Thirty

So, people have been asking me to write something about turning 30. I don't really know what to say. I guess I made my peace with it (for the most part) several months back so it kind of doesn't really feel like something I need to write about at this point. There was a point where I had intended to spend my 30th birthday hugging a bottle of Patron tequila and getting an ankle tattoo, but after some contemplation that came off a bit desperate and sad. And I don't feel desperate and sad. I've said several times that it feels similar in some ways to turning 18. I feel a little more self-assured, a little more free, a little more like an adult, but those were feelings I'd been having for a while now. Aging--it's what happens to everyone, and really, it's not as if I went from 29 to 50 overnight or anything. I do feel lucky that I live in a time and in a city where being a single 30-year-old woman is pretty normal. I probably would have felt a lot worse if I hadn't made some changes in the last year and a half, and I don't just mean quitting waiting tables.

I have to say that the day itself was very nice, a Sunday, my favorite day of the week. I had a beautiful and delicious brunch at I Coppi with an excellent group of people who also seemed to enjoy themselves, and who were very nice and patient with the somewhat tipsy guest of honor. After brunch a few of us went to see Mamma Mia, which was cute but not great. And after that we went out on the town and had drinks. I made it home about 12 thirty that night, and certainly (OK, side note, someone just walked by my window wearing only body paint and a white thong--I don't know, just wanted to put this post in context for you all) had a full day. So thanks to everyone who shared it with me, and thanks to everyone who couldn't be here but who called, sent gifts, cards, MySpace and Facebook comments, etc. I mean, it's great that we have so many forms of communication now, there's really no excuse for not acknowledging your friends' big days. I need to be better about it myself.

I should also thank God or Mother Nature or Science or Satan or whoever the fuck decided to remind me that morning that I am still a woman. You really made my day!

And thanks to me, for being me and loving me and buying me some lovely gifts for myself. I love you, me! Hee hee.

P.S Recent celebrity sightings: Martha Plimpton; Albert Hammond, Jr. and his girlfriend Agyness Deyn.

Celeb City

I was thinking the other day about how I haven't seen any celebs around on the city streets in quite some time. And that made me sad. So I decided to make a list of the ones I have seen in the past, to cheer me up a little. Hopefully, the recent dearth just means there will be a nice major sighting in the near future?

Martin Scorcese, at whom I almost cursed for stopping in front of me as I was walking, before I realized who it was

Julianne Moore on 14th St. holding a kid

David Duchovny, almost bumped into him as he jumped out of a cab while filming some crap movie I never saw

Natalie Portman filming the final scene of Closer in Times Square

Fred Schneider (of the B-52s) in Union Square

James Iha (of Smashing Pumpkins) several times as he used to live near me and hang out at some of the same events as my roommates and I at the time

David Byrne (Talking Heads)stood next to my friend Chris and I at a They Might Be Giants concert

Ric Ocasek (The Cars) in the Meatpacking District one afternoon

Shepard Smith (Faux News) in Times Square. (Does he count? I'm putting it, whatev.)

Jared Leto, I think it was in SoHo off on some weird side street

Ludacris, ate at the Olive Garden

Method Man, same

Neil Patrick Harris, same, sadly enough

Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter, promoting his movie by hanging out of a limo in Times Square

Tracy Morgan, OG again

Joanna Cassidy and Cybill Shepard, filming that Martha Stewart tv movie in Times Square

Kristen Chenowith, outside of a B'way premiere

Chris Noth, two or three separate times

Karolina Kurkova, TriBeCa area

Kate Bosworth, shopping in Flat Iron District

Steven Weber, in Hell's Kitchen

Martha Plimpton, on an uptown N train

Mos Def, leaving the W Hotel in Union Square

One of those Madden brothers from Good Charlotte, the LAST time I ever went to MisShapes

Here are some I met when I was working in radio:
Margaret Cho, Scott Thompson, Dave Attell, Michelle Rodriguez, Vin Diesel, Bryan Norcross (only SoFla people will know him)
Also, when I was at Zeta I spoke on the phone to Michael Vartan and Christopher Masterson.

Okay, I feel a little better now!