Stolen from New York Magazine for lack of any creative inspiration whatsoever today.
Name: Clink
Age: 25 (Gah. GAH GAH GAH. What an ugly number.)
Job: Television
Neighborhood: Columbus Circle. Sort of. Ok, on the cusp of Midtown West (eww) and the LowerUpper West Side (lovely). Recovering Upper East Sider.
Who’s your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
My mom. Born and bred and now living against her will in New Jersey. Also, Tim Gunn.
What’s the best meal you’ve eaten in New York?
Dylan Prime, last November. It was a combination of the atmosphere, the giddiness of falling in love, celebrating the Boy’s birthday, a great steak, some delicious full-bodied red and a fondue appetizer that, yes, still makes me drool when I think about it.
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Talk to crazy people.
Where do you get your coffee?
Starbucks.
What’s the last thing you saw on Broadway?
Evil Dead: The Musical. Does that count as Broadway? Or even Off-Broadway? Off-off?
Do you give money to panhandlers?
I do. Sometimes there’s just no stopping a bleeding heart.
What’s your drink?
Wine. I love being wine-drunk. Lately, red-wine-drunk. I am also a big fan of how a Red Bull and Vodka can take me from “Yawn, I’m tiiiiiiired, I might go home soon” to “Wait, it’s 4am? How the hell did that happen? Where to next?”
How often do you prepare your own meals?
Does throwing some bagged salad in a Tupperware container for lunch count? Microwaving a Lean Cuisine meal? No? Fine. Then I guess the answer is rarely. Every once in a while the Boy and I will get inspired to have a “home cooked meal” which usually means some pasta, in a pot, stirred with sauce.
What’s your favorite medication?
Xanax, for when I fly, is quite nice. NyQuil is great for when I feel like hell and just want to escape being awake (the crazy ass dreams are just a bonus!). Motrin is my lifeline during that time of the month. And I’m currently on a Sudafed Severe Cold kick; it gets me through the day. (I’m slightly disturbed that this question was so easy to answer. Perhaps I should’ve just said “Lots of hugs and chicken soup”?)
What’s hanging above your sofa?
Nothing, at the moment. We haven’t, uh, exactly gotten around to hanging up the mirror that we bought that has been sitting in the hallway for almost two months. All in due time.
How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
When my broke, just-graduated, entry-level-job ass first landed in New York, I paid $145 + $30 tip which, quite obviously, was waaaay too much. That was a Ramen-for-every-meal month, for sure.
When’s bedtime?
I start thinking about bed right after Jon Stewart’s “Moment of Zen” but never get around to it until around 1am.
Brunch: pro or con?
Pro. Very, very pro. Especially now that I live only a block away from Norma’s.
What’s your thread count?
300. Delicious.
What do you hate most about living in New York?
Paying more for rent than my friends in other areas pay for their mortgage. Is there really any other answer to this question?
What’s your brand of jeans?
One? Just one brand? That’s like asking a mother to pick her favorite child. Let’s just say that I’m a sucker for expensive jeans that cost entirely too much but that make me feel sexy so, shut up, they’re worth every penny: Rock & Republic, True Religion, Paige, 7.
When’s the last time you drove a car?
New Jersey, a few weeks ago. I drove around with the windows down and the stereo up and it was nothing short of cathartic.
Who should be the next president?
I’m a big fan of Joe Biden, out of Delaware. I am also all about Barack Obama running for president before he becomes a Washington insider.
Times, Post, or Daily News?
The Times. Mainly on Sundays. The non-newsy sections. I tend to get my news from the Daily Show. Humor helps it go down easier.
Yankees or Mets?
The men in pinstripes, of course. However, I was rooting for the Mets. No really! Last night was tragic. I could hardly breathe the entire bottom of the 9th. Now, I will be rooting for Detroit. Something about them is so likable. Also, if you’re going to lose, you want to lose to the eventual champions.
What makes someone a New Yorker?
Paying an exorbitant amount of money for a very tiny space because, hey, this is New York and New York is worth it. But we still reserve the right to complain incessantly about it.
Who is Osama Barack? Or do you mean Barack Obama. Or am I not up on my current events????? And me, I’m a Met fan - always have been. But I couldn’t take it last night. So I went to sleep in the middle of the eighth and had a wonderful dream about how fabulous it was that they won!!! And then I woke up this morning
Baby Girl: I always flub his name. Always. I’ve fixed it! And - my sympathies for the Mets. I really thought this would be their year.
Speaking of Nyquil, have you ever heard the song “Nyquil Blues” by Alvin Crowe? very funny lyrics!
They call me Nyquil junkie, I don’t know what they mean
But I just can’t be satisfied unless my tongue is green
Well, gimme a bottle of Nyquil, that restful sleep my body needs
Gimme a bottle of Nyquil, that restful sleep my body needs
Analgesic, decongestant, with an antihistamine
excuse me if I steal this for need of something to blog about…..
I’m a ‘lil tipsy on a Sunday night drinking really expense champagne with my boy (a belated holiday work gift… i know, wtf, it’s MARCH!). BUT… wanted to respond to another one of your blogs, Clinky. Ist, please write a book one day because I would definitely read it! 2nd, you are just as, if not MORE entertaining in the entries that don’t mention M or The Boy. That is not to say he’s not your soulmate, because after reading all your entries up until now, I definitely think that he is. It’s just a compliment to you that you are a writer. Please never stop writing, if not for me, but for the universe.