Smooth Operator of Life.

It has been a long, long while since I have blogged. I think it might be a good thing. My life has been so full of… life… that I haven’t had a chance to record it.

Ok, fine. I’ll stop with the east coast attitude and perchance admit that it could be a bad thing I didn’t have a spare moment to reflect. However, there have been some major changes. A job, another job, Internet dating (how could I have not blogged about my month long social experiment of internet dating!!!), a steady boy to date (not found through Internet dating)- all have come and gone.

I quit the PR gig and have worked for an event company making party magic for the New York social elite. It was the first job where I was really given a great amount of responsibility in terms of managing large amounts of money, plans, vendors, freelancers- problem-solving to the max (my first love). Plus I got to be a bit bossy on the job site as the big boy in charge. It was great fun, nice perks, but a ton of work and many, many, many working hours. (Check out a few of the parties.)

I then received a wonderful gift from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts- admittance. Free admittance to receive an MFA in Costume Design. Plus health insurance. Also free. Money. Stipend. Enough to live on. How could I pass up a lovely chance to have someone pay me to take watercolor figure drawing classes and discuss at length the ins and outs of human behavior set on stage? Well I really couldn’t. I said yes and was mailed the required reading list for the summer.

I explained my situation and, out of respect, gave my event company a great length of time to replace me, two months. Because of the slow summer at the company, they gave me two weeks. As I was currently living month-to-month, paycheck-to-paycheck, I only had one thought: I. AM. SCREWED. How could I pay my bills until school-stipend time?

I realized I was long due for some scrappy, crafty, problem-solving nonsense. I found a sublet for my room in July. (I found him on Craig’s List. I did not meet him before he moved in. He plays “Smooth Operator” on continuous repeat.) I am now living in my roommate’s room for a few days while he is out of town. It will then be a nomad’s life here and there on New York couches. I will also temp in the mean time and will make ends meet with pure prudence.

It really is me at my best. Making it work. And, as always, the "Hair Chop" (scroll down after clicking). This time instead of doing it myself I paid $19 at Great Clips. What a moment of insane irreverence. Lovely.



(Stay tuned for weekly updates on the traumatic, awkward, afro-ed growing out phase of my poor, poor hair.)