Mother's Day

As I check out at the supermarket and place my yogurt, fruit and granola into my recyclable bag, the check out boy wishes me a happy mother's day. He asks if I'm a mother, I politely say no. I say Thank God under my breath, and then he asks, "but you will be soon, right?"

No, not if I can help it. Happy Mother's day! For now, I'll just be a grateful auntie who likes her cocktails and her own nap times.

A Prince of My Own...

As I watched the royal wedding in the wee hours of this morning, all I could focus on was the moment Prince William laid eyes on the now Princess Katherine. It was a moment that made me cry, I can't lie about that. Such love, such excitement, as if you know it will last forever. He mouths "you look beautiful". At this point, I am fully crying, wishing to have someone love me like that in my life.

I closed my eyes hard, took a step towards the door, to my kingdom, my reality, and then to the gym. Ha! Gotta look good if you want that prince of your own. I'll get there...

The Sushi Set Up

Sushi is a great place for a date. I can't tell you the number of dates that I have been on at a sushi spot. Usually the second date, although I don't know why. Here in New York, there is a sushi restaurant on every corner, and most of them are pretty damn good. This weekend, I ventured more towards midtown, entering into an Asian oasis on 49th Street with my cousin, for a quiet evening with some raw fish.

After walking into the zen like space, I quickly noticed there was a particular seating scheme. Families filled the front, mostly booths, with small children and many bowls of edamame and tempura. In the middle, were dozens of tables for two, with what looked like second dates all around. In the back, were the single people. Tables of women, two by two, capped on the end by two tables of three men. I was instantly intrigued.

One set of three men looked like the Jewish version of the Jonas Brothers, a little more gel for the Jew 'fro, lots of chest hair, and a love for the Jappy Jersey girls sitting next to them. How did I know they were from Jersey, well, my cousin and I were lucky enough to hear the whole conversation. Jersey and Long Island were both represented, and a conversation about Jew camp was included as well. I felt pangs of jealousy over my spicy tuna roll and special number 5 roll that I wasn't the one getting hit on. Maybe it was just a twinge of indigestion.

As I pondered this, three men sat down next to us, two with wedding bands, and one who was loud, sweaty, overweight and balding - and of course single. Thanks sushi people! Although I can appreciate your relationship feng shui, and actually can respect it, felt a little insulting with what you provided on our side. At least the sushi was good!

The Netflix Boyfriend

So I finally have joined the Netflix revolution. It's been a few months now and we couldn't be happier. So many evenings and long luxurious weekends have been spent together,laughing, crying, and smiling from ear to ear. Don't get me started on the discussions that have surfaced as a result, I could talk about it for hours!

It's so dependable, I know it will be around from the middle of the week through Sunday, waiting for me. It knows just what I like, whether it's something a little more serious, or light hearted to de-stress me from my week. It gets better with a good bottle of wine or even a slice from the Gotham Pizza on the corner.

It doesn't talk back and totally there for me, entertaining me, taking me to foreign lands or allowing me time with some of the hottest movie stars around.

Now, if only I can find a person who can do the same, we'd really be in business. Until then, I will wait with anticipation for the next red envelope to come...

New York's Finest?!?

As I walked home on this cold and rainy evening, a bright spot appeared! A very cute man walked past me in midtown, nicely dressed and looking good! Gotta love a man in a suit.

After taking a closer look, I realized he was blowing spit bubbles. For real - spit bubbles! Clearly not New York's finest. And so I continued through the masses, head down, pushing forward to home.

Irish Goodbye

This weekend, a good friend of mine brought me a boy for my birthday party. Initially I was intrigued. Sadly, it didn't last long. After some strange comments and clear continued anger and homicidal ideation towards his recent ex, I was done with my new toy.

He must have sensed my boredom. After buying shots for me and all my friends (solid attempt at buying back my affection), he let me know he was heading to the bathroom. We never saw him again.

And so is the story of the Irish goodbye... At least he had enough sense to pay his bar tab before leaving!

The Benefits of Aging Jewish Parents...

Having aging Jewish parents has some benefits that I continually reap...

Recently, I have received an email from my mom letting me know that there is a free movie screening in NYC. Yay! This could be something good! The movie is Lord of the Dance - 3D! Apparently this is not a joke and is coming to a theater near you soon!

I also tend to get mail from my parents. Mail is always a good thing. These days, all the postmaster brings me are bills, catalogs, and Netflix. So a personalized letter with stickers on it is fun. That is until I open it up, to see some article sent from the Sun-Sentinel by my Dad, or coupons from my mom, usually for tampons, Pepto, or Lactaid Pills. No note.

With all their aging quirks, the best is getting to hear the weather report for New York City, messages about how cold Matt Lauer looks on the today show so I should dress warmly, or the latest fad by Oprah.

Gotta love em!