Friday, October 3, 2008
I'm giving in...
...to the seven randoms tag.
Number One... I eat sushi with a fork and knife. I believe that this stems from bizarre eating patterns and body image issues I had in high school when I strived to be skinny. I have to be able to eat food in very small bites. Sadly, this need for consumption control has stayed with me. The only time I ever use chopsticks is on a first date. Now we all know that I'm a freak show, but I try to hide this from the guy for as long as possible.
Number Two... Most people know within moments of meeting me how my parents met. In case I haven't already mentioned it 72 times, it happened under a tree at the University of Miami. I grew up in a house in Coral Gables just minutes away from this very sprout. My parents came from two different worlds: my mother from a wealthy, Waspy New York family and my father, a Miami boy, from humble beginnings and a kosher home. When Louis Vuitton came out with the Speedy bag, Palm Beach was the only place in Florida that you could purchase one. My mom made my dad drive her there to get a monogrammed one. I now carry it around. In turn, mom bought my dad a Louis Vuitton tennis racket cover. They were married at the Pierre Hotel in New York City. I realize that this was like 17 random things, but I can't help it. My parents' marriage is everything to me. It gives me faith.
Number Three... I say, do, and experience a lot of things that I don't deem blog-appropriate. I like to keep this forum prim and proper. Unfortunately for most of you, this means you're missing out on a large chunk of my brilliance. If you ever need a good laugh, email me. I'll email you back a quote or a story that's fall-off-your-chair worthy. Promise.
Number Four... I was lavaliered my sophomore year of college. For those of you who aren't aware of this tradition, it is when a boy gives his girlfriend a charm that is a monogram of his fraternity letters. The charm is put on a chain and worn around your neck. It is said to be a promise to engagement. I had a candlelight ceremony at a sorority meeting to mark this milestone. The lights are dim and electric candles are passed around while the girls sing. No one except for the president knows who they are celebrating until the lavaliered (or engaged) girl gets ahold of the candle and turns it off. It was one of my favorite moments in college. The necklace itself was hideously boring. I wore it for about two weeks. As for the boy, we broke up two years ago. I have loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him and always will.
Number Five... I never, ever envisioned myself living here. I grew up visiting the city, staying at the Waldorf and taking ice skating lessons at Rock Center but I've never been die hard about New York the way so many people are. I moved here after graduating college to be geographically closer to my family, who currently live on Long Island. I didn't imagine myself falling in love with this place as I so have. I'm glad I was wrong.
Number Six... I grew up collecting teddy bears, hand bells, and Pez dispensers. My mother has a number of different collections and tried to instill this in me. My greatest collection is now my wardrobe. Each piece tells a story. My first job here had fantastic sample sales that were employee only. Every time we had one I'd leap from my desk and eagerly wait in line with my wallet. I could never convince any of pals to accompany me to the sales because they are a hot mess with clothes everywhere and lots of mandatory digging. Have I mentioned that I am a very patient person? Among my many finds were an Alberta Ferretti top, a Cynthia Vincent dress, and a sheer Tracy Reese number, all brand new with tags. I paid four dollars a piece.
Number Seven... I'm considering doing a question and answer segment, in which my lovely readers get to ask me questions to which I will provide candid yet thoughful answers. However, I think I probably already say too much and people probably don't want to know any more. What do you think?
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!