Festivals and Flowers
Some exciting news, I'm going to be covering the Tribeca Film Festival, which starts on Monday on behalf of Film School Rejects. The approval process to be on the press list was a bit extensive, lots of faxes and emails but I got my confirmation a few weeks ago and I just picked up my press pass and packet this afternoon down on Varick Street. Unfortunately most of the press & industry screenings take place during the day while I'm at work, but I'll be attending some night shows, panels and weekend events. I can also screen different videos in their private screening libraries, so I can still see any of the films that I really want to see. I'll report back if I see anything great or meet any celebs. Warning: If I see Robert DeNiro, I just might faint. Can't wait.

Although it's miserable and cold out the flowers are still in bloom, especially at the The 26th annual New York international Orchid Show in Rockefeller Center. The show is inside a high pitched tent over where the ice rink usually sits, entry fee is $5. Inside are winning orchid breeds from around the world in lots of colors, styles in ornate displays. There were some that you simply wouldn't believe were orchids, because they were so different, tiny or in unusual colors, like this one.

The attendees were not what I was expecting though. I figured there would be tourists, florists and there was, but I didn't expect how ruthless and cutthroat these orchid viewers would be. I was getting taken out by photographers and shoved and elbowed by grannies who wanted a closer look. Take a look at how this dude is aggresively holding his flyer like some Orchid hit man and getting in my photo. For the most part I saw every orchid by spotting them from weird angles and bobbing over people's heads. Escaping with our lives, we headed to the gift shop where you can by your own orchid plants to take home in many varieties. I was going to shell out the $20 price tag, but knew it would be a waste since the only plant I've been able to keep alive in my apartment is an aloe plant, which is essentially a cactus. I must say though, that sucker has outgrown two clay pots and is thriving. Speaking of Orchid's though Master Foley has tainted my view a bit in his latest post, lol.

NY Auto Show
I got sweet talked into going to the NY Auto Show last night at the Javitz Center (which is HUGE) and I ended up really enjoying it although I know nothing about cars. In fact, I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to automobiles in general. I have girlfriends that can name the model numbers, etc, but I just know the ones I like. I've also never bought a car, but received my mother's old car-- a 91 Honda Accord. Now with 176,000 miles on it, it still starts right up when I go to visit. Honda's are for life I tell you.

Anyway my friend is interested in buying a car soon, so it was interesting for him to hear the different prices, specifications and learning tips on buying a car. Although I'm not in the market right now, I found it helpful too and am filing away the information for later use. It was also fun getting to sit in the different models and smelling the new car smell and seeing the pristine cars rotate on circular displays. Besides the more practical and luxury cars there were also of course the jar dropping ones too, like the Lamborghini with gulf wing doors that open like a Dolorian or this Mercedes that looked like a silver bat mobile, which ran for a mere $450,000!!

I had just read in the book Blink that the best car salesmen are those that learn to not make rash snap judgments of people who walk in their show rooms and who can dispel any preconceived notions towards people based on look, wealth, sex, age, race, etc. Since the book quotes a top salesmen that says that the guy coming in with overalls on can be buying a whole fleet of trucks for his farm or the petite blonde could be the main car decision maker in the family, you never know. Thus it’s best to treat everyone equal because in the end you’ll win out by giving the same offers and closing more deals in the end. With this on my mind, I watched the attitudes as we approached the different staff at each car maker section. The Audi woman was bitchy and rude to our inquires, Volvo was nicer and more personable, the Pontiac people were extremely friendly and helpful and the Mercedes dealer from Greenwich, Connecticut (my high school hood) wasn't the friendliest but he was also informative and frank and knew his stuff since he comes more from the sales side and not the corporate side like the others we had spoken with.

Red Light Winter
I was invited to a "Blogger Night" showing of the off-Broadway play Red Light Winter followed by a Q&A and happy hour. Of course my invite also said that I would be under no obligation to post anything on my blog but any coverage would be appreciated. I agreed to go, free tickets and all, but inwardly knew I'd feel guilty if I didn't write anything about the show. Luckily I didn't have to worry about that because the show was really enjoyable. In fact, it's plays like Red Light Winter and the musical Altar Boyz that remind me that there are some great off-Broadway shows out there too...amidst the crap.

The play is both dramatic and comedic and starts like a dysfunctional buddy buddy film, almost like Sideways but with a younger cast and set in Amsterdam instead of the Napa Valley. Then it delves into topics like depression, competition and unrequited love when the two buddies spend an evening in the Red Light District with a young prostitute, creating an incestuous love triangle. The second act takes place in the East Village a year later and shows how the characters have and haven't changed since that night last winter.

I thought the acting was really strong and captivating, especially by the two main guys (Gary Wilmes and Christopher Denham) as was the dialog, although the monologues in the second half were too lengthy and started to loose me. Overall the show made me laugh out loud a few times and then made me feel depressed while pondering the idea "why do people fall in love with the wrong people?" which was clearly a theme in this play. Oh and there was both male and female nudity on stage but not gratuitously.

The production originally sold-out in the Steppenwolf Theater production in Chicago and reunites the leading male actors and director & playwright, Adam Rapp who recently wrote the screenplay for the Will Farrell, Ed Harris film Winter Passing. Red Light Winter is now on 27 Barrow Street in the West Village right near Sushi Samba and 7th Avenue.

The Q&A after the show was a bit painful not because it went into too much detail but because there wasn't much enthusiasm or discussion at all. I even asked the first question after the prolonged silence once the actors and writer were on stage and looking at the audience to start firing. I can't stand awkward silence so I felt like I had to ask something to get things moving and it worked...somewhat. Then there was the after party at Pizza Bar (part new age pizza parlor, part bar and lounge) in the Meat Packing District was pretty chill. The writer and one of the actors came along too, but since I was having fun talking with my friend and watching the weird psychedelic cartoons that were playing on the walls and sipping my drink, I didn't socialize much or meet any other bloggers. Ah well.

On the Moxie with some twists
So yesterday was definitely an eventful and strange night. It started when I got home and I heard a man in a very high pitched voice yell "Fire, Fire!" in my back courtyard area, followed by a lot of parking and then a smoke alarm beeping. Smoke was emitting out the back door two doors down from me. Soon there were fire trucks being heard in the distance. My friend Stef had just arrived so we closed the window and went outside in time to see all the trucks and firemen arrive and go into action. They even extended the latter to the roof, not sure why, when the fire was on the ground floor, must be a precaution. When I got back that night all was well, my building still standing etc, just a very burnt mattress lying on the street outside. hmmm

Then Stef and I decided to try out the sports bar Woody Mchales, which I pass all the time on 14th Street. I had shared a cab with one of the bar's investors when coming back from the airport after my trip to Nassau a few weeks ago. As luck would have it, he was there that night too. And odder still, it turns out he's Stef's neighbor out in Mahwah, Jersey but they never met before. While there in the cozy ski cabin like bar I managed to consume two very awesome Key Lime martini's in an hour and some creamy mac and cheese. I recommend highly, it's very casual and fun, i'd like to watch a game there some time.

We then headed to our main purpose that night...wait for it... a Bedroom Confidence/Sex Workshop for women only, sponsored by Moxie In the City, a singles network. Although I don't think we needed the confidence part, but we did learn a few um tricks and techniques. We had heard about Moxie in a listserv and figured, what the heck? I'm always up for learning something new after all and thankfully it wasn't skeevy at all or too detailed. Instead the "class" was very mature, professional and provided a fun night out in the downstairs of Redemption Lounge. Although the discussion wasn't earth shattering or anything, it still proved interesting.

I especially liked the easy manor of the instructor, Christan Marashio, who is also the owner & creator of Moxie which formed last year. She shared her experiences and research comically and honestly. (See Christan, and you thought I was going to bash the event on my blog ;) Oh another coincidence is that when we were talking after the workshop I mentioned that a friend of mine had done their Singles Intro to Italian mixer a few months ago and she remembered him once I said his first name. Moxie also has a dating-related blog, check it out at Sex & Moxie.

Some giggles later, on our way back on the E the train, the train suddenly stopped at 42nd. According to the announcement a sick passenger was on the platform and was too close to the track for us to proceed. 15 mins later, behind closed doors, passengers complained that we couldn't get out to catch the train across the tracks and Stef was starting to get claustrophobic. After 10 cops quickly passed by and two firemen, the doors finally opened and everyone fled to the express train waiting for us, but onlookers still had enough time to see a collapsed man that no one was touching and whose head seemed way too close to an open subway door. I'm not sure if he got hit or just fell when the doors open, I'll check the news later on. Either way it was very unsettling. So that was another twist on the night.

Link: Check out my commentary on the recent score of horror movies, which according to critics verges on being "torture porn," at Horror Takes Another Stab

Little Darlings
It's that time of year, end of quarter bonuses are being given out, sweet. I also got two new blog sponsors for my sidebar, Shopping.com and the poll that's being displayed (only for one week though). So what did I do with my new found wealth? Spent it of course. Well not all of it, I'm putting half into my ING Orange savings account to gain some interest like a good little girl. The rest went towards a dress and other clothing items. Let me explain.

Every day on my way to work I pass this cute little dress store called Darling, where a Marilyn Monroe like silk dress is on display. The owner, Ann French Emonts, a former costume designer for Broadway and off Broadway set up shop three years ago, the same time I moved near by. Fate? I think so ;) Yet, up until now I haven't bought anything there, just admired from afar.

The quaint boutique looks like Magnolia Bakery but instead of scrumptious cupcakes on display it's dresses and very girly tops and accessories. There's a Parisian / early 50s look to the overall setup.

I went in with every intention of buying the silk dress that runs for $235 in either red or gold but was captured by another halter like dress sill in gold by Bari Jay($165). Instead of silk it's lacy but has a silk sash that cuts just under the bust, straps tie behind the neck revealing my back. One of my freshman year roommates is getting married in July, so I can wear it then.

Ann the owner came downstairs to the dressing room ara to show me a little trick to zipping up the back of the dress by placing my hands on the sides of my ribcage in order to bend my posture into an easier position for sliding up the zipper. It worked. She says she's always showing people that trick.

The dressing rooms separated by cloth sheets comes equipped with high heels to use when trying on their dresses in order to see the complete look with a little extra height. If the Cinderella like shoes that I used were in my size I might have bought them too. Confession: I'm a pretty impulsive buyer, which is why I don't allow myself to go into stores like these unless I'm prepared to buy.

After paying for the dress I was then captured by a collection of custom jewelry old fashioned rings with bright fake gems. It looked like a Queen's treasure chest or going through a rich grandmother's jewelry collection. I wouldn't know about that though, but it did make me feel like I had one. I picked out a very glamorous antique looking red gem in a circle shape with diamonds along the circumference. All the fashion rings are $10. Mine's a little big but that's usually the case due to my smaller hands, but I'll just put it on my pointer finger and make due.

Last but unfortunately not least I made another impulse buy and bought a dainty umbrella, the long Singing in the Rain kind with a wooden handle and powerful bright purple and magenta colors that should be fun to carry in the rain some time. Cost $38. Finally buying something at Darling and feeling elated from my purchases? Priceless darling, priceless.

PS: I hope everyone had a lovely Easter and/or Passover. I spent the weekend in Connecticut spending time with my mom, Nanny and Stepdad's family.

News update: Phew! Molly the cat rescued from New York building after 14 days