Attack of the Maple Syrup
So last night I'm sitting at my desk in my apt, my window is open, but all I can smell is maple syrup. The Aunt Jemima sugary kind. I figure maybe I spilled some on my desk or something, but I couldn't think of the last time I had pancakes or anything that would require syrup, but the smell was definitely there. My window overlooks the building's garbage bins, but that would mean someone must have thrown out a ton of syrup in order for me to smell it through the garbage lids and up to my window, one flight up. So, I figure I'm just nuts and forget all about it.

Until in the morning while I'm getting ready, I hear the anchor on NY1 say "Last night, hundreds of New Yorkers reported a strange smell." I was not really listening figuring he was just talking about some sewage problem in the city, but then he says "people called authorities saying they could smell maple syrup. The source has not yet been identified."

How weird is that? The sweet smell apparently filled the Midtown area and apparently even downtown by me. I'm glad I am not crazy or my senses are out of whack, but I do not know why no one is worried about this? Where did the smell come from? What was it?

When I arrived at work, my coworker said her clothes reeked of syrup last night but changing her clothes couldn't rid her of the smell. But like me she also thought it was just her and not something widespread.

For the real news story about it go to:
Strong, Sweet Smell Reported in Manhattan

Relationships and Text Messaging
Today another reporter sent out a request looking for people who use text messaging to flirt with someone who they are romantically interested in; to ask someone out on a date via text message; to accept a marriage proposal via text message (are they still married?); to break up with someone via text message.

Now, I know friends who were dumped over the phone and heard that others had it happen in a voicemail, which I think is pretty low, but a text message? That's just spineless.

Although, when I was living in London I was asked out on a date via a text message, which I thought was pretty cute, and have sent flirty messages to people too. Have you experienced any of the reporters criteria? Come on, dish!

I wrote a similar post before called TXT Messaging the New Love Letter.

PS: The new movie Prime with Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep filmed on my block at the begining of the year.

My first football game ever
Saturday I went to my first football game EVER. My college didn't have a team, but I watched football on TV of course but no, I never went to a live college or pro game before and was finally able to get the full tailgating experience.

My friend's and recent newlyweds, Divina and Eddy, arranged for me to go with them to the UCONN homecoming game with their alumni frat/sorority group. I had met a bunch of their friends before at previous parties and of course at their wedding this summer, so although I wasn't an alum I already knew some fun people and met more. There had to be about 30 people at least.

9:33 a.m. started drinking OJ, Vodka, Rum & Bacardi Limon (It's the evening somewhere right?) in the yellow school bus they rented to drive us to the stadium in Hartford. The problem with drinking so early though is that the hangover kicks in around 9 o'clock at night.



11:00 a.m. In runway C next to the RVs and other buses, they set up a tent and cooked burgers and hot dogs, yum. There were some drinking races, tossed footballs, smelly portapottys, lots of soaked clothing from the rain and cold limbs. I had to borrow a pair of ski socks and the red rain jacket I'm wearing in the photos. I drank two quarts worth of my mix, although others helped me by taking a sip or two here and there.

4:00 p.m. The game vs Rutgers started at 3 p.m. but time we drunkenly walked to the stadium it was the second quarter and the rain just started to pick up. Thanks for the quick piggy back ride Divina!



The seats we had were right behind the goal post, I bought some hot chocolate and popcorn. You know you're cold when you go into the heated bathrooms and you don't want to leave the warm stall. I eventually did of course and watched the rest of the game. UCONN was ahead but then Rutgers tied 17-17 and eventually picked up two more points. By this point, 4th quarter, most of us were huddled underneath an overhang and started back to the bus. Sadly UCONN Huskies lost :( And despite the rain and cold toes and other anatomy I had a great day, even wish I had went to a school where I could have done that on a regular basis.


DVD Review: My latest DVD review, Bewitched, is now up at DVD Fanatic.

Failure to communicate
I'm sure most of you have probably received this forward already but it's still interesting:

1. Go to www.google.com

2. Type in "Failure" without the quotes

3. Instead of hitting "Search" hit "I'm feeling Lucky"

4. Look at where the search engine takes you

Call me, call me any, anytime?
A friend of mine says it's disrespectful if a guy calls you while driving. She says it's just an afterthought and that they are simply fitting you into their schedule when it's convenient for them. Calling while walking or driving also gives them the excuse not to give you their full attention. She thinks they are simply bored while in transit and that it shows that you are not worthy of a call from their home, during their personal time.

I get what she's saying and it makes some sense. I personally save my important calls for when I'm alone in my apt and won't be disturbed, and make the calls that I'm obligated to make while walking to and from the subway. Then again, maybe returning calls while commuting can make you seem like you're on the go and cooler than you are? Maybe, she's got me over analyzing!

Either way, she got me thinking of my recent relationships and the phone calls that I received. And most are usually while my guys were driving. The engine and the turned down radio could be heard in the background of their voice mails. Even during a live call, they'd sometimes stop the conversation to mention traffic, or some jerk that is tailgating them or just cut them off. I know my mother always calls me when she's on the road, because she doesn't like the isolation and uses me as her phone whore.