Sunday, May 31, 2009

My Glambertless Weekend

Since the celebutards are still MIA, you all get to hear about the life and times of me. Oh, stop whining. Just pop a No-Doz and read on.

Friday night, I went out with my roommate, The Missus, to a little, tucked-away Italian bar/restaurant (technically in Chinatown), where Rudy Giuliani may or may not have been hanging out. The Missus claims it was him even though she only saw the back of his head, but I did hear other people in the bar muttering stuff about Giuliani, so I suppose it really could have been. The bartender, who was very effective at getting us completely blasted, gave us a shot "on Rudy." So, although I don't know where the whole truth lies in all of this, I'm just going to say that Rudy Giuliani bought me a shot because it sounds good.

On Saturday, I was to meet both roommates, The Missus and The Mister, along with some other friends over on Governor's Island for a polo match. I was pretty excited about this because A) I'd never been to Governor's Island or a polo match, B) it was sponsored by Veuve Clicquot, so I figured the champagne would be flowing like water, and C) Prince Harry was going to be there, and I've never seen a royal close-up. I also thought it would be a good opportunity to go rich husband hunting.

However, when I got over to the ferry, I was told that I'd have to wait for the next one even though there was a boat still in the dock and it hadn't left yet. Then, about 10 minutes later, some suit informed us that there might not be any harbor activity until 5:00 because the President was going to be landing on the helipad. But of course, they didn't know exactly when. Everyone was annoyed until about 10 more minutes later, when we were told we could board the ferry. So, everyone got on, the boat revved up, we backed up, pulled back in, backed up again, only to pull back in and stay there. Some dude came up and told us that we now had to all get off the boat because now Obama really was about to land and this time they really mean it. Ugh. So, after many calls back and forth to my friends, they just decided to come over and meet me (the polo match was already over) at the seaport. I figured that if Obama was going to ruin my day, I might at least get to see him, but when his giant military chopper started swooping in, the cops kept yelling at all the gawkers to go this way, go that way, don't look directly at the helicopter, yadda yadda, so I was just like Screw you, President Day-Ruiner, and stormed off to South Street.

And now I find out that my day got ruined all in the name of Barry and Michelle's date night. How nice. I'm so glad they had a good time. But it doesn't get me any closer to having that rich husband.

Saturday evening was much better, though. A big group of us went to see Up, which I can't recommend enough. What a fantastic movie. But don't be fooled by the cute/funny trailers. While a lot of the film is really funny, I was completely unprepared for how sad, sweet, and touching much of it was. I cried like a baby. More than once. So, if you go, take some Kleenex.

I also finally got to eat at the famous Carnegie Deli. It was pretty good, but wow is it overpriced. I mean, a brisket sandwich for $18? I just kept wanting to scream, IT'S A DELI, PEOPLE!

So, great movie, decent food, but I hope that is the last Saturday night I spend anywhere near Times Square for a long time. Or forever. God, that is the worst place on Earth.

16 comments:

SkylersDad said...

I am sure had the prez known it was the world famous pop eye he was holding up, Marine 1 would have set down close by to pick you up.

It's nice that you didn't call in a favor using your celebrity, it makes you seem more like us little people.

Soda and Candy said...

What a coincidence! My next husband's going to be rich too.

Also, EIGHTEEN DOLLARS for a SANDWICH??? Bloody hell. Isn't brisket one of those dodgy chipped meats that are made out of like, lips & ass-holes?

words...words...words... said...

I loved Up too. It wasn't one of my favorite Pixar films, but the first 20 minutes was some of the best moviemaking I've seen in a long time.

I also want to go to a tucked away little Italian gem in NYC. That is one of my goals.

Finally, S&C...brisket is a real, beauteous cut of meat that melts in your mouth. It's nothing like chipped beef. But for $18, they still should have had a mask and a gun when they took Beckeye's money.

Cormac Brown said...

1) Giuliani owes you a lot more than just one shot.

2) "Polo?" "Eighteen dollar sandwiches???" What happened to that simple girl I knew from Pennsylvania???

3)Er, you do know that Anne has had "The Missus" title since '05, right? I'm not gonna tell her that you sold her title out if you don't, but you know how she is when she gets her Irish up.

Falwless said...

Well now I have to go see Up!

Sorry the stoopit Pres ruined your fancy Polo match and subsequent rich husband finding. If it makes you feel any better, you'd probably just feel out of place and get called a whore by Jason Alexander.

red said...

I can't believe you missed your chance to see prince Harry!!! He's so dreamy...

I can't wait to see Up. I could use a good cry.

Fancy Schmancy said...

Geez, I heard you missed both Kate Hudson AND Madonna at that polo match, and then you didn't even get to see the Prez, either. Sounds like you got screwed. I almost ate the the Carnegie Deli once, until I saw the prices. I walked out. My boyfriend at the time said, "What do you expect, it's the Carnegie Deli?". I said I expect a fucking sandwich is not going to cost $20.00. WTF?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Your government owes you a tiara and a chance to call Queen Liz "Grand-Momsy". You and Harry would have been totally awesome together too.

Candy's daily Dandy said...

Barry and Michelle and their lovely date night, sorry they went and ruined yours.

Who does that guy think he is, the presid...oh, yeah.

FunnyGal KAT said...

$18 for a sandwich?!? You know how much ice cream I could buy with that money?!? (And I'd pick ice cream over a sandwich any day!)

LiLu said...

If I'm paying $18 for a sandwich, it better come with a butler. A butler for LIFE. And he should be exactly like Geoffrey from the Fresh Prince and make witty and snide remarks all the time for my amusement.

CDP said...

I was also going to say something like "an $18 sandwich should come with a kitchen to eat it in" or something. I'm planning to see "Up", too.

Bond said...

FINALLY? Took you all these years to go to the Carnegie?

Yeah, 18

$18, but it is enough for two meals.

Del-V said...

I agree, Times Square was a lot better when it was just hookers and crackheads. Now it's Disney and $18 sandwiches.

Alice said...

ha, my parents and i were actually musing over how awful it must have been for anyone trying to get anywhere in nyc last weekend, what with both the obamas AND prince harry in town mucking everything up. so, uh, sorry?

Anonymous said...

Soda and Candys remark is a gem I'll have to write it down for future references. Daddy

 

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