happy anniversary SNL and NYC

it's hard to believe that one year ago today i got off that flight from sjc to jfk and made the move to new york. i always thought people were such pansies for crying at airports but when i was in sjc last year i was stuck to my mom sobbing like a little kid! i think ive come a long way since then and my skin has gotten damn thick.

so as promised here is day one picture.

recap in case you just started reading. i have too much clothing and am doing a little experiment to see how often i actually wear the stuff i buy. sooooo i chose to start taking pictures of what i wear everytime i go out and tallying it up. (its crazy, i know) if i don't wear something for 6 months im gonna either take it home or give it away.

the funny thing is that over the thanksgiving holiday i proved even further why i need to do this little experiment of mine. some background: most of my clothing is at my mom's house in los gatos zipped up in vacuum sealed bags. i basically have two closets full, and few more bags under my bed there. when i went home i looked through my clothing and found a bunch of things i forgot i had. i thought i had lost my fav A/X jeans but they were there the whole time!! i also found a grey turtleneck in my closet when i had JUST bought one a few weeks ago!! long story short i started to do inventory on my clothing. i have an excel with color, description, brand, size, and in which bag the clothing is (yes, even more crazy). i havent finished yet, but ill finish over christmas break. i am also starting an excel with the tally counts of what i end up wearing. excel is so awesome....expect some monthly and quarterly reports to see which articles of clothing are the winners!!

im excited to see how this will turn out for a few reasons:

1) obviously to see how often i wear the stuff i buy

2) to help me curb my spending

3) the possibility that i could use this blog as a simpleton start to mine and jan's website idea from college

sweater: Martin and Osa

cami: Banana Republic

jeans (not in picture): Ann Taylor Loft

ps. sorry for the not so good quality of my pics...

bailamos

in middle school when we first started to have dances, no one ever really danced. the most we did was slow dance *cue flashback of dancing in circles, boy's hands on girl's waist, girl's hands on boy's shoulders. entire arm's length away*

in high school people started to dance but mainly in groups (circles, to be exact) and all i really remember was *step, clap, step clap*

when i started dating han he was super into dancing, and we would always go to clubs (18 and under ones) and raves. considering that i had so much experience dancing, i was super confident in busting a groove with him. it didnt help that the more uninhibited he was, the more inhibited and self conscious i became. it wasnt long before we didnt go dancing at all.

in college and most of post college, the only dancing i did was drunk dancing. for some reason we would always go clubbing (hitting up zebra lounge more than once a weekend....check) but i think i went mainly to drink and hang out with friends.

post college, i was introduced to and fell in love with the art of making up dances. acting a fool always had some type of name associated with it (see my first post with the reasoning behind the name of this blog).

i think it was this that caused me to realize that the reason you dance IS to act crazy, be uninhibited, and just HAVE FUN. and lately because i injured myself running, i found that having dance parties in my room at night is an awesome workout. i cant believe how much i love (LOVE) turning up my speakers and just jumping around. now all i need is a full length mirror to practice dancing like britney....

home is where the heart is

i have the best friends and family a girl could ask for. i know a million people say that it sounds super lame, but its true. in the span of 48 hours, i was able to spend time with the majority of the people that i care most about...including qt.

highlights: 1) friday night sai told me that "you know you are friends if you are friends even after being mad at each other" truuueee

2) learning the "i got a feeling" dance with meeks, recording ourselves, then giggling like two little school girls

3) getting driven to the airport with 2/3 of my best friends

travel destinations

there are so many places that i want to go and i think its time to start seriously planning this out! here is my top 5 list of places i need to go to STAT (in no particular order)

1) Costa Rica

2) Burma

3) Greece

4) Eastern Europe

5) Iceland

the nyc marathon

i experienced my first new york marathon today. no i didnt run....i was merely a spectator. carol and i met up at 96th and columbus and walked on the traverse to 97th and 5th ave where a bunch of spectators were (this was at about mile 23). the whole time i tried to track koo's number online but the site wasn't loading but carol said he was on mile 21 when we first left so we would probably see him.

it was pretty amazing to see all of the runners and all of the spectators who were so into it and so excited to see the runners go by. when we arrived we saw the runners at a 4 hour pace (6.5 mph pace) and i was surprised to see that the majority of them were not young and there were SO many countries that were represented. a few people were dressed up in costumes, and as some ran by, they tried to get us to cheer, or cheered themselves....remember this was at mile 23! so awesome. other memorable people we saw: a blind man running with two of his friends who led him while all holding a walking stick, a man running and pushing his friend in a wheelchair, a couple holding hands while running, and a man with no arms. i was so so inspired by these people i think i got choked up a few times. again.. AMAZING.

on the downside, i saw some sad things such as an older woman who was bleeding down her leg and a man with blood spots on his nipple area from chaffing.

carol and i finally decided to head down to the meeting point on 70th and central park west in hopes of seeing koo. the whole street was blocked off and there were people walking around everywhere! there was an announcer on the speaker talking in several different languages. there was actually a lot of foot traffic (of course) and we finally were able to spot our friends!

poor koo looked so tired and was just munching on a nasty looking bagel. keep in mind while during his marathon training he has lost so much weight! regardless, he needed two of his friends to help him up and couldnt walk very fast at all.

the cutest part of the event was when one of his friends fed him some almonds. koo had those post marathon capes around him so his hands weren't free and his friend just opened up the bag and popped a handful into his mouth. ok i guess describing it it doesnt sound very cute but i guess you had to be there.

the way out was pretty crowded...there was tons of foot traffic but no one seemed to be caring. it must have been the runners high! i definitely need my injury to go away so i can run a few halves next year. super inspired!

halloween in nyc = nye in vegas

i heard that halloween in new york was crazy. i heard about the parade and how it was impossible to get anywhere in the city. i didnt worry about it at all because i was headed to tavern on the green which is only 15 blocks from my house. lucky me! NOT. i should have listened to everyone and not thought i was invincible to the hell this city throws out at people.

8:30 pm - i leave the house to go to stuy town to meet connie (she has my cowboy hat and cowboy boots). i take the M11 bus down 9th ave and get off on 14th street. it seems pretty crowded in the area for me to take the crosstown bus so i decide to walk. first of all, it started raining and then at 7th ave it started to get crowded. by the time i hit the subway stop, i am stuck in shoulder to shoulder foot traffic. by the end of the block, i turn into a back grazing skank as i am so close to the people around me that as i push past from person to person my boobs graze everyone's back. as i try to walk closer to 6th ave i realize that the parade is on 6th ave so i try to turn around and it gets even more crowded! there was no way for me to turn a right and go south so i tried to turn around and back track. the way back was even worse and people kept pushing me to the point that i almost fell over. i was so close to people that i couldnt even breathe. at one point a large woman yelled at everyone to stop pushing or else i was going to get squished! bless her heart.

9:30 pm - is the time im finally able to get out of the crowd. i was so traumatized that i yelled to all the people walking towards 6th to turn around because theyll regret the experience. i then thought that it would be smart to walk around the parade. every street was basically blocked off by the parade UNTIL HOUSTON. keep in mind it was really coming down now and i was soaked and i made the decision to try the subway. luckily the station gave me access to the red line or to the L. i tried to get to the L but it was so crowded that i just got on the 1 train and went straight back home. i was drenched and had to change the shirt from my costume and was so stressed that i had a glass of jack on the rocks. (yes, pregamed alone)

11:30 pm - i finally head to tavern on the green. this place is FULL of people in some pretty awesome costumes. only problem was that all those people were headed to the tavern. ok well no that wasn't the only problem. the first was that we couldnt find the rest of our friends for the longest time. the second problem was that there were SO many people trying to get into the party. the third and worse was that new yorkers are new yorkers. let me elaborate....the party ended up getting shut down because a few over eager and impatient partygo-ers decided to whack the tent entrance and tear it because the party doors wouldnt open.

ok thats enough because the night just ended up getting bad and worse then finally at 4 am it got better.