Tuesday, December 6, 2011


This weekend was my birthday, and now I'm the ripe old age of 22.  TWENTY-TWO!  So old.  Not.

My friends were really lovely and put up with all of my birthday whims, and I do believe it was the best birthday ever.  It started off on Friday.

The ladies at Cornerstone threw me an elephant-themed birthday party, which included pink champagne, the prettiest birthday cake, and tootsie pops.  Lindsay was freelancing for us that day, so she even got to join in on the festivities!  And I got to take home the extra cake.

On Saturday Heather placated me by running around town looking for a birthday outfit, and then we went out to 12th Street because it was its fourth birthday.  And then at midnight it was my birthday!  Yay!

This is the only picture I have from that night because my camera was dead.  It's the inside of a car that I rode in from 12th Street to One and One.  The 12 block car ride took approximately a thousand hours.

The next morning, we made our way down to Bondi Road, where we were going to have delicious brunch.  However, there was a bit of a wait, so we looked around for some coffee and stumbled upon Sugar Sweet Sunshine, which incidentally had both coffee and cupcakes.

Brendan got me a cupcake.  I picked out a blue one.  It was delicious and vanilla flavored and I still have half in my refrigerator.

However, even after we got coffee and loitered in different places along Rivington Street, the group at the table that we were supposed to take hadn't left.  About forty-five minutes in, Jean began staring them down, as pictured below.

That didn't work because the group was completely oblivious to our frustration.  So Heather, taking one for the team, went up to the group and asked them when they were leaving.  And because a birthday miracle happened, they left!

We then became our Australian waiter's favorite table ever, and I began Tweeting with the hastag #inappropriatebrunchconversation.

Then I ate some super delicious eggs benedict, which had regular bacon, instead of Canadian bacon, which I preferred greatly.  Birthday miracle #2!

To further confirm my notion that we were the waiter's favorite table, he brought out a dessert with a candle in it, and everyone sang happy birthday to me for the fourteenth time.   The cake had fruit in it.

We spent the rest of the day watching football at 12th Street, and various other persons stopped by to say hey and grab a drink.  When I got home in the very last hours of my birthday, I had another present waiting.

Reece my roomie got us a tea kettle!  It whistles when it heats up.  I know this because I used it today to make peppermint tea.

There was one last present from mi familia at work the next day, so now I have these pretty flowers on my desk at work.  And Chris Bennett called me up and took me to the benefit concert reading of She Loves Me for the Roundabout, with Kelli O'Hara, Jane Krakowski, Gavin Creel, and Josh Radnor.  And I was all like, Josh Radnor, I usually watch you in my computer on Netflix every night because I'm in the process of watching seasons 1 through 6 of How I Met Your Mother, but now, I just get to see you play the same character onstage.  Singing Ted!

I'm fairly certain that this birthday was the best birthday ever, followed closely by my 19th birthday, which lasted approximately 5 days long.  And I've confirmed that I'm really bad at not making a big deal out of my birthday.  But I'm so lucky to have friends who will put up with me :).


Friday, December 2, 2011

Courtney and Chris are normal human beings

Kristen O'Hara won a free happy hour at Turtle Bay tonight, so we're all going.  Since Chris Bennett won our last happy hour at Turtle Bay (causing Kristen to win this one) I am posting these pictures that I just found on my phone.

To set the scene: Courtney and Chris go to see Spiderman: The Musical, which is wholly underwhelming.  They go to Blockheads to fully discuss the extent of underwhelmingness.  It begins raining.  The waitress says, "Do you just want to drink until it stops raining?"  We say, YES!  Then, Courtney takes out her phone.

Chris: WOAH!

Chris: It fills me with awe and childish wonder.
Courtney: Uhm, sure.

Chris: (drinks some margarita)
Courtney: CanIhavesomeodat? 

Chris: Now SHE'S drinking summa dat drink, son!
Courtney: (through straw) Yee I am!

Chris: It is possible that I am the old man from Up in another life.
Courtney: If I get really close, do you think I can understand its soul? 

Chris: HAAAAYYYYY!!!  Let's go make friends with the people on 'The Ride'!!!
Courtney:  Haaaaaallllp!  ...but okay, that totally sounds like a great plan!

Happy Friday, loves.  I hope you have a splendid Friday.  If you so choose, come see me at Turtle Bay.  I'll be the girl making funny faces at the camera.


Thursday, December 1, 2011


Hi fraanz!  Happy December!  I'm so excited that the best month of the year is here.  Don't argue with me if you think otherwise.  You'll lose.

It has been a very busy work week, but that's okay because that just made it go faster.  Also, I started listening to Christmas music this week, so that just made everything better.  The "'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' by Bruce Springsteen" Pandora station is the best Christmas station ever.  Just LISTEN to it.

Yesterday was Wednesday, which meant that it was 12th Street Wednesday, as per usual.  But NOT as per usual, Andrea surprised me with a birthday cake - red velvet, my favorite.  You do learn a couple of things after rooming with someone for three years.

Heather helped light the candles, Brendan helped fuel Andrea with wine while she baked, and Sara helped rally the bar in singing "happy birthday."  I don't know if I would call that last one helping, but I love her anyways.

I blew out all the candles because I am the big bad wolf.  That last sentence was a little weird.  Then we all ate cake, even Mikethebartender.  I ate three pieces.  And took home six more.

Then Obama came to my mini-birthday party in his motorcade and made large crowds and police cars appear outside the bar.  For my birthday, of course.  We gave the people who were waiting to cross the street cake when they came in for drinks.

This morning, I snoozed my alarm for 45 minutes and then went to go get my license renewed and changed to New York State.  I took a picture of my old license because I knew they would take it away from me.  They stapled through it.  THROUGH it.  And now all I have is a crappy little temporary license.  It was rather anticlimactic.

I hung up some pictures in my room because I haven't lived in my apartment for five months now, or anything.  I thought it might be time to get around to it.  However, I clearly can't be trusted with anything.

I'm not really sure how I did this, but I somehow jabbed myself in the head with a mechanical pencil.  Jabbed?  Jammed?  All of these words are awkward.  I can't even.

Anyways, there's a baby hole there now.  If you can't see it, just trust me.

It's okay, though.  I got everything done.  And my hammer is pink.

My mom bought it for me.  Don't judge.

Tomorrow is Friday, everybody!  Rebecca Black taught me that that is the day that comes after Thursday.  Also, I get to wear blue jeans.  And isn't that always a reason to celebrate?


PS: I think this is the worst writing I've ever used in a blog post.  So that means the pitch I am about to start drafting will be great, right?  Yeah, I totally thought so.