Sometimes I feel like I don’t live New-Yorkily enough. Every time I go straight home after work to catch up on “Law & Order”, a part of me thinks about all of the girls my age who are sitting at swank bars with their swank friends trying to get boys to buy them whatever cocktail matches their swank dress. Every time I go to sleep before midnight because I have to wake up early to go to the gym and then take a shower and then watch the morning news like some geriatric, a part of me thinks of all of the girls my age at the Neon Indian or the Beach House show, staying out until 4 a.m. and then rolling out of bed again a few hours later in the same clothes to go to their start-up jobs in SoHo or DUMBO.
But I realized a minute ago that:
• tonight, I’m going with Kamran and our good friends to a second meal with a pedigreed chef who hosts secret dinners in his home
• tomorrow, I’m going to be an extra in a movie, and it’s not even the first time I’ve done that, either
• the next day, I’m going to the best restaurant in New York City for the third time with Kamran to celebrate his many accomplishments
I’m not saying this to brag. I’m saying this to tell you that I will not be made to feel bad about my life, so quit expecting me to be Carrie Bradshaw. Or Miranda Hobbes. You expect me to be the lesbian, don’t you? DON’T YOU?
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I often think about what people my age are doing, when they’re not parents.
I’d probably be sitting at home watching something on the TV that isn’t a cartoon and going to bed before midnight.
And maybe, just maybe, I’d go on a date.
Or maybe not. We’d probably just watch Discovery together.
“…so quit expecting me to be Carrie Bradshaw. Or Miranda Hobbes. You expect me to be the lesbian, don’t you? DON’T YOU?”
No way, dude. You’re Charlotte all the way.
hahahaha. xo
I second that Cassie.
Also – you go to the New York library and see ticket tape parades outside your window. I consider those things essentially New York, if even you’re doing them in Nikes instead of Jimmy Choos.
Big. There was a Mr. Big, right?! See… I know what you cool kids are up to! Don’t think I don’t know!
Also, when your life is turned into a movie I expect to be guaranteed a spot as an extra. Something all classy-like, too. *burp* Just saying.
:)
But you ARE Carrie. Did you even read your last post?
God that show was so much better than GIRLS.
/trolling