I’m Gonna Tell You How It’s Gonna Get Done: I’m Just A Girl That’s Only Chewing For Fun

I founds two new gums I like. One is mango & chile flavored and comes in gumball form. The other is mojito flavored and comes in chunk form. I don’t think these gums have many fans besides me.

All Work And No Taekwondo Makes Sara A Sad Panda

I worked late four days this week, which meant zero days of taekwondo.  I feel kind of sad–I definitely miss the exercise, and my classmates, and my energy level is pathetic. 

On the upside, though, working late means that I get dinner expensed, so I took advantage of the reimbursement to treat myself to some Chipotle (mmmm, delicious guacamole…)  as well as meals assemblaged from the aisles of the nearby Whole Foods.  I’ve recently “discovered” SmartWater, which is just slightly sweet, promises to hydrate you with invisible electrolytes, and comes in a pretty bottle with a cute little goldfish printed on the label.  Plus, it’s another opportunity to rep Queens (Glaceau is based in Whitestone).  While I was in the store, I also picked up a few delicious organic Anjou pears, a package of surprisingly sweet frozen mango cubes (for making Jamba Juice-style smoothies in my own Cuisinart), and some of the absolute worst granola I have ever tasted in my life.  Also, protip: Vosges chocolate bars cost $6 each at Whole Foods, instead of $8… AT VOSGES. 

When I relocate (eventually…), I want to live within walking distance of Whole Foods.  While dangerous to my checking account, at least it would be good for my body.

Do “Hollywood’s Tightest Bodies” Eat Fried Meatballs, Too?

Tonight was Self Magazine’s annual “Hollywood’s Tightest Bodies” soiree, at hotspot-of-the-minute Tenjune, in the Meatpacking District.  Naturally, the event was heavily sponsored, from the Finlandia ice sculpture and endless trays of flavored vodka beverages to the bags of 100-Calorie Snacks littering the bar.  Besides the ice sculpture, which held my rapt attention for at least ten minutes, I was particularly fond of the new York Mints (they’re just well-packaged mini Peppermint Patties with an extra mint coating) , the giant bowls of taro chips (yessssss), and the mango martinis (with mango slices as garnish).  I had four different Finlandia drinks, some tiny air-puffed Oreo chips, and an assortment of very random appetizers (fried lamb meatballs, cucumber-wrapped… something) for “dinner.” 

The highlight of the evening was supposed to be a brief performance by “host” Katherine McPhee, but by the time she arrived at the club, the place was packed and we had migrated too far from the stage to see much.  (Personally, I was just trying to escape the music–DJ Aoki, another B-list celebrity, had been specially hired, and he was in his element, stringing together 10-second Top 40 samples with some horrific staticky scratching.)

On our way out, this kinda creepy guy with a British accent and a desperate wish to go home with one of us (well, mainly Jess, since she was the undisputed hottie of the group) proferred cash for our cab fare.  We shouldn’t have worked so hard to turn it down, especially since he almost handed us $100 at one point.  Ah well.  I guess safety and propriety are valuable, too.

Before we crawled into a cab to head back home (well, I only took the cab as far as the subway), we were handed spiffy-looking gift bags, which are always so promising and glamorous until you pull out the tissue paper and look inside.  In addition to the requisite latest issue of Self, there was a package of Halls Bursts (try them if you ever feel the need to numb your tongue and throat), another tin of York Mints (sweet), more packets of 100-Calorie snacks (for a total of 300 calories if eaten all at once), and then a box of Aquafresh Whitening Trays.  I was delighted by the appearance of the trays, since that was a product I worked on as an intern at Grey.  Of course, like all tooth whitening strips and trays, they’re way, way too small for my enormous teeth.  Naturally, the most expensive product in the bag is one I can’t use.

No, It Was Not A Stitch And Bitch Party, Although I Did Bitch At My Shitty Dropped Stitches

Tonight I went to a “Learn How To Knit Event” at The Point, sponsored by Domino Magazine. I did not learn how to knit. I did, however, get a nice set of bamboo needles, a soft and luxurious skein of burnt siena yarn, and a pocket copy of Knitting For Dummies, which is sadly not basic or illustrated enough for my [special] needs. Although a wild fantasy of making my own cute cloche lured me to the event, I was one of a handful of slow learners who did not leave the cafe with a finished hat. Maybe I’ll get the hang of this knitting thing… some other week.