Congrats to Cory

Tonight Cory and I are going out to celebrate his new job at ZocDoc (and my referral bonus)!
Starting July 29, after our trip to Florida on the 18, he is starting as an ISE, (inside sales executive).

So we are going to Essex, for dinner.  While everyone at my job has reacted strangely for two people who are dating to work together, we are  both very excited. Viva la Sales team!

Bacon Fest

A Post I like to Call, Text from the EX

When an ex goes to a babies birthday party of a ONE YEAR OLD because he's friends with my friends husband, you expect to keep things civil. Not drag your name through the mud, to friends. Well obviously only great things can come from it right? This was a month ago (middle of May) and I'm still graced by texts like this every now and then (no response from me). Here are a few recent gems: 

text from my ex:
"They all asked what I could possibly saw in you, but I can't, I have no idea. They all agreed they know who you are. Even your best friends husband called you a slut"

It gives less then a millisecond of hurt but it does remind me how much it sucks to forever change friendships over an idiot like him. 

I always save these texts as well. Since he has made me pay him money each month to see Merlin (never got to see Merlin) or 'pay him back in rent' and he threatens to sue. He is that classy. I can see why he's done so well in life.

It's only in hindsight I can really learn from the past. If i had only known. If only. Maybe I'd have kept more friends, my dog, some part of my past. I've lost everything is some aspects. Breaking up shouldn't be a war zone where people make sideline comments and can step back and forth over the line. You shouldn't be extorted for money to see your own dog and never get to see said dog. You shouldn't HAVE to break up countless times only to have it fall on deaf ears.

When your miserable, leave. Leave fast and don't look back. Don't try and fail because you feel guilty. Don't bother telling friends who might sympathize at the time and then take the opposite side. The longer it takes, the longer the aftermath will be. It took me years to leave. To get the voices of everyone else out of my ears and listen to myself, my own voice. To keep true to that voice when everyone else around me had a different opinion and judged. 

Of course said person will call your parents and siblings to bad mouth you're character after they can't get anymore more money out of you. Soon they move on to friends with tidbits of information you've shared with them over the years, to stretch it into lies from truth. To spread the destruction. Threatening calls to my work phones, to my cell phone. 

In the end, after its all over you start to pick up what you have left. A small handful of people, photos of your dog and truth. Truth of the people you had around you, who you are and what you will never, ever go back to being. 

Weekend in Review

Dresses on rooftop bars are never a good idea, I tried to be fancy because we were on the rooftop bar of the Met (we're members darling), fancy is no place for high winds but it is the place to flash everyone your undies. 

Its me and my city

Apparently, the back of my head is my best look

Modcloth Pop Up Booth

On Friday I had an RSVP to an free event that Modcloth was having. Modcloth is a great vintage website that have parties in certain cities to showcase their clothes. I didn't end up buying anything but there was an open bar and cupcakes so, ya know. 

FALLOUT Shelter in Governors Island 

Cory's response to "you look like a fart face"

 Cory's Samsung galaxy S4 phone allows us to take front and back photos, so everyone must suffer

Encouraging Cory to Jump (kidding, I wanted documentation he fell, he wasn't 'pushed') 

Dog sitting in Columbus Circle

Sunset 

Columbus Circle With Angela,Greg and Jack

Puppies and Babies Love Cory

Zocdoc Party and Hair Chalk Fune

(I took this photos this morning when i told Cory we were going to go on a 7 mile run)

Memorial Day

It makes sense on the one year anniversary I left for New York, I return home for a visit with some of the most important people I love.  

"One of the best pieces of advice my mother ever gave me is to make sure I have standards and not expectations. Standards are for me -- they're the rules I live by, the myriad ways I define my self-worth by rising to meet my own high bar, earning the self-esteem that goes hand in hand with achieving these standards, and setting the tone for how others treat me by treating myself with respect. Expectations are us trying to will other people to do what we want -- since we can't control anyone besides ourselves, this is an exercise in futility and sets us up for disappointment and hurt. If someone doesn't meet your standards, get them out of your life. If someone doesn't meet your expectations, take a closer look at what you're asking them for and choose whether to readjust. Often, expectations have so much more to do with us and what we need than other people and what they are (or are not) willing to give."
Daphne Oz, Chef, Author and Co-Host, ABC's "The Chew"

New Blog

I may never get a chance to work for a magazine but I can still write!
http://vainforvanityssake.blogspot.com