Wednesday, August 31, 2005
( 12:38 AM ) teahouse
Poydras Street is Under Water
I can't sleep. I'm totally devastated about the city where I used to live, the city that's dear to my heart, the part of the country I'm from (even though I live in the Big Apple now).
Watching the news is making me crazy.
It's heartbreaking to see the images of street signs that are rapidly being overtaken by the rising water level, and thinking, "I used to drive down that street on my way to the chambers of the Judge I worked for" or "Gee, I-10 is in pieces in the bayou..I used to drive on it back and forth to school."
And why are those people looting?? Does a free tv from Walmart really help you when you have no electricity, water or plumbing and your house is gone?
I have friends who have evacuated and who tell me that they will have to wait at least 2 weeks to find out whether their houses are still standing.
I feel so helpless and far away. I feel so guilty for moving to New York and having a good life. Guilty for going to a tennis tournament yesterday, when friends and neighbors were swimming for safety.
It's the combination of the Catholic and Asian guilt. With a dash of something new - the neurotic New Yorker guilt - mixed in there. #
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
( 9:23 AM ) teahouse
Venus, Serena and Katrina
My heart goes out to all of the people in Louisiana and Mississippi who have lost their homes and loved ones.
I remember having to evacuate in 1998 for Hurricane Georges. It took us 4 hours to drive about 30 miles west on I-10. I took some fellow friends to my parents' house, which was out of danger. We were hurricane refugees.
When I was a kid, we had regular hurricane drills in school. We even had little kits with fresh water, hurricane tracking charts. It was just a part of life where I grew up.
So on a lighter note, I played hooky from work yesterday and spent the day here.
I didn't feel too bad, because it was work-sanctioned. My firm gave me really awesome tickets.
We were so close to the court, I was within 25 feet of Venus, Serena and Rafael Nadal (what a hottie!!). I could have thrown a tennis ball and hit each of them, I was so close.
Unfortunately, my camera batteries died, so I have no photographic proof! I could have kicked myself. You'll just have to take my word for it.
I did get to see my favorite female player win her match.
And on our way out, we passed a small court where a guy was warming up. Not too many people were paying attention; there were a few hanging out by the bleachers next to the court.
I gasped, "Oh my goodness..that's Lleyton Hewitt!"
Yeah, he was just hanging out and practicing his serve.
I think I swooned. #
Monday, August 29, 2005
( 12:17 AM ) teahouse
Fountain of Youth
So during my parents' visit this past month, I took some time off from work to drive them to upstate New York.
We visited Niagara Falls, the Corning Museum of Glass, looked at wineries in the Finger Lakes region and stopped in the charming town of Ithaca.
Somebody I know suggested that we visit Taughannock State Park, which has one of the highest waterfalls east of the Rocky Mountains.
With great anticipation, my parents and I drove up to the park and hiked the three-quarters of a mile to the falls. By the time we had reached the end, we were tired, sweaty, and excited about finally seeing it.
Ok, so before I go any further, make sure you click here to see what we were expecting.
This is what we actually saw (photo taken by me).
It was like somebody had left the faucet dripping. One of the park rangers told us there had been a drought.
Oh, well. I'll try again next year. Maybe after Katrina has made her way this far North? #
Thursday, August 25, 2005
( 8:54 AM ) teahouse
A Great Estate in Darbyshire
I didn't want to jinx it by mentioning it too soon, but....
Last week I signed a contract to buy an apartment.
Now, provided that I can get a mortgage and come up with the money for the closing, I will be a homeowner by the end of September.
It's totally freaking me out how much money I have to pony up at the closing.
After I buy this place, I'll have about $8 left in my checking account.
Anybody want to come over for macaroni and cheese? #
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
( 8:26 AM ) teahouse
Get Over Yourself
So for the past few days since I've been back, I've been working late, trying to catch up and push to make the billables before the end of August.
I promise that I'll post photos, as soon as I get a minute to catch my breath and sort through them.
Last night I left work at about 9 p.m. On my way down, a first-year associate got onto the elevator with me.
We acknowledged each other with a nod and a smile.
Then he reached into his bag, pulled out his Blackberry and started checking it.
Yeah, I guess it was REALLY crucial for him to make sure that no emergency emails had been sent in the 10 seconds it took for him to walk from his desk to the elevator!
I almost giggled. Honestly, I have a weird feeling that he was trying to impress me with his important job. .. Due to my youthful appearance and girlish figure, this isn't the first time I've been mistaken for a paralegal.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
( 8:38 AM ) teahouse
THB Is Back in the Hizz-ouse
I'm back, everyone!!
Lots to tell, photos to sort through, work to catch up on...I promise I'll have a proper post for you all soon.
It's nice to be back :o) #
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
( 9:08 AM ) teahouse
International and Exotic
I'm going on vacation and entertaining parents for the next couple of weeks. So I'll be offline for a while.
In the meantime, amuse yourselves with this story, and I'll see you guys closer to the end of August!
The Boy and I were walking through Times Square the other day, and we passed Flash Dancers, a, er, gentleman's club.
There was a sign on the door that made laugh so hard, I made the Boy take a photo with his camera phone.
Apparently, Flash Dancers is expanding into international cuisine.
I thought that men who visited strip clubs just stuck to the basics, foodwise.
You know, chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, maybe burgers. The food isn't exactly the main focus of the visit.
The Boy said, "Being a sushi chef at Flash Dancers would be pretty hazardous. Too many distractions when you're holding a sharp knife!"
Then he cracked us both up imitating a guy slicing sushi, getting distracted by the dancing naked women, and then cutting off his hand. "Ahhhhh!!!"
That would be some OSHA claim, wouldn't it? #
Monday, August 01, 2005
( 8:43 AM ) teahouse
Another dead mouse on my kitchen floor!
Mickey's brothers and sisters are exacting their revenge on me.
My friend J, who apparently isn't as squeamish about such things, came over, calmly picked up Mickey's dead sibling and disposed of it for me.
My kitchen floor is like a war zone, littered with the stains of dead rodent carcasses.
This was NOT in my lease. #