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Delayed Response

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

So, two interesting events happened today:

First, I received a bill from Fordham for $10 over a “student lockbox.” Umm, hello, I graduated two years ago. Why are you billing me now, and what the hell is a student lockbox? Sorry, you already took enough money from me. Your statute of limitations has run out!

Second, Mom found an Easter egg stuck between the hutch and wall in the living room. Apparently, it escape the clutches of my neice and nephew’s baskets during this year’s hunt. Well, there was the answer to the rancid smell we could not put our finger on. And, yes, we usually count, but my nephew apparently rehid some of the eggs when we were not looking.

I suppose you can call them delayed responses!

    Life’s A Beach

    Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

    I spent quite a nice weekend up in Massachussetts with Lexcie this weekend, and it was a nice break from New York City and Long Island. It was the first time I traveled up to Boston when I wasn’t the one driving. I had originally planned to take Fung Wah, until Jarid pointed out that Greyhound’s tickets are just as cheap. However, there was an accident on I-84 and we arrived an hour later than we were supposed to. Lexcie then gave me the grand tour of Boston, first stopping in Chinatown to eat at Peach Farm (where I ordered General Tso’s chicken, much to his expectation, haha), then walking up towards the North End to have dessert at Mike’s Pastry (by the way, if you ever go there, try the tiramisu – some of the best I’ve had!). The city is quite an interesting place. I definitely got a kick out of all the “hidden” T stations, especially the one that looked like it was housed in a 1700s court house of sorts. I think I’d like to go back in the day time and check out all of the non-touristy stuff I missed when I used to go to Boston with my cousins. Lexcie is quite a spiffy guide. Afterwards, we took the T commuter train back to Haverhill. I thought LIRR was bad, ending trains around 2 or 3 a.m., but every last T commuter train leaves at 12:10 a.m. (more…)

    Yuppificiation Yapping

    Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

    Most people use yuppification as a synonym for gentrification, but I think the term should be more widely applied to any product that’s changed to appeal to a snooty, yuppie culture. I often complain about it in person, but have never blogged about it. To put it simply: I hate yuppification. (more…)

    Tale As Old As Time

    Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

    So, Lexcie and I went to go see Beauty and the Beast on Broadway last Friday. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies, and I wanted to see the show before it officially closes in July. A co-worker did tell me there were some difference from the movie – mainly, it was more comedic and there were more songs. Overall, I gave it a seven out of ten stars.

    Why not ten, considering it’s one of my favorite movies? (more…)

    Thtuffy Nothe

    Sunday, May 27th, 2007

    Allergies have still not died down. Today was probably one of the worst – I was dizzy, felt sort of floaty and all I wanted to do was sleep. Every time I talk, my mom has to ask me to repeat myself because I’m all stuffed up and not speaking properly. Case in point, a phone conversation I had at work with a public relations guy in Florida:

    Me: This is Amanda
    PR: Oh, hi Amanda. I didn’t call to talk to you, even though I usually talk to you about Florida stories.
    Me (confused, because I had called him 15 minutes earlier and left a message about a story I was writing): Oh? Who are you looking for then?
    PR: Samantha
    Me: Samantha?
    PR: Yeah, Samantha left me a message about 15 minutes ago about some Florida story. I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
    Me: Oh, that was me. And my allergies.
    PR: That would explain it.

    Allergies nonwithstanding, I’ve gotten Samantha quite a lot – in fact, ever since kindergarten. There was a girl named Michelle in my class who always called me Samantha. A nun in high school. And then there was always confusion when I worked in the health food store; someone would call and tell my boss, “I need to talk to Samantha about ordering something.” Then my boss would say, “No Samanthas work here,” and that person would hang up. I’ve seemed to cause all sorts of confusion in my life.


    Yesterday was spent driving around Long Island. (more…)

    A Taste of New York

    Wednesday, March 15th, 2006

    Last night I went to a dinner with the CEO of an international hotel company at his New York hotel. I assumed it was going to be a press dinner to introduce his new hotel in China. The PR reps were so happy I showed up early that I got a sneak preview of the hotel. Then they tell me about dinner – it was called “Taste of New York,” a progressive dinner. I chatted up the CEO for a bit about the hotel, then they brought me into a meeting room, where the appetizers were set up.OK, meals have appetizers. But these were amazing. There was a Peking Duck in the middle of the room, posed and looking at us, with individual plates of duck around him, and the freshest sushi I have ever eaten in my life. It melted in my mouth. Dim sum completed the spread, while a famous NYC bartender mixed his signature martini. A PR rep was quick to get me a glass of Chardonnay. I met a few other people from Dow Jones, Reuters, and an investment magazine, but the 15 or so people that were in attendence mostly belonged to the hotel group.

    A British man came in and tapped his glass, inviting us into the next room. “You have just experienced a taste of Chinatown,” he said. “You will now experience a taste of Little Italy.” We were all seated around this lavishly decorated table with seashells, beach glass, and sea anemones. He opened another door, where we see a chef in a big white hat preparing the next course, ravioli, right in front of us, flames shooting from under the pan. He then presented each of us with one large ravoli filled with different cheeses and an egg/mushroom sauce. From what I’ve heard, this ravioli goes for $50 a plate at his restaurant. To complement the ravioli, we were given a glass of expensive Chardonnay.

    After we were finished with that, it was time for a taste of the Fulton Street Fish Market. Waiters came out with these plates stacked high with lobster tails, crabs, and raw oysters, with four different dipping sauces. We were given a glass of Moet champagne to complement the fish.

    The man tapped his glass after we were done, and we were called into the next room for a taste of the Meatpacking District. Filet mingon, deep-fried mashed potatoes, asparagus, and marrow graced the plate, with a glass of Cabernet Sauvingon to round out the meal. The only experience I’ve had with bone marrow was getting it extracted from my hip before I started chemo, so I assumed the bone on the plate was a decoration. But I saw people eating the marrow with a tiny spoon, and tried some myself. It didn’t taste bad at all.

    Following the meat came the salad, which wasn’t a lettuce-tomato-carrot concoction – it was all herbs, wrapped in a rice shell with dressing. After we finished that, it was time to top off the meal with the chef’s interpretation of The Big Apple. We moved into another room, where a tuxedoed man was playing the piano. Awaiting us were apple-shaped caramel cages filled with white chocolate mousse, whipped cream, and fresh raspberries, and chocolate truffles, dessert wines, and cold glasses of scotch surrounded us.

    All the while, my chair was pulled out for me, I was escorted everywhere, hotel staffers kept giving me drinks. Wow, fancy stuff.

    Most of the time was spent talking about traveling – I actually didn’t get much information about the hotel itself, but did make key industry contacts. I was having so much fun that I didn’t realize I had missed my 8:30 train. The next one was at 9:30, and I only realized it at 9:15. As I left, they handed me two gifts – a Smythson “Places To Remember” book and a Bedford Downing picture frame. As I ran outside, a bellboy hailed me a cab, and I made it on my train with 15 seconds to spare and an asthma attack.

    Oh, I so love having the international beat for the magazine. I can get used to these fancy lunches and dinners and Scottish accents. Who’dve thunk? I never thought I’d be writing about real estate, of all things. But it’s actually quite interesting.

    Scenes From A Chinese Restaurant

    Sunday, January 29th, 2006

    Last night I was at a Chinese buffet with Steve. I was adding some ginger and wasabi to the tekki maki and California rolls on my dish, when a woman came up to my side.”You’re brave,” she said, pointing to the green dish of wasabi. “My mother accidentally put a whole glob of that in her mouth a few weeks ago because she thought it was guacamole.”

    I laughed, and told her that the wasabi’s bite didn’t bother me very much.

    “May I hug you?” she asked.

    I thought this was a very strange request. Hugging someone because she can stand the heat of wasabi? Heck, whatever floats people’s boat. I let her hug me.

    “I beat cancer three years ago,” she whispered in my ear as she hugged me. “Just keep on smiling, like you are now.”

    She patted my arm, smiled, and walked away.


    It’s a bit hard for me to think of that scene last night without getting tears in my eyes. I never, ever let the cancer define me. With the exception of my prominent chest scar and feathery new hair, there’s nothing to remind me that I did have cancer. That’s why I thought she was hugging me because of my fondness for wasabi. I sometimes tend to forget.