Monday, March 31, 2008

      ( 12:06 AM ) teahouse
Silence is Golden

I caught a really bad cold earlier this week, and I've completely lost my voice. I can't speak above a whisper.

But I've found that refraining from talking often has beneficial effects.

I went to Starbucks and ordered a hot chocolate.

The girl messed up my order and somehow gave me a honey latte.

Instead of complaining, I just frowned and said nothing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she cried after an awkward silence. "I missed up your drink, didn't I? Let me redo it for you."

I had a document reviewed by a partner at work.

"I'm not sure this is what we want to say," he said, pointing at some passages I'd written.

Instead of apologizing and hurriedly making the change, I just sat and smiled.

"Well," he said, looking at it again. "I guess what you said DOES make sense..ok, we can keep it."

I think I've found a new approach to getting what I want in life.


Thursday, March 27, 2008

      ( 2:38 PM ) teahouse
Farewell, My Drag Queen

I had a hair and makeup run-through with a highly recommended makeup artist and hairstylist the other night.

"Please don't make me look like a geisha," I begged.

They promised they wouldn't.

But they LIED.

After the session, I met up with the Fiance.

He shuddered and ran away.

Yeah, I pretty much looked like the cross-dressing dude from Farewell My Concubine.

My hair was dramatically upswept, to the point where I looked like a Conehead:

Dear Mr. Makeup artist and Mr. Hairstylist: I know you're all fancy and you do runway models.

But if you're going to pick a character from any of these movies to model, is there any way you could make me look LESS like the drag queen/Conehead, and more like the actual hot Asian woman character?

Thanks in advance for your consideration,



Sunday, March 23, 2008

      ( 10:44 PM ) teahouse
Seasons Eatings

Wow..what a long Easter weekend.

It seems that I've done nothing but EAT for the past 72 hours.

On Friday, the Sister came up and we had a crawfish boil. We ate 30 pounds of those little critters!

On Saturday, we made blueberry pancakes for breakfast, Then we had a fancy afternoon tea with my bridesmaids and friends. Lots of sandwiches and scones and pastries!

This morning, we got up and had eggs for breakfast.

Then we went to Easter Sunday mass, and then came home and had barbecue ribs, grilled salmon, green beans and corn on the cob.

After the Sister headed home, I went out for dinner and had pasta.

I'm really lucky my wedding dress is open in the back and has a lace ribbon that can be adjusted for size.


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

      ( 8:27 PM ) teahouse
Stop and Smell the Roses

Thanks everyone for your support!

We've solved our problem, for the most part. And in terms of being stressed out about wedding planning, I've gotten over it and moved on. Things will never be perfect, but I'm doing what I need to do and trying not to let it affect my peace of mind.

I hope everyone had a Happy St. Patrick's Day.

I had a prime view of the parade from my office. I even work in one of those old buildings in Manhattan whose windows actually open!

It was great - my coworkers and I had bottles of Guinness, sat in the windowsill and chilled.

For just a moment, time stood still, the sun was shining, and life was perfect. And a sea of green provided an oasis of calm in the middle of all of the hustle and bustle.


Saturday, March 15, 2008

      ( 4:41 PM ) teahouse
Extreme Anger

Like most engaged couples do, we booked a block of hotel rooms at a discounted rate for our out-of-town guests who are coming into New York City for our wedding.

We were excited about this place - it's small and very affordable.

Several people emailed me last week to tell me they'd tried to book, but were told the hotel was full.

Curious, the Fiance called the hotel manager yesterday to ask.

It turns out that some RANDOM woman from California called earlier this week, pretending to be part of our wedding, and booked up 10 of the 15 rooms we'd reserved.

It's very shady. Sounds like she's a travel agent who's going around buying up blocks of rooms.

What's more, the hotel manager wouldn't help us out.

"It's too late," he said. "Those are her rooms."

"What part of she-stole-those-rooms-under-false-pretenses-and-you-have-to-call-her-back-and-say-she-can't-have-them don't you understand?" I asked him.

The Fiance said that in the almost 4 years of knowing me, he had never seen me so angry.

In the end, the manager said, very reluctantly, that he'll call this woman and ask her to give them back.

Even though she STOLE them from us. Even though she TRICKED the hotel into thinking she was with our party, and got our discounted rate.

I told the Fiance that we need to start looking for another hotel; I can't even deal with these horrible people anymore.

And you'd better believe I'm calling the Better Business Bureau, and I'm going to post something on TripAdvisor, Wedding Bee, The Knot, New York Citysearch and Hotels.com about this piece-of-shit hotel.

This is NOT a way to run a business.

My guests are screwed. They can't afford to pay $300 a night for a hotel room elsewhere in Manhattan.

They're all going to be staying with us in our 650-square-foot apartment.

I haven't been this angry in several years.


Friday, March 14, 2008

      ( 12:09 AM ) teahouse
Historic Occasion

Tonight when I got home from work, I was greeted by a surprise.

It was a large cardboard box that had been delivered by UPS, sitting in the entryway of my apartment.

It contained our very first wedding present!

$250 worth of bath towels! Hooray!

I'm really looking forward to this part of the wedding planning. Oooh, maybe it will be like Christmas every day!


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

      ( 12:23 AM ) teahouse
Dear Eliot

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around all of this. How could you do this to me? I feel like you cheated on me! And all of the other citizens of New York State.

I loved you! I told everyone how great you were! When you were Attorney General, I cheered for you when you went after those crooked Wall Street guys.

In 2006 I joined "Lawyers for Spitzer" to help elect you governor. I was so happy when you won. You were living proof that someone could rise to prominence in government without pandering to big business.

As it turns out, you were pandering to small, locally-owned business, weren't you?

I know that there's a lot of debate about whether prostitution should be legalized. And that many politicians are great at their jobs despite flaws in their personal lives. And that your family can probably forgive you and maybe we can all move past this.

But for now, I am completely devastated and heartbroken. It's like I never knew you, even after all these years. Right now I'm feeling so vulnerable.

So could you just sleep on the couch for a while? I need some time to think about whether we have a future together, and if I can move past this.


Monday, March 10, 2008

      ( 8:23 AM ) teahouse
Cuddly Soft

There are few things more embarrassing than...

Being in your martial arts class and diligently practicing your punches, while the aged and venerable Grand Master strolls around the room and watches everyone's form, and then having him call a sudden stop to the class and ask everyone, "Who's uniform smells so good?" while he leans over and starts sniffing at everyone's individual uniforms.

And then having to confess, in front of everyone, that it's you, because you have a partiality for using fabric softener when you do your laundry.


Wednesday, March 05, 2008

      ( 8:30 AM ) teahouse

We finally got our wedding invitations back. Contrary to my nightmares, they look lovely and are perfectly printed.

I spent the last 2 nights frantically stuffing envelopes with one of my bridesmaids.

Why is there so much crap that comes in a wedding invitation? Cardboard and vellum and smudging ink and calligraphy on the front, and a fat envelope stuffed to within an inch of its life.

My nails are ragged, jagged, rough and peeling. And my hands are covered in both papercuts AND fountain pen marks. NOTHING will remove fountain pen ink. I can't use nail polish remover, since it will make the papercuts sting. It's a big dilemma.

Yesterday I had a client meeting, and I looked down and realized for the first time my how bad my hands looked. I spent the rest of the meeting trying to hide them from view. As I was supposed to be taking notes during the meeting, this proved to be quite difficult and drew some raised eyebrows from the other attorneys.

This morning I was putting on my socks when I realized that I also have fountain pen ink on the bottom of my right foot.

How on earth did that happen???


Monday, March 03, 2008

      ( 12:04 AM ) teahouse
She Works Hard for the Money

Because I just started a new job, I've been working really hard and burning the midnight oil as necessary to show my new bosses that I'm eager and a go-to person.

I've been taking on a variety of projects - license agreements, legal research, litigation work, and lots of client counseling.

In between the long days at work and the busy late nights and weekends with the wedding planning, I've been burning the candle at both ends.

We ordered our wedding invitations a couple of weeks ago. It was a painful process - we had to look at several proofs, and there were some changes, and uncertainty on color palettes with the printers.

The other night I had a nightmare. In it, I'd gotten my wedding invitations back. There was a huge box with 100 of them. I opened the box and looked at one of them.

The first line read, "THB and Fiance cordially invite you to the celebration of their marriage . . ."

The second line read, "Licensor and Licensee hereby agree that the royalty to be paid upon delivery of the products listed in Appendix A attached hereto . . ."

"Hey, this isn't what we ordered!" I yelled in my dream. "Our wedding guests don't need to know this! And Licensor did not agree to those terms! Arghghghghghghgghghh!!!"

I woke up in a cold sweat.

Yeah, maybe I've been working too hard.


THIRTYSOMETHING (!!) year old Asian American New Yorker, lawyer, amateur musician, curious girl taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Don't mess with me - I'm short and I look demure, but I carry a big purse. And I've just embarked on the journey of married life in Manhattan.

Currently Reading
The Labors of Hercules by Agatha Christie

Currently Listening To
Mozart: Sinfonia Concertante

Currently Watching
Poirot: The Clocks

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