Señorita, I feel for you*

Magnet #617 - Señorita Joy

Talk about creeeepy. Or, just a bad Photoshop job, honey.

Heh. Inside work joke.

A friend of mine brought this Spanish dancer back for me from Spain. Love her, even if she freaks me out because she's a little bobbleheady. (No, it's true. I'm not so good with the bobbleheads, it makes me bobble my own head.)

Just figured I'd use this to get into the Halloween mood. I'm supposed to be at a Halloween baby shower in NC today, but didn't make the ride down. Of course, this was the same couple that had a Halloween wedding reception. It was a great idea - they sorta-eloped with their parents and the priest, and then a month later, had a big costume party wedding reception. Genius.

That way, girls could wear their old bridesmaid dresses - my best friend wore my dress that I wore for her wedding. Wait. Is that weird? Maybe a little. I showed up as the wedding planner, in a business suit, clipboard, and lanyard and phones. Yay, 1st place. Of course, I'm sure it was rigged.

I rarely do the dress-up thing anymore, the last time I went allll out with any effort was as Jokey Smurf at Carolina. That's where we do it right - closing Franklin Street down and everyone running around unsober in costume. Really fun stuff. No real trick-or-treating, but that's what Nov 1st is for, to go buy the candy you want...at half price.

Honestly, in my 14 years here in town, I've still not done the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. Dudes. I get freaked out in my cube in broad daylight. The thought of a million strangers in costume and trying to scare people? Scares me.

So, it's the Chocolate Show for me today. We'll see if they have a magnet.



*A la pretty boy JT. And no, not Sweet Baby James that went to Carolina in his mind. Though, there is something in the way he moves, too. Hahaha. See what I did there?

What?

How sweet it is

Magnet #250 - North Carolina Magnet

When I moved from NC to NY in the 1990s, people wondered how a girl who grew up with a Salisbury population of about 24,000 (1,800 if you count Granite Quarry, where I really lived), would fare in a city of 7.3 million. Thirteen years later, and I'm still here, and loving it.

It's not easy, because you do tend to become anonymous in this town. That's awesome, especially when your underage Food Lion purchase of Zima in NC gets reported to your mother, not the cops. (Slight exaggeration, but not by much.) But, you make a few good friends in town and you make it just fine.

Of course, there are trade offs. Grass. Tourist-free zones. Fresh air. Open spaces.

But dudes, where else in the world do you get an email in the middle of the day to see James Taylor and Regis Philbin on Letterman? Where else do you get to see a very unassuming JT come out unnoticed during a break to say hello to Dave, and then hear him jam a number with the CBS Orchestra off-cam, and then hear him sing "Seminole Wind" on-cam?

And where else would I be home to magnetpost about it, while the show is airing, and before the JT performance to come?

How sweet it is, indeed.

Thanks for the tix, Erin! It was the pink of perfection!