The Sonia Show

Yeah, so, here's the deal ... I'm moving The Sonia Show to WordPress.

The new link is www.thesoniashow.wordpress.com or you can click here to check it out and bookmark it.

I will be keeping this Live Journal blog and using it to read and comment on my fellow LJ bloggers, but for the latest episodes of The Sonia Show you will need to go to the new link.

I don't have a really good reason for the change other than I felt it was time for a change. I've made a lot of changes in the last few months. I think this is part of that. A friend of mine recently started a blog on WordPress and I started playing around on it and I really liked it. I got a pic of my glasses and photoshopped it for the blog header. I think it turned out really nice. The new blog is still a bit of a work in progress, but overall, I think it is cleaner, classy (as Aaron said), and, honestly, a little more chic.

I sincerely hope that you, my LJ friends, will bookmark my new blog or link it up with your blog, so we can keep track of each other and keep in touch like nothing has changed.

See you on the other side ...

Yeah, so, why do wussy poetry boys love me?

Perhaps this is a question best answered by poetryslam. HA!

They love me. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m a writer. Maybe it’s the glasses or the red hair or the combination. But, wussy poetry boys love me.

They think I’m funny and witty, but it masks a deep, dark side. Guess what? It doesn’t.

I’m silly inside and out. I don’t read or write poetry. I don’t read many books on serious topics. I read plenty of disturbing things in the newspaper. I can’t bring myself to read stuff like that for fun or relaxation.

After a few months of dating (if not longer), disappointment sets in for these wussy poetry boys when they finally realize that I’m not the girl they thought I was. I watch “American Idol” and “Project Runway.” I love to read David Sedaris and Christopher Moore. I really love the “Star Wars” movies. I listen to terrible top 40 pop music. I’m not a deep, serious person.

I’m not saying that I’m incapable of intelligent thoughts or serious discussions. I’m a smart lady. I’m just not sure what these guys see in me and why they are drawn to me.

Tarot.com says …
Libra: Intense demands are being made on your time and you just don't have enough of it to go around. No matter what you try to do, something will need to be left undone, even if that makes you feel anxious. Keep in mind that you don't have to add anyone else's discomfort to your own. If others attempt to lay a guilt trip on you, just remind them that you did the best you could -- and then let it go.

Yeah, so, I'm so happy to read about all the gay couples getting hitched today. So many of them have been together for decades. It makes me so angry to think that there are people out their who don't think these committed couples should be allowed to get married. Grrrrrrr.

Good office buddy Stacey asked all of us ladies to go out to lunch today to celebrate her peeps finally being able to legally married. I'll drink to that! She said that her and Cynthia are planning on getting married August. Congrats to them! They are an awesome couple.

By the way, my date has been rescheduled for next Monday, which is the next time we are both free. Turns out he really is sick. Poor guy.

Tarot.com says ...
Libra: Your life seems noisy and there is little you can do today to create the beautiful and relaxing atmosphere you prefer. It's not that you are having a hard time; it's just that life is overly intense these days as the energy builds to the Full Moon tomorrow. Give yourself permission to feel the rising tide of emotions, even if you aren't as easygoing as others expect.  

My drink date tonight just canceled. Ouch! 

He says he is sick. I'm going to ask for a doctor's note on the rescheduled date. HA!

Shall we play a game? Sick or not sick? You decide ... 

EDIT: General consensus among the ladies is that he is really sick. I tend to agree. He seems like a good, solid guy. 

Yeah, so, my friend Holly -- for reasons I don't understand -- took back that guy she was dating. 

Unfortunately, she told me this over the phone first thing yesterday morning when I wasn't fully awake. I suspect my reaction was harsh (but honest!), but it was uncensored. My brain filter wasn't awake yet. We spoke today and she said she knows that I love her and want the best for her, which is why I had to be honest with her. I just want her to be strong for herself, ya know? Holly is a smart, wonderful, caring, super cute woman. She deserves to have a wonderful, healthy, rewarding relationship. I feel this suitor has treated her unfairly. She would agree with me on that. I want the best for my friend, but I fear my big, fat yapper may have said too much. Of course, posting about it on the blog may not be my wisest move, but I made a deal with myself a long time ago not to hold back on the blog ... if I can.

Now, I'm a worried that my "honest" rant Sunday morning has made me the friend who doesn't like her boyfriend and, sometimes, we know what happens to that friend. 

I told Holly that my intentions are good. My heart is always in the right place. I think most of my friends know that about me. I would never do or say anything to hurt my friends. I'd like to think she knows that I always have her back.

Words of advice anyone?

Tarot.com says ...
Libra: Tension is growing, but you're not ready yet to handle an intense and probably uncomfortable issue. Instead, you may seek distraction on the sports field, with a deck of cards or by just hanging out with friends. Spending time with your peers is a positive thing in your life, unless you are doing it to escape.

Yeah, so, I'm so happy to be chillin' in the big, red leather chair right now. I'm pooped.

Friday night, good office buddy Kathy, Holly and I went out in my hood to get Holly many drinks to talk about/celebrate her break up from a most unsuitable suitor. We started out at with a delicious Ethiopian dinner at Massawa and a bottle of honey wine. Then, we split a big ol' pitcher of sangria at Cha Cha Cha's, followed by even more drinks at Albemic. Around 1 a.m., Kathy and Holly piled into a cab and I stumbled home.

For some reason, I thought I was fine to go to yoga the next morning. I wasn't. About halfway through the class I didn't feel so good. I struggled through it and rewarded myself with a big, fat burrito from El Balzo.

Saturday evening, seven of us fine ladies went to the Giants vs. A's game at Phone Company Park. We got seven seats together way up in the cheap seats, which, unfortunately, turned out to be the A's fan section. We drank waaay too many beers and ate delicious fried food that is terrible for us. When it became obvious that the Giants were not going to win, we tried to slink out with our dignity in tact, but that just made the A's fans yell at us more. D'oh! D, Holly and I ended the night with some comfort food at Blue Jay Cafe.

Today, I drove out to Concord to hang with the family. I did my laundry, checked in with Michelle and little Lucy, and had a tasty roast beef dinner.

Tomorrow night, I'm having a drink with a gentleman caller. He seems like a nice guy. He works as a visual effects animator. I looooove nerdy movie talk, so I'm sure there will be plenty of that. I will keep you posted.

Cult of Pop Culture: KATHERINE HEIGL'S NON-EMMY HAS US PRAYING FOR FORGIVENESS



We should all get down on our knees and pray to God, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu and/or the significant lord of your choosing for Tommy Lee, Pamela Anderson, Tom Cruise and these other pop culture saviors and sinners in iF's new weekly list of the CULT OF POP CULTURE.

1. Last year’s winner for best supporting actress in a drama, Katherine Heigl, didn’t submit herself for this year’s Emmys, because she claims GREY’S ANATOMY writers didn’t give her anything to work with this season. Don’t feel sorry for her, though. She is the frontrunner for this year’s Ungrateful Bitch Award.

2. R. Kelly was acquitted of charges of filming himself having sex with and urinating on an underage girl. Unfortunately, he is still guilty of making sucky music and being totally creepy. He has been sentenced to five years of reality show appearances and National Enquirer covers.

3. Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson are back together again, which just proves the old saying, “A couple that gets Hep C together, stays together.” The new sex tape is expected in 3 … 2 … 1 …

4. Speaking of Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson … Pammy’s ex, Kid Rock, was forced to cancel his appearance at U.K. Download Festival after he was admitted to the hospital. The singer is reportedly suffering from irrelevancy.

Click here to see who else joined The Cult of Pop Culture

Yeah, so, random thoughts time.

Michelle and the baby came home last night. To celebrate, my mom cooked up a batch of the family favorite, Chicken Marengo, at Michelle and Tony’s place. During dinner, Michelle said that Lorelei is going to be spending Father’s Day with her dad. When she said that, my head felt like it was going to explode with jokes, but I couldn’t make any of them because Lorelei was at the table. Seriously, I had to put my head down and had breathe through it to keep myself from saying anything.

“What does he have planned? Is he going to take her to the park so she can see what good dads are like?”

“When is Deadbeat Father’s Day?”

“What do you get a deadbeat dad for Father’s Day? You send him an envelope, but when he opens it, it’s empty?”

Good god, I hate that man.

He had the nerve to tell Michelle that she turned her entire family against him. Ummm, you did that yourself, Captain Jackass. Hey, remember when you came to my house and threatened to kick my ass? Seriously, the guy has brain damage or something.

So, good buddy Holly and her jerkstore of a man broke up again. This time for good. A gaggle of us ladies are going to take her out on Friday night and feed her some drinks. I feel bad for her. I don’t wish a broken heart on anyone … Well, maybe Captain Jackass and that jerkstore of a man Holly broke up with.

Saturday, we’ve got a big group going to the Giants vs. A’s game at Phone Company Park. I’m really excited about that! I love going to baseball games. Super fun.

So, were their people out there who didn’t know Queen Latifah is gay? I just saw a headline that she is planning to marry her long-time girlfriend and people seemed surprised by this news.

I love the “Top Chef” finale last night. I was so pleased Stephanie won. I was starting to get concerned that grouchy Lisa might win. I was surprised she even made it to the final three. I like Richard a lot, too, but Stephanie’s food seems like something I would actually eat, while Richard’s is too clever to eat.

I also watched “So You Think You Can Dance” last night, after much encouragement from squeegman. He’s right. It’s a very entertaining show. I wish I could dance like that. Maybe I should take some dance classes …

Tarot.com says …
Libra: It's hard to get yourself motivated today, for you could have an unusual sense of calmness about you, even in the midst of unexpected chaos. It's easier now to procrastinate, but this will only prevent you from making progress. Your current comfort level won't last for long, so get off your butt and engage in the world right around you.

Yeah, so, as I have mentioned, I've been on a nonstop fruit-eating binge for months. I've always got grapes and apples here at my desk.

This morning, I was munching on my grapes, when a coworker came by my desk and offered me some oranges. Woo-hoo! I took a couple and put them on my desk. Then another coworker came into my cube and offered me some lemons. Yes! So, I have grapes, oranges and lemons on my desk.

A few minutes later, office buddy Stacey walked by my cube and said, "What the hell, Sonia? Do you have scruvy?"

I'm starting to wonder about that myself.

OH, by the way, the oranges are soooo juicy. Mmmmmmm.

Yeah, so, I didn't get to go back to San Francisco like I planned last night. I ended up spending another night in Concord with Lorelei.

Of course, I had no idea that I was going to be spending almost three days in the East Bay, so I had to go to Target last night to get some clothes for work. Michelle had exactly one pair of pre-pregnancy pants that fit me. Most of her pants are too long for me. And her shirts, well, they are too big. She's stacked. I'm not.

Also, my cell phone battery is dead, because I didn't think to bring the charger. D'oh. So, if you are trying to call me, you are just going to get voicemail. Emailing me is your best bet.

Yeah, so, it’s been a crazy couple of days, but I think things are going to start settling down.

Needless to say, we were not ready for Lucy to show up so early … three weeks early. Yesterday was Michelle’s first day of maternity leave and she had plans to get everything ready for the baby, but the baby had other plans.

Michelle called me at 6:15 a.m. saying that she was in labor, so seeing as how I’m one of her birthing coaches, I better get in the car and start driving to the hospital. So, I got myself together, threw Homer in the car and drove. Of course, it being a Monday morning, meant there was all kinds of traffic. Traffic on Oak. Traffic getting on the bridge. Traffic on the bridge. Traffic on Treat Boulevard. I dropped Homer off at Michelle and Tony’s place, because I didn’t know how long I was going to be in the East Bay. Then I hauled ass to the hospital.

I ran – that’s right, ran! – into the hospital. Michelle’s labor with Lorelei was fast, and I was so afraid that I was going to miss the birth. I ran right past Tony in the hall, who informed me there was no need for running, because the doctor told Michelle to slow things down, so they could run some antibiotics for group B strep virus that Michelle tested positive for months ago, took meds for, and has since tested negative. The doc just wanted to make sure that everything was out of her system. So, by 8:15 a.m., Michelle had been ordered to lay in bed and wait, because every movement brought on the contractions.

At 11 a.m., the nurse said that Michelle could get the labor party started, so she started walking around. By the way, once again, Michelle just said no to drugs. When big contractions would hit, she would lean on Tony and breathe and I would put pressure on her hips. Eventually, I was holding up a leg and my mom had another, while Tony held her hand and told her how great she was doing and breathing with her. By noon, she was pushing that kid out. By 12:10 p.m., she had succeeded and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Even the nurse got misty.

Seriously, Michelle kicked labor’s ass AGAIN! She could do this professionally. She’s got a gift. Even the nurse said that she hadn’t seen a labor go that nicely in a long time. Michelle doesn’t swear or yell or scream. She just breathes and pushes. Really fuckin’ impressive!

Later that afternoon, Lorelei and Olivia came by and got to hold their new baby sister. Very sweet. And I know they’ve had nonstop visitors since.

Seeing as how they weren’t expecting to have a baby today, Tony and Michelle had no plans for Lorelei and Olivia. Olivia stayed with her grandma, and I took Lorelei back to Michelle and Tony’s place with me. I ended up staying in my old red bedroom. It’s strange being back in there. The furniture is different, but the sounds outside and the red walls bring back so many memories.

This morning, my parents and I went to Lorelei’s kindergarten “graduation.” Yes, apparently kids graduate for kindergarten now. I had no idea. All the parents were there acting like members of the paparazzi, calling out names and snapping pictures. It was kinda silly to watch. Michelle could not go, so my parents and I documented everything with two digital cameras and a video recorder. Michelle warned me that Captain Jackass was supposed to be there, but since my dad was going to be there, I was going to have to keep myself under control and not punch that deadbeat psycho in the face. Of course, the loser didn’t show up. Lorelei didn’t even ask about him. She was just so stoked to see my dad and Captain Jackass’ mother, who came out from Napa.

Anyway, things will probably start calming down around here. I went back to work today after the "graduation" ceremony. Michelle and Lucy get to come home tomorrow. I’m going to hang around for a bit tonight, then it’s back to SF for Homer and myself. I’ve got yoga tomorrow night, and my long overdue hair appointment on Thursday. You know, business as usual.

Tarot.com says …
Libra: Knowing what you want out of a serious relationship can make the difference between a bright success and a disappointing failure. Even if you don't have a realistic outlook on your overall life, you can gather enough information now to convince others that you do. Don't try so hard; relationships will work better if you don't oversell your case.

Yeah, so, Lucy Monroe Hicks decided to come to town three weeks early!

Today turned out to be a very unexpected, but joyful and exciting day. I will write more later with all the exciting details. Until then, please say hello to my niece, Lucy Monroe Hicks. She was born today at 12:10 p.m., 6 lbs. 6.6 oz. That's right, (cue scary music) 666. hehehehe. The nurses round that up to 6 lbs. 7 oz. Boooo.

Michelle and the little one are doing great. Tony is happy. Lorelei and Olivia are over the moon. Once again, Michelle kicked labor's ass!

Cult of Pop Culture: PARIS HILTON PREGNANCY RUMORS HAVE US PRAYING FOR FORGIVENESS



We should all get down on our knees and pray to God, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu and/or the significant lord of your choosing for John Mayer, Miley Cyrus, Cybil Sheppard and these other pop culture saviors and sinners in iF's new weekly list of the CULT OF POP CULTURE.

* Paris Hilton is denying rumors that she is pregnant after she was photographed with a little tummy that looked suspiciously like a baby bump. “Oh, I ate something that day,” Hilton said in a statement.

* John Mayer bashed the videogame GUITAR HERO, claiming it brings the “guitar-playing experience to the masses without them having to put anything into it.” Funny, that’s how we feel about John Mayer’s new relationship; just replace “guitar playing” with “having sex with Jennifer Aniston.”

* AMERICAN IDOL champ David Cook is dating season two finalist Kimberly Caldwell. Meanwhile, IDOL runner-up David Archuletta is denying rumors that he’s the father of Clay Aiken’s baby.

Click here to check out the rest of the Cult of Pop Culture

Yeah, so, I woke up with a slight hangover this morning, but I still managed to drag myself out of bed and go to yoga.

Last night, I met up with Deb (who has been working as the spokesperson for Obama in his Los Angeles office -- how cool is that?), Charlie, Deirdre and Deirdre's visiting mom, Mary (woo-hoo!), at Foley's for some drinks. Later, Mary went back to Deirdre's and the three of us checked out a piano bar that is under Foley's.

I've never been a dueling piano bar before. It had two pianos facing each other with a guy playing each one and taking requests for tips from the audience. Luckily, I didn't have to spend the money to get them to play "Baby's Got Back," some drunk guy did it for me. That place was packed with drunk people. I quickly became one of them as Charlie seems to just loooove to buy drinks.

I couldn't help but wonder if those piano players got a lot of action. They are younger, perhaps 26 or 27. They are not hunks -- kinda dorky and when they sing they sound like They Might Be Giants -- but they were not ugly freaks, either. Actually, one of them had a Zac Efron/"High School Musical" thing going on. The ladies seem to be into that, and there were a lot of very drunk ladies there.

So anyway, thanks be to Charlie for all the wine and the cab ride home. That guy is too generous. I tried to buy him a beer, but he wouldn't let it happen. I tried give him money many, MANY times for the cab ride home, but he wouldn't hear of it. It got to the point where I felt terrible! I'm going to see him tonight at Deirdre's "My mom is visiting"/apartment warming party. I will slip some money into his pocket when he isn't paying attention.

Yeah, so, I've been worried about my ass.

You see, I've lost some weight recently. I don't have a scale, but estimates put it between 10 to 15 pounds, depending on whose scale I'm standing on. If you think that top secret book I'm working on with Tony is a diet book, you would be wrong. This weight loss is purely eating better, lots of walking and yoga. It is not done in the name of research. I'm doing other things in the name of research, but more on that later. Anyway, it's good for me. I have gotten back to my datin' weight.

So anyway, back to my ass ... I have been concerned that I was losing more weight than I would like in my ass. I don't want a flat ass. I rather like having an ass, you know what I'm saying? Can I get an amen? I'm not saying I have some sort of amazing, super ass, BUT, it has been called "asstastic" and an "assterpiece" on a few occasions.

Tonight, I was walking home from yoga and I bent over to fix my shoe, and some guy walks past me and says, "Sweeeet ass."

Yeah. That's right. I still got it.

Yeah, so, the SF Opera is doing a simulcast in the ballpark. A gaggle of us got our tickets today. I’ve never been to the opera, but I guess the best introduction to it would involve a ginormous beer and garlic fries.

 

Guys I Will Not Date, Part One: A guy with “snuggle” in his screen name or email. Seriously?!? That’s gross. A man who tries to do baby talk or cutesy talk with me is going to get a knee to the groin.

 

Another now for something completely different … congrats to Eric and Jamie, who got engaged this weekend.

 

The writers’ group is coming along nicely. I’m really looking forward to getting started. I’ve got many things brewin’ in my brain.

 

Tarot.com says …

Libra: You can be quite skillful in your dealings with others, but sometimes you give up your personal power by attempting to make everyone else feel good. Today your friends will accept you for who you are, rather than for what you do. Don't waste energy trying to create harmony among everyone else. Instead, set a good example by moving gracefully toward your own personal goals.

 

 

Yeah, so, I took Homer to the polls with me.

The polling place was one block away from me. I got home from work and I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and walk the dog and vote. I showed up at the polling place (a homeowner's garage) and it was empty, so I asked the poll workers if I could come in with Homer. The poll workers said it wasn't a problem, and one even offered to hold Homer's leash for me while I voted.

I signed something and they asked me, "What are you registered as so we can give you a ballot?" I told them I was a Democrat (I recently changed from "Decline to State" to Democrat). The second I said, "Democrat," Homer lost his mind and started barking.

"Sorry," I said. "My dog is Republican."

The poll workers laughed about that the entire time I was there. Another voter showed up to do his civic duty while I was still there and they warned him, "Watch out! That dog is Republican."

Afterwards, I walked over to the Haight Street Market and bought a bouquet of flowers for my empty vase sitting in my window and a few things for dinner. Later, good buddy Kate came over and I made curry with tofu, snow peas, onions and water chestnuts with brown rice and whole wheat naan. I think my second attempt at the curry dish turned out even better.

Then, with Kate here to make sure I didn't burn the apartment down, I burned a bundle of sage around the apartment to drive off the negative energy that was brought into in this apartment. Perhaps this is the yoga influence or the Deirdre influence, either way, I'm very happy I did it. I rearranged the furniture, got some plants and burned some sage, so I'm sure the apartment is now free of the negative energy that was in dragged into this apartment. Fresh start for my cute, little studio in the Haight. Of course, I was careful not to scare off Homer's buddy, Ghost Wall. I know that Ghost Wall keeps Homer company while I'm at work. I would never take away Homer's friend.

By the way, speaking of apartments, big congrats to Stacey and Cynthia who just found out tonight that they got a new apartment! Woo-hoo!

Yeah, so, seeing “Sex and The City” on Friday night in a theater full of women who just worship the show was an interesting experience.

 

I counted 10 – that’s right, 10! – men in the sold-out theater. All of them appeared to be dragged there by girlfriends and/or wives. That’s just mean.  A majority of women in the theater were decked out in Vegas chic, i.e. little dresses, high heels, shiny tops, mini-skirts, you get the idea. I wasn’t dressed up, but I suspect I wasn’t the only woman in the theater that had a cosmo or two before the show.

 

It was a pleasure to see the movie with such big fans of the show. These women truly love Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha. Love them! They laugh at everything they say and they gasp – horrified – when something bad happens to them. I have seen a million movies in the theater. I worked at a theater for eights years. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen an audience so enamored of characters on the big screen.

 

As for the movie, I really loved it. If you are a fan of the show, you will love it. Seriously, I know this sounds lame, but it’s like catching up with old friends. It’s funny, sad and made for adults. It’s about adult women with adult relationship problems. There are not many movies out there like it. Good movie. I highly recommend it.

 

I spent the rest of the weekend chilling with Michelle and Tony. I did lots and lots of laundry. We walked the dogs. We hit some stores. Tony cooked us dinner. We rented movies. By the way, “Cloverfield” is surprisingly good. It’s “Blair Witch” meets “Godzilla.” It’s an interesting take on your standard monster movie; really entertaining. “I’m Not There” … not so much. I fell asleep about 30 minutes into it.

 

I picked up a few things while shopping. In my never-ending quest to decorate my apartment, I picked up a wonderful hanging fern. Miss Fern looks great on her hook in my place. Love it. Also, I decided to replace my work coffee mug -- a Siegfried & Roy mug bought on sale in Vegas shortly after Roy got mauled by his tiger – with an oh-so funny monkey mug, in which the handle is the monkey’s arm and he is scratching his head. It’s so ridiculous that I just had to have it.

 

Apparently, Sunday night there was more drama with Captain Jackass. Poor Lorelei. It makes me so angry that her father is incapable of being a real father to her. She is just a kid and she is forced to deal with shit that no 5-year-old should have to deal with. She continues to amaze me in that she is so damn smart and perceptive. I wish he would get mauled by one of Siegfried & Roy’s tigers.

 

Last night, I met Tiff at Green Chile Kitchen in neighborhood for a big ol’ bowl of posole. Then we walked over to Deirdre, where they proceeded to put together a bookcase while I drank wine, said stupid things and, occasionally, held some screws. Yep, I’m useful.

 

Tarot.com says …

Libra: Sure, you can share your plans to go back to school or you can dream out loud about your next vacation, but you'll need to get serious if you truly want to make something happen. Talk is cheap now and words come too easily to you. Instead of spinning yarns of possibilities, use today's New Moon in your 9th House of Big Ideas to write down one specific goal and then make a commitment to yourself to do whatever it takes to reach it. 

Cult of Pop Culture: CLAY AIKEN BECOMING A FATHER HAS US PRAYING FOR FORGIVENESS THIS WEEK



We should all get down on our knees and pray to God, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu and/or the significant lord of your choosing for Sharon Stone, Rachael Ray, Bill Murray and these other pop culture saviors and sinners in iF's new weekly list of the CULT OF CELEBRITY.

* Thanks to the power of artificial insemination, Clay Aiken is going to be a father. Way to put those gay rumors to rest Clay. Nothing screams “I’m totally not gay” like appearing in a Broadway musical and artificially inseminating a 50-year old woman.

* Sharon Stone said the recent earthquake that killed 68,000 people in China is the result of bad karma due to the Chinese government’s treatment of Tibet. As a result, the Chinese government has banned Sharon Stone’s movies from theaters. Finally, the Chinese government is doing something positive in the way of human rights.

* Aerosmith singer Steven Tyler is denying that he was in rehab for substance abuse, claiming he checked himself into rehab to recover from a painful foot surgery. OK, so, “foot surgery” is the new code word for alcoholism.

Click here to check out the rest of the Cult of Pop Culture

Yeah, so, sometimes the agents in this nameless real estate investment firm drive me to drink in my cube.

 

This morning, I’ve have exchanged several emails and phone calls with some agents about a press release for a property in Manhattan. Finally, we nail down the details and I send out the press release (again!) to all the involved parties to get approval. Then one of agents replies all on the email and suggests a small change. Here is the change:

 

Original:

Nameless real estate investment firm has retained the exclusive listing for a three-story, 14,320-rentable square foot mixed-use building in Manhattan.

 

Correction:

Namelss real estate investment firm has retained the exclusive listing for an existing 3-story, 14,320-rentable square foot mixed-use building in Manhattan.

 

Seriously?!? He wants me to add “existing.”

 

“OH, the building actually exists? Well, that’s an entirely different press release then. I thought the building was imaginary!”

 

I had to email back that we don’t need to add “existing,” because the fact that the building exists is implied.

 

Sigh.