One Year Down

I am not someone who gets excited for birthdays and informs everyone that it is coming up, but when I was approaching my One Year Anniversary in NYC I made sure everyone I talked to knew about my accomplishment and I made them congratulate me.  Most people did so without me forcing the high five because they know that it’s a fucking challenge.  I had the day off so I met up with my gay best friend, Joey, for coffee.  We gossiped and talked about boys.  I felt like Carrie Bradshaw.  I never meet for coffee so this was odd, but so much fun.  Joey is the most fabulous gay man there has ever been.  His hair is fucking phenomenal, people comment on it everywhere we go.  He is ridiculously talented and handsome and every man he meets (like 3 a day) falls in love with him.  It's actually kind of awful for my self-esteem.

Later that day, I went to a movie by myself in true independent woman style.  I saw The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and I cried the entire movie.  It was amazing and cathartic.  Emma Watson was superb and in true Fag Hag style I had the biggest crush on Ezra Miller’s character.  That boy has facial structure that might cut your face when you are making out with him.  And that would be okay.  I will take some bruises from those cheek bones.  

The best part of my Anniversary came later when I met some friends for drinks in the NoMad area.  While sitting at the bar, the manager, a good friend of mine, came up and told me that Sarah Jessica Parker was in the house.  I’m not cool enough to not be excited about shit like that.  When that bitch walked by me on her way out, all tiny and fabulous, I swear to you, it was like this whole year has been worth it.  How fateful that on my One Year Anniversary, while I am feeling like Carrie Bradshaw, Miss SJP herself walks by me.  She looked like Carrie, dressed fabulously in a great long coat, beautiful heels, and shiny, wavy hair.  I can’t tell if SJP is Carrie or if Carrie is SJP.  It doesn't matter; my year was instantly complete.  There really is no bigger NYC icon for a mid-20’s female than SJP.  She owns all my dreams of this crazy city.