Moses...

I LOVE the movie "The Ten Comandments"! It is the ultimate in camp. The scene with Moses and Nephrateri (Moses ex girlfriend) is classic. The lines are great "does your Shepard girl grate garlic on her skin or is soft and subtle like mine, are her lips rough and chapped with by the desert sun, or soft and red like pomergranite as mine, does she smell like me, of frankincense and roses, or like a goat" I want to date someone have them leave me for someone else so that I can use that line on him. Its classic! Yul Brynner in those short skirts... Fantastic! What about the party scene while Moses goes for the 10 commandments, those Israelites know how to party. Mrs. Pharaoh was such a bitch "Ramses do you hear laughter... I do its the laughter of the Pharaohs before you laughing at you Ramses, defeated by the son of a slave" love it.
Or in the move the part when the Jews leave Egypt, I swear its a 20 minute scene, it is so campy.
So people look forward to Easter for the candy, going to church celebrating the basis of Christianity, I look forward to "Ten Commandments" with crazy old Charlton Heston and sexy as hell Yul Brynner.

Metropolitan

Umm, why did I say sure lets get one more drink, sure lets go to Brooklyn and go to the Metropolitan, again it was trains planes and automobiles to get home...

Mini Michael Jackson

Union Square Subway Station, originally uploaded by mtaylor718.

One of those I love New York moments. FYI he was dancing to "Rock with You"

Miami

I have been interviewing the past couple of weeks. I have to get a new job! Been doing the monster, hot jobs thing, and its been very hot and cold. At first nothing, I was really worried. I thought I would be working at the Magic Kingdom for the rest of my life. But about three weeks ago I started to get some calls. Most of the things were jobs I would never do, but I was thinking about some of them because the way my mind works, " the mediocre interviews are the only one that I'm going to get so I better take them".
Until company "X" call me (company "X" because I don't want to jinx it, I probably have ruined it already by saying some much about it). I had a phone interview, at work with the King of the kingdom coming in and out of my office, so it really wasn't;t my best performance. I had to fill out one of those questionnaires, and e-mail it in.
I guess they liked something because I am flying to Miami for a face to face interview.
I've never been flown anywhere for an interview before. The job is based here in NY.
Are they flying a bunch of people to Miami to interview? I would imagine that if they had a few candidates someone would come to New York to do the interview? What do I wear? What do I take? Do I tip the limo gut that picks me up? Is it wrong of me to want to drink heavily this weekend before I fly to Miami for the day on Monday? It all seems so adult.
Wish me luck!

McDonald's

I haven't been to the golden arches in about a year maybe 2. Not really a fan but it used to be that every now and then I would get the taste for a big Mac and fries. Particularly after a night of drinking. Which was the case this weekend. Actually two nights after drinking I still couldn't shake that blah feeling that booze sometimes leaves with you. Thing is this was two days later. I had a great night out on Friday(thanks JKS and Dana), time got away from me and next thing you know its Saturday 12:30 in the afternoon and I have a wicked head ache and a stomach ache to match. Throwing caution to the wind I head out, beautiful day and was determined not to waste it. I go to the upper west side to run some errands. I have a pretty good day feeling very Marlowe Thomas (That Girl), do what I need to do, with a casual purpose that I try to portray when hungover.
I head downtown, meet a friend for dinner and drinks(wait, maybe that's why it was a 2 day hangover, the drinks I had with her?).On Sunday I felt like total crap.
Again another beautiful day even better than Saturday, I head out again, but this time no plans. I walking through Park Slope, I start to get really queasy (maybe I wasn't hungover at all maybe it was just being in Park Slope) just when I'm about to throw in the towel and head home, I see the golden arches. I figure what the hell, and I head in.
Waiting on line, behind a girl on 2 cell phones at the same time I look up at the menu board. When did McDonald's get so expensive. I settle on the Big Mac value meal for $6.50 cents!I sit down next to the old man nursing his cup of coffee, the same guy that is in every McDonald's I bet, and take in the surroundings while I take in the atmosphere. Kids happy as hell with there happy meals. The teen age girls behind me talking comparing their ultra sound pictures, of their soon to be children, the group of guys talking about the kick ass party last night, until that "punk ass bitch shot off his piece and the cops came". But I was all about my Big Mac fries and Dr Pepper.
But boy did it hit the spot, it cured my two day bender ills. I was having my Mary Tyler Moore Show moment right there in Cobble Hill. I actually ran into a friend from Chicago walking her dog, stopped and played with the dog, gave money to a beggar, stopped to watch people play hand ball, smiled while kids bought ice cream from the Mr. Softy ice cream truck. If there were flowers growing, I would have picked them and given the bunch to the old Russian ladies I smiled at as a passed on the street. Ah the magic of fried food. Looks like "I'm going to make it after all" that vodka drinking anyway.