First page of the creeper archive.

turns out nyc does just fine on the 4th.

Posted by jessica on Jul 6, 2011 with 9 Comments
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I have to admit: this holiday didn’t suck. It didn’t suck at all, in fact.

Oh, non-sucking holidays are a gift. A GIFT, I tell you. And I have learned to appreciate them as such.

And as my friend and (once again! yay!) apartment-mate Betsy just said: “You have had a very New York few days.”

They included:

  • Watching the fireworks over the Hudson River from an office in the New York Times Building. Great view. Great people. Great fun.
  • Participating in my very first outdoor Roda (pronounced Hoda) in Columbus Circle. This is where we all sing and practice capoeira. I was nervous. But the crowd seemed to love watching it (with good reason–there are some amazing capoiestas in the group!)
  • Salsa dancing to live music in Columbus Circle afterward. What? SO FUN. And then when a strange looking man tried to dance with me, one of my friends grabbed me and quickly told him that “we need to practice.” The funny part is that the friend is a girl. I am not sure what, exactly, we were practicing for, but whatever it is, I hope it calls for some pretty bad salsa dancing between girls. Cause we had that down. And then whenever the creeper would get close, she would just grab my hand, leaving us awkwardly holding hands for no apparent reason to onlookers. Hilarious.
  • Eating dinner at the Shake Shack in Times Square. But I didn’t get a shake, which, upon reflection, was a bad move on my part.

So yes, it was a very New York Fourth of July and I have to say that I rather loved it.

I am smiling just thinking of it.

And tomorrow I get to go audition for a Broadway show–something else that is pretty New York, I guess.

it’s not about things, but the things help

Posted by jessica on Dec 20, 2009 with 12 Comments
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Christmas just isn’t Christmas without this little creeper, unfortunately.

santa never looked so good

Something about sentimentality keeps him resurfacing every year.
And something about my brother relentlessly searching through the box of Christmas ornaments until he finds his Santa that he made when he was little.
And then settles it on the tree in a place of honor.

Look at that pride he has in his craftsmanship.

homemade? I could hardly tell.

Can you believe that he decided to write for a living instead of continuing to craft these babies for Hallmark?

Some people just want a challenge I guess.

And I have to admit I have some attachment to this little ornament.

it's not christmas without this

I’ve had it forever I think. And it doesn’t hurt that my name is etched into it. In gold, no less. Who doesn’t love a tiny kitty in a stocking with the added bonus of their monogram? That’s what I thought.

But I definitely saved the best for last.
There’s one ornament that makes us all laugh. It’s all face and curls and a smile for days.
And look–

cheese.

Not much has changed.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

*please note that you can also see Jason in action, placing Santa on the top of the tree (much to our chagrin).