Day 35: A celebration of my birth…

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)


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!

Day 20: Look Mom, I made it!

Hey there adoring fans (Nicole Mangi Kramer and Matt Cwalina)!

Guys, I finally did it!  I watched the Season 8 finale of Greys Anatomy.  I’m all caught up and ready for Season 9.  Suck it December 21st!  (just kidding…Dear World, Please don’t end).   Now, because someone told me that something crazy happens in the first 15 minutes, I decided to record myself watching the first 15 minutes to see my reaction to what this crazy thing is.  Enjoy!

Spoiler Alert:  Don’t watch this if you’re not up to speed on Grey’s Anatomy…or you don’t like to watch girls cry.

                                                             RIP Lexi Grey

                                                    (Season 3- Season 8)

Oh yeah, don’t forget to go out and Vote!

PS: here is a picture of french fries.  They have nothing to do with this post, but I need a thumbnail pic for when I post it on Facebook and right now the only one that shows up is the picture of dead Lexi, and I don’t want to spoil Grey’s Anatomy for anyone…so here’s some Freedom Fries.

Day 18: Butt Aid…When Sandy Comes btw You and Your Calvins.

Hey there adoring fans (Aubrey Mock and Erin Whaling)!

I know a bunch of you out there are like, “Oh, cute idea for a blog Sarah.  Too bad the world is not gonna end.  If the Mayans were any good a predicting stuff then why aren’t they still here?  You know, you’d think if they were all telepathic and stuff, they would have been like, ‘Oh s*it our race is about to mysteriously disappear.  Let’s do something to not have that happen.’  But instead they just built a bunch of buildings with a crap load of stairs that my girlfriend made me go visit last summer in Mexico instead of letting me go on a booze cruise.  The Mayans don’t know squat Sarah”.

Well, theoretical dude who might say that, I really hope that you’re right, but as I mentioned in the beginning of this blog, I am 50% terrified that come December 21st, this planet may cease to exist, and things like people eating other peoples faces off and Hurricanes in New York City are not helping calm my fears.  Again, I digress.  Back to the list!

As a citizen of Planet Earth (while we’ve still got her) I did my part…


Yesterday, I volunteered to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy.  I’m still working on the people eating other people’s faces part, but so far the best I’ve done is to not, myself, eat another persons face and to discourage friends and family from doing so as well.  Some would say I’m a martyr…but that’s just silly…or is it?

The reason that volunteering was a pre-EOW must for me is because so many people on this planet have helped me in a million different ways and I wanted to make sure that (before it’s too late) I could give back and help other people that needed it.  So yesterday, I went in search of ways to help (messaged my proactive friend Jeff on Facebook), grabbed my neighbor, and headed down to a shelter on 49th street to offer a hand.

First of all, no, I did not wear this adorable volunteer outfit to be all matchy-matchy with the Command Center Sign (the command center sign merely decided to be matchy-matchy with me).  And second of all, yes, this was an obnoxious picture to take while people are living on cots because their homes blew away (which probably means I’m not a martyr after all).

Meet the cast: Jeff Metler (musical theatre buddy), Bridget Guerra (neighbor), and me!

Our first order of business as volunteers was to bring supplies (provided by super generous donors) from the sidewalk into the school/shelter.  What?  You think that sounds like a piece of cake?  You know how many packs of batteries those big ass Duane Reade bags can hold?  You know how heavy batteries are?  D batteries?!  Whatever, it was hard.

Our next assignment was cleaning patrol.

Side note: the homeless gentleman standing directly behind me in this picture invited me to “anywhere that needed tickets” because he had connections to a friend that had “tickets”.  He wouldn’t give me his name (mysterious), only that his email address was (have you ever met a man that was so connected that he didn’t even need a service provider?), and that I should put the word “tickets” in the subject line because he gets a lot of junk mail and that this way he knew it would be from me.   I would have been flattered if I had not seen him say the same thing to a cafeteria volunteer, and a mounted fire extinguisher.

Next order of volunteer work…


I’m going to go ahead and leave some space below open for my roommates and mother to rant about how I never clean at home and how I wouldn’t know how to use a mop if the world depended on it (I really hope the EOW does not come down to a mop off, where the best moppers get to board the mothership and the terrible moppers are left for dead.  That would really suck for me.)

Rant space for roommates/Mom n’ Dad/Anyone who’s ever met me(fill in the blank):


You___________________________________________messiest girl I’ve ever met___________________________when’s the last time you touched a broom?_____________ever heard of a duster?________________that’s the power of PineSol moron!


Everyone that thinks you are a messy friend

Next up, we organized all of the donations into categories of: canned goods, dry foods, medicines, and leftover Halloween Candy.

We found this peculiar item along the way.

Butt Aid…for when Sandy gets between me and my Calvins.

In all seriousness, I had a great time Volunteering.  Although the hurricane barely affected me (except that Dunkin Doughnuts was closed for 2 whole days!), it felt truly great to help the people of this wonderful city who were less fortunate during this crisis.  I would like to thank Hurricane Sandy for reminding me what it means to be apart this wonderful community, and for hooking me up with my date next Saturday night with, where we will go to someplace requiring tickets, as he has a friend with connections.

If you would like to donate to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy, you cant totes go to

PS: Duh!  We got drinks after.