Look Like Your Pictures!

How is is possible that people can look TOTALLY different in person than they do in their pictures?

I just had a date with a guy from match.com and....[sighhhhhhhhhh]

First of all...he has me meet him at a bar that's in his work building. Very convenient for him, but fine. I don't mind.

I walk into the bar and it's packed. Now if I were a guy meeting a girl from the online world for the first time I would stand near the entrance so I'm easy to find. This guy apparently didn't get that etiquette memo.

I pass by SEVERAL HOT FINANCE BOYS and fiiiiinally find James at the far end of the bar. We look at each other twice and I think, "SURELY that can't be him."

But it was.

He seems less than thrilled after discovering I am who I am which makes me think, "Are you fucking KIDDING me? I'm SO much hotter than you. Don't give ME attitude!"

I know, I know but if you saw this guy you'd be thinking the same thing.

So I immediately know for a fact that I'm never going to want to see this guy ever again for the rest of my life. Swell.

I put on a smile and settle in for some small-talk-get-to-know-you-even-though-I-could-care-less-about-you talk.

He bought me a couple of beers and we talked about his job and shitty boss for most of that time. He was SO dorky and quirky (not in a charming way) and he would move his hands in a very feminine way...so not attractive.

Then he'd say something like, "You're intense" or "You have a strong personality" and just stare at me. I'd say, "Yeah, I guess I am..." or "Yep. That's me!" Then I'd sigh and take a VERY LARGE sip of my beer that he bought me.

Now I'm at home and drinking the remaining wine I have in a bottle of Pinot Grigio and am drunk.

Yep. I'm drunk.

Drunk and alone.

And I'm eating almonds. Almonds are the only thing I have to eat in my apartment. Otherwise, I'd be eating something that would make my taste buds happier.

I need to get laid. I need that first guy after the boyfriend breakup. You know. THAT guy. Luckily...or appropriately...I have two dates when I go home to Atlanta.

One is with Chase. Hot. At least he was 10 years ago which is the last time I saw him. Divorced this past December. Is probably lookin' to get some. Possibilities are huge. Have never slept with him before.

Two is with Aaron. I had a crush on Aaron when I was 16. Then we happened to live in LA at the same time. Dated. Then after 9/11 he freaked out and moved home to Atlanta. Haven't seen him since. It's been years. I've slept with him before and it's pretty damn good! He's a hot, hippie guy who thinks I'm amazing.

I'm looking forward to my ego boosts when I go home. And also my freakin' interview with CNN.

I just saw a promo for Larry King's "exclusive" interview with Isaiah Washington to get "his side of the story".

Really? Is that all CNN has to report on? Pathetic. Who give a fuck what Isaiah Washington has to say. I know I don't.

My favorite thing last night was Anderson Cooper's attitude at having to deconstruct Larry King's interview with Paris Hilton for an entire hour. He was SO annoyed. Made me laugh.

Alright. Enough drunken honesty for one night.

Got An Interview!

The producer chick just called and I'm meeting her in person on Thursday of next week. I'm so excited!

Although, it's going to be a FIGHT to get this job. She's really looking for someone that has more of a news journalism background...not entertainment. So I'm going to have to convince her that I can do that job. I hate interviews like this. I'm used to strolling in pretty much knowing it's my job to lose.

But I'm going to do my best.

And then I'll have Paul call and sell the hell out of me.

CNN job - latest

A producer for "CNN Presents" just emailed me saying that she got my resume and said I could feel free to call her regarding the job. So I've left her a message and am anxiously awaiting a return call.

I'm feeling this....

My mom

She's so funny. She's obsessed with me hanging out with this Chase Roth guy while I'm home. She just told me to "bring home my cutest clothes...and my sexiest clothes."

Woo Hoo!

I already received an email from my CBS Executive friend. The freakin' President of CNN is forwarding my resume to the VP of Documentary Series (formerly the Senior Exec. Prod. for "CNN Presents")!!!!!!!

The President said, "I dig her desire. It counts for a lot."

It doesn't get better than that!

I'm SO not going to be able to sleep tonight.

Atlanta job

Cross your fingers people!

I just got in touch with a former CBS Executive that I know through Paul. He's the nicest guy. He helped me out a lot when I moved to NYC and was looking for a job.

I emailed him about the job in Atlanta with CNN and he is friends with the President of CNN and just had lunch with him last week. The President is a little higher up than I was aiming as I'm sure that guy could care less about little ol' me...BUT Mitch said he'd forward my resume to the guy (who he said was really cool) and ask him how I can get separated from the pack.

That's the best connection I've come up with so far (thanks to everyone that's helped so far).

Cross your toes too.

Weekend update 6/24

Friday night I went out with a girl named Jenn. She's my friend Ramin's sister. She's pretty cool. I met her at Washington Square Park where there was a jam session going on. Seth Green was playing one of the guitars. Random but funny. I was the only one that knew who he was thanks to my casting days.

We went to a bar afterwards and were constantly hit on by a barrage of dorks that were out for a bachelor party. One of them wouldn't leave me alone until I helped him name his friends two pit bulls that he just bought. He wanted to name them after 80's hip hop groups. So annoying.

I couldn't sleep Friday night and didn't go to bed until the sun came up. So I slept until 1:15pm. A lot on my mind...

Saturday night I went out with my friend Jeannie and another girl. Very cool place called Revel in the meatpacking district. Used to be called The Bar With No Name. It reminded me of an Atlanta bar. No velvet rope. You didn't have to wait in line. Cool big patio out back. It was packed which tells me that New York is seriously lacking in cool places like that.

Sunday I slept late again. Watched Pulp Fiction. Went to Central Park for a walk and then walked home from the park. I needed the exercise because I've been eating a LOT lately.

The reason I can't sleep is that I'm obsessed with the idea of this new job I heard about. Associate Producer at CNN Presents. It's in Atlanta. And the more I think about it the more I want it. It's a PERFECT job for me!!! And I feel ready to get back home. I don't like my job in NY. I want to work in TV and the only jobs in NY are at MTV, Bravo or Fuse and I could care less about that crap. It would be AMAZING to work at CNN producing a documentary series about what's really going on in the world. And it's a STABLE job in TV. Not the futile process of trying to get pilots on the air.

I'm tired of being so far away from my family and good friends. My friends are either in LA or Atlanta. I'm tired of living one paycheck away from the streets. I'm tired of trying to create a life for myself in a huge city. I'm tired of how crowded it is. I want more space.

So I'm trying my best to find an "in" at CNN through my friends. So far I've only had a girl at the Cartoon Network refer me internally. Jeannie knows a producer at CNN Headline News so she's going to email him tomorrow. Hopefully he'll help me too.

As I was walking in Central Park today I came around the corner and looked up and saw a huge CNN billboard in front of me. Put a smile on my face. I was like, "HIRE ME!" I guess if I find an "in" and get a call for an interview then it's a sign.

We'll see...

Chase Roth

I booked a flight home for the July 4th holiday and am so excited to get a hug from my parents and to see some good friends!

Also......there's a guy named Chase Roth that I've had a crush on since 1st grade and my mom and all the other mom's in the neighborhood I grew up in have always wanted us to get together.

He was married but got divorced. My mom decided that now's "our chance". So she did her manipulative thing and scored his email address for me.

He emailed me back all excited to see me so I have a date with him when I go home.

Woo hoo!

I'm so excited! He's cuter than Dave and more fun to hang out with and actually laughs at my jokes. Will be such a great ego boost to see him.

All the Marietta moms are buzzing now. It's hysterical. "Maybe SOMETHING will happen FINALLY between Chase and Stacey! We're SO excited!"

I felt SO MUCH better when I got Chase's email. It was exactly what I needed to put me over the edge into the "I'm over Dave" category.

I love life.......

Update coming soon!

I've fallen behind in my blogging because Dave and I broke up and I haven't had the energy to type about it . Or rather...he broke up with me. Forgot to call me to tell me about it though. And he signed up for match.com again with a new picture and everything. Forgot to break up with me first. Oh and he stood me up...then didn't call...then forgot to break up with me.

So I've had a shitty week. But I'm back on match.com too and was able to tell him off in a very succinct but effective way. Here was my email to him through match.com (so he knows I'm immediately back on there too and he didn't break me):

Dave,

Since you're not going to be man enough to pick up the phone and call and instead have gone back on match.com let me just help you out. We're obviously done.

You're a coward and a prick.
Stacey

I was going to end things with him in the next month or so anyway because I wasn't happy. After two weekends of weddings and being around fun people I realized I needed to end it. But I would've done it to his face. After 4 months it's the respectful thing to do.

No more crying. He doesn't deserve it. You think you know someone...

I'm putting myself right back out there again to help get over it sooner. Might have a cocktail date tonight, in fact.

WHY ARE MEN SUCH PUSSIES WHEN IT COMES TO BREAKING UP????

Blogkakke

My boss emailed us today saying that the blog section of the website I work for needs a new title because the current one isn't cutting it.

He emailed us some suggested replacements and one was:

Blogkakke

I was told this is a play on the word Bukakke which, according to Wikipedia, is defined as:

Bukkake is a group sex practice that features a woman (or man) being ejaculated on by multiple men.

This is apparently funny to my boss in LA.

Please for the love of everything that is holy do not make me tell people I'm the editor of a Blogkakke.

Rain!

Yesterday I brought my cell phone with me while I was walking along the West Side Hwy because I wanted to chat with my sister and/or mom to help the exercise go by faster. I'm getting tired of "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake to get me going.

I'm about 2/3rds finished with my walk, on the phone with Kathryn and it starts pouring rain. Thunder, lightning. Awesome. I hang up with Kathryn and stick my cell phone in my spandex shorts in a lame attempt to keep it dry. Which means I can't run or the phone will slip out from underneath the spandex.

So I try running while holding the phone on my thigh. That was a pain in the ass so I changed course and decided to walk the mile home. It was POURING. I'm the only idiot out there that LOVED it! I really missed weather while living in LA. I was laughing all the way home.

My shoes still haven't dried but I don't care. It was a great NY moment.

Montreal/Formula One

Had fun in Montreal for Leigh's bachelorette party. We combined it with Geoff's bachelor party so there were 15 people there. A larger group than I would normally want to travel with but we separated a different points. I got to do everything I wanted. Shop, walk around Old Montreal, eat well, go to the car race, catch up with Leigh, get to know Geoff better.

Good stuff.

I'm so exhausted too. I told myself that the past three weeks of gluttony would end yesterday. Then I get a text from my friend Bernadette saying she's in town and wants to take me to dinner.

How can I turn down that offer?

So I choose Artisanal and we ate too much cheese and drank too much wine. Tonight Dave and I are getting dinner and will no doubt split a bottle of wine.

Let the gluttony continue...

Matt & Michelle's wedding

SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!

I had the best time. Took a train to Boston Friday afternoon. Remi and Carrie were napping so I walked around downtown Boston. I love exploring new cities.

Then we went to the rehearsal dinner. It was so good to see everyone. The decorations were so cute. Sailor type theme. I've never heard funnier speeches at a rehearsal dinner in my life. My mouth hurt from smiling so much. A lot of love in that room. They sat Remi, Carrie & I at a table with 4 old people. We laughed when we saw our tablemates but they were pretty cool actually. The sassy old people types.

We went to the hotel's bar afterwards to hang out. I only had a glass or two of wine that night. Was still in detox from Memorial Day weekend.

Saturday we woke up late and had just enough time to get ready for the wedding. I was so excited to wear my dress because I bought it months ago and had been dyyyyying to wear it. It was a hit. I love that.

Wedding was nice. Church was beautiful. But hot. I was doing the "I do declare..." thing while fanning myself with the brochere. I'm such a sweater. It's gross.

Reception was a lot of fun. We had a great table. The entire room was lined with windows overlooking the water. Beautiful. Lee Kirk sat next to me. CUTIE!!!!! I had a crush on him when I first met him in LA but of course he had a blonde, skinny girlfriend at the time. So I move to NY and now....he's single. Typical. I was thinking that if the stars aligned (read: I had the right amount of booze and the opportunity) that making out with him wouldn't necessaaaaaaaarily be cheating on Dave. We were getting along great. He was laughing at my jokes. But the more the night went on I realized that I would feel really guilty and I think he JUST ended his thing with the ex-girlfriend and was in no mindset for fun.

Just as well.

Michelle's dad is a firefighter so there were some of his guys at the reception. It was fun to talk with some of them. They're just real guys. Solid. Some of the firefighters got on their boat and did a water spraying type salute for Matt and Michelle. That was such a cool sign of respect for them and her father. Really special.

I was good not to get wasted. Had a good buzz going the whole time. We closed down the bar and hung out in the groom's brother's room for awhile. I was doing my "don't go to sleep" nazi thing. Then got tired myself. I had my Southern thang going on. I'm sure it was getting obnoxious. I needed to be slapped in the face and put to sleep.

Remi, Carrie and I hung out with one of Matt's co-workers the whole weekend. He looks like Michael J. Fox and was really fun to hang out with. We tried to get him to stay in our room Saturday night instead of driving to his parent's house because he had been drinking. He left after we went to sleep. Bastard. We're three random women he met at a wedding. We deserved to be treated better than that! At least a note! Something.

Matt & Michelle provided a much-needed breakfast the next morning. Then I got on the train and came home.

Now I have to get ready for work.

Ugh.

And gather some energy this week for the big Montreal trip this weekend. I'm going to be SO GODDAMN TIRED this time next week. Pray for me. After praying for the kids in Darfur of course.

Memorial Day weekend

This is a belated post. I was so exhausted from Memorial Day weekend that I couldn't bring myself to type up a post.

And now that it's so far after-the-fact I'll make it shorter than I normally would have.

Friday night we had dinner in the city with Pete & Crisi. It was just an OK evening. Conversation wasn't really flowing for some reason. Went to The Park in Chelsea and the service was horrible. Dave and Pete had started drinking that day at 4pm and when I met up with them to go to dinner Dave's eyes were SO bloodshot. High as a kite. Which I don't care about but it just was a signal to me that I probably wasn't gettin' any that night.

Crisi and I joked about that when we were getting after dinner drinks (WHY do I think it's a good idea to slam 2 mojitos after dinner? Why is this necessary?). She wanted to go home to increase her chances of getting laid and I said, "Tell me about it. I dressed extra cute to try and balance out the alcohol & pot in Dave's system."

We both got screwed that night. And not in the good way.

Saturday I barely made my train to CT. Pete, Crisi and I met Dave in Norwalk, CT where Pete, Dave and a bunch of his friends grew up. We BBQ'd at Tim's place. His wife was out of town so it was the 5 of us. Started drinking around 4pm I think and we were up until 4am. I was so tired but I had to stay up with Dave because he had a friend/worker of his to entertain.

Dave and I stayed at Pete's parents house in a room with two twin beds and a crib. Awesome. So we had sex in the twin bed (it was pretty good actually) and then separated to sleep. Nice set up. I think they had it right in the "Leave It To Beaver" days.

Sunday morning we grabbed brunch with Pete/Crisi...they went back to the city. We cleaned Tim's house and then went to the Sunset Grill (place on the water). But before that Dave and Tim drove me around Norwalk and I got to see the house Dave grew up in. AMAZING. Victorian house from the late 1800's. White. Huge front porch. 400 ft. of waterfront property. Truly beautiful. I can't believe he grew up there.

So we sat at Sunset Grill for about 12 hours drinking in the sun. I slammed back WAY too much alcohol and got nasty drunk. Where I get all dramatic and crying over something stupid. I HATE when I get like that. I'm a bad drunk. But we still had fun.

Dave and I had to sleep on Tim's couch. Ugh.

I couldn't even speak in the morning. Dave drove us back to his place and I crashed on his bed for a few hours and then we sat around all day watching TV. He drove me back the next day around noon.

LONG ASS weekend but overall it was a lot of fun. I was sick the whole next week though. My body was wrecked. Three days in a row of heavy drinking = not good. No more.