I feel like back-billing the Taliban for all of my personal merchandise that’s been destroyed upon unnecessary check-ins or confiscated for being determined as weapons over the years.
My picnic basket’s (a.k.a. Bertha’s) dull butter knives were not allowed on Governor’s Island this past Saturday for Jazz Age Lawn Party. I was not a happy camper after going to the trouble of lugging a beautiful picnic spread!
With an entire afternoon of St. Germaine sponsored cocktails ahead of us, I was forced to leave them with security at the ferry’s dock. I knew this was not a great idea and feared the thought of an incomplete basket set. After returning to the UES (five hours later), I realized I had left them there.
With $30.00 in taxi fair, some screaming, pounding on the locked glass doors of the terminal, getting yelled at by a gang of guards, befriending a giant, and finally locating the security manager, the cutlery was retrieved.
On the up side: The woman laughed when she saw the state of my knives and told me to ask for her if I ever run into this problem again. No one takes Bertha’s butter knives. That is, unless they suspect you’ll try to conquer an island of drunken flappers …
I love a good drum circle. Yeah. So it’s true that I’ve got a little angst. I’m a child of the 90’s.
I run marathons just to eat the pasta. In my former life I was a ballerina, a skinny one with really long legs. In this life I chose food.
I can plow through an entire container of cornichons. I love anything that sparkles. I like to take pictures of food. I like to keep things interesting.
I hate not finishing what I start. Sometimes it takes me months to get through bad books and I painfully force myself anyway. Small animals hate me. I am a woman of leisure.
I am an artist in hiding. I love white cheddar popcorn. I think cameras are magical and I love capturing moments with them. Sometimes when I’m bored I watch ballet clips on Youtube. I like inspirational quotes and philisophical banter. Bikram yoga makes me feel like a million bucks.
The way to my heart is through my stomach. I heart Doritos. When they come out with a new Dorito flavor I am generally the first on line to buy. V-8 keeps my diet straight. Hot pink orchids are my favorite flower.
I love Ritter Sport bars and often contemplate why the Germans would put “Sport” on a 400 calorie chocolate bar. I firmly believe that chunky and creamy peanut butter each have their own unique purposes.
I take food seriously.
I have a pretty damn fabulous life.