I think the trailer looks pretty awesome.
Speaking of late, I received a beautiful blogger award from the fabulous Sogni Sorrisi - check out her blog for fashion and home design inspiration! - and it's taken me a month to say thank you. So sorry about that. I have a tardiness problem. I wish I could enroll - and so does my always-on-time boyfriend - in some kind of tardiness anonymous program, or a class for discourteous a-holes, but I don't think they exist.
Anyway, I'm supposed to list 7 things about myself, so here goes...
1. I'm a messy eater. If we're eating chicken wings, that sticky red sauce will be all over my face, hands and clothes and you'll think I'm disgusting. But I don't care. Seriously though, if we're eating corn on the cob together, you should keep your distance, unless you want corn from my mouth in your hair.
2. I lived in Rome for several months after college and traveled around Europe on the Eurorail. Sometimes I want to pick up and move back to Trastevere, working as a tour guide or a waitress to pay my bills, and eating gelato while strolling the cobblestone streets along the Tiber. I'll always look impossibly cool and I'll ride a Vespa. But Weehawken's cool too.
3. The idea of having a huge party where I'm the center of attention and everyone is watching everything I do kind of nauseates me. I've never wanted to elope; I just wish we could have taken our close family and friends to the Amalfi coast for a week. We'd have a small ceremony on a hillside and then spend the rest of the week partying. Sigh, I guess New Paltz is the next best thing. :)
4. I just finished the 21 Club - 21 days straight of yoga at a studio nearby. It was hard, especially with all the snowboarding I've been doing, and trying to fit a class everyday into my schedule was kind of insane, but it felt really good (mentally and physically) by the third week. Plus, there was a yoga party with cocktails afterwards, so you know this club is kick-ass. Ps. I cannot figure out why I don't look like a supermodel. Maybe it's all that bread and pasta and beer?
5. I think my grandmother truly believes I'm the most awesome person who ever lived. It's a totally unhealthy obsession, and I think she's kind of a nutcase, but I'm not gonna lie - it makes me feel good that she thinks I'm awesome, even when I smell bad and act like a raging bitch.
6. I hate that saying about how you should never discuss religion and politics, and therefore, people sometimes find me offensive. What's the point of living in the world if we can't talk about things that are real? Not that I can't wax poetic about shag carpets, bridesmaid dresses and platform sandals for hours. I do it on this blog. I'm getting better at it, but only because my boyfriend is ten times worse and I feel I need to tone it down, cause nobody likes that couple. Still, it's f-ed up that people don't go at it like they do in the British Parliament and then go out for beers.
7. Waking up early makes me sad. I feel sorry for people who have to wake up early everyday.
Oh, and I'm going to nominate the last 7 bloggers to comment on Swoon ...thank you so much! Your comments make my day better.
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