This week, I’d like to share some experiences-observations, from the last week and a half. Mind you, this us only the tip of the ice-berg and a constant in my life. The next blogs will be about “New Waves” and “Post…”
*Reminder: I am a Creative Director-Planner for Special Events…for now ;+)
Wedding: At a venue waiting for the bride & groom, the caterer, and the officiant for the ceremony (I am usually the first to arrive and the last to leave). I went to the bathroom and discovered the officiant snorting what appeared to be Cocaine. He looked up and said: “Oh don’t worry it’s only Ritalin” I responded: “No worries-non of my business, whatever connects you to your HigheR power-but you may want to confront your runny-bloody nose.
Bat Mitzvah: We’re consulting on one (budget: over $150k). The client and daughter had to leave early because they didn’t want to be late for their 5pm trainer’s session. The 13 year old has to loose 12 pounds before the big day (in three weeks).
Intervention: A friend of mine recently held an intervention with another close friend. The person with the problem has been a little too Oxycontin happy, popping 13 at a time (at least twice a day for the last month). She’s lost 15 lbs (fitting into her size 2’s again), her eyes are sinking lower than the ice at the North Pole (but hey that’s what make-up is for)….and OH-Yeah she’s a diagnosed Bipolar-Paranoid Schitzophrentic. The friends discussed how to approach her, while sipping cocktails, and flipping through Tivo…Long story short, she was not happy, and reacted how addicts in denial do. The two friends holding the intervention looked at each other and said: “Xanax-Now-this is beyond frustrating.” They popped their pills and washed it down with Xtra-Dirty Martinis, then turned to the addict friend and said: “Oh please, we control it-it controls you.”
Valentine’s Day: I received this text message on V-Day: “Happy Valentine’s Day from your secret admirer…meet me at the W Times Square, Room #xyz, and we can discuss your future over champagne and oysters.” I texted back: “Thank You for the offer but I am not interested. I’ll call you when I get off the phone, with your wife.”
On the 1 train going downtown at 4:30pm: Three business men (you know the type: designer suits, slicked backed hair in their late 30’s & 40’s who only take the train when there’s street traffic) discussing how they so desperately need a vacation, how it’s been so long, blah-blah-blah. The one in the Gray Suit turns to Navy Blue and says: “but don’t you go to the Hamptons in the summer and Barbados in the winter? Navy Blue answers:
“Yes-but that’s with the wife.” The third suit, Charcoal Grey, gets off the train and says: “Ok boys, see you on the West Side at 1am.”
Miss Me Mucho,
*Wilson Mesa…Your Psychopomp
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…I wan to hear more…this should be a show!
You said it right…never a dull moment. OY VAY!
This SHOULD be a TV Show or something, think bout it!!!
A day in the life with Psychopomp…..
xo
Claudia~
LLLLMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAO… That is the funniest thing I’ve heard/read- at in a very long time… and I know what you’re talking about- but to read it is hysterical…! … And sad to know that this world is full of this ridiculousness. Lol- but at least it can provide some sort of comic release and sanity barometer- I guess.. though I don’t know if it sets the bar too high. Perfect!
Wow, so hilarious! You need your own reality show. This is three much!
Ok….i thought that my life was interesting… wow, i lead a dull life! Thats some crazy shit… too funny!
I snorted Ritalin once. I was in my early 20′s and my female friend and I took the pills from our male friend who pretended to have ADD. We sat around all night waiting for something to happen -then she left, both of us disappointed. At 6am with the sun rising and me sitting there wide-eyed about to finish up cleaning and organizing the deep, embedded drawers of my house I thought “OOOOH!” I’ve been trying to get my hands on that stuff ever since. No, not really but people on Ritalin have an unfair advantage…people who snort Ritalin…well, they should have all the world’s problems solved otherwise they are just plain lazy!
This write-up is the perfect cross-section of this side of NYC people. This place is exceptional in it’s extremely tawdry, cheating, snorting and excess lifestyle. The vacuous suction of which will pull you right in if your feet are not firmly planted. If you are grounded, all this is to be looked upon like George Bush speaking improv -with disgusted amazement.
NYC is a reality show -always on, always entertaining. Your videos and photos are like a VCR recording. We are the Truman Show to the world.
i knew a lot of people who did ritalin in college, just to stay up and knock out term papers.
I love nyc though, nothing is off limits.
oh god… you are on a ROLLL today !!!! That was good, different from the recent one, very firey I tell ya !!!
Funny shit….!
Always top notch observances. THe fact that a 13 year old needs to loose 12 lbs. is ridiculous. It shows 2 sides – either obsessed with weight loss and being the perfect size 0. or is already a lazy blob that is inactive for a child and is fat. Either way it’s a sad state of affairs. Why is the wife always the downer in the marriage> Like the guy is some holier than thou perfect mate who has a rag of a wife. I’msick of it! We get blamed for all kinds of shit: original sin tops them all! Why are women the drag in the relationship when most of the guys i know haven’t matured past the age of 12!