By Beauty Damned

What Doing?

I have been doing other stuff aside from watching shitty tv and reading trash, smokin cigarettes and sipping coronas. Yeah. I'm a classy gal. I know it.

Work is good. Weekends are better.

The air conditioning in my office kills me everyday. I freeze and no matter what I do in terms of contacting the proper people to get it taken care of, it is still icy cold, every day, while outside the sun is beating down a hundred degrees, humidity is through the roof, literally hell on earth as far as most New Yorkers are concerned. New Yorkers love to complain. They complain all day long. It's what they do. It's a way of life, actually. I have a heater at my desk in the middle of summer. Everytime I get up and go to the bathroom I come back shivering and have to warm myself. Apparently our building can't seem to figure out how to turn the temperature up a notch. This is how we complain. Then we go outside and bitch about how gross and hot it is.

So every weekend I try to do something fun, get out, enjoy the heat, find a body of water in which to immerse myself. I've been to Coney Island a couple times and last weekend Kathleen and Kimberly and I braved the public pool in Sunset Park. I haven't been to a public pool since I was a kid. I used to live across the street from Santa Monica Community College in L.A. That's where I learned to swim and on the weekends it was 50 cents to swim all day. It was a big beautiful Olympic size pool with another pool that was 12 ft deep beside it. That one had a high-dive. I loved the high-dive. Anyway this pool in Sunset Park didn't have any diving boards at all and it certainly didn't have a 12 ft deep pool. The water felt nice but I was skeeved out about all the people and hair and dead skin and any excretions and all that is associated with public pools. When I did handstands I could feel all kinds of creepy sediment on the bottom of the pool. I don’t know if the one in Santa Monica was less skeevey (I doubt it) or if when you’re a kid you just don’t give a shit about other peoples’ grime (that’s probably it), but I am pretty sure that's going to be the last time I ever go there. I'm glad I checked it out, but the more I think back on it, the more I realize I'd take the beach instead anytime.

In other news re: Maria’s kickass summer, I've never cooked brunch for a crowd before. I made Huevos Rancheros for 8 people over at my friend Jen Katz's house last Sunday. I've never cooked that fast for that many people. I could be a line cook. I never knew that about myself. I cooked 8 tortillas and 16 eggs faster than I ever imagined I might be able to. Kathleen spread the refried beans on the tortillas and I topped them with cheesy fried eggs. Kathleen made a beautiful fresh salsa with lots of cilantro and lime. That and sour cream were thrown on at leisure. I know I don't have to tell you that they were the bomb. Every bite was ecstatic. Of course, I can only speak for myself but it’s quite possible that if I were going to the electric chair, I would want that to be my last meal (I’m a simple girl and almost nothing makes me happier than good Mexican food). Jen cooked up some veggie sausages and some delicious Italian sausages and amazing potatoes with bell peppers and mushrooms and onions. And of course, we had mimosas, and when the champagne ran out we had mango rum, orange juice and seltzer. After we ate and enjoyed being in the kitchen, we all went up to the roof of Jen’s apartment and checked out the view. It was lovely. An experience I hope to repeat again soon. Now I've gone and made myself famished.

Foooooood.

This weekend Rob is taking Kathleen, Charles and I on a little trip to Pennsylvania for a couple Heelys demos. I'm excited to go on a roadtrip with my best friend and her boyfriend and my boyfriend and stay in fun hotel rooms that we don't have to pay for and work for Heelys, which is good times. I love Robert's jobs. They always come with perks. He's worked for Heelys for a long time, but when he worked at MGM it was the movie premiere parties and now it's fun roadtrips and hotels. He gets amazing deals on Priceline and pays heed to the bottom line, but he always makes sure his girl is comfortable. I'm not high maintenance, but there's nothing I hate more than a Super 8 or Days Inn. The best part is that I get to spend the entire weekend with Rob, which is rare because he almost always works weekends. I only get to hang with him if I work too. So I'm pretty hyped about our excursion that starts tomorrow. Yay! Room service! Swimming pool! (not public!) Here I come.

Posted by Maria at July 28, 2005 09:41 PM | TrackBack