MOCA Benefit Dinner

Last night I went to the Museum of Chinese in America (formerly known as Museum of Chinese in the Americas) media reception and benefit dinner attended by Mayor Bloomberg, Vera Wang, Maya Lin, and various Chinese Americans with deep pockets. I apparently spent too long chatting up a random Korean man at the open bar that I missed the press Q&A and was too buzzed to conduct a decent interview afterwards. While I stood there red cheeked and grinning sheepishly, a security guard asked me if I got what I needed (referring to interviews). "No," I replied, thinking to myself that I totally dropped the ball, "but I do have a good buzz."

Highlights of the night: Mayor Bloomberg claiming he was more Chinese than anyone standing in the room, Open Bar and cheese (obviously), and rich white folks voluntarily dressed up in traditional Chinese clothes.

Dude went postal on me

I have to honestly say I've never had a mailman tell me off before. And I've never really had someone talk to me as if I was an incompetent 16 year old yapping on the phone while working at the Gap, since, well, I was 16 and working at the Gap. The mailman complained about how much mail we had for him (it's your job!) and then yelled at me to get it together and find the 1425 for him (not my job!). Until my mail stops disappearing ("not the post's responsibility"), you can find your goddamn 1425 on your own (not my responsibility bitches!).

Arthur Nercessian at LES Tenement Museum

Last Wednesday, Kristine, Emily, and I went to Arthur Nercessian's reading and book signing at the Tenement Museum. I had a few (4) drinks beforehand and ended up falling asleep in the front row. (So did Emily!) How's that for coming off as an intelligent literary nerd? My contribution to conversation was limited to smiling widely while saying things like "I love to read!" or "Yes, I'm a writer. I write about things," while trying to uncross my eyes. Crappy wine and cheese I might add but I shouldn't complain since it was gratis.

Como se dice?

I had to interview a Mexican-born artist earlier today and his accent was similar to Pedro's from Napoleon Dynamite.

Nina: What are some of the junk food you included in your installation?
Artist: Garritos, Popcorn, M&M's, Cheetos, Cheeps...
Nina: I'm sorry, cheeps? Do you mean Peeps?
Artist: No, cheeps.
Nina: Cheeps?
Artist: Cheeps, cheeps. You know potato cheeps?
Nina: Oh chips! Haha. Um. I'm sorry.

Oh sheet. How embarrassing.

We have toilet paper!

Yay!

Frugal Nina

In attempt to get my finances in order and get ahead of my bills I've had to make some cutbacks from my preferred lifestyle. The following are things that I really miss:

Weekly mani/pedi, eyebrow threading, laundry service, steak, taxis, eating out, new book from B&N, sushi, martinis, gym membership (not that I went but I like the option), new shoes, Starbucks, wine, and TOILET PAPER.

Time Out New York

Check out my first article Common Senses

Where has my free time gone?

I went from spending my workdays wondering if anyone would notice if I didn't show up to being so goddam busy that I just don't have any time for myself. I haven't been eating properly and have been surviving solely on coffee and Monster energy drinks. My bedroom is disastrous, the floor completely hidden under papers,black clothing, and empty Monster cans. I haven't seen my friends or kept up with personal grooming (I'll leave the details out on that). On top of that I had an allergic reaction to a new lip plumping lip gloss and my lips swelled up so I looked like Mandy Lynn on America's Most Smartest Model (you know, the Balls, Cherries, Balloons, Tires girl). My lips looked really awesome but I was in serious discomfort. And then from all the stress I got a cancre sore inside my lip which opened up and pretty much stung everytime it touched my teeth which was all the time. Then I didn't put chapstick on my lips just hoping not to irritate it so I was totally Chapped Lip Girl from your third grade class. So after that they flaked off little by little. Really gross. And that just about sums up my week.