Hey there adoring fans (Lily and Frankie)!
I did it! I saw the tree!
And then I ran for it!
And then I got it!
Bam!
Now time for a beer…
Day 37: Oh tanennbaum….oh tanennbaum….
I’m not really sure what the “press this” button means. I guess we’ll see! I hope someone out there likes my blog 🙂
Hey there adoring fans (Maria from Cesca)!
So, tonight I had big plans. I was off to see…
The Tree Lighting Ceremony at Rockefeller Center!
We started off at Starbucks for some hot chocolate. Now, should we add milk?
So many choices? Wait, is that a flask? Who put that there?
Which one will I choose?
Twist my arm Starbucks. Twist my arm.
It’s so nice that Starbucks offers Peppermint Schnapps. Who knew?!
So then we walked right on up to 51st and 6th to find ourselves in…
the longest line of all time…
After being herded like cattle (with a lot of A-holes with baby strollers. Just a heads up parents…this is the worst possible place to bring babies…besides a movie theatre…or a fancy restaurant…. or your creepy Uncle Larry’s bathtub), we finally arrived at…
Another really long ass line.
But the good news is…we saw the tree lighting!
Ok, ok. So it wasn’t the famous tree of Rockefeller Center. And it wasn’t even an actual tree. But I was tired of waiting in line so…
…we went to a bar.
After a few beers (only 2! I swear), I came home to watch the Tree Lighting on my DVR. Except our stupid cable screwed up and didn’t record it. Damn you Time Warner (shaking left fist in the air…while right hand pours a glass of wine)! But it was totally ok because we could watch the part I really wanted to see on Youtube…
My friends Kristin and Ryan’s engagement!
Yes, you guys (who’s cable didn’t screw you and you actually got to see the show, ya jerks) these are my friends and their engagement was totally real (despite the terribly phony voiceover)!
Every kiss begins with K? Usually mine begin with J(ameson).
Have no fear readers. I will eventually get to see the famous tree before the end of the world. I’ve got like less than 30* days left (unless Tina Fey shoots me a text message asking me to go on 2 week cruise around the world) I’ve got plenty of time.
*Woops. Being that today in November 29th I’ve only got 22 days left. Looks like it’s time for 2 a days.
Hey there adoring fans (Michael Smith)!
Have you ever heard this phrase?
Oh my God! You’ve never seen _____________?! Are you kidding me?! What, do you live under a rock?!
You can insert a number of items in this blank, like:
Gone With The Wind, Star Wars, That youtube video of the kid all high on nitrous after he gets a tooth pulled, The Karate Kids, 2 Girls 1 Cup?
Well, that’s happened to me every time someone mentions….
The Goonies
So, in order to embrace my 80’s heritage (and now have something to contribute when my peers start talking about the stupid Goonies and I feel all left out and stuff) I rented…
If this movie is as good as everyone says it is, I figured I better get it in before the You Know What happens…or doesn’t happen….
Michael J. Fox wasn’t in this movie (as I had hoped…I mean, who makes an 80’s movie without him?)
But guess who was?…
Rudy….Rudy…Rudy…
(and some chick that looks just like Hermione Granger)
And also…
One of the Corey’s!
(He’s the one on the right. The dude on the left is actually the “quirky” sidekick girl that annoys all of the other characters once her glasses are broken…aka the perfect part written for ME!…only in my version it’s a musical and she tap dances.)
Then there’s that Asian kid who was in Indiana Jones and is really smart and good with gadgets (sooo Asian…just kidding…I’m not racist…whatever it’s a compliment).
Then we go into the strangely inappropriate relationship between the “fat kid” and the “sloth.”
It gets weirder…
And weirder…
And you thought Will and Grace was the first outwardly gay couple on TV. (Well, Will and Grace weren’t gay for each other. Will was gay for someone else….I can’t remember who…Jack? No, they weren’t gay for each other…maybe it was that cop…they were super cute together…I digress).
PS: I was right!
There was a really unattractive Frenchman…
In conclusion, the Goonies was actually really good! It took me back to the 80’s and to one of my favorite places in the world, Portland Oregon.
Here’s me and my Mom at Cannon Beach from like 5 years ago when I was doing a show…
(Hot! I know…. we’re holding a sand dollar and Ruby’s leash is around my neck…and I’m wearing overalls)
Here’s the Haystack from the movie…
So bring it on fellow children of the 80’s! Let’s share inside jokes about The Goonies. I’m not scared.
“Hey you guys!!!”
Hey there adoring fans (Diane Scacchetti)!
What did I do with one of my last lazy Sundays before the Mayan predicted apocalypse? First, I broke the Christmas movie seal with Home Alone. Then I took a 3 hour nap. Then I watched Liz & Dick on my DVR (I’m lying. I am embarrassed to admit that I did DVR Liz & Dick, but I haven’t brought myself to watch it…mainly because the title is silly… and Lindsay Lohan is a tool). Then I realized that I haven’t done anything to plan for the end of the world since my Thanksgiving feast. So (after pouring myself a glasses of wine), I looked at the Calendar and figured out the best date to plan my EOW/30th Birthday party.
Sarah’s pre-End of the World 30th Birthday Party!
When: Monday, December 17th
Where: You think I’m gonna post an address on the interweb for the whole world (10-12 of people who already know where I live…plus the 3 people from Tanzania that are apparently following my blog) to see?!
Who: All of my awesome friends, family, and chinese food delivery workers that are off on a Monday nights.
“Sarah! You’re really going to throw the last most awesome party of the world on a Monday? That sounds like a bad idea. Wouldn’t you rather do it on a Saturday? Plus, how’s your love life?”
Alright, theoretical voice. My love life is none of your business (non existent), and I’ll tell you why I’m throwing it on a Monday. It’s because almost all of my friends are employed in one of the following:
1. Theatre (which is off on Mondays)…
(Shout out to the ladies of the Flatrock Playhouse’s production of Chicago!)
2. Restaurants (where Monday nights are dead, and the people that are not afraid of the world ending won’t lose out on Friday or Saturday night money)…
(I don’t know this person. I just google imaged waitress. In my mind her name is Claire and she went to AMDA)
OR
3. Other…
(Do I know her? No. Have I been there? No…well maybe…only on Thursdays…)
To fit all of my friend’s needs I decided a Monday night party would be most conducive for all of the above.
So, to all my dear friends (and people that I don’t really like that much but I’ll probably invite just in case the people that I do really like can’t make it so I still seem really popular in case Tina Fey shows up) expect an Evite or annoying facebook mass message about the party by the end of the week. And to all 3 of you readers that I don’t know personally, I’m sorry but I can’t invite you unless you pass a rigorous background check to prove you’re not a serial killer or extreme coupon-er.
Let’s have an awesome time celebrating my birth/EOW just incase this happens…
or this…
or this…
and we’re totally fine!
Hey there adoring fans (Andrew and Sarah Briedis)!
Hey there everybody! As this is may very well be the last Thanksgiving before we’re sucked into a black hole (or December 22nd will come and we can go back to our happy humdrum lives), I decided to…
Cook my first Thanksgiving Dinner!
Like most of you jolly people, I have contributed a side dish (bottle of wine) or dessert (jello shots) to Thanksgiving dinners in the past, but I had never planned, cooked, and hosted an entire Thanksgiving myself. I recruited my neighbor Bridget (who had also never cooked Thanksgiving dinner) to help…
We started the day at 1pm with a estimated dinner start time of 6pm. I learned that planning Thanksgiving dinner is a lot like stage managing a show…a show with lots of booze.
Cheers to a (hopefully, or else we’ll have to call and order Chinese food) successful day!
Notice our apartment’s autumnal flair leftover from our Oktoberfest (drunken A-holes) party.
Oh no! Our outfits are so nice. What if we spill Armond (the Turkey) juice all over ourselves?
I have an idea!
Now it’s time to prep the Turkey. His name is Armond. He weighs 13lbs and was raised on a nice farm with his brothers and sisters and died of natural causes and his will and living testament was to be eaten on Thanksgiving by very nice people.
Warning: here come a lot of (mildly entertaining) pictures of food. If this was a facebook post…I’d stab myself in the eye.
Me and Armond.
Me fingering Armond (relax…it’s a cooking term that means “stick your fingers in the turkey hole then give the “come hither” gesture, you pervs).
Next came the…
brussels sprouts! Who knew they grew like dingle berries on a stick?
Then…
more wine!
Then gravy…
and more wine…
Then neighbor Bridgette cut the carrots…
look how fancy! (Please don’t cut off your finger neighbor bridget…I’m out of band aids and reaction time).
While her husband Justin peeled potatoes (watched football and drank beer)…
We’re almost there! Oh, wait. No we’re not. Armond is taking longer to cook than recommended because of stupid New York City ovens. Looks like we’re not eating at 6…or 7…
The crowd grew impatient…
Just kidding…they were fine (and apparently pensive).
Then Danny (the detective) discovered that the pop up timer was broken.
Eventually… Armond was done! Danny was the only one with carving experience (was the only one that hadn’t had 3 bottles of wine already and could be trusted with sharp objects) so he carved!
And then the feast began!
(Followed by lots of games, and you guessed it…drinking!)
Look at my marvelous plate of food!
That I continued to enjoy the next morning (hungover)!
Hey there adoring fans (Holly Mandel)!
Well, it’s day 33… the halfway point of my journey to the End of the World!
Let’s hope it doesn’t end and we are all totally fine and that I will have to find something else moderately interesting to write about. I’m going to tell all twelve of you out there about my (hopefully not last) Thanksgiving…but I have to work tonight, so I’ll just give you a little preview…
Hey there adoring fans (Danny Kelly and Rebecca Stuard)!
Something I’ve been saying I want to do every year on the night before Thanksgiving is…
See the Balloons get blown up for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade!
Now I know this is Day 32, and Day 31 was also about the day before Thanksgiving…but I’ve been busy (you know, with stupid work so that I will have enough money to achieve my other goals…and will have something in the bank in the event that the World doesn’t explode or is taken over by Alien Zombies…or if it is taken over by Alien Zombies I can buy them off with the $24 I have in my savings account) and had to combine a few things
Now back to my story:
The Flat Girls and I hopped on the subway down to 79th and Central Park….
After finding our way through the crazy subway traffic (stupid toddlers walking all slow), we happened upon Papa Smurf!
Here’s me in front of Mr. Kool Aid dude riding a skateboard (Why is he on a skateboard? I have no idea. Maybe he took a trip to Brooklyn and found the skateboarding hipsters fascinating…and maybe next year he’ll show up with skinny jeans, quirky glasses, and a beard).
Here I am in front of Charlie Brown. The funny thing that you’ll notice about getting your photo taken when you’re in the middle of a huge crowd of tourists (and there’s giant stimulation of mildly-rememberable-cartoon-character-balloons), you tend to be photographed next to other people (usually children or annoyingly adorable families) also getting their photos taken.
Here I am with the Pillsbury Dough Boy…
And here I am with my favorite…Santa Claus!
Have a Happy Thanksgiving everyone…let’s hope it’s not the last!
Hey there adoring fans ( Mom and Dad )!
Previously on SixtySixDaysofSarah…
Twas 2 days before Thanksgiving, when all through the house,
Little Sarah was drinking, she sure was a louse.
The recipes were Pintrested on her computer with care,
this year she would cook her first turkey,
she would have to grow a pair…
To Be Continued….
Then she continued…
‘Twas the day before Thanksgiving, November twenty first,
Little Sarah was so excited she wanted to burst!
See, Sarah knew she had a big task in store,
for she had never cooked Thanksgiving dinner before.
As she entered the Whole Foods on West One Hundreth Street,
Little Sarah grew worried,
it’s been months since she cooked meat.
She gave up vegetarianism for one day this year,
and had chosen a free-range bird that had not lived in fear.
She called the bird Armond, for it only seemed fair,
to name the poor chap and give him plenty gay flair.
Next on the menu was sauteed brussels sprouts,
Rachel Ray had recommended it, though some had their doubts.
This side Rachel swore would make our her meal great,
And if the guests don’t like them whatevs’
Haters gonna hate
Now for everyone’s favorite, mashed potatoes, yipee!
Let’s hope the non-dairy version will be as cream-y.
‘Cause there’s no milk, cheese, or butter for poor roommate John,
for they will light his ass on fire and to the toilet he’ll be gone.
Then came the herbs, sage, rosemary, and thyme
they shall be rubbed on Armond, ’cause his boobs be so fine.
The recipe says to rub between the skin and breast,
“that’s what she said!” Sarah bellowed, now back to the quest.
Cranberry sauce, screw it, we’re buying a can,
and for the love of God…
are you there Tina Fey, I’m an effing huge fan!
This sugar’s expensive, this price is a scam,
let’s go somewhere cheaper,
stop judging, Flat Pam…
Now where is Flat Sarah?
She always get’s lost.
Oh, here she is fella’s
again getting sauced.
It’s back to this list ’cause we still need some yams,
or sweet potatoes or whatever I don’t give a damn.
If you were marshmallows where would you be?
Whatever, we’re leaving ’cause I’ve gotta pee.
Well that about does it for this shopping spree,
hope my good friend Bridget doesn’t kill me!
(it’s not super fun to take 200 pictures of your neighbor while grocery shopping)
Then Sarah came home to the Upper Upper Westside,
her shopping had been completed, she was glowing with pride.
Fingers crossed everybody, that her guests will stay living…
and from the bottom of her heart…have a Happy Thanksgiving
Hey there adoring fans (KJ, Vexa, Micki, Naomi, Evan, Robin, Nick)!
‘Twas 2 days before Thanksgiving, when all through the house,
Little Sarah was drinking, she sure was a louse.
The recipes were Pintrested on her computer with care,
this year she would cook her first turkey,
so she’d better grow a pair…
To Be Continued…
Hey there adoring fans (Carrie Ormond and chefs from the sushi bar last night)!
So, last night I went to see Twilight, Breaking Dawn: Part II.
“Sarah! Why would you spend one of your last nights on Earth (or any night on Earth for that matter) going to see one of those horrible movies? You have less than 35 days until December 21st! You should go see Argo. My friend saw it and said it was really good and that Ben Affleck might get nominated for best direction,” says every straight guy on the planet. Well, Mr. Straight guy, first of all you should be more optimistic. I mean, maybe the world won’t end and we will just have to find a new place to keep the polar bears. And second…you will never understand why we ladies enjoy Twilight! You see straight guys…you’ve never been a 13 year old girl (and if you have I apologize as you probably have a lot of surgeries and therapy ahead of you…). A 13 year old girl that sits around eating cheese puffs, hoping that one day the hottest guy in the world will walk into your high school cafeteria take one look at you and finally understand what the true meaning of love is (despite being alive-ish for over 400 years and meeting tons of slutty undead chicks with bigger boobs than you). Plus, not only is the guy hot (sparkles in the sunlight and has a body that is literally chiseled), but he’s super sensitive (plays piano and reads poetry) super smart (speaks like 37 different languages and has graduated from highschool like a million times), and is also crazy rich (one can build a mean 401k when you’re around for over 400 years… especially when one will live forever and doesn’t have to worry about health insurance deductables). So now we have this crazy hot, sensitive, smart, rich, older man and he is into you, the plain, clumsy, artsy, vegetarian, pale girl who likes to read Wuthering Heights (never read it but it seems like a book that someone would read at a hipster coffee bar or while waiting for his/her quinoa to finish cooking…which means it must be cool). So there you have it. Every chubby/pimply/flat chested girl’s fantasy comes to life in Twilight. The most amazing male specimen picks the female underdog. Oh, and they have crazy sex and wind up with an adorable half human half vampire baby.
So…I took Flat Pam and Flat Sarah to see the final Twilight movie, but since they were only born between 5 and 20 days ago, I had to fill them in the best way I knew how…
From People Magazine…Special Edition…Breaking Dawn…
Now girls, this is who the actress they chose to play Bella, the awkward and plain new girl in town. Her name is Kristen Stewart. She takes ridiculously long pauses between sentences while constantly biting her lower lip, and is filled with enough teen angst to put sweatshirts with thumb holes and Tori Amos CD’s out of business.
And this is Robert Patinson. He is the adorable british actor (who played Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter 4….swoon) that they chose to play Edward, the sexy, sparkly vampire with great hair. No complaints. Well, maybe some more shirtless scenes and less scenes with that two-bit floosie Kristen Stew…I mean Bella.
Then we have Jacob, the werewolf…ehh…not important.
You see Flat Pam and Flat Sarah, Robert and Kristen fell in love while filming these movies and became quite the item…
But then Kristen, being the angsty hoe-fo-sho that she is…cheated on poor little Robby with some director guy from some other terrible movie that she did…
And now he’s single…
Just kidding! He took her back, and now they’re trying to work it out…
just don’t tell Craig…
So Flat Pam and Flat Sarah, now that you’re up to speed, let’s watch this b*tch!
Really Flat Ladies? Have I taught you nothing?
That’s better!
Hey there adoring fans (Erica Sweeny)!
Tonight was a wonderful night! I got to spend it with my amazing friend Craig. Craig and I have been friends for about 6 years now. We’ve had many long and meaningful talks over (many) bottles of wine. We’ve laughed and cried together. We’ve shared our hopes and dreams with each other. And tonight, after some candlelit sushi (and sake) my friend Craig got down on one knee….
and gave me a box of business cards…
Yes, tonight ladies, gentlemen, and hobos…I got business cards!
You, see I’ve always wanted to have my own business cards. What’s that you say? No, I don’t own a business. So what? I can still feel cool handing a little piece of paper to total strangers to make myself feel important (and no, I don’t have issues with needing to feel important, what are you? my shrink?). Plus, if s*it goes down on December 21st, I will have extra paper around to take the place of toilet tissue or create a new form of currency… “Hey there scary demon from the deepest depths of Hell. I’ll trade you 14 sixtysixdaysofsarah cards for your source of eternal life.”
I ordered the adorable “mini cards” (for one easy payment of $19.99) last week, and they arrived today in this snazzy little box…
Since I don’t own a business, I just put the website for the blog on the back of the card (along with my social security number and hair sample). Hopefully I will get some new fans and maybe some new friends (not that I don’t love my current friends…it just doesn’t hurt to make new friends…you never know when you’re going to have to create an army to fend off space zombies).
Hey there adoring fans (Ben Dogpark)!
Ok, my life has been pretty hectic with these 20 hour work weeks, and I haven’t had time to do some of the bigger things on my list (painting my bedroom, seeing a live taping of SNL, becoming the first female president) but I have done a few small things…
Day 26: I caught up on the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy…
Did you guys know Mr. Feeny (of only the greatest 90’s TV show Boy Meets World) plays a Minnesota-tian cardiovascular surgeon on my beloved (quickly tanking) TV show?
Correction: played…
RIP Mr. Feeny
(the character on Grey’s Anatomy, not actor William Daniels)
B-T-Dubs…did you know that Mr. Feeny was also the voice of KIT on Night Rider?
And that he was nominated for a Tony as “Supporting Actor” in a Musical for his lead role of John Adams in the 1969 musical 1776 but couldn’t be nominated for “Lead Actor” because he did not have star billing because his name wasn’t above the title and since Adams is clearly the lead role of 1776 he declined the nomination? Mr. Feeny said “F U” to the Tony’s! Badass Mr. Feeny. Badass.
(this is a picture of John Adams)
Day 27: I went to see the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center
(No I’m not giving the #1 sign…I’m pointing at the tree, no the tree hasn’t been decorated yet, and no I didn’t run into Tina Fey become BFF’s with her and ask her to read a poem at my fictitious wedding…so stop asking.)
Oops. I forgot Flat Pam and Flat Sarah at home. They were not happy about missing the tree…
(Don’t worry, I promised to take them to work with me for Day 29.)
Day 28: I cleaned my room…
Now that I’m looking for love I realize that it’s
A:
Important to have a clean room in case I (get hammered) have a gentleman caller over.
And B:
Even though you can say things like, “I can explain, you see I’m writing this blog where I do silly things and often use props…”
…waking up to the cast of Grey’s Anatomy and my halloween costume from last year (a dress made entirely of dryer sheets…cute right? I had the best smelling costume on 9th avenue) is pretty darn creepy.
Hey there adoring Fans (John Galgano and lovely wife)
As many of you may know one of my dreams is to meet Miss. Tina Fey before our world is obliterated/ruled by martians/nothing happens and we are all fine. She is a badass woman who (as you should totes know) was a writer for Saturday Night live, produced her own show 30 Rock, and wrote an awesome book called Bossy Pants (plus is hilarious in every way shape and form). So far my spectrum of working on this goal of meeting her runs from writing about it on this blog that reaches 1-12 people, to occasionally walking around Rockefeller Center hoping to bump into her while wearing the same cardigan and say “Hey Tina! Look, we are wearing the same cardigan. Tell me how it is that you got to be who you are, and what the true meaning of life is?” Unfortunately neither of those tactics have worked out, so I decided to send her a “fan” letter….
I was thinking that since she has children, arts and crafts might be the best way to go…
And then I realized this looks a little too “I just stole your loved ones and now I’m holding them hostage” so I decided to go in another direction…
…maybe since it’s getting pretty close to Thanksgiving…
I could send her a hand turkey invitation to Thanksgiving dinner! No, still to creepy? Even with my headshot glued to the thumb? Ok, here’s another tactic…
when in doubt, bring in Flat Pam…
Fingers crossed that this works…I’ve only got 41 days (or the rest of my existence providing that the Mayans are stupid and the world will go on for a very long time 🙂
PS: Isn’t Flat Sarah hot?
Hey there adoring fans (Desi Davar and Olivia Conroy)!
If you haven’t been paying attention (shame on you…all 3 of you) on Friday night (Day 23) I was paid a visit by a gentleman caller. On Saturday morning, I said to that gentleman caller the number one sentence that every gentleman caller wants to hear…
“I had a great time last night sir, but now I must bid you adieu to go pick out a WEDDING DRESS!!!”
Yes ladies and gentleman (callers and non callers alike), on Saturday I tried on wedding dresses!
Do I have plans to get married any time soon? Nope. But who’s to say that I can’t have a blast trying on beautiful dresses and have strangers dote on me for no good reason (no I do not have a constant need to be the center of attention. Why do you ask?)? After all, the world could end in 42 days (or not…fingers crossed).
We started off with a column dress (let’s get real…we started off with Bloody Mary’s).
Then this little number called a “fit and flare” (or as I like to call it “do these feathers make my ass look fat? and flare”).
Then this guy that kind of looked like a nightgown (under impressed face)…
Then I had a talk with the sales woman Sharisse about my boobs.
“Sharisse, you call them wide set. I call them East-Wests. Tomato, tomahto.”
Then she brought out the big guns…
I didn’t necessarily find the perfect (fictitious) wedding dress that day…
…but I did have a ball (gown)!
The take away from this experience:
1. The bigger the skirt the smaller your head looks (in a good way).
2. The friends that you drag out to watch you try on wedding dresses when you’re not actually getting married (and tell you that you look pretty even though they don’t have to because you’re not going to buy any of them anyway) are SAINTS!
3. Bloody Mary’s + corset = heartburn
4. Gentleman callers may or may not love being called gentleman callers.
A big thanks to my buds Candice and Aleka for humoring me on a fantastic Saturday afternoon!
And a shout out to saleswoman Sharisse! Thanks for everything (boob talk included). Sorry for not buying anything. And don’t worry, if the world doesn’t end I’ll be in to pick up my bridesmaid dress for my buddy Mary Trotter’s wedding.