My Birthday in New York City

I will be celebrating my birthday in NYC in the not to distant future. It is my favorite place in the world other than my beloved Sydney and frankly I have spent enough time in both cities to be an expert. The first time I hit New York I was only 21. I was so overwhelmed by the fact the place was just as I had imagined that I burst into tears as the taxi took me into Manhattan for the first time. I partied like I have never partied before and I swore then and there that I would return as often as I humanly could. Oh and yes I have, yes I have. So it comes as little wonder that I am organising a birthday bash the likes of which will send me broke for many years to come.

I am hoping to do all my favorite NY things, and then some. So I will also indulge myself by getting Buddy from Carlo's Bakery in Hoboken to make my birthday cake. I am yet to officially decide what I will be getting but suffice to say I am tossing up the flavours first, red velvet versus chocolate ganache, what to choose what to choose. I am having lots of friends come along from all sides of the globe and no doubt it will be super fun.

I have experienced every season in NY from hot balmy nights watching rap dancers do their stuff in Brooklyn to freezing my arse off in the snow on 42nd street after falling out of yet another hole in the wall with my beloved DM husband from Scotland. So I think my mid year birthday bash may see the temperatures at a pleasant stage rather than the extremes that NY is used to. I don't think I have ever been as hot or cold in any other place as much as I have in that town it is certainly a place of extremes.

Oh and the one thing I can never wait for after arriving at JFK is racing to the nearest Popeye Chicken and ordering a big heap of biscuits with ranch sauce. Now that is heaven.

Thats about all the time I would want

I found this article about the ever present Madge. Frankly 15 minutes would be too much. Ho hum.

Who's Running The Joint!

As of today, never a truer word has been spoken. It is now time to run amok since we are leaderless. But for how long? I feel like a child whose parents have had a fight and both walked out forgetting they left us behind. Break out the red cordial and lollies, we are officially on our own. Yay!

The 80's Are Back - My decent into a bawling mess!

Well I finally got to go and see myself in the "Back to the 80's" exhibition that is on now at the Powerhouse Museum. In fact it has been on since I went to the opening in December but of course since I have basically lived a life time since then I have not had the time to go. So it was a nice cold afternoon in Sydney when I trotted down to Ultimo to check it out. I did see the exhibit when I was at the opening night but frankly I was too busy catching up with people I had not seen in many years so I didn't have time to really absorb the whole thing up close. So it was really nice to stand amongst it all. I have to say that I am quite proud to be apart of it and it all looked so fantastic and well put together so a big thanks to all those who were involved. I read every little fact and poured over every item on display. I stood in the dance party vortex room and reminisced about the "good old days" of Sydney night life and I watched the video montage of friends who did in fact look as fabulous as I remembered them. So during the video I started to bawl, and I thought of "all the people I was kissing, some are here and some are missing" as the song says. It is hard to believe that they are gone, that evil nasty disease that pretty much ripped the guts right out of the bright lights and big city of Sydney and not to mention everywhere else.

I have to say the afternoon left me a little bewildered it was like I had opened a chasm of my past that I hadn't quite ever wanted to leave behind and I really really wanted to step back in time, if not just to see those lost forever. Though if I really want to admit the truth I wanted to smash the glass of the display cabinet and steal all of those glistening club keyring passes, jump in a cab and finally be apart of the "cool" crowd. Yes that is right but alas in 2010 they will get me into knowhere but I don't care I want them but I guess I will just have to be content with admiring them from behind a glass cabinet, "the same as it ever was!" So please enjoy my little piece of the 80's through Vicky D, attached via You Tube and imagine me practicing my dance moves at my friends house and remember "Do want you want to do" because that is exactly what I have done.

Miss Lord Byron

I emailed you, did you get it???? Let me know, cant wait to hear from you....

Teeth White But Oh The Pain

Vanity has yet again determined my pain threshold and I have ventured into the world of professional teeth bleaching. My first foray into this world of white was quickly followed by an agonizing day of holding my face as I screamed in teeth zinging hell. A few weeks on and a few more visits to my dentist and I am now getting strangely addicted to the whitening process. Oh dear god where will it end. I am now obsessed with looking at peoples teeth and working out where they rate on the white scale. So be watching for a freak like me to be over analysing your teethy pegs any time soon k.