magical dream date

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I was supposed to be taking Amy out for a magical dreamdate on saturday night, but it was she who swept me off my feet.

We met up in the west village and started our evening at Taim.  I was not prepared for how warm it was going to be yesterday so I was way overdressed.  The ginger lemonade was exactly what I needed.

After filling ourselves with middle eastern deliciousness we went to the theatre to pick up our tickets but then still had an hour to kill before the performance.  While wandering through the west village we came upon One if by Land, Two if by Sea, pictured above.  It was so beautiful, it made me want to come back in some alternate reality where i'd actually be able to afford to eat there.  But I did have one of the best cocktails i've ever had.  They call it a "darker and stormier", it's on their seasonal fall drink menu list and contains muddled blackberries.

Being at the restaurant we had to discuss what the name meant.  "something from a poem maybe?" "Something about warning people".  Well we were close (not really).  It's from a Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem about the midnight ride of Paul Revere and how they would signal with a lantern to spread the word.  I had to look it up.  But what struck me was that just the other day when we were in the Met walking around waiting for Meghan we walked right past this painting:

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Is it a sign?  Or does there need to be a third Paul Revere reference in my life?  That's how it works right, threes?  Alright well I'll keep a vigilant watch, not unlike those townfolk.  I've got my eye on you Paul Revere.

Anyways, back to the dreamdate.

My drink was the perfect thing to have before settling in to my theatre seat.  The play was interesting.  It's been really weird going to see so much theatre lately after not having gone in so long.  It takes me back.

At this point I would really like to get Amy, Dan, and Meghan together to discuss the plays I've taken them to.  I feel like they've been so incredibly different, and yet at the same time so alike.  I only wish I could take them, and everyone, to see "Three Eco Friendly Self Propelled Clowns" but until somebody wants to do a revival it will just have to live on in the memories of those of us blessed enough to have been in the audience.

I like this idea of the theatre dream date.  Maybe it will be my thing.  Like Barbara Walters most fascinating people.

Lies

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I google searched for "sexy male secretary" and believe it or not this was the only picture that even came close.  wtf?

Anyways, I was under the impression that if I wore a low cut blouse and did a lot of smiling I could have a cushy job sitting behind a desk at any company U.S.A.

Lies! 

I have spent every day this week at work sending out resumes to anybody I can possibly send a resume to.  Like seriously.  I've actually just started going to websites for businesses that I would like to work at and then sending them my resume begging them to hire me. 

Lets see, what kind of work did my education prepare me for.  Well we did lots of group projects, eye to eye knee to knee, pqp, etc.  Oh and there was that time we had to do the 100 source annotated bibliography, that was hard.  Hmm.  Let's see, an hour and a half of theatre class, 5 days a week for 7 years.  That's got to count for something right?  right?

::cricket cricket::

I got an A on a book report I wrote based entirely on the back jacket of the book.  I think that pretty much sums up my experience with "work". 

  Dear Oprah,

         May I please live on your island while you are not using it?  I can make myself scarce whenever you want to come by, I promise.  Thanks.

   xoxo

dream date pt 1

Last week at work I decided that I wanted to take in a day at the Theatre so I asked Dan if he'd be interested in accompanying me.  He said he was and that he would even wear a dress, which he didn't.  But we still had a magical dream date on Sunday together. 

We got to the show early because I was paranoid about getting our tickets so we ended up being like 40 minutes ahead of time for a show that was not very well attended to begin with.  After sitting in the lobby for a few minutes we decided that we should probably go somewhere and get a drink while we waited instead of being lurkers. 

We found this cute bar in the west village that actually had a live band!  It was so fun, and kind of sad because there were maybe 4 or 5 other people at the bar besides us to even listen to them.  But even so, it was really cool, I forget how fun live music is.  It made me remember all the times I've been places to hear Leah sing, like in the lobby of Charleston Place.  I always feel so sophisticated. 

Whatever this bar was that we ended up at we picked it because Dan said they had the BEST bloody mary's:

They decidedly were not the best bloody mary's but they weren't the worst.  The worst bloody mary I've ever had was at HK, but I digress.  These just needed a little salt and pepper and they were good to go.