It's the little things

One of the funny things about moving to New York is that you suddenly find novelty again in the things that had once been mundane. For example, as a Manhattanite, there is hardly a treat in the world so great as riding in a car (cabs excluded) or taking a trip to Target. And so tonight, I have made plans to do one such activity. Yes ladies and gentlemen - tonight I will be dining at Applebee's!

Now, the important thing to understand here is that I don't even really LIKE Applebee's. I didn't like it when I lived in the south, and I don't particularly like it now. But for some reason, be it nostalgia or insanity, I am REALLY REALLY looking forward to spending my evening with a bunch of tourists, in Times Square, scarfing greasy french fries and Veggie Patch pizza at Applebee's. Like - full on PUMPED about it.

I think perhaps it is that same instinct that you may have had in High School. The one that tells you that it would be fun to sneak into the ball pit at McDonalds and play. On the one hand, it's a bit rebellious. There is something enticing about being somewhere you just aren't supposed to be. By the same token, however, you are getting to re-live that youthful fun, if only for a moment, without ruining your street cred.

So call me what you will. A rebel or a fool. Either way I plan to fully enjoy my trip back in time, and my $24.99 appetizer combo.

Thy name is HoneY, and thou shalt blog

You think you know, but you have no idea...

Ok. Scratch that and let's start over. I'm not too keen on being the girl whose blog begins with a tired line from some mid-nineties MTV show. Then again, I'm not quite sure what kind of beginning I am keen on, so I suppose I'll just keep it. Besides, I think it is fitting, triteness and all.

Let's start with the basics. I'm a 20-something. Wide-eyed and fresh out of graduate school, I have spent the past few years looking for fulfillment in anything I can. Despite the extensive soul searching, I haven't quite put my finger on what it is I want out of life (although I believe that the discovery of Pinkberry comes pretty close). Unfortch for me, I don't know anyone who can explain to me what the hell that stuff actually is either.

I grew up in the south, on the Virginia/Tennessee line, and have developed a serious distaste for all things NASCAR as a result. Don't call me a hypocrite if you catch me at a race though - I will do just about anything for the experience and hilarious photo potential. If you don't believe me, I will send you a copy of my 2006 Season pass to Dollywood. Seriously. Hit me up.

These days, though, I spend my time on the friendly shores of Manhattan, New York just trying to experience the city life and embrace this whole "Corporate America" thing. Deep down I still kind of think this makes me a sellout, so I am forever scheming to give it all up in the hopes of opening my own traveling tiki 'bar'ge. You see, I would live on my barge, wear flip flops every day, and sail from town to town bringing joy to all. Kind of like Santa Claus - only with a blender and really high insurance premiums.

So with that, let the games begin. Who knows - maybe this blog will be interesting enough to "set sail" itself. Ok - I know - only if I promise to stop it with the puns.