March 10, 2010
When I was 17, I shipped myself off to dork camp at Georgetown for the summer.  My much more driven and focused cousin convinced me that the “Summer College for High School Juniors Program” would be good for our resumes and help us get into college.  Once we got there, she buckled down and got to business getting good grades.  I decided to get into as much trouble as possible since I was away from home for the first time.  And that’s when I met Brittany, Caroline and Megan.   Brittany helped me run a fake ID operation out of my dorm room.  Caroline and I played a game where we scared the hell out of each other by hiding in closets, showers and under each other’s beds all summer.  We all went shopping on M Street and bought overpriced clothes at dumb stores like Abercrombie with our parent’s money.  We went to the campus cafeteria and loaded our plates up with pizza and pasta while the rest of the girls in the program worried if the staff really sprayed calories on the lettuce.  Caroline, Megan and I used those fake IDs to get three of the dumbest tattoos money can buy and then snuck into a fratty bar to show them off.  It was one of the best summers of my life.  We all went off to different colleges but kept in touch over the years and realized that we all live in the city now.  We recently had dinner to catch up and it became clear as day: We’re almost ten years older with big girl jobs, boyfriends, and lives, but not a damn thing has changed.

When I was 17, I shipped myself off to dork camp at Georgetown for the summer.  My much more driven and focused cousin convinced me that the “Summer College for High School Juniors Program” would be good for our resumes and help us get into college.  Once we got there, she buckled down and got to business getting good grades.  I decided to get into as much trouble as possible since I was away from home for the first time.  And that’s when I met Brittany, Caroline and Megan.  

Brittany helped me run a fake ID operation out of my dorm room.  Caroline and I played a game where we scared the hell out of each other by hiding in closets, showers and under each other’s beds all summer.  We all went shopping on M Street and bought overpriced clothes at dumb stores like Abercrombie with our parent’s money.  We went to the campus cafeteria and loaded our plates up with pizza and pasta while the rest of the girls in the program worried if the staff really sprayed calories on the lettuce.  Caroline, Megan and I used those fake IDs to get three of the dumbest tattoos money can buy and then snuck into a fratty bar to show them off.  It was one of the best summers of my life. 

We all went off to different colleges but kept in touch over the years and realized that we all live in the city now.  We recently had dinner to catch up and it became clear as day: We’re almost ten years older with big girl jobs, boyfriends, and lives, but not a damn thing has changed.

And now, a picture of a calm baby and puppies to offset the anger below.

And now, a picture of a calm baby and puppies to offset the anger below.

Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery, My Ass.

It has come to my attention recently that there are some blog copycats out there.  When I catch these people jocking my stuff, I get blackout rage-y for a minute (ALL CAPITAL LETTER style), but then decide that I will take The Highroad.  The Highroad involves me gritting my teeth while I add them to my SLAMTROLLS WHO COPY ME list and record link comparisons of which posts they copied.  

I like to give these people the benefit of the doubt, but its becoming harder and harder to believe that they are doing it subconsciously.  Additionally, I have discovered that my blog bestie has her own litter of copycats, which raises my rage level to ALL CAPITAL LETTERS, BOLDING AND A FONT SIZE INCREASE.

So, what do I do?  I’m not going to out them online, because that would be petty and cause Internet drama, which is the most embarrassing kind of drama.  But I am going to publish this passive-aggressive post, because it is quite evident that these people are reading my blog very. closely. 

KINDLY BACK UP OFF MY SHIT.

Calmly and Highroady,
Genna

“ It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.

~C. Dickens

(via caryrandolph)

March 9, 2010

Interior Decorating is Exhausting

  • Mom: Did you call me?
  • me: No.
  • Mom: I’m on my way home from a meeting with my new client. Where are you, still at work?
  • me: No Mom, I’m done for the day. Just relaxing at home.
  • Mom: Okay, well can you get in front of a computer?
  • me: You know I’m joking, right?
  • Mom: What do you mean?
  • me: I mean of course I’m still at work.
  • Mom: You are? Why?
  • me: Because its 4:52 pm in the afternoon.
  • Mom: IT IS!?!?!
  • me: Yes.
  • Mom: No it's not... oh my God, it is! I hate working again. I thought it was 6 o’clock. I’m so freaking tired. And starving! Are you kidding me? I left for this meeting forever ago.
  • me: Okay, this is one of those situations where I have to hang up on you now.
March 6, 2010

CHARLOTTE IS ALMOST HERE.  I mean, just look at that munchkin moving around!  She can’t wait to get out and play with Winston.

I am so excited for Georgina and John, but mostly I’m excited for me.  Jen and I are already brawling (slash comparing child CPR certifications) over who gets to babysit first.

I can’t wait to meet this beautiful wriggly little girl.

georgiegirlnyc:

Charlotte is up to something.  She’s been busy nearly all day.  WAY more than normal.  As I type this, my bump is all out of shape.

I got a little bit on video.

Winston also barged his way on screen.  Twice.

Dinner and a Show My friend Kate’s dad was in town this weekend, so he graciously took us to a lovely dinner and to see The Miracle Worker, which opened two days ago and stars Abigail Breslin. Before the play, we grabbed a bite next door at Toloache.  Considering options around Broadway can sometimes be limited to Sbarros or TGIFridays, this place had a downtown vibe with delicious ceviche, tacos and fresh guacamole.  If you’re ever catching a show, I highly recommend eating here first. The Miracle Worker is the story of Helen Keller and is playing at the Circle in the Square theater.  Abigail was amazing as Helen, but the real star was Alison Pill, who played her teacher.  The acting was so eloquent and heartbreaking that I didn’t even get to use any of my HK jokes. Sometimes I forget that NYC has so much to offer.  I think I have a natural aversion to anything touristy in the city, so I rarely venture out of my neighborhood bubbles.  I’m quite grateful that I had the opportunity to hustle up to Midtown on Friday night and take in a Broadway show.

Dinner and a Show

My friend Kate’s dad was in town this weekend, so he graciously took us to a lovely dinner and to see The Miracle Worker, which opened two days ago and stars Abigail Breslin.

Before the play, we grabbed a bite next door at Toloache.  Considering options around Broadway can sometimes be limited to Sbarros or TGIFridays, this place had a downtown vibe with delicious ceviche, tacos and fresh guacamole.  If you’re ever catching a show, I highly recommend eating here first.

The Miracle Worker is the story of Helen Keller and is playing at the Circle in the Square theater.  Abigail was amazing as Helen, but the real star was Alison Pill, who played her teacher.  The acting was so eloquent and heartbreaking that I didn’t even get to use any of my HK jokes.

Sometimes I forget that NYC has so much to offer.  I think I have a natural aversion to anything touristy in the city, so I rarely venture out of my neighborhood bubbles.  I’m quite grateful that I had the opportunity to hustle up to Midtown on Friday night and take in a Broadway show.

March 5, 2010
These are my Tumblr crushes. Kate, Suze, Georgina Alishan, Tanya, Hollee Meg, Veronica, Casey If you like dogs, babies or funny people, you should be reading these blogs.  I am a tumblr slut and have a lot of crushes that didn’t make this list, so I’ll post more of my favorites this week. Also, there must be a glitch, because Dear Baby (Brent, Melissa and Everly) should certainly be up there.

These are my Tumblr crushes.

Kate, Suze, Georgina

Alishan, Tanya, Hollee

Meg, Veronica, Casey

If you like dogs, babies or funny people, you should be reading these blogs.  I am a tumblr slut and have a lot of crushes that didn’t make this list, so I’ll post more of my favorites this week.

Also, there must be a glitch, because Dear Baby (Brent, Melissa and Everly) should certainly be up there.

Well That Was Awkward, Part 776

It’s been another long day at work.  I was on a conference call until 3:45 pm, so I just got around to ordering lunch – two smoothies, because that’s what I wanted and one isn’t enough when you eat lunch at 4 pm (or any time).  I drank them back to back, entirely too fast, to the point where I was shaking uncontrollably and my lips were shivering.  But don’t worry!  I had the perfect solution for this.  There is a radiator in the women’s bathroom that is always on too high, and whenever I’m freezing, I go in there and act like I’m sitting by the fire.  This is New York, people.  Don’t judge me.

The radiator is in a corner and the backside is the part that releases all the heat, so I sort of had to huddle/straddle it to raise my core body temperature back to normal.  We share the bathroom with other businesses on our floor and you have to use a key to get in, so you can hear someone coming.  Therefore, I was fully prepared to pretend to start washing my hands if someone came in.  Spoiler alert: This doesn’t end well.

I heard a key rattling, so I stood up quickly to turn around to the sink.  BUT my pants leg got caught on the nozzle and turned it on full blast right as the woman walked in.  I started screaming and trying to free myself as hot steam shot up my ankle and calf, while the rest of my body molested the radiator.  The woman gasped and then promptly ran out of the bathroom as fast as she could.  I screamed bloody murder for about 30 seconds and eventually wriggled my way free.  I think we’re only dealing with a superficial burn wound.

So, I’m definitely ending up in the elevator with that woman on the way out tonight.

Also, Kate’s dad is taking us to see a Broadway play about Helen Keller tonight and I just printed out a huge list of HK jokes, so this day never really had a prayer.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Jay-Z and Alicia Keys - Empire State of Mind

I had a dream last night that I sang Alicia Keys’ part on this song.  We released the video (where I also danced) and everyone was like, “WHO IS THAT WHITE GIRL WITH SO MUCH SOUL.”  And then Jay decided he wanted to leave Beyonce for me because he was so attracted to my talent.  BUT John Mayer got to me first and the paparazzi wouldn’t leave us alone while we were eating tacos and making out in the corner of La Esquina.

March 4, 2010

The Woman is S.T. Ruggling

  • [My mom was in rare form when she drunk dialed me and Pete last night.]
  • me: Well hello there, little miss.
  • Mom [sounding pathetic]: Hi.
  • me: How hungover are you?
  • Mom: Genna. I’m dying.
  • me: You were out of control last night.
  • Mom: I had to put the passenger seat all the way down and I was completely out by the time we got home.
  • me: Good lord woman.
  • Mom: Guess what. We met this couple whose son is an executive producer on The Office.
  • me: I know, we talked about it extensively last night.
  • Mom: Oh. I wish I could remember what their last name was.
  • me: Sullivan. Do you remember calling Pete a little bitch?
  • Mom: WHAT!? I did not.
  • me: Yes you did. You were on speaker.
  • Mom: What did I say?
  • me: You told him that you and Papa thought he was a really good person and said you were happy that we were together. And then you said, 'I’m just kidding, you’re a little bitch.'
  • Mom: Oh. Well...he must have been acting like a little bitch.
March 3, 2010
After the Longest Day in the History of Days, I am going home to put on obscenely large sweatpants, order expensive takeout and settle in for the night with this cinematic masterpiece. Let’s just say that if “around” turns out to be true, I feel very, very sorry for Pete.

After the Longest Day in the History of Days, I am going home to put on obscenely large sweatpants, order expensive takeout and settle in for the night with this cinematic masterpiece.

Let’s just say that if “around” turns out to be true, I feel very, very sorry for Pete.