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HELLO, I'm KARYN BOSNAK, author of the books SAVE KARYN and 20 TIMES A LADY. I live in BROOKLYN. |
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I'm out for a walk right now and Alex Karev's car is out in front of his house. My friend Mark lives right by him. That means he's home. Neato.
Omg, this post is very stalkerish of me. I'm not going to hurt him. I swear.
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Last night I ate at Pizzeria Mozza for my friend Mark's birthday. Pizzeria Mozza is a Mario Batali restaurant and it was just named the best pizza in LA. LA doesn't do pizza very well, so this was no big feat, but I'm happy to report that Pizzeria Mozza could definitely hold its own against even the best NYC pizza.
Please note, I'm no foodie—I'm breaking this down for you like I would for a friend. Also, I didn't take pictures of the food so I linked to some Flickr photos from people who did so you can see what I'm talking about.
Of the pizzas, we had the following:
If you ever find yourself at Mozza, the bianco/sage pizza is a must-order. It was everyone's favorite. Sottocenere is a truffle cheese, and if you've ever had truffles, you know how damn tasty they are. The pizza was rich and creamy—truly delectable!
The fennel sausage pizza was also delish, but I thought the fennel overpowered the pizza a bit. It was a little too strong.
If I ever go back to Mozza, I'm going to order the egg and radicchio pizza. It looked fabulous and is supposed to be a tasty one.
For dessert, the butterscotch budino was to die for. "Budino" is pudding in Italian, but this seemed more like a custard than a pudding to me. Like it was rich and sweet, but not too heavy. (I always think custards are lighter than puddings, maybe I'm wrong.)
I went to go see this singer-songwriter last night named Terra Naomi. She was at The Hotel Cafe and she was very good. My favorite song of hers is called "The Vicodin Song."
Beverly got a bath at a place called Tailwashers and she's so pretty!
As I mentioned in the post below, I missed my Jet Blue flight to LA yesterday because I got stuck in traffic. It took about two hours to get to JFK and I arrived at the airport about ten minutes before my flight left. Since it was the last flight to LA of the day, the kind folks at Jet Blue credited me back the cost of the flight (thank you, Jet Blue!) and I ended up hopping on a Virgin America one.
I was kind of excited to check out Virgina America because I've heard a lot about the planes. The cabin inside was waaaay cool, very modern and stylish, kind of like an Ian Schrager hotel. Here's a photo that I took:
It's a little blurry because I wanted to capture the lighting and didn't have the flash on, but it should give you an idea of what it looked like. Here's another pic that I took from Virgina America's website:
Pink and blue lights illuminated the cabin, the seats were black leather with white high-gloss plastic backs, and futuristic-sounding music echoed throug the plane while we boarded and taxied to the runway. The whole mood was so cool that I half expected a disco ball to drop from the ceiling or the flight attendants to start passing out hits of ecstasy, but they didn't. (Thank God... could you imagine?)
Virgin America was a little like Jet Blue in that each passenger gets their own TV, but VA had less channels to watch than JB. Like I couldn't watch any of the major network channels, but I could watch Bravo, E!, CNN, and some others. They did have episodes of what they called "Premium TV Shows" like The Office and Lost, but you had to pay $2 for each of them, which is a little steep to watch something I've probably already seen. The TVs also had movies you could watch, but they were $8 each, which I again thought was a little pricey. What do they cost on Jet Blue? Does anyone know?
In addition to this you could listen to music, play video games, and IM with people in other seats. That's pretty cool. (But also a little scary post 9/11.)
Re: food & drinks... The flight attendants didn't go up and down the aisles and ask you if you'd like something to drink like they do on most commercial flights. Instead, if you want something to drink or eat, you order it from the TV in front of you, and then they bring it to you.
Speaking of the flight attendants, considering the plane was so hip, I expected them to have cool uniforms, but they didn't. Like, did you know that Emilio Pucci designed flight attendant uniforms for Braniff Airlines in the 60s? Here they are:
Virgin America needs to hire a hip designer and get those ladies and men dressed up to complete the experience. (For more super-cool flight attendant outfits, click here.)
Andie... You said you were considering flying Virgin Atlantic in the spring. I'm not sure if they have the same planes or amenities as Virgin America, so you might want to look into that. I'd give it a try though, I have no complaints.
Also, someone also recently asked how Beverly flies. She gets to go with me in the cabin. If the flight is full, she has to stay in her bag under the seat in front of me. If it's not, the flight attendant usually lets me belt her in to the seat next to me, like this:
She's incredibly well-behaved on flights and sleeps most of the time. I make sure she goes potty before we leave so she doesn't have an accident.
So all in all, Virgin America is stylistically superior to any other airline out there, but I think Jet Blue has better entertainment options (for a more affordable price.) Because the prices are similar, if I had to choose between the two, I'd choose Jet Blue. Virgin America didn't do anything wrong (aside from overcharging for TV & movies), but since Jet Blue credited me back the cost of my missed flight (they didn't have to) they win in my book.
I missed my Jet Blue flight so I'm on a Virgin America flight.
It's coooool, all blue and pink. I feel like I'm on a spaceship.
I took pictures. I'll post them when I get to LA.
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A few things before I leave for LA...
(↑ Nora puts her finger in her nose because she knows it makes my sister angry. Even when she's not planning on picking it, she just puts her finger up there, looks at my sister, and waits for her to react.)
It's almost October and it's 85 degrees outside. The forecast for tomorrow is 86.
I hate this weather. It's way too hot out for this time of year. I want fall.
I'm meeting with Elvis' new cat sitter tomorrow, a guy named Chris. There are two Chrises on Mobile Mutts website and I'm not sure which one it is. The first Chris is a songwriter and the second Chris enjoys drawing.
There better be either a song or drawing of Elvis waiting for me when I get back from LA. I hope that's not too much to expect.
Exactly thir- twenty-nine years ago today, my mother gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, a lovely person you've come to know as... me.
To celebrate this joyous occasion, I've filled my day with a plenitude of activities, some of which I'd like to share with you.
The first thing I'm going to do today is... laundry! After that, I'm going to... call a cat sitter! Once those two things are completed, I might... vacuum! Finally, if I still have any energy left after all that, I'm going to go to dinner with my friends.
Thank you for your birthday wishes!
PS - Sorry about the above graphic ↑, Mom, but I thought it was funny.
My friend Sam had a birthday party last night and I used the opportunity to brag about my Oktoberfest war wound. I'm proud of it—is that weird?
I was telling someone how I saw flesh during the big accident and it wasn't what I expected. I expected us to be pink inside, a little like beef, but we're more like chicken, kinda white and fibrous.
Yeah, this is gross, I know.
Having seen the inside now, I have to wonder. Since we're not poultry, what are we? Are we more like pork?
PS - Please drop by Sam's blog and wish him a happy birthday. He's 30 now, a real man.
PPS - Just so you know, Sam's girlfriend Kristina has nothing to do with that gross website he mentions in his most recent post. Poor Kristina... I would never tolerate the abuse.
This is funny!
(Funny how? Funny like I'm a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to fuckin' amuse you? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?)
I'm going to LA next week and staying for ten days. Yay! I love going to LA. I stay with my friends Mark and David when I'm there and they have the most beautiful house. I feel like I'm at a resort.
This technically isn't a vacay—I'll be working while I'm there—but Bev has been trying her bikini on, getting ready for the pool.
Elvis has been sitting on the couch, silently cursing me for leaving him with a cat sitter. He doesn't travel well. I can't bring him. Besides, he needs to man the apartment, keep the critters out. Hmm... maybe one of my friends will stay here so he won't have to be alone.
I've going to be a busy traveling bee in the next few months. LA this month, Florida in November, and the Caribbean in February. Go Karyn, Go.
Saint Angie just told Cosmo that her magic number is 4. I wouldn't really care about this except for the fact that I wrote a book about numbers.
I love it when sexpot celebrities share their numbers with the press. (Another example, Paris Hilton.) I mean, are reporters asking about this? I can't imagine anyone saying, "So tell me... how many men have you slept with?" Why are these ladies volunteering the information?
What I'd really kill for is for someone to come out and say they've slept with like thirty dudes. That'd be fabulous.
Anyway, back to Angie... Rather than quoting the original story source here, I'm going to quote Michael K. from Dlisted because he's so. damn. funny.
Angelina Jolie told Cosmopolitan that she's only fucked 4 dudes in her entire life and married two of them. The 4 dudes are Brad Pitt, Billy Bob Thornton, Johnny Lee Miller and some other dude. I'm guessing her brother.PS - I have a love/hate relationship with most gossip websites, but Dlisted is hilarious and Michael K. posts more than just gossip so I don't feel so guilty reading it. If you don't read Dlisted, check it out!
It's okay to stretch the truth a little, but 4?!!!! We all know that vagina has been around.
