Stuck!

Since nothing crazy seems to be going on (other than my vacation last week-stay tuned for the blog to come), I have a new issue. Last week's was a piece of cake compared to this one. To fill everyone in, my phone appears to be made out of glue, and the earpiece is kind of moving in place and has glue sticking out of it. About 55 percent of the time when I use my phone, a strand or two gets caught in the earpiece, snags my hair and kinda hurts for about three seconds thus handicapping my thought process as I chat on my phone. The bald man at Verizon didn't seem to care.
But that's not the issue I'm referring to. About 2 weeks ago, I got my spring internship as a wardrobe stylist at the Rachael Ray show(Yay!). Immediately, I had visions of me becoming besties with Rachael Ray. She'll come shopping with me all the time, do all you can eat sushi Monday nights and even come up to the heights for a Shab lunch. In the midst of all my day dreaming, I couldn't help but think about what I was going to call her. I have a besti, and her name is Rachel. I call her Ray-Ray, she hates it-I love it, and that's what I call her. Let's say I start calling Rachael Ray, "Ray-Ray". Well that sounds dumb, it sounds like I'm calling her by her first and last name, first name being "Ray". So should I call her "Ray-Ray Ray"? While that works well with some friends such as ShiraNissel or MosheBillet, I don't know what Rachael would think of that. I could always try "Ray to the Third" or "Ray Cube", but I fear that those may also sound dumb. Until I get a new idea, for the time being, when she comes to my house for a sleepover, I guess I'll just be calling her "Ms. Ray".

Pillow Fight

We went from a party of 2 to a party of 20 in 10 minutes. What started out as a friendly girls-only slumber party/new year's eve bash turned into a sausage-fest. Backtrack it to Motzash(Saturday night). I was sitting on the air mattress in Malki's room, when I decided to send a mass invitation to 104 girls on Facebook. We figured we would do it all girls for the sole purpose of us wearing pajamas. I brought over a few DVDs, made guacamole and baked cookies. In our pajamas, Malki and I kicked off the evening over a warm bowl of Wacky Mac and we reflected on the top 10 moments of 2006. Next, we watched 13 Going on 30 (Malki cried)...(fine, I cried the first few times I saw it too), and we were eating our snacks. When it was over, we checked Facebook. We had 23 rejections, 7 maybes, 2 yes's and the remainder were MIA. 2 Yes's. Who were they? Me, of course and Malki. We were contemplating taking a bunch of pictures of us wearing different outfits in the event of a Facebook album. I even suggested reenacting that scene from Home Alone when Kevin wanted the bad guys to see he wasn't by himself. It was all a pretty good deal, but the problem was, it was only 9:30, Malki was in tears, and we both stained our clothing from the guacamole. The pajama party was over!
We each sent out around 10 text messages, threw on clothing, made a sign and within 12 minutes, we had a party rolling-guests included. The final guest was out at 4am. In and out, we had a total of 6 girls, 14 males. What happened to all the girls? Ironically of the 6 girls we had all evening, only 3 were invited (again, Malki and I are included in that mix), and the other 3 that showed up were way cooler than the other 101 girls combined. Booyah!
But hands down, the best moment of the party was at midnight. At around 12:04(we didn't realize it was midnight until we heard noise coming from the locals on Bennett Ave) we remembered that the cool thing to do is watch the ball drop, and since B55 does not currently get television channels, we went to check it out online. We eagerly watched the screen of the Dell. Suddenly, the moments arrived that the ball hit the bottom of the pole. In ginormous lights, the screen read "2006"....DARN!