chuckle as his roommate found him curled up on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hg"&gt; With the exclamation "yah dumbb giant!" his relatively midget-sized roomate listened with a smile on his face to poor Maurice's tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hf"&gt; The fireball of a roommate essentially saved Maurice's life by unlocking the door and taking poor Maurice out of the cold while guiding his drowsy body to his giant-size bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":he"&gt; But Maurice, as tired as his not really that big of a body may have been, couldn't sleep with the thought of the mystery beautiful woman on his mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hd"&gt;He laid in bed tossing and turning, wondering if he'd ever find his mystery woman again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the sun finally broke the following morning, maurice decided that his fool-proof plan was to re-enact the previous day in hopes that the woman would walk by the cafe once more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":hb"&gt;Pleased with his plan, he skipped along to the cafe, buying flowers on the way in case he found her but as he got to the cafe he spotted a CLOSED sign hanging on the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":ha"&gt;The disappointment was nearly too much but just as he was about to walk away, the waitress from the previous day knocked at the window from inside the cafe with an eager look on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":h9"&gt;.  "Come in!" she exclaimed, unlocking the door," I was hoping you'd return, you left your keys here yesterday!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":h8"&gt;Relief swept over Maurice as he gloated at the thought of returning home with his keys that day to shove in his roomate's face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":h7"&gt;The thought of being able to gloat to his roommate made him suddenly turn to rush out of the cafe, and being a large, clumsy giant, he once again knocked over a small table on his way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":h4"&gt;  The waitress once again lept to help Maurice, and the two of them cleaned up the mess together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":h3"&gt;  The waitress decided to be brave and asked Maurice if he'd like her number to call her sometime and as Maurice pulled out his iPhone to take it, he realized he had no idea how to use his fancy new phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH jd"&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH"&gt;&lt;div class="nH ko"&gt;&lt;div class="Z8Dgfe"&gt;&lt;div id=":fn" class="kf"&gt;&lt;div class="km"&gt;&lt;div class="kk"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-3326966200191828211?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3326966200191828211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/excercise-in-creative-writingand.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3326966200191828211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3326966200191828211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/excercise-in-creative-writingand.html' title='an excercise in creative writing...and extreme boredom'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6037610678612702249</id><published>2009-07-06T11:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:16:36.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><title type='text'>happy birthday, america!</title><content type='html'>i don't like how ami and i essentially spent our weekends apart. normally that's not the case at all and it never ceases to amaze us that we don't kill each other considering we spend all day together g-chatting instead of working, all night together in our quaint little bedroom and then all weekend together having adventures in the city (just like on the completely real reality show, the city.) i never get a break from the little one, but this weekend was different. as she failed to mention, she ABANDONED us for her family and refuses to take us (meaning me and jason) home with her to join in barbequeing and family fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay though because i got to partake in family fun friday night too, out in the 'burbs at the eighth nicest golf course in the world, i'm told. jealous? i thought so. nothing's better than a wasp filled night of american pride, mr. softee trucks, phenomenal fireworks over the 11th hole? and gin and tonics. love it. saturday was a debacle filled with rooftops, day-time drinking and plaid-wearing hipsters. equally fabulous.  not to mention the GALLON of ice cream jason decided was a more economically sound purchase than a more appropriately sized pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was weird this year spending my first fourth of july away from my parents. i guess i really am growing up. there was a lot of pressure to find something fabulous to do, but honestly i could have been happy anywhere with the gorgeous weather, although a rooftop in brooklyn was quite wonderful as well. it certainly sets the bar high for next year's fourth. (ahhh we'll be college graduates then. kms!) maybe if ami's there it will be phenom ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction: i've since been informed it's the eighth nicest course in america. my apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6037610678612702249?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6037610678612702249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6037610678612702249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6037610678612702249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='happy birthday, america!'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7733660358831002410</id><published>2009-07-06T09:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:51:37.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Grandma is My Biffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gondola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartwheel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Post Was Much Longer Than I Intended'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>I should begin by wishing you all a happy belated Fourth of July. Being in the city for the holiday was actually really strange. It felt very deserted, especially since I was downtown. I did, however, have SUPER good views of the fireworks. I highly recommend you all find an employer that has a penthouse on the Hudson. Then get that employer to leave you access to her apartment when she leaves. It's wise. Do not, however, break objects on her desk like I did. I pushed a little glass coaster off her desk by accident because I wanted to sit and it shattered. Oops! She just asked me about it and I lied, and then she asked the cat if he's seen it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend felt SUPER long since I did so much. And it actually WAS a long weekend, so that may have been it too. I got to see a lot of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; which is always fun. I took my grandma to the movies because we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adorbs&lt;/span&gt;. She's so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt; staying out till 11 pm to hang out with me. She ALSO agreed to pop bottles of champagne with me on my birthday (which is SO soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I also decided we were like Friends (like the show, not like amigos). We would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obvs&lt;/span&gt; be Monica and Ross and I decided Morgan and Jason combined would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;. I need a Rachel figure so if you think you fit that role, you just let me know! My brother just needs to find a Chandelor so hopefully he gets on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day in Central Park yesterday learning to cartwheel. It's on my list of things to do before I die so I need to learn eventually. I'm pretty sure we provided lots of entertainment/laughs for all the other people in the park. We also rented row boats and rowed across the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; waters. Kevin really rowed for most of it but I like to lie to myself and pretend like I did. It's a great date spot, by the way, and it's cheap! AND if you row close enough to the fancy gondola men, you can pretend like they're singing to you. There are also lots of trees and hidden corners that people were sneakily trying to make-out in. And we obvs creeped up on them which sparked an interesting question that I VLOG-ED! Hopefully I can get that up soon! AND the Loeb Boathouse has delicious custard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my brother said he was proud of the name of the blog, he's totally feelin' it. He then accused me of ripping off HIS blog name from 4 years ago. But whatever. Ross doesn't know what he's talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7733660358831002410?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7733660358831002410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7733660358831002410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7733660358831002410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-fourth-of-july.html' title='Happy Belated Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-3257014142306118139</id><published>2009-07-03T11:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:49:26.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shalin-this is your shoutout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Bus Boy'/><title type='text'>Socially Awkward.</title><content type='html'>You know when you see someone you know and you awkwardly dodge your eyes around the room to avoid having to make any form of eye contact? I do that a lot. So if I've ever seen you in a room and fumbled with my phone or stared at a wall instead of just saying hello, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sitting on a bus when I saw a kid walking down the aisle.  He just pointed at me, "I've noticed you around, you go to NYU," and I was so caught off guard all I could say was "Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;, ye-." before he passed me to take a seat behind me.  And then I awkwardly thought to myself for a good, solid 25 minutes if I should turn to speak to him through the cracks of the seat.  And after all that thinking, I decided that WOULD be weird because he was already sleeping.  How did I know he was sleeping? I could see his reflection on the window I was leaning against. Don't worry, I know how creepy that makes me sound.  No biggie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized how nice it is when someone remembers you or just recognizes you and makes a point to let you know.  What's really the worst that could happen in just saying hi to someone you recognize? They'll either not respond, respond as awkwardly as I did on the bus OR actually acknowledge that they recognize you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mystery Bus Boy, and all the other people I've awkwardly ignored, be prepared because I WILL say hi.  I hope you all prepare talking points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-3257014142306118139?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3257014142306118139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/socially-awkward.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3257014142306118139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/3257014142306118139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/socially-awkward.html' title='Socially Awkward.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-1527038707457218643</id><published>2009-07-02T15:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:04:21.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><title type='text'>change is hard</title><content type='html'>just so we don't go crazy with all the wildness that surrounds our Apprentivor Race (awkward? i can't decide) i thought i would make a life changing announcement. i will receive my brand new iphone tomorrow morning at 10:30 a.m. via fedex!!!! this defines a momentous occasion as it is my debut into the technologically savvy phone world. my brother and dad are all about the latest and greatest technology what-have-you and while i typically eventually come around and get whatever is new after they've beta-tested 10 different versions of it. so now it's my turn to get an iphone. a black 16gb 3gs iphone. i have essentially no idea how to use one, other than the fact i've played with, and gotten &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;frustrated with my dad's, brother's and various friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this also marks the retirement of my dear old razor (or as shalin accurately calls it the "razr.") it's bizarre how attached people get to their phones, and through some odd twist of fate comprised of complete abuse and many a devastating falls, my razor that i got before freshman year of college has now lasted me three years and is still going strong. well, relatively. i mean, the 9 button works every 5th time, the center button is falling off and every 20th or so text, the phone freezes but hey, nobigdeal.  everyone else i've ever talked to had absolute disasters with their razors and it seemed for them to be very much a transitory phone. but for me, the razor has gotten me through some crazy times.  i'm not really sure how i'll be able to deal with a phone i actually have to take care of while figuring out how to use it. but the prospect of all those cool apps that the commercials completely sucker me into thrills me. how cool is the allstate accident report form? OR the one that takes a pulse? clearly i need both as i drive cars all the time in the city AND i'm in med school. but seriously, any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-1527038707457218643?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1527038707457218643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1527038707457218643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/1527038707457218643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-hard.html' title='change is hard'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8406690132677724826</id><published>2009-07-02T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:05:50.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apprentice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buy a bracelet today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street band'/><title type='text'>Well Played, My Friend.</title><content type='html'>I see your challenge and will offer you your next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First though, let me pimp out my business and offer all of our readers, hand-made, custom fit bracelets.  Each uniquely designed, with you in mind.  Perfect gifts for the family. It's almost Christmas-in-July so grab these stocking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt; while you can! Leave a comment if you're interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Morgan, grab your buckets, pots, and drum sticks because you are going to be Washington Square Park's newest street band drummer.  You, by yourself (don't try to recruit talented friends) will attract large crowds, rocking your way to fame.  I was going to make you become a one-man-band but we lack a harmonica. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Womps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sternie&lt;/span&gt; that I am, we will COMPETE to see who can get more money, you on tips from performing or my designer bracelets.  It's pretty much Apprentice.  And since Apprentice donates to charity, we too will donate our earnings to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drinky&lt;/span&gt;-drinks fund. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you deny this challenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8406690132677724826?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8406690132677724826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-played-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8406690132677724826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8406690132677724826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-played-my-friend.html' title='Well Played, My Friend.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2675797382668603856</id><published>2009-07-02T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:20:38.071-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>i accept your challenge, and raise you one...</title><content type='html'>well played, ami. well played. intimidating? yes. challenging? yes. possible? oh definitely. and bonus, it's a skill i would LOVE to have. so i better get cracking on learning the game of pool. before a re-debut my prowess at said ACE bar, (last time i "played" doesn't even count, so we'll pretend it never happened)  i'm thinking i better get some practice time in at a little less intimidating of an arena. if only we had a pool table in our apartment... i guess i will have to run with the commoners at fat cat billiards and let's be honest, i have always wanted to go there. now i just need a teacher. any volunteers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for you, my dear ami, i have a couple ideas rolling around in my head. the first one that sprung to mind would be hilarious, but you might hate me, so obviously i'm going to make you do it. just not yet. your inaugural challenge (which was entirely conceived by my friend kelsey!) but is so amusing i decided to adopt as my own, is to craft 8 hemp bracelets. lame, you say? nay. this challenge involves a second part: you must also sell said bracelets in washington square park. i'm chuckling at the mere thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you accept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2675797382668603856?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2675797382668603856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-accept-your-challenge-and-raise-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2675797382668603856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2675797382668603856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-accept-your-challenge-and-raise-you.html' title='i accept your challenge, and raise you one...'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8643329760258190553</id><published>2009-07-01T13:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:40:44.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes-I exageratted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>Survivor Meets Amazing Race.</title><content type='html'>Morgan and I have signed ourselves up for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.  It's a game of challenges and for one month, we will be pushed beyond anything we thought we were capable of. There will be trials and tribulations, but we will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persevere&lt;/span&gt;.  We will try to post back often with updates on our progress, but neither of us know what we're really in for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the game is un-named because I made it up.&lt;br /&gt;(But everything you just read IS true-just exageratted a little because I like suspense!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we came up with the idea to make a list of challenges that we know the other person wouldn't normally do.  Neither of us are good losers so the dare is an extra incentive to show how good we are at life.  We'll each have individual challenges and then some we complete together (we don't want to be TOO independent-we would miss eachother, I'm sure).  Since we now have a huge fan base, we'll vlog (video blog) and post pictures of our updates so you'll all be in the loop. Some challenges MAY even involve you!  We already have some planned with our roomie-Dan (shoutout!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Morgan, my first challenge for you is to..(insert drumroll).. win a game of pool by yourself at Ace Bar.  Do you accept this challenge? (If you have to play doubles, you have to make at least half the shots)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8643329760258190553?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8643329760258190553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/survivor-meets-amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8643329760258190553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8643329760258190553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/survivor-meets-amazing-race.html' title='Survivor Meets Amazing Race.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6563066444845474604</id><published>2009-07-01T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:25:48.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats Suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stomach Ache'/><title type='text'>It's ACTUALLY a Beast.</title><content type='html'>Every morning I SECRETLY wait for Boss to text me telling me to not come in and just work from home. (It happens A LOT) So this morning when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me to come in at 11, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OBVS&lt;/span&gt; went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00 AM she CALLS. Yes, CALLS. So I had to shake away my "just woke up voice" and she tells me the cat ATE through her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; cords. WHAT A BEAST. I then had to pretend like I was ready and I rushed to get here in time. I had to make a pitstop to go buy new wires to fix the problems the cat caused. But I obvs saved the day. Because I'm super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the cat is sulking in the corner "with a stomach ache", says Boss. Bahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6563066444845474604?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6563066444845474604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-actually-beast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6563066444845474604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6563066444845474604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-actually-beast.html' title='It&apos;s ACTUALLY a Beast.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-8788935062769927978</id><published>2009-07-01T09:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:28:41.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dads say the darnedest things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trivia'/><title type='text'>condoms</title><content type='html'>maybe the theme of this blog should be "parents say the darnedest things" because my parents continue to shine in that field. last night was trivia and since my dad was in town for another 36 hour business trip (ergo i get to eat good food for free. yay!) i persuaded him (read: peer pressured in front of his colleagues) to join my friends and me at trivia. i got a little nervous as dinner ended at 8:30 and trivia didn't start until around 9 that dad might peace out before the game began but he did not let me down and even brought said colleague with him. i'm pretty sure the clincher was that trivia goes down at a red sox bar, this week during that red sox game we aren't going to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, during the current events round, dad shone in two fields. in the last few years he has been rocking his pop culture. i'm pretty sure he subscribes to perez hilton's rss newsfeed on his iphone because he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; over that shit. before the trivia guru (john quinn) even finished reading "This talk show co-host is currently being sued over accusations that she plagiarized another author's work in her best-selling diet book," dad announces, "elizabeth hasselback." done and done.  one point for team unridiculous (yes, that is what we named our team...we've gotta get this blog out there!) two questions later: "Recently released secret files from the National Archives revealed that in WWII, Britain seriously considered dropping millions of these on German troops as the war neared the end." dad taps me on the shoulder with that grin on his face that just reads, "i really shouldn't be saying this to my daughter, but i'm going to do it anyway and gain cool points at the same time" and asks if i want to hear his guess. obvi.com i want to hear his guess. any thoughts to what dear ole' dad came up with? (my guess was kamikazes...i guess millions of those would have been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tad&lt;/span&gt; over the top.) CONDOMS. i mean, why not right? down on the paper it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shockingly, condoms was not in fact the correct answer. what trivia guru was looking for was actually poisoned darts. POISONED DARTS?!? that's the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the british &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;could come up with?!? love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though dad and his colleague peaced out after the michael jackson round, team unridiculous held strong, earning 32 points in total. considering last time jason and i went, i'm pretty sure we got 13, i'm feeling very good about our combined brain power at this point.  maybe next week we'll break the top 5...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-8788935062769927978?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8788935062769927978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/condoms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8788935062769927978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/8788935062769927978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/condoms.html' title='condoms'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-6628202746016152402</id><published>2009-06-30T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:02:17.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Because it's 2009, not 2008.</title><content type='html'>The outpouring of e-mails/texts can all stop because trivia is NOT based on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, reading a message from June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008, spread lies.&lt;br /&gt;Today's trivia will be about Michael Jackson. So let's hear THOSE fun facts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm writing this so one day, Morgan can look back on her stupidity and laugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6628202746016152402?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6628202746016152402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-its-2009-not-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6628202746016152402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6628202746016152402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-its-2009-not-2008.html' title='Because it&apos;s 2009, not 2008.'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-5085053632187184460</id><published>2009-06-30T12:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:23:39.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace Out June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coney Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fireworks'/><title type='text'>It's Just One of Those Days..</title><content type='html'>Hm so it's the last day of June. Which scares me a little, but whatevs.   Today is just being one of those days.  It's just blah. I want to restart it but life goes on! Let's not sweat the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to TRIVIA NIGHT tonight which will probs make life better because I will leave tonight wiser than ever with loads of Fourth of July knowledge!  (So if you have any fun facts I should know-leave a comment, or call/text/e-mail me your wisdom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July is going to be a good month, I can feel it. Good vibes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for July:&lt;br /&gt;1) See Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;2) Get to Coney Island!&lt;br /&gt;3) Prove I'm capable of NOT being a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;4) Have at least 5 REALLY good/random stories from our wild nights &lt;br /&gt;5) Figure out how to edit the background of this blog so it's not so plain-help anyone?&lt;br /&gt;6) See a meese (A girl can dream..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-5085053632187184460?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5085053632187184460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-just-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5085053632187184460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/5085053632187184460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s Just One of Those Days..'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4341627766098234650</id><published>2009-06-29T14:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:10:47.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>"ce n'est  pas de la tarte"</title><content type='html'>i read this blog called chocolate and zucchini and while it's supposed to be about food, most of the time it's filled with quaint french idiomatic expressions like "ce n'est pas de la tarte" which pretty much seems to be the opposite of our american expression, "it's a piece of cake."  i like it a lot better and have decided to incorporate it into my everyday speech.  example A of a situation that "ce n'est pas de la tarte" literally just happened to me.  as the intern (well technically i just got promoted woo but a story for a different day) my workspace is in the same room with the call center girls. these 3 girls provide an endless amount of entertainment and with them, there is literally never a dull moment. the call center manager as she calls herself (i honestly think she just claimed the title; it was never actually given to her) is possibly the most dramatic person i know whose favorite word is "heated." she gets heated about something every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she went on her break and came back 10 minutes early to be herded into the conference room.  i walked by (inconspicuously grabbing a soda of course) 3 minutes later and my boss is standing with his arms crossed while she is in her seat, awfully calm for conference room level drama.  eventually through a series of texts between the other call center girls, it becomes clear that the "manager" has decided to quit! out of nowhere! the office is topsy-turvy right now dealing with the fall-out and yours truly is currently the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; person (untrained at that) manning the phones. i've already significantly screwed up once dealing with holds and transfers. these phones are different from the ones at my other job. ce n'est pas de la tarte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4341627766098234650?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4341627766098234650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cest-ne-pas-de-la-tarte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4341627766098234650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4341627766098234650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cest-ne-pas-de-la-tarte.html' title='&quot;ce n&apos;est  pas de la tarte&quot;'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2420984251442677152</id><published>2009-06-29T10:51:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:08:25.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skimble-skamble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heads'/><title type='text'>PostSecret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkjX4G7q4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/_COgelJ8T9I/s1600-h/heads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352765516063367394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkjX4G7q4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/_COgelJ8T9I/s320/heads.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkjX0tBoeQI/AAAAAAAAABM/Iu45zjfuRIY/s1600-h/tails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352765457569446146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkjX0tBoeQI/AAAAAAAAABM/Iu45zjfuRIY/s320/tails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I won't leave a long skimble-skamble post today. (That was the word-of-the-day from my widgit)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just this postsecret because this makes my heart happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2420984251442677152?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2420984251442677152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/postsecret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2420984251442677152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2420984251442677152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret!'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkjX4G7q4OI/AAAAAAAAABU/_COgelJ8T9I/s72-c/heads.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4849864535330198325</id><published>2009-06-29T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:43:38.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sympathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><title type='text'>cry over spilt milk</title><content type='html'>walking to work this morning, i was crossing 3rd avenue at 50th st when my heart broke for a catering delivery man. he was pushing a trolley laden with 2 milk crates each full of cardboard quarts of milk  when one of the wheels got caught on a bump on the road. before he could react, the entire trolley tipped over, dumping all of its contents with a splat! in the middle of 3rd avenue. of course the light was about turn green and the columns of taxi cabs were eagerly revving their engines. the look on this poor man's face was absolutely devastating. a  grown man on the verge of tears because a huge chunk of his paycheck just spilled in a new york city street is the fastest way to down my morning glory due to the first phenomenal weekday we've had yet. Pretty much everybody on the street slowed down to look at the disaster and as i passed him, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt; of considered helping, but didn't really know what to do (as if it was rocket science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One businessman in his full suit immediately bent down and started grabbing the cartons off of the street and putting that back into the crate which left me with the depressing thought of the day. what is it about me that always assumes someone else will help? if i were in the deliveryman's boat, i would be incredibly grateful for any outpouring of sympathy and/or aid so why don't i leap at the opportunity to stockpile a few karma points?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4849864535330198325?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4849864535330198325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry-over-spilt-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4849864535330198325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4849864535330198325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry-over-spilt-milk.html' title='cry over spilt milk'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7454510734357276776</id><published>2009-06-25T13:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:44:04.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mean Cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milkshakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorbsies'/><title type='text'>Laugh With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkO3Atq5hEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DTRVyGc5O08/s1600-h/Faking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351322005133689922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkO3Atq5hEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DTRVyGc5O08/s320/Faking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking through mean cards just now, (meancards.com) and this card cracked me up. Stick figures are adorbsies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside says, "not me, of course." Bahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ever ill, I would appreciate this card. Or a milkshake. Or both, just sayin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7454510734357276776?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7454510734357276776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-looking-through-mean-cards-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7454510734357276776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7454510734357276776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-looking-through-mean-cards-just.html' title='Laugh With Me'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXOPeAPNCVI/SkO3Atq5hEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DTRVyGc5O08/s72-c/Faking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-535720337252362363</id><published>2009-06-24T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:59:15.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fonts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorillas'/><title type='text'>damn it to hell and a handbag</title><content type='html'>now i can't even use my more clever phrase wordplaying "bad news bears" (which was going to be "good news gorillas." clearly wiser. i mean who doesn't love a gorilla? mighty joe young, anyone? ) i have an notion to take back my sensei comment due to ami stealing my thunder.  OR i could forward this blog to Boss and just let fate do its work, but let's be honest, boss would probably eat this shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently at work trying to find a "playful" font for the new nametags we're printing up. it only took me 2 hours, 1 phone call and 1 email to a technician to figure out how to use a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;basic program. this is clearly what dreams are made of. but fo' serious, this is a lot of pressure. obviously it's a salad joint, so we can't take ourselves too seriously, but on the other hand some of these names are crrrrazy and if the font gets out of control, the nametags will just be completely illegible. as it is, i don't think any customer is really going to refer to their salad topper as "Mr. Dish." after playing hooky for 2 days post a best-friend's 48 hour 21st birthday bash, i clearly have important tasks to accomplish to let my employers know i take my work seriously.  at this rate i might just go with webdings3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-535720337252362363?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/535720337252362363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-it-to-hell-and-handbag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/535720337252362363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/535720337252362363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/damn-it-to-hell-and-handbag.html' title='damn it to hell and a handbag'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2127106306358620565</id><published>2009-06-24T11:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:50:09.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sensei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milkshakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*n sync'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News Grasshopper'/><title type='text'>Good News Grasshoppers</title><content type='html'>HA. I win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up expecting a new post by Morgan but she has failed us all. She did however just call me "sensei" because I am the wisest of them all. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been saying Bad News Bears about many of my life situations recently, but really, life is super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Reasons My Life is Good News Grasshoppers?&lt;br /&gt;1. We got milkshakes last night&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to see many of mis amigos (which means "my friends"-that's for you, Morgan) this weekend. The pre-med kids came out to play, AND I got to see my home friends. Oh and we got to be classy (well SOME of us were classy, cough) and go to Hudson Terrace.&lt;br /&gt;3. Morgan will be joining my boat soon.&lt;br /&gt;4. I got called a sensei.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm currently working from home. Which means I just woke up. And I get to work from home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, let's all hope Boss never stumbles across this-that would be Bad News Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus 6. I just wrote out every word of *n sync's Pop, and got the words all right. I couldn't be wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2127106306358620565?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2127106306358620565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news-grasshoppers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2127106306358620565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2127106306358620565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news-grasshoppers.html' title='Good News Grasshoppers'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-7839065733528207481</id><published>2009-06-19T14:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:36:31.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck, He Needs Shoes</title><content type='html'>Morgan and I are twinsies. Why are we twinsies you may ask? It is because I came here JUST now to write about shoes. We've gotten disgustingly good at being *n sync. (HAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss and I spent the day delivering shoes to a homeless man-Russell. He sits outside of a gym she used to go to and she became oddly fond of him. The last time she saw him he was wearing a pair of shoes that he had cut apart because they were too small. So she asked him if he'd like a new pair-he requested Timbs. So we got him a pair and delivered them to him. (I'm racking up good karma points!) But yes, Boss is super kind and days like these make me love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we walked past a movie theater on our way home from being good citizens and Boss decided we should take work breaks to catch the latest summer hits. Life = sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't you love the clever title? I'm so wise. (It'll make more sense when you read Morgan's post below mine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-7839065733528207481?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7839065733528207481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-he-needs-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7839065733528207481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/7839065733528207481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-he-needs-shoes.html' title='Fuck, He Needs Shoes'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-2487934204414454839</id><published>2009-06-19T12:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:23:08.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarpetta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eleven madison park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otto'/><title type='text'>fuck me shoes</title><content type='html'>i like how ami's last post implies there will be a how to of the day, every day. something tells me that's not the case.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a completely different note, my parents left today after spending the whole week in nyc. my dad was in town to finalize a huge business deal so we barely saw him and i had to work monday through wednesday. that left very little time for fam bonding; basically just dinners all planned by yours truly. i love having the power to just make reservations at all these restaurants that i really want to try but cannot afford. i call these parent restaurants and they account for about 90% of the restaurants in this city.  monday night we ate at perilla which is harold's (the winner of the first season of top chef) place. it was ridiculously good. tuesday night was girl's night with my mom, aunt and best friend from home at otto. simple, cheap and delicious. wednesday night was out of control phenomenal at eleven madison park. certainly NOT an everyday experience. they even had little hooks the hostess pulled out of her pocket that clipped on the edge of the table to hold your purse. god forbid your louis  touches the ground.  and last night was a low key but wonderful early dinner at scarpetta.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were running late after a crazy day. in case you're not from new york and you did not experience the monsoon that was yesterday let me just say i don't think i've ever seen rain that hard for that long, which of course equals no cabs. anywhere. so i traipsed down through the east village to meet my mom for breakfast at clinton st. baking company in the torrents of rain. all was well as soon as i had a cup of coffee and a plate of fluffy blueberry pancakes in front of me. and then owen wilson walked in. perfection.  after, my mom and i spent the wettest day in history at the statue of liberty. she claims she had a near death experience at the top (really the base, but it's the highest you can currently go) which equalled gale-force winds combined with a fear of heights. not a great pairing.  add slick marble and stone surfaces everywhere, grey skies and a terrible view and it was a hoot of day. needless to say we were looking forward to a comfortable plate of scarpetta's delicious spaghetti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;racing out of the cab, trying to make sure we didn't lose our reservations, i ran into a girl who asked me if i knew where "skirpenita" was. this girl was wearing a scanty black frock, stick straight hair, platform strappy shoes and of course, the requisite blackberry in her left hand.  i probably shot her an extreme look of disdain (i'm not very good at hiding my emotions) asked "you mean scarpetta?" and pointed to the door in front of us. when i was describing the girl to my mom, who just so you know is the nicest, kindest hearted person i know who always sees the good in people, even when they are 100% evil. it takes a lot for her to be mean. anyway she gets this conspiratorial look in her eyes and asks me if i know what she and her friends call those shoes. what, hooker shoes? and she laughed and said, "no, this will probably embarrass you, but we call them (here she lowers her voice) fuck me shoes." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whhhhattt&lt;/span&gt;??? i didn't even know my mother said the "f" word. what a great way to end the trip.  i guess she's edgier than i give her credit for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-2487934204414454839?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2487934204414454839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-me-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2487934204414454839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/2487934204414454839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-me-shoes.html' title='fuck me shoes'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4294182235251322520</id><published>2009-06-18T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:17:38.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How-to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turtles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turtle-Whisperer'/><title type='text'>How to of the Day</title><content type='html'>I don't actually have a useful "How to" to offer right now. But I made an iGoogle page not too long ago and I now spend my day adding cute widgets to it. (Widgets make me feel like a super cool Mac-owner) Anyway, I have a how-to widget and today's how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Trim Your Cat's Nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vom. It made me chuckle though because I was going to post about the stupid cat I get stuck spending 8 hours with. EVERYDAY. My boss thinks I'm a Cat Whisperer. He sits on my chair with me as if we're best friends for life. And then he walks all over my laptop, hitting keys, getting in my way, ruining life. Then he chews on the power cord as if it's his meal for the day. And my boss just finds this all so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am turtle-sitting this week. I like to think I'm a Turtle-Whisperer. But I've concluded that turtles are WAY better than cats. I would gladly invite the adorbs (thats short for adorable in case you didn't catch that) little turtle to walk over my laptop. He could sit on my chair with me too if he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a tidbit of advice from the how-to..&lt;br /&gt;"Do not use nail clippers or scissors made for humans. It splits the cat's nails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross. My advice would be to just get rid of cats. Get a turtle instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-4294182235251322520?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4294182235251322520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4294182235251322520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/4294182235251322520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-of-day.html' title='How to of the Day'/><author><name>Ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06928022863720161924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5080833653190337387.post-4071322345375353611</id><published>2009-06-17T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:27:03.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goldman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>thank god i don't work here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/Sjk1XIdU6gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/340uiV8c9kk/s1600-h/Prank-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGaYCSWaxv4/Sjk1XIdU6gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/340uiV8c9kk/s320/Prank-1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348364704002927106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss, who shall henceforth be referred to as goldman, just sent me this photo. i love that he has the sense of humor to 1.) not do this to me and 2.) still show me that other people DO do this. let's just say this internship kicks my last internship's ass (i'm sure another day when i'm bored at work i will elaborate on my experiences with the $1 million palatte. no joke.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; chose not to give me a workspace at all. sweet.&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? 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Holler! Halo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":1aa" dir="ltr" class="kl"&gt;Welcome to our first post!  Just to clarify, we know unridiculous is not a word. But we make up words a lot, so learn to love it.  As our About Us pointed out (if you didn’t read that-go do it now), we have super unridiculous lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why we made this blog?  Well Morgan has some saying she keeps spitting out, “Lookin’ fine in Summer ‘09”. I don’t even know. But either way, we know this summer is going to be an adventure and we want to share it all with you! You’ll find us amusing, I’m sure of it.  And you’ll fall in love with us within a few posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you expect us to post about?  Hm, well, we’re way random so you’ll always be in for a fun surprise!  And since we both look for ways to kill time at work, you should check often because we’ll be posting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id=":39" class="kd" live="polite"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;if i (morgan) had to tell you what my favorite activity was, hands down, without a doubt, it would be laughing.  i am always up for a new adventure that will lead to a fun story. this might lead to some poor decision making skills, but i'm okay with that. if i'm not going to make mistakes now, when will i? no regrets right? how many cliches do you think i can fit into one short post...i'm pretty confident i can cram them in. hmm, this sounds an awful lot like a personal ad. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just a warning, i like ellipses (... for all you non english junkies out there) a lot. you've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="kn" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span dir="ltr" id=":19r"&gt;I (Ami) am all about wanting a good life story-so I figure I should write these stories down so I can laugh and laugh about them later on.  And they’ll be funny, because I’m pretty much hilarious.  And I’m a fireball. Call me that to my face one day. I’ll love you for it.  Also, I guess I should throw in a warning, you’ll hear (well really you’ll read) of me saying how hot we are. A LOT. I MAY just love saying “it’s because I’m hot” as much as Morgan loves ellipses.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":39" class="kd" live="polite"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have it. the inner workings of morgan and ami for the world to read.  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5080833653190337387-6500077618998793571?l=unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6500077618998793571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6500077618998793571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5080833653190337387/posts/default/6500077618998793571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unridiculousnyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>morgan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326120009267647780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
