I consider myself a lucky girl. I live in the greatest city on earth, have a loving family a mere hour outside the city, a boyfriend I adore, girlfriends who are as goofy as they are glamorous, and a career that doesn’t require I punch a clock everyday. While the latter is ideal in many [...]
Archive for July, 2008
July 25th, 2008
Oysters with an Ex
They say oysters are an aphrodisiac. Like figs, dark chocolate and red wine. Right now, I’m hot for oysters. But I want ‘em cold, raw, fresh—to pump up my libido after heartbreak burned me before the sweaty “dog days” of summer even had their chance. I’m not usually the biggest fan of raw oysters (shoot [...]
July 19th, 2008
Whine and Wine
In college, I worked a lot of restaurant jobs. Not at Zagat-recognized places with Food Network appearing, celebrity chefs. More like hole-in-the-wall downtown joints, or off the radar bohemian lounges where you might get tipped with some killer cannabis. My oddest stint was at a place owned by the mob. After Versace was shot, there [...]
July 15th, 2008
With Sweet Comes Sour
I’m a dweller. I dwell. On disappointments, recipe missteps, drunken misgivings from the night before, and of course, break-ups. Lately, the Italiano has been the sole subject of my dwelldom. Little things are reminding me of him everywhere. I know that Italy didn’t even make the Euro finals, but I can’t stomach the idea of [...]
July 12th, 2008
On the Prowl
It’s true that Celest and I are sometimes like a lez couple with no sex between us. I like to say she’s the chocolate to my honey. We go out on the town (and beyond) together a lot and we’re a great pair because our tastes are similar and our philosophies on what’s fun are [...]
July 2nd, 2008
Lick It and Love It, by Celest
“Will you ladies be having any dessert tonight?” the waiter asked optimistically. “Oh, no thank you…I’m just so full…not really into sweets,” the group of young women lied in unison, believing that the secret to saying “no” to dessert comes from clinging to the group’s collective, joyless willpower. Of course, I’d watched them each consume [...]
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