Melody’s blog

Saturday 5/31 7:29pm
Something smells like either burnt hair or balloons.  Maybe burning balloons.  Whatever it is, I don't like it.  Not one bit.

Saturday 5/31 afternoon
Today I got my haircut.  After said haircut I walked to Bryant Park to get some cash from an ATM.  I walked into the vestibule and heard a disembodied voice say: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

I looked around and I was completely alone.

The voice said again, "I'm sorry to disturb you!"

I said, "What?"

The voice said, "Hello?"

So I said, " HELLO?!!!"

At this point I was pretty sure I was going to mugged and/or murdered so I got my cash as quick a possible (at least make the mugging worth it!) and walked to the door.  I looked back, preparing myself to be jumped . . . and saw that there was security guard talking on the phone in the lobby of the bank, which was blocked off by a gate.  And he wasn't going to mug me.  Phew.

I've dubbed May "Full Moon Month."

You ever wanted to be slathered in seaweed and wrapped up like a baked potato?  Well, thursday night that's what happened to me.  My girlfriend D and I went to Bliss Spa for their Deep Sea Detox.  It was 90 minutes of ridiculous indulgence.  It may have been the best 90 minutes of my life.  I left smoother, skinnier and unbelievably relaxed.

I think every girl should treat themselves to a little spa time every once in a while.   Or every once in an all the time.

Howdy!  It's been a while, ya'll!!  Melody here's been busy.  I don't have any real explanation for why I've been so busy or why this year is flying by, except that I'm old.  The older I get the shorter the years are . . . bummer.

There is reason to celebrate though because in less than a month N and I will be taking our first actual (and mighty deserved) vacation!  We'll be off to Nashville and Memphis, and boy am I stoked.  I'm saving all of the money I would normally be using on summer clothing and I'll be buying lots and lots of western wear that week.  Words can't describe how excited I am. 

GRACELAND!  WE'RE GOING TO GRACELAND!  Graceland for me is a spiritual experience.  The first time I went back in 2001, I wept.  I'd wanted to go to Graceland since I was 6.  And now, to go again, man, I can't even begin to describe my excitement.

There are a few trips/things to take care of before then, but in June, it's ALL about Tennessee kids!

Peace in the Valley: The Complete Gospel Recordings

Elvis Presley

This is some next level publicity stuntery. 

But come on, Sisqo.  No need for shenanigans, we all want you to get back together.  "How Deep Is Your Love" was the joint. 

Enter the Dru

Dru Hill

I went to another Blythe Gathering this weekend!  It's always awesome to get together with other dolly peeps and talk shop.

Last Saturday I saw my fourth . . . FOURTH movie of the year!!!  This is some kind of record or something.  I never see movies in the theater any more, mostly because a) lots of movies look lame and b) movies are expensive, especially in NYC.

Knowing that there was a new Martin McDonagh flick, In Bruges, I was more than happy to shell out the $12.  It was funny, bloody (as to be expected) and featured a midget and Colin Ferrell.  I couldn't have asked for more.  Now I'm just waiting for a film version of "The Lieutenant of Inishmore," which was by far one of my favorite theatre experiences ever!

So N and I decided to go to the movies today and stumbled on a Kosovo Independence Celebration in Times Square.  We were at first a little taken aback, not quite knowing what was going on.  Once we figured out what all the flags and honking was, we were pretty impressed.  It wasn't just some soccer rally, as I previously thought.  I really should pay attention to the news more.

Kosovo Independence Rally

Happy Fastnacht Day 2008, America!  And Melody still can't find a fastnacht in the city of New York.

I've got my donuts, though they are hardly a substitute for those pillows of delicious fried potato dough . . . no holes in the middle, please! 

This year I'm giving up coffee for Lent.  Crazy, I know, especially for a coffee lovin' Protestant like me.  I'm hoping after the 40 day coffee free spell, I'll be able to cut back significantly.  Coffee's expensive and addicting.  Without coffee, I'll have way more money at my disposal.  Money for awesome movies like this:

Snow Buddies

Hey folks,

So in the past week or so, some flippin' weird things have happen to ol' Melody here. 

Let's go back to Thursday, 1/10/08,  when I was walking back to the main office from a meeting at our East Village studio.  So I walk past some "art gallery" and I look inside at said "art gallery" trying to figure out what the heck was going on in there.  It looked lame.  Some dude yells, "Hey!  I think you should come in here!"  and another dude says, "Oh, because of that collar she has?"  And the first dude is all, "Yeah."  And the second dude is all, "Why don't you go tag her?"

Wha wha wha?  Excuse me?  HOLD THE PHONE!  See, that night I was wearing my $60 coat with the extremely faux fur trim on the hood.  It's removable.  It's not real.  I don't wear fur.  I didn't pay $60 to be yelled at.  People don't pay $60 for real fur, geniuses. 

Luckily for them, my boss and coworker with me, otherwise I would've confronted their "arteeste" asses.  Lesson here: Please don't yell anti-fur junk at people who are not wearing fur.  Thank you.

Now, let's go back to last Tuesday, 1/15/08, when I was walking back from a meeting at our training space.  I'm crossing Broadway when I notice a dude, standing right outside my building, aiming a camera with a long lens directly at me.  I won't say it was a telephoto, but that thing was definitely up close.  (I feel you, Britney.)  So I cross the street, and the dude is still aiming it directly at me.  I glare and give him the meanest look ever.   He's still aiming at me.  When I get to my building, his camera is literally in my face, and he looks up and laughs.  Grr.  I walk into the building, then the elevator, and the door guy runs to me and says, "I know you didn't think that shit was funny!  He was a creep!"  And I said, "Yeah, what was his deal?"  And door guy says, "I got your back!"  And the elevator closes.  Seriously?  Seriously. Is my luck so ridiculous that I really need my office building door guy protecting me from creepy dudes?  Clearly, I do. 

Thank goodness I didn't see creepy camera long lens guy again.  Hopefully, the weird stuff has subsided.  Though we did have what I'm pretty sure was a "jumper" situation on Friday.  Hello, 2008.  Is this how it's gonna be?