dry martinis? Or witch hazel in a glass??

YUCK.... my mom ordered a dry martini, with the olives that you always see people drinking like on Wall street or the real housewives of Orange county or NYC, or whatever other city they have found rich housewives that have way too much crap that they don't even know about. I am not a huge drinker, but I like certain cocktails, and I LOVE olives so I was excited. She took a sip and was like yoweeeeeee. I took one sniff of it and gagged, I let the drink touch my lips and then I licked them and I almost puked. You might as well pour rubbing alcohol in a nice martini glass, throw two big princess olives on a tooth pick and suck it down because that's basically what you ordered. 

mallrats

When I was in 4th or 5th grade my older brother started getting girlfriends which I didn't like so I would do everything with them that I possibly could so that they wouldn't be alone together. So one day they're watching a movie on the couch (mind you he's in like 7th grade and she's in 8th) so I join them. The movie so happens to be Mallrats, which I didn't really beleive that people did that, growing up in Brooklyn, there is so much more to do then walk around a mall all day long and cause rukus... we did that on the streets and were call 'Hoodrats" a completely legit, understandable idea... However the movie was fantastic, I did not fully understand everything until about high school, but thats what makes it interesting. But this concept of a Mallrat actually was applied in my REAL life this past Sunday, Now that I live in the country and the only thing to do besides shoot animals (which my boyfriend does) is to walk around the mall aimlessly, or go to Marshall's (they have great deals on good stuff, I reccommend the home section) So I decide to go to the mall alone on a Sunday afternoon, my boyfriend was working on his new motorcycle that he just bought, mom was grocery shopping and my brother and his girlfriend (not the one from the 7th grade) show up, So I leave. I get to the mall and do my normal park at Macy's routine so I can get in there and get out ( I love clothes, but I hate shopping) avoiding the fragrance section, because just walking by it makes my eyes water and my nose burn. I head to DSW which is the best store for shoes, nothing. Go to Oldnavy (got a neice on the way always get her cute stuff) pass Target and head for H&M, then go back to Target, literally I was in the mall for maybe 90 min. As Im leaving target my boyfriend calls me and I'm walking passed all the little stands in the center of the mall where they try to buff your nails and sell you stuff for like 80 bucks and you realize its just a huge nail file, when I look down on the ground and theres a crumples up dollar. Besides the fact that I'm half Jewish, and besides the fact that this has happened to me before where I found money on the street in the city and it made me feel good, I felt like something was up. I asked my boyfriend, "theres money on the floor should I pick it up?" He said yes, I bent down and picked it up and I heard a shreik from up above "That's MY DOLLLEEERRRRRR" First thought was stupid little Mallrat kids, because now I live in the middle of nowhere this is what I deal with. While I was still on the phone I gave a thumbs up so those kids could see that I was takin their dollar and there idea, yet "cool" and exciting at first, to see which loser would pick up their dollar so they can scream in front of the entire mall, and make them feel stupid. But whose stupid now??? I got the dollar!

movin' out

So everyone eventually moves to the city to better their career, and get all those good job opportunities, the fashion, the art, the music. EVERYTHING is there. I grew up in Brooklyn, Park Slope, which for some reason is the most sought out area to live in now. People on craigslist are signing up to trade their homes in other countries, for an apartment in Park Slope ONLY. Like that movie with Cameraon Diaz and Kate Winslet where they switch and one lives in a tiny, but cahrming little cottage in some woody area in England, and the other gets this incredible mansion in L.A. Well I traded up my sweet little(kinda) house in BK to live in Ellenville, Ny. I like it here, my boyfriends here, my parents moved here and are renting the house out in Brooklyn, it comes with a 26 year old boy and live in girlfriend in the garden apartment, so I can't really live there anymore, HOWEVER I miss it.