Twenty-one years of my life were spent just outside of Manhattan and the only celebrity I saw was Matthew Broderick, outside the theater where "How To Succeed In Business..." was playing. (My friend's mom had taken us to see "Les Miz" and when she realized the dude in full-on cycling attire stepping through the door was Broderick, this middle-aged woman screamed: "We love you Ferris!"
Anyway, 21 years with just the one sighting, but within an hour of being in NYC I've not only seen Brad Gilbert (a former top tennis player, Andre Agassi's former coach and current coach of Scotland's Andy Murray) but I'm currently sitting at the table next to him, totally eavesdropping (hee hee, he said "fuck"). And trying desperately to get a cameraphone photo without being totally obvious. Alas, I think I'm too close to him to snap that pitcha.
Edit: Brad just said "morning" to someone who walked in looking all sporty. Perhaps a player or coach? I'll try to get a better look. This is ace reporter TJD signing off.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
I just jaywalked in front of two police officers. I didn't notice them until I was about halfway across the street. As soon as I spotted them I looked down, as if my not being able to see them meant they couldn't see me. But they could. Every time I glanced up I locked eyes with one guy who could. not. believe. that I was continuing to walk toward him. (It wasn't a particularly safe place to jaywalk -- not only because it was right in front of an Oakland police building but also because it was a street used as a freeway offramp.)
As I approached the two men in blue I said, "Sorry, guys. I'm from the East Coast. That's just how we roll, yo."
Not really. I actually mumbled a soft "sorry" and looked at them all earnestly and lied, "I'm late for a job interview. I really have to run."
They nodded me away, the disgusted look still on their faces.
As I approached the two men in blue I said, "Sorry, guys. I'm from the East Coast. That's just how we roll, yo."
Not really. I actually mumbled a soft "sorry" and looked at them all earnestly and lied, "I'm late for a job interview. I really have to run."
They nodded me away, the disgusted look still on their faces.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Here's the thing: I can't really write much about what really matters. A few veiled references, maybe, but nothing substantive. Maybe at the end of the year I'll become really reflective and pound out a tome about the good, the bad and the motherfucking ugly of 2006. But right now I still feel like most of what I'd like to say would either hurt/offend people or just make everything super awkward.
So what to use this SIX-YEAR-OLD blog for? Well, lots of little photo entries. Those are fun. An occasional meme. And right now, a little list. I was listening to music that reminded me of a friend and I started thinking about some of my favorite memories of her. So here's a handful of 'em. I think I'll do it for all of my peeps. But right now, five of my favorite moments with Allison:
1. Driving to Spring Valley (or somewhere near there) with Alli, Larissa and someone else (can't remember) to pick up alcohol for Allison's big hotel party during the second half of senior year (of high school). It was my first such soiree and it was fun. And eventful. Before staying up all night talking to Eileen and Jason, I talked lots of smack about a close friend, who heard all about it. A mostly silent but super dramatic war began and lasted the rest of the spring and beyond. But back to the drive to Spring Valley, I think that was when I realized Alli and I had become close.
2. Fifth grade! There's not one particular moment, but this was when I first met Allison. We weren't friends. I had only two friends, really. It was a terrible year. Good in a lot of ways, in retrospect. I spent just that one year in Upper Saddle River. It was seven years later when Allison and I really became good friends.
3. New Year's Eve, 2003. I had just moved back to NJ. My teary goodbye at Oakland Airport was still in my head as I walked around the roof of Alli's apartment with a bunch of old friends, eyeing the TV in the gym to find out when, exactly, to run around shouting "Happy New Year." I was back, spending the big night in The City (the only one) with my favorite people, but after three consecutive NYEs with Ben, it was a rollercoaster of a night.
4. New Year's Day, 2005. Back with Ben, we, along with Lauren and Alli, had done the Times Square thing. It was one of two perfect NYEs with him (the other three were spent at Minna with Terri, in a fight at our apartment, and in the midst of the strangest moments of my life in Berkeley). The best part of that trip, though, was waiting around to get into a fabulous brunch place on New Year's Day. Waiting on the stairs with Angela and Bryan, eating the best bacon ever, chillin' with my favorite ladies.
5. Rent (the movie) during one of my last days in NYC before moving back to the Barea at the end of last year. It was November, the scent of burning wood was in the air. I met Alli and Lauren up by Columbia, an area I had not really explored, for the perfect NYC diner meal and a movie that all of us were so geekily connected to.
Fin.
So what to use this SIX-YEAR-OLD blog for? Well, lots of little photo entries. Those are fun. An occasional meme. And right now, a little list. I was listening to music that reminded me of a friend and I started thinking about some of my favorite memories of her. So here's a handful of 'em. I think I'll do it for all of my peeps. But right now, five of my favorite moments with Allison:
1. Driving to Spring Valley (or somewhere near there) with Alli, Larissa and someone else (can't remember) to pick up alcohol for Allison's big hotel party during the second half of senior year (of high school). It was my first such soiree and it was fun. And eventful. Before staying up all night talking to Eileen and Jason, I talked lots of smack about a close friend, who heard all about it. A mostly silent but super dramatic war began and lasted the rest of the spring and beyond. But back to the drive to Spring Valley, I think that was when I realized Alli and I had become close.
2. Fifth grade! There's not one particular moment, but this was when I first met Allison. We weren't friends. I had only two friends, really. It was a terrible year. Good in a lot of ways, in retrospect. I spent just that one year in Upper Saddle River. It was seven years later when Allison and I really became good friends.
3. New Year's Eve, 2003. I had just moved back to NJ. My teary goodbye at Oakland Airport was still in my head as I walked around the roof of Alli's apartment with a bunch of old friends, eyeing the TV in the gym to find out when, exactly, to run around shouting "Happy New Year." I was back, spending the big night in The City (the only one) with my favorite people, but after three consecutive NYEs with Ben, it was a rollercoaster of a night.
4. New Year's Day, 2005. Back with Ben, we, along with Lauren and Alli, had done the Times Square thing. It was one of two perfect NYEs with him (the other three were spent at Minna with Terri, in a fight at our apartment, and in the midst of the strangest moments of my life in Berkeley). The best part of that trip, though, was waiting around to get into a fabulous brunch place on New Year's Day. Waiting on the stairs with Angela and Bryan, eating the best bacon ever, chillin' with my favorite ladies.
5. Rent (the movie) during one of my last days in NYC before moving back to the Barea at the end of last year. It was November, the scent of burning wood was in the air. I met Alli and Lauren up by Columbia, an area I had not really explored, for the perfect NYC diner meal and a movie that all of us were so geekily connected to.
Fin.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Dear Sally,
I just busted out a "hellbitches 10,000." Not 2,000, but TEN THOUSAND! Why? I downed one too many graham crackers and felt a little bloated.
Love,
Felicity
(And so ends a post no one will understand or find funny except one Sue Logris. Suck on that, Internets!)
I just busted out a "hellbitches 10,000." Not 2,000, but TEN THOUSAND! Why? I downed one too many graham crackers and felt a little bloated.
Love,
Felicity
(And so ends a post no one will understand or find funny except one Sue Logris. Suck on that, Internets!)
Friday, August 4, 2006
Kelly Singing Breakaway 10 Feet in Front of Me
She surprised the audience by coming out to perform Breakaway and the beginning of Since U Been Gone. Where did she wind up? TEN FEET IN FRONT OF ME. The best part: the two snarky gay dudes sitting next to us missed the whole thing. Right before this she did a new song, so they scooted past us saying something to the effect of "new song, eh, time to hit to bar." Fast forward three minutes. Hahahaha. Suckas.
The highlights of the show: Kelly was in great voice, the people watching - from the little girls in their homemade shirts to the bitchy gaybois - was first-rate, and Kelly covered a Marc Broussard song, which Ernie and I thought was pretty damn cool.
Here's Ernie's dead-on description of the night.
And here's a video of Because of You - courtesy of my little camera, which previously had only filmed baby cousins crawling around the room.
And here's a snippet of Breakaway, sung, once again, TEN FEET AWAY FROM ME.
The highlights of the show: Kelly was in great voice, the people watching - from the little girls in their homemade shirts to the bitchy gaybois - was first-rate, and Kelly covered a Marc Broussard song, which Ernie and I thought was pretty damn cool.
Here's Ernie's dead-on description of the night.
And here's a video of Because of You - courtesy of my little camera, which previously had only filmed baby cousins crawling around the room.
And here's a snippet of Breakaway, sung, once again, TEN FEET AWAY FROM ME.
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