Since my last post, which was admittedly eons ago, I got a new job. Thankfully it happened within two weeks of my NY job ending, because I was getting bored. That’s what happens when you leave behind everything and everyone … Continue reading
As of Monday, I’m in-between jobs. Okay, fine. I’m unemployed. For the first time since college graduation. Back then, I passed up a European back-packing extravaganza to find a job in New York. Not sure what I was thinking, but … Continue reading
So it’s been two weeks since Ellyn moved to San Diego, and while she’s not having second thoughts – have you seen the beaches? – now that she’s sort of settled, she has a few questions. Fortunately, it’s just a … Continue reading
Every Spring, in rare moments of sunshiny bliss, I have to remind myself that I still hate New York City. That’s right, I refuse to let myself be happy here, because if I do, that means I’ve become part of … Continue reading
Let’s talk about the New York City subways. And the NJ PATH trains. Let me count the ways I hate them. One, yesterday morning I got an email alert saying that my train just wasn’t running at all. “Train service … Continue reading
Dear Ellyn’s Boyfriend, My girlfriend has exposed all of my foibles for the world to read (though at least she has the decency to stop at the bedroom door). I’ve had a good dozen friends mention this blog to me, … Continue reading
This week we were G-chatting about how hard it is to be grateful and happy in our fortunate lives in NY and LA. We’re trying to decide how to stop missing what we had or looking forward to things we … Continue reading
Last month, a little magazine called Travel + Leisure ranked the rudest cities in America. We’re not really sure how they did this or who they asked, but the top two results were… drumroll, please… Los Angeles and New York. … Continue reading
Ellyn says, as a film major drop out, I live for this stuff. I once collected movie stubs with my best friend, with the ultimate plan of making our first Oscars dresses out of them. I might have enough for … Continue reading
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