Saturday night was one of my friends-from-when-we-worked-at-Barnes-and-Noble-together’s birthday party at a bar with the least character possible. Dominique was turning something ridiculous like 38–even though she acts more like eighteen–so it made sense that the party started at SEVEN P.M. And that everyone therefore left at nine.
I didn’t want to make polite/faux smalltalk with old co-workers and her family members who had driven in from Pennsylvania (what?), so instead, I sat and talked to my friend Nastassia all night and showed her my best seated dance moves, which are apparently not so impressive. The highlight of the night, though, was scraping all of the icing off the cupcakes Dominique had made–no doubt from the The Magnolia Bakery Cookbook–
eating it, and wrapping the cake back in some used wrapping paper. I thought the crinkled mess would tip her off that it wasn’t really a gift, but she opened it with all of the gusto of Christmas morning:
While I was at home for Thanksgiving, my parents took me shopping for a belated birthday gift. I was thinking of something along the lines of a handheld clothes steamer or the bedskirt that my mattress has sadly been lacking for two years now. You know, something useful. But instead, I got a Nintendo DS.
My best friend, Tracey, sort of talked me into it by doing schoolwork the entire time I was home and forcing me to entertain myself with her own DS, which she received as a gift from her fiancé the night he proposed to her, and which I made fun of her for endlessly. Because, you know, it’s nerdy. And not in, like, a hipster way.
I’ve never considered myself a videogame person and find myself kind of ill at ease walking in to a game store full of men who know I’m a total fake as I buy my Snood 2: On Vacation and my New York Times Crosswords instead of legitimate gamer games. But still, don’t I totally look like Liv Tyler/Carrie Underwood/America Ferrara on those amazing DS commercials that just sort of show them playing and smiling and haven’t managed to sell a single DS to anyone to date?:
Not to add to your narcissistic impression of me, but OMG, watch this amazing video of me that my Internet-turned-REAL-LIFE friend Aaron the Australian posted in his journal from the lightroom at the Top of the Rock observation deck:
Maybe I only enjoy it so much because it’s two minutes of pure, unadulterated ME, but don’t you sort of love how lost I look there toward the end? I like to think it’s just because Aaron’s not playing with me and not because that’s really how I act in my everyday life.
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
