Hey blog friends. I know, I know, it’s been awhile. It’s just that, well, do you ever have those periods in your life when time seems to just pass you by and the days all blend together? A friend excitedly types “What’s new??” and you respond with the dullest “not much, you?” That was how I was feeling in the beginning of January. I didn’t have that, new year, new me, I can’t wait, little voice in my head (which would sound just like Amy Poehler as Joy from Inside Out). But now as we approach another month, I’m looking back at what good did come from the last few months.
My 2015 ended on a high note. I flew to Florida along with my entire family to celebrate my grandmother’s 95th birthday. I beam with pride, thinking about my grandmother.
This lady is the most popular woman in Delray Beach. Her apartment was filled with balloons, flowers and birthday cards. Most of the cards looked liked this:
|The lack of variety of Happy 95th birthday cards is a real opportunity Hallmark!|
My favorite cards was one that gave some history about what was happening in 1920, the year my grandmother was born, as well as famous people born in that year. Upon googling all those people, including Tony Randall and Walter Matthau, I declared my grandma the winner as she was the only one still alive. Winner!
My grandmother had a guest list of 70 people for her party–and have no mistake, those were mostly my grandmother’s friends. Not only did she have this list, but there was a B list if any of the A-listers couldn’t make it. Her party was held at a country club the morning after her birthday, which is on Christmas. We celebrated Grandma Laura with mimosas, brunch (aka lunch for most of the senior citizens) heartfelt speeches, and dancing. Apparently my grandma’s friends like to get down. We hired a piano player/singer who sang tunes from my grandma’s youth–a talented fedora-wearing, man with a lisp–popular on the Boca retirement home circuit.
Once the family festivities ended, the vacation began. My friend flew down to meet me in Florida and like Britney Spears in Crossroads, we hopped in a convertible and rocked out while we road tripped down to Key West.
|Good news, Sushi is on Instagram!|
Lastly, in attempt to bring some action to my January, my friends and I decided to attend a speed dating event. Yes, this is not just a device for comedic scene in rom-coms. These things actually do exist. As we entered the room at a downtown restaurant, I couldn’t help but laugh. How did I get here? Where in life did I go wrong? High School? College? Maybe I should have been looking a bit harder. I got myself a glass of wine and waited for a parade of 22 not-so-eligible bachelors to come my way. Each girl sat at a table and waited for a gentleman to sit down and talk with her. Every 3.5 minutes a bell rang. And we’re off! The first guy I met interpreted speed dating literally. The young Asian spoke non-stop, at a rapid pace, for 3.5 minutes. In the words of Jay Z: on to the next one.
I scanned the room, hoping I’d see someone I found attractive. I’m typically drawn to dark-haired, good looking (i.e. basic… can East Coast guys be considered basic?) Jews from the East Coast. Again, I really should have focused on this more when I was living amongst them in New York. Anyway, it had never crossed my mind what nationality/race most of the people attending a speed dating event would be. Well, now you ladies know, the answer is Indian men. Mostly ones with accents, English their second language. I couldn’t pronounce most of their names but luckily I wrote them all down! That way, after the event, you could go home, go online, and check off a box next to any of the guys you liked from the event. If they liked you too, you two would be connected.
The funny thing is, I had a great time. Everyone was so nice and seemed like they were excited to meet me. I agreed with them, yes it was nice to meet me. One of my favorite “dates” was when I played a game in which we asked each other random questions, and all my answers elicited a high five. Once the evening was over, I felt as if I had blacked out. As my two friends discussed the guys, well Jordan K was pretty nice, and Gerald was so cool, you know, not in a sexual way, but I’d totally be friends with him, I literally had no idea who they were talking about. Could not place the names to the face.
Once home, the arrogant girl in me wanted to select all 22 guys, just to see if they would all pick me. But, then my insecure side came out and I thought, could you imagine if I did, and none of them picked me?! Now I’ll never be Mrs. IT Guy. So, I compromised and picked just one for the hell of it. There was a guy with a name I couldn’t pronounce but I remember he said he was Hawaiian. Sounded exotic. I selected him. The next day I got a text message, hey it’s Kavo, from date night. Here we go. I responded with the classic yet boring, “Hey! how are you?” to which I got the vomit inducing response:
I too, wish I was drowning in something.
But for whatever reason, I’m feeling more amped-up for February. I finished working on the television show Undateble last week which really was a chaotic but fun experience (No, it’s not a reality show. When does it air you ask? It’s over, because it was LIVE.). The people on the show were all so nice and I’m pretty luck that a typical day on the job involves an open bar on set and a live performance by the Backstreet Boys.
And now, on to the next adventure. Whatever and whoever that may be. I have no clue what else will happen this year but I am feeling excited to find out.