Since I have been insanely busy (lazy) this week while traveling up and down the Eastern Seaboard faster than Hurricane Irene, I present you with a Highlight Reel:
If you have never seen Mute Math live - you must drop what you are doing, go to ticketmaster or whatever site you prefer, and purchase tickets immediately. They are incredibly high energy, talented, and HOT. I have always been in love with the lead singer, but last night he was looking extra tasty and extra talented. Mademoiselle BlondeMess and I sweated our faces off while realizing that we were the only two girls in the 250 person venue who weren't with boyfriends. So, I just imagined myself betrothed to the band...
After mistaking a random man on the train for Stanley Tucci earlier in the day, I was skeptical when I saw a small Indian man walking towards me....but after staring for an uncomfortable amount of time, I determined that the man was in fact Aziz Ansari. He was just strolling down 3rd Ave in the Lower East Side, basically begging for me to join them. (He had that look in his eye, "Hey! Tall lady...come with us!") Yet, when I did an about-face and started following him, Mademoiselle BlondeMess grabbed the back of my collar like a Mama Cat wrangling her kittens. So I didn't get a chance to meet him or let him buy me drinks all night...but in my mind, I did.
Good Luck Chuck (HauteMess) Strikes Again:
I can make ANY man get married...to the next girl he dates after me. Mr. Apathetic just got engaged. I am honestly happy for him. I decided that it was all too much to keep in and allowed myself to feel sorry for myself for 10min only. So I went into the bathroom at Senorita CalienteMess's New York Apartment and cried silently for 10min, wiped my tears, and got back into bed to start a new day. I am NOT sad because I miss him or it should have been me. But it is really really hard not to question my own value and what may be wrong with me...I mean, a girl can only send so many men into the arms of his future wife before questioning if she is doing SOMETHING wrong. However, SisterMess assured me that no one man I have ever dated was special enough...and that special guy is out there priming himself for me.
So I am not worried about myself or my future happiness, because I know that I am like wine & cheese! (I get better with age)