FAQ's

Q. What's up with those scratches on your hands?

A. I do roller derby, and I have sensitive skin. The scratches are eczema, an allergic reaction to the wrist-guards and protective padding I wear so I don't break anything while skating.

Q. That looks like it hurts. Does it?

A. No. It itches sometimes but really it just looks gross.

Q. Can't you get something from the dermatologist to treat it?

A. I have something I use to treat it. It's a steroid cream. Unfortunately, the prescription I got isn't quite strong enough.

Q. Why don't you go back and get a stronger one?

A. Because it's a pain to make a doctor's appointment. Also, steroidal creams cause skin-thinning over time, so I'm not in a big rush to get crazy-strong steroids and end up with really thin skin. That just sounds like it'd be even grosser.

Q. I don't understand why your Christmas is on Jan. 7th. Do you celebrate 3 King's Day instead?

A. No, it's really Christmas. I'm Orthodox, and we've got the old-school calendar. Western Jan. 7th is Orthodox old-calendar December 25th.

Q. So why isn't your Easter two weeks' later than mine?

A. I have no idea. It's lunar or some junk.

My phleghm, let me sneeze you it

I hab a code. I don't like eet. Friday night and yesterday I hunkered down in my bunker to aggressively treat said cold by sleeping, taking nyquil, sleeping, watching DVD's, sleeping, and whining quietly to myself. (Fneee!)

It seems to be working somewhat but I feel I am still in the middle of it. If I were at old job I would take a day off, but I'm only at week 1 of new job, so I'm not taking sick days for a mere cold. Hmmph.

And it's snowy and freezing rainy and windy. Hmmph again.

Update

new job rules STOP am exhausted STOP am tasked with memorizing entire staff STOP they gave me a hoodie STOP had the spiced pumpkin soup with creme fraiche STOP off to memorize staff names STOP

Hooligan's

2nd party down. We went to Hooligan's, I had the fettucine, it was delicious. It was only slightly less awkward than going to someone else's goodbye lunch. Done and done.

Beauty Party

So, last night I went to the beauty event thingy. Lots of other ladies did too; apparently there are many beauty fans. The deal was you went in and registered, and they gave everyone cards with all the vendors listed, and you had to get six vendor signatures in order to get your swag bag.

Some people were really freaked out by the whole concept - one woman seemed quite distraught, saying, "How does this work? WHO signs these? Where are these people who sign these cards?" I'm baffled at how disturbed people can get when you hand them instructions.

I hit the food table first, o' course, and had some deleeshus lobster-stuffed mushrooms. I fought my way upstairs and got signatures from a plastic surgeon (December is Plastic Fantastic month! Um... ok?) a teeth whitening dentist, a neutraceuticals vendor, an Ecru seller, and a couple of other vendors that I didn't actually know what they were but they signed my card. After that it was too crowded, so I grabbed my gift bag and left.



Contents of gift bag:
New Beauty Magazine
Ecru Magazine
New York Streets shampoo, conditioner, and styling stuff samples
Some other skin care sample
Flyers for plastic surgery, NYSC, and various other vendors that I pretty much threw out immediately

So, one party down, three to go.

Party party party!

This week is chock full of partyliciousness.

1. The salon I go to is having a Beauty Event tomorrow night. Cocktails! Hors D'oeuvres! Gift bags! Hair demo's! I'm totally going to brave the cold and walk there and down drinks and watch hair demo's. The flyer says it's a Must Attend for all Beauty Fans! I'm such a beauty fan, it's like, not even funny.

2. Goodbye lunch at work on Thursday. I've had to go to many a goodbye lunch, and usually at TGI McCrapperson's or Chili's. This time around, because it's for me, I got to pick, and I pick Houlihan's! Yaaaaay! Altho', comparing Hooligan's to TGI Mccrapperson's reminds me of that scene in Office Space where the guy meets Jennifer Aniston for lunch at Flinger's, on her lunch hour from Tchotchke's, and she says, "This place is nice. I like the uniforms, anyway." What I mean is, it's not that much better, but it feels like it's better.

3. Work holiday party. I might not go. It's at a hotel and the food will probably be good but, meh. It's the same day as my goodbye lunch so I'll already be full of salty fatty foods.

4. GSR season ending Dress to Kill party. I am going to get s-faced. So if anyone has a problem with that, they can go eff. Em-effers!

The day after the GSR party, I have a ticket to hear Itzhak Perlman at NJPAC, one of four 10 dollah tickets that La Prov was kind enough to hook me up with. Will I be too hungover? Or will the virtuoso violinny-ness be soothing enough? Only the weekend will tell.