I've Made A Decision.

I am so embarrassed to see that my last post was in January.

I've been hearing it from all ends about keeping up with my personal blog, starting a food blog, working on starting on an events page, and I've done none of it. Aside from my sexy Facebook, my pages of food photography, I've organized nothing in a cohesive, funny format, and it's time I join my co-youth and take my Insta.gram and great love of NY, fashion, shoes, food and pictures to a whole new level. I'm going to start really telling you guys how I feel bout it all.

Hope you don't mind.

Prep yourself:
Sassy, brassy name to come that will make you giggle.

I swear, I didn't die.

Betty Boop is aliiiive :)

I promised myself that I would keep up with this blog, and my good friend Didi is mad at me that I have not...
Alas, I am back and better than ever!

over the next few posts, I will make up for all the lost time.

For now I can say this:
2012 is shaping up to be a good year...  Year of the Dragon, and shiz is gonna be fierce.

25th Anniversary Parties

2011 is truly turning out to be a very special year...
It is a constant stream of celebration and I'm loving it.

Right after Chinese New Year celebrations, I had started planning my 25th Birthday.

By late February:

I had Taglines.
I had 25th Anniversary Quotes.
I made extravagant Quarter-Century Lived references.

 I spoke of spring flowers, April showers, and the party of the decade to be had... All. Month. Long.

I compared my birth in April 1986 to being the second most explosive thing that happened in Eastern Europe; Chernobyl in the Ukraine being the first.

I created a full month's calender for friends and family alike...
I yearned to skydive for the first time in my life.
I wanted to gamble, to drink, to see live shows and listen to jazz.
I told everyone to get dressed up for a photoshoot in the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, to pose with the Cherry Blossoms during the Sakura Matsuri Festival.  

My Birthday was dubbed April 1986: The 25th Anniversary Party.

The many, many, MANY photos taken throughout the month were edited and categorized into an album titled,  "My Big Bold Brassy Sassy Bodaciously Badass 25th Birthday".


Now everybody's hooked... my dearest peers from school just as fiercely want to embrace the enormity of the fact that we've been on this earth for 25 solid years, that we're loud and proudly born in the 80's
(the same year Mike Tyson became the youngest Heavyweight Champion in history, Top Gun came out, and Madonna sang "Papa Don't Preach") and that we're living our lives as best as we can, with our given surroundings, and most important, with the people who matter most.


I wish all my friends the best this year;
 I wish them to achieve every dream they dream of,
to set new goals and continue climbing their way into a prosperous life that will give to them whatever they desire most;
amazing, fullfilling careers, supportive and  loving families, internal peace and contentment, confidence, and continued passion for life. Or even just an amazing sex life.

And may they all be as bold and brassy as I was in April; for when we look back on photos, smile and laugh at memories, may they twinkle and shine like the brightest stars in the sky.

So. Memorial Day Weekend is upon us.

The sun has fiercely reunited with New York, and embraced their residents with warm, fuzzy hugs.
I anticipate the summer with a glorious excitement that only comes with the first enticing whiff of freshly cut grass.

I linger on the streets, enjoying the sight of the looming green trees and people in colorful spring attire and ladies wearing open-toed shoes with brightly painted toenails.

Today, I crack open the 'ole grill for the first time of the season.
 Time to marinate my catfish and steak, wrap the corn in aluminum and mix up some minty mojito.

Let the festivities begin!

My Cherry... well ripened, has finally popped.

I can't believe it's finally happened.

Years of waiting, watching others do it, talk about it, express themselves so openly.
 I've always been nervous about the big B.
It's very accepted in our society these days, but still it's a big looming question of whether it's right or wrong, private or public discussion, and proper or improper.

Well, I've done it. I've jumped in, given myself, joined the dirty party.

Blogging. It feels good.