Flava of NYC

A young Manhattanita tells all.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Babbo? Babb-NO!



For your FYI (thank you Patricia for that gem of a saying), a friend and I went to Babbo on Saturday, November 4th, at 5:30 (opening time) to see how long a wait for two would be. Two hours. Ouch. So we opted to make a reservation to come back another time. The first available time? December 4th at 10pm. THAT'S A FREAKING MONDAY. At 10pm. That is what time I usually start getting ready for bed.
I will be fasting until then to save up for the glorious food and wine feast I plan to unleash on myself. Note to co-workers...I might be a little late on December 5th. Go ahead and start without me.
Keep your eyes peeled for my Frank Bruni-style review of Babbo that week....

Read Frank Bruni's actual review:
http://events.nytimes.com/2004/06/09/dining/reviews/09REST.html?ex=1163739600&en=12e805ea471f2eed&ei=5070

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Super Mario Brothers....er, Super Mario Cavaradossi!



That's right folks, I'm not talking video games, I'm talking OPERA! Last night I had the pleasure of attending Tosca at the New York Metropolitan Opera, in Lincoln Center. The velvety red carpet, the chandelier, the fantastic people watching, all mine for the taking. The best part was, we had outsanding seats for a mere $20 a ticket. Orchestra, row Z, seat 23, a clear view of Tosca, Mario and the whole singing gang. I think our seats would normally cost between $80 - $100!

How does one come by these glorious tickets you ask? Luckily I have a good friend who was able to stand in line at 5:30pm to get some of the specially reduced day-of tickets for weeknight performances. She waited in line, got us our great seats and then had a glass of wine at the Time Warner Circle while I finished up a grueling day in the trenches. Then we trotted happily to the opera to enjoy the glamour (some men were in tuxedos!), the people-watching (the woman in a full geisha outfit complete with wooden shoes), and the jewels (in Tosca, the soprano sings while wearing the stage jewels Swarovski made for Maria Callas's first met Tosca in 1956). Now my co-workers can't figure out why everything I say is in an opera sing-song voice!
NYT article on reduced price tickets:
Check out the Met Opera website to choose YOUR next adventure (word of warning, since Madame Butterfly is sold out, you cannot get the $20 tix...we tried), but there are other good ones, too!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Speaking of text messages



Britney's stock is up. WAY up. After my rant yesterday about innapropriate text messages, I would like to highlight one that is APPROPRIATE. That would be Britney texting KFED that she's filing for divorce.

An email from my friend today (thank you Poodle):

TEXT THAT: Britney Spears told husband of two years Kevin Federline that she was divorcing him via a text message while he was recording a TV interview. The 24-year-old singer decided it was all over on Monday after a very tempestuous marriage and sent a message to Kevin's BlackBerry telling him exactly that.

Another newsy friend added color from Foxnews on the timing of her decision -- apparently pre-nup related (thank you G*):

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,228107,00.html

Everyone could learn a thing or two from the greatest pop star on earth...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Happy birthday to you too, Nana!

Anyone remember "Inconsiderate Cell Phone Man"??





I'm not going to tell you how to use your cell phone, but I am going to share some personal views. Full disclosure here: I am terrible with cell phones. I always leave my phone at home. Or I leave it in a trashy hotel on the LIE. Or accidentally pour Powerade on it. Or its on silent and I never hear your call. My friends really like that one. And forget about blackberries - it was a dark day for tech support when my blackberry and a bottle of diet 7-up met up in a dark alley, er, my purse.

And then there is text messaging. It has gone too far. I think it is useful for a situation where you're in a loud place (or a quiet place?) and can't talk on the phone. Send a text to tell your friend that you're at the bar next to the large man from New Jersey who has a plate of sausage. That is useful. Or, that you're in a movie theater and can't talk. Or if you don't want to talk to someone and get into a whole conversation but you just saw something funny (or someone famous), send a text!

DO not use text messages to share LIFE CHANGING NEWS.

I have now had at least three people (all dudes, also, does that make a difference?) send me text messages in a "text conversation" about life-altering events. One guy told me about how one of his parents died and his friend was assaulted. Uh, ok, I was just seeing if you wanted to get a drink later and now I feel like a huge inconsiderate dope. Another guy sends me a text message on a Saturday night that he's not feeling like going out because he just found out his friend died in a kayaking accident. Uh, ok. And most recently, as a response to a text I sent about a party, I received a text two days later that said, "Sorry I didnt go, my brother was in the hospital." Great. Now I feel like an idiot for inviting you to a party!

People. If your only relationship with someone is via text message, then its probably unnecessary to share these things at all. You're not close. It is awkward. AWKWARD. Just don't write back. Write a fib. Don't get into the details, we're not that close. And then when you text me something awkward, I'm going to have to call you so I don't look inconsiderate and you're going to ignore my call because we're only text friends anyways, not VOICE friends. I don't want to be unthoughtful, but it is a really difficult situation to get a text like that when you don't know the person that well!

To summarize:
- Texting should only be for flirting / meeting up; it is not a means to sustain an actual friendship/relationship
- Use the phone or even (gasp!) email to share big news that is not celebreality related
- If you're talking on your phone on the bus, expect that I'm listening, and secretly laughing at you
- Dear people who leave their cellphone on high-volume ringer at work and then go away from their desks all day long: I HATE YOU. And I hate your stupid ringtones.

Now enough of this diatribe - stop surfing the internet and get out there and VOTE!