Daniella's Misadventures
Friday, January 28, 2005
Gone Sunnin'

This blog is OFFICIALLY on vacation until February 7th. Have a lovely week, I know I will be.

Kisses.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Compare and Contrast...

The weather today in the NYC area?

High 17 degrees. Wind gusts of 15 to 30 miles per hour. Wind chill -5.



The weather today in St. Kitts?

High 83 degrees. Balmy breezes from the ocean.



hmmmm..... I'm just sayin'...
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Dear Mr. Blizzard,

Thank you for giving the world your sparkly white hush. Thank you for letting me stay in my pajamas THE WHOLE WEEKEND. Thank you for convincing me to try to make chocolate chip chess pie, because it came out ooey and gooey and so so wonderful and all the neighbors came over last night and we ate it and we were all like "yum, ooey and gooey" and the mocha lattes and fresh whipped cream that I made ALL BY MYSELF (ok, shut up, John supervised!) were really fabulous.

Thank you for making the snow so pretty that after I ate my breakfast of fresh blackberries in yogurt in our pretty new wedding crystal glasses, savory cheddar, pancetta and scallion omelet, cranberry pumpkin muffins (that I made all by myself and brought over samples to the neighbors and they were all like "yum" and I was all like, "oh, yeah, I made those all by myself, aren't they delicious?"), hot cocoa and mango nectar, I put on my snow boots and brand new ski pants (because this is the year that I am GOING TO LEARN TO SKI, GODDAMMIT!) and went out to play in it and took pictures because we are so damn cute. Yes, we are.

And thank you for my super fabulous neighbors that made real macaroni and white cheddar casseroles and brought them over last night and thank you for Before Sunset because I cried and cried and cried and John laughed at me and wiped my tears away and we drank lovely white wine and he loves me and I love him. And thank you for the great smell of Dove unscented, because unscented just means DOESN'T SMELL LIKE CHEAP PERFUME. Because I love that sniff sniff fresh soapy smell and when I get out of the shower, John has the table all set and the WORLD IS AWESOME.

Thank you, Mr. Blizzard, for the best snowed in weekend ever.

Wanna see some pictures?


the view out the window at 11:44 AM yesterday when it had just started snowing


same window, about two hours later


a few hours later


the doves on the balcony outside our bedroom window. They don't look very happy.


so, I attempt chocolate chip chess pie


and cranberry pumpkin muffins


and that's what the pie looked like (the muffins got devoured before I could remember to take a picture!)


and that's what the pie looked like after all the neighbors came over and ate it and complimented me, as they should because I ROCK.

The cats were really happy to have both of us around all day to play with them! See:












(that's Frank begging for attention while John looks up RECIPES FOR BOURBON BREAD PUDDING!)

And here's what it looked like this morning:
















the mechanic's place up our street


our neighbor's puppy, Belle, enjoying her first snow storm


really, is there anything I can say that the rosy-cheeked happy smile doesn't already tell you?
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Telegraph from within the belly of the Blizzard Beast

Snowed in. Stop. Have baked to within inch of life. Stop. Have made chocolate chip chess pie. Stop. Have made pumpkin cranberry muffins. Stop. Have made buttermilk bread. Stop. Have only one bottle of red wine left. Stop. Have used up all the flour, eggs and butter. Stop. Am out of rum for hot cocoa. Stop.

Send ingredients. Stop. Send rum. Stop. Two more days of blizzard? Stop. Will not make it. Stop.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Where have I been, ya'll?

I know you've been wondering where I've been these last few weeks. I've posted, but not much. I've put up pictures, but I haven't shared.

Well, I got a promotion. A helluva a promotion. And a nice chunk of change to go along with it. That's pretty much all I'm going to say about it because I don't want to put myself at risk of being dooced. But with all the added responsibility comes... well, um... added responsibility. I've been pulling 12+ hour days the last several weeks and I'm burned out at the end of the day. Plus the semster at school started this week and I'm taking two very hard classes. Only another year until I'm a MBA, though.

I got nuthin' left for ya, internet.

Actually, that's only part of the story.

Those of you who have been along for this ride since this time last year, know that I tend to get a little melancholic and lonely around this time. The weather outside, to use the cliche, is frightful (for those of you not in the NYC area, it's like 10 degrees outside and we're supposed to get between 12 and 18 inches of snow this weekend), at home in New Orleans, however, it's Krewe du Vieux weekend, my friends, the illicit Royal Revelers of Dischordia, are holding the culmination of the season's debauchery... and I'm up here.

It's a hard pill to swallow.

But swallow it, I am.

It helps through that one week from today I will be en route (direct, baby) to the sunny climes of the Angelus Resort in beautiful St. Kitts.

So anyway, let's summarize it for you---I'm tired, I'm working too much, I'm really busy with grad school and I miss home and my friends. So, you'll just have to bear with me until I have more time to delve and to share.

Maybe after I get back with my fabulous Caribbean tan, mmm-kay?
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Uh-oh, lock up your valuables and your good scotch, it's Blogger Bash time again

All right boys and girls, lads and lasses, we're cavorting again (hmph... cavorting -- love that word!).

This time it will be Friday, February 25th at 7 PM at the Overlook Lounge, located at 225 E. 44th St. (Bet. 2nd & 3rd Aves). I know at least ten or so folks who are definitely coming, however, no one has volunteered to make a button (actually, Deb volunteered to design a button, but she, like me, lacks the technical fortitude to code the damn thing) or an RSVP page, so you can just either link to this entry or volunteer to do some damn coding, people. I can't do everything, can I? Thanks to Brian for arranging our accommodations

Please forward to your respective blogger pals. Those of you who are shy or hate to walk away from your computers because of the inevitable separation anxiety, well... the NYC blogger crew is a fabulous, friendly bunch of folks. Hell, I didn't know any of them a year ago when I moved up here and they have embraced me with open arms (and lots of vodka! -- that was for you, mom)! So, really, show up. It will be a blast.

If you plan on coming, please leave your RSVP in the comments and mention this on your blog (* at least until someone steps up to make a button and a RSVP page!). Or don't and just show up. We'll love you just the same.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Gentlemen, please listen up

Some things need to be reiterated. Mmm-kay?

Where are you people getting these tapered pants? I mean, I don't see them in any stores that I shop in, so where are you finding them?

I'm telling you, for the love of my eyes, stop. Just STOP.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Snapshots in Time

I almost wanted to stick these up here with no comment, but, in the end I felt like some of them warranted something...


Last night we went to C's birthday party at the Ruby Lounge. After some initial awkwardness ("oh, shit, we're significantly older than anyone here"), we struck up some animated conversation with the ever-charming Dahlia and her fiance, Sam. I also finally met Esther and her friend Olga, who were both funny and interesting in person. The party was nice. And C was a great hostess, introducing everyone to everyone else and keeping the conversation flowing. By the way, Lydia from Seattle, if you see this, send me your blog url--you were great to talk to and I want to read it, but I didn't catch the name of your blog.


I wore those fabulous Casadei shoes last night. Here's the conversation that John and I had about them:

Daniella: So, what do you think of these shoes?

John: um, they're nice.

D: they're nice? I bought these shoes to wear on our first date, September 15, 2001. I had to be late on the rent that month because these shoes cost almost as much as the rent. THAT'S how into you I was!

J: yeah, those are great shoes. I just didn't notice them because I was so busy looking at you on that date.

(yes, he's a great liar. That's why I married him!)


Brechte painting on our bedroom wall.


John brings me flowers a lot. Only we have to keep them in our bedroom because otherwise the cats destroy them. I complain about it, but secretly, I love that we usually have lovely, fresh smelling flowers in the room that only the two of us go into. It's like a magical little secret.


me with make up on. I know, I know. It's very unusual.


modelling my collection of ugly sunglasses at our dinner party last week.


no photo montage on this blog is complete without some pictures of one of my cats. Shut up. You know you like it.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
The State of Our Union, Month Three

This marriage thing, it's a piece of cake.

While we're no longer nauseatingly lovey-dovey at every moment of every day, we are still very much in love.

I roll over every morning and am so happy to see his face that I want to cry.

This is the month that has brought a lot of changes for me. The tide has turned in my career and I am well on my way to being where I want to be. I have been working some frighteningly long hours and really focused on my job. It's been hard because I am not here to be with John as much as I would like to be, but he has been infinitely patient and infinitely supportive. As he always is, because that is the man that I married.

There have been fights. Like the time he made a huge mess. And that other time he made a humungous mess. Oh, and that time he made a gigantic mess. There have been other fights, too. Like that time I had a huge blowout about how he made a little, teeny mess. Or that time I yelled at him for making that very small mess. Oh, and that time that I got completely irrational about that almost invisible mess that he made.

Then he laughs, and I laugh and we hug and laugh some more. Because we're both crazy. And because he makes messes and I overreact.

This is the month that we seriously started planning a time line for the next five years. Things like when we want to make that "pre-qualified for a mortgage" status into a "homeowner" status. And things like how soon we want to start a family (no, don't get excited, we have some time yet). We've talked about a lot of things and made a lot of plans. And, while being madly, deeply and overwhelming in love with your husband is fantastic, it takes a lot of work to plan your life and how the two of you will live it.

So this has been the month when we faced reality and made plans to RULE THE WORLD. Together.

So, happy Third Month Anniversary, John. I love you more today than I ever have. And I love you more with every passing day.

So, I guess the State of our Union is pretty damn great.



Previously: the State of our Union, Month Two
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
holy sh-t!

I don't discuss work here except in the most generic of terms, but ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

yes, it's a good thing.
Monday, January 10, 2005
This post is dedicated to my worried mother

Tonight, John and I snorted a kilo of cocaine, shot heroin between our toes, had sex with strangers that we picked up hitchiking, didn't eat our vegetables, abused our cats, and DIDN'T MAKE THE BED.

Are you worried now, Mom, or do you finally get the point THAT SOMETIMES I EXAGGERATE?

get it?
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Wait for it... wait for it....

Finally, the NYE recap (sorry you had to wait so long, I've been busy):

We arrived at what had to be the most fabulous Manhattan apartment that I have ever been in at about 4 PM on NYE. Our friends Lorna and Mark were house/dog sitting and had invited us to stay the weekend.


the living room. Note the 20 foot windows. This place had balconies off the living room and off the master bedroom on the second foor. Both had nice views (we were on the 6th and 7th floors)


the kitchen. Note the plasma TV.


This is Mozart. He is a weimeraner/sharpei mix. This gives him a perpetually perplexed expression. He was a great dog. There was also an elderly brindled greyhound named Not. They were the best behaved dogs I have ever seen.

After hanging out at the apartment, eating Lorna's delicious nachos and fine cheese, we started making drinks. First up was some wine, then we switched to various champagne cocktails. Mark made something fantastic with champagne, apricot brandy, bitters and a splash of orange juice. Then, we moved on to martinis.

After getting dressed (black cocktail dress with a jacket, fishnets and shiny black boots for me, navy pinstriped suit or John), we headed out to Smoke, a jazz club in Harlem. We arrived at the club and got a table right near the stage. We ordered drinks and were joined by a really nice lesbian couple. They were funny and friendly and John's friend Rick spent the rest of the night trying to "convert" them. They were good sports about the whole thing. The band, Funk Box, was fantastic and it turned out that the trumpeter and his wife were from New Orleans. We spent some time chatting about old times. They played a bunch of great old school funk and we were dancing up a storm.





This is where the night turns in a whole 'nother direction. Around 11:30 PM, the manager came over and let us know that they were removing the tables to make more room for the dance floor. Since we had been availing ourselves of the open bar since 9:00 PM, we all agreed that we didn't need to move to a table further back. That's when the night gets interesting.

Mike was being molested, repeatedly, by two extraordinarily drunk Asian women. They spoke no English and were alternately kissing him and dumping him out of his chair. At one point, one of them knocked into me and then sat on me. I had to slap her to get her off of me so that I could get up. She was so drunk, she thought I was a chair. Rick was hitting on the poor lesbians and had lost his coat, his cell phone and his sobriety. The rest of us were just having too much fun to care. It was a crazy, hilarious sight - the four of us dancing, the two of them being molested by or molesting the various women within striking distance.

Finally, we called it a night and hightailed it back to the swanky pad. Some members of our party were virtually incoherent by that point, resulting in some overly dramatic crying, but overall it was a fabulous night.


Rick and the lesbians


Mark and Lorna


John and I


Mike gets molested (and likes it!)


Mike gets molested and really, really likes it!


happy 2005, ya'll!


Cuddling the morning after with my boy, Frank.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Jenny, Jenny who could I turn to?

This is what happens when someone has too much time on his hands. This man called every single 867-5309 phone number across all area codes and recorded the results.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Oh, Lordy

Recap will come later, but this picture IS worth a thousand words.