THIS IS NOT A BROTHEL, THERE ARE NO PROSTITUTES AT THIS ADDRESS.

Taylor and I feel like a hotel. The Chameleon Hotel, I'll name it. We have had a number of guests come visit us at the Chameleon. Its a tight fit, but its been fun!!

Almost 2 weeks ago (time flies - geeze) my family came to visit. We did almost everything under the sun. We went to Bar Americain for my mom's birthday. Love love love that place! Bobby Flay's restaurant. Then Top of the Rock then Serendipity. The list goes on: Battery Park, pizza and ice cream in Brooklyn, Brooklyn Bridge, Times Square, 9/11 memorial museum, Ground Zero, Wall Street, bronze bull, Central Park, church, Max Brenner, Union Square, and I'll stop there cause I'm getting tired again just thinking about it. It was great to have my parents and sister visit (Jake you were missed, hopefully Oklahoma was fun for you).

My uncle came to visit. We went to the Metropolitan Museum - which was fantastic! And we also went to a place called Sushi Samba - sushi with a Brazilian twist. Absolutely fun and fabulous. It was great to see my uncle. I swear it had been almost 10 years since I had seen him.

Taylor had a couple friends in town and has invited more people to come experience the city with her this weekend. I get to go visit my love in Oklahoma (don't get confused - not my brother, while he is out there too and I'll get to see him, I'm talking about my boyfriend). I haven't seen him in 2 months so I'm excited :)

Taylor and I aka the Twinkies have been having anxiety trying to plan our lives in a matter of weeks. We realized that we are officially done with our internship next week!!!!!!! There are so many different choices we could make, so which is the right one we ask? I don't want to say too much, but we might have a freaking rad gig here in couple weeks on the other side of the country. We will keep you posted.

Before you go, the title of this blog post was inspired by a sign hanging on the graphic designer's cubical. She is very proud of it.

karma karma karma karma karma chameleon

i have returned from the platt party. rather than rant and rave about the city, first, i will rage about tennessee. i have my priorities.

the bride was beautiful. unadulterated happiness looks great on her. as well as a tan and a gorgeous gown. she also dedicated a bieber song at her reception for the girls, where we danced reminiscent of a three am bedroom dance party.

the groom did not disappoint--as a great observer [irony for those who know me]--he studied her face like mcdreamy does meredith, and as if she was the only person in the room.

turns out an overwhelming amount of donohoo women is without question a good time. each a piece of work, but nonetheless the most amazing babes i know--with children who might have suffocated from my kisses. and the men who stick around despite the sass, are among the funniest alive. i also had a simple reminder that my girlfriends are the reason i breathe. i feel entitled to dramatics, it really emphasizes my point here.

as previously mentioned, im back to the concrete cage. welcomed back by taxi drivers that make me car sick, accompanied with accents that make me ask "pardon?" three times [which ive deemed the maximum amount, anything that requires a fourth inquiry simply gets a head nod.] honestly, i dont need them talking to me unless its the cash cab.

meaghan barbin made a debut this week. yes, please! what a tease to spend such brief time together. she took me to a geek convention shindig last night. we danced despite the dj's lack of talent. got hit on by a man triple our age--which made us stop dancing. the past weekend and some has reassured me that fun flocks with the people you love. since when am i sentimental? must be because i caught the bouquet and need an eligible bachelor.

barbin also introduced me to a new addiction comparable to crack cocaine. the cupcake shop: crumbs--where the phrase "thats not just any cupcake" literally left my lips. im smitten. and would like to recommend the peanut butter cup cupcake to any one who wants to understand the definition of divine.

Good Fortune, Good Luck

I woke up this morning to find a note left by Tay with sweet-nothings written on it. No, but really Taylor did write a note and she really did abandon me this weekend for a pink and green dress and a bouquet-catching attitude. It will be a long 56 hours (yes, I'm counting), but I'll survive. Taylor will come home to find me in a Dr. Pepper coma, tucked in my bed, watching movies (thank you Rook).

On a happier note, Taylor and I finally went out for desert at the famous Serendipity 3. It exceeded our expectations. Words cannot describe their frrrozen hot chocolate. Mmmmmm (but maybe one letter repeated over and over again can). Although pricey, their food was delightful as well.

We've done a whole bunch of nothing this week at work (typical). We've done a little bit of work for Frontier Communications and LG (not including my LG all-nighter, which was for nothing, of course). All was well after the pitch to Frontier last week until the CEO of Frontier killed the spokes-character. Fred is dead. R.I.P. our little red friend. He was the glue that held everything together, but luckily a decent solution was found within a few days.

Taylor and I have no horrible luck with restaurants here. We haven't eaten at one place that we would ever recommend or eat at again until we ate at PRET. Its right next door to Y&R so we can exert as little energy as possible (sitting all day doing nothing is exhausting). PRET is a sandwich, salad, soup place, but its all made fresh fresh fresh. Absolutely wonderful.

cute over comfort, always.

heels in the city are irrational. but we do it anyway. it’s an art and a disaster. we do it because it completes the outfit. and for the off chance that some sugar daddy wants to whisk us away. don’t you dare judge us. this is new york. and were bottom-of-the-barrel-interns.

for reasons unjustified, i found myself in times square on numerous occasions within the past week (trust me, it's no social scene.) perhaps i would be more inspired by the advertising mecca and shimmering lights—if i wasn’t dry heaving from the smell of urine. but we did get to see those lovely faces from the i-house. brief as it was.

dolled and dazzling, in said mentioned heels above, we searched on saturday for the perfect night. not a five star evening, however, we did enjoy quality time at a mediocre restaurant with some seriously funny men. and a sweet spirit chad.

danielle pulled her first all-nighter sunday for the good cause of worky. well done boo, im proud of you. i will say, that if we are expected to pull all nighters reminiscent of college (state farm anyone?), i will also deem it necessary to extend my college life style. booze, boys, and booze. kidding. i only participate in two of the three (false again.)

id like to just add, if i may (which i can cause you cant stop me), that i am stoked to attend the platt wedding this weekend in nashville. well done hali, theres no greater art than manipulating a man into the donohoo clan. god bless.

starbucks is the lifeline of this city

i am a fan of most music. let it be known i do not like techno. my point being--dolly parton speaks to the soul in 9 to 5. i feel like if my life were a soundtrack, dolly's twang would be serenading me on the subway while i am off to the grind.

as it turns out, i am still not a morning person. at least in this sea of change i have some consistency.

the frontier campaign is smooth sailing. this week has been fine tuning and polishing. where we watch the masters and hope they throw scrapes our way.

danielle has been ill this week. which translates into a saga i would like to title taylor-bites-the-apple. i walk determined, know where i am going, and take lunch breaks by myself. which i find a small significant sign of adulthood. minus the whole financially dependent ordeal ;)

perks:
-admiring the architecture
-selecting random restaurants
-the city hum of success
-harassing employees concerning the industry and portfolio work
-catching up with people who are far more interested in the life i live now-v-the previous twenty one years.

things that irritate me:
-the laundromat. which used to be open 24-7, but apparently people don't like the homeless man who lived there.
-the spastic weather. cold is not an option new york. pull it together, it is may.
-how going anywhere requires strategic planning and seemingly ruins spontaneity.

can we go an entire post without mentioning mcdonald's? no. because i am using their tagline to sum up the city: im lovin it.

wish the midge was feeling better, because another constant in my life is living for the weekend and here it commeeesss! play time. cheers.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

The highlight of my week may have been the trip to Tiffany's that I took with Samantha Wride. I rocked a half-million dollar 4-kart diamond ring. The guy at Tiffany's said one day you will have this ring. I don't think there is a "one day" for this ring for me.

Almost as cool as the Tiffany's ring was getting my groceries delivered yesterday. I just ordered everything online then a man showed up at the door with my food and Dr. Pepper :) No more of this walking blocks to the grocery store, putting things in my shopping cart, and carrying it all back. I'm all about no hassle groceries now. I think this whole New York thing could work out after all.

Taylor and I finally got a real project on Wednesday. Our client is Frontier - "the conversation company". They are taking over some cable, Internet, and telephone accounts from Verizon. Maybe I've said too much already. Anyways, Taylor and I came up with some ideas that the executive creative director loved. This meant we got to work this weekend mocking-up the ideas for tomorrow's pitch to Frontier. We're crossing our fingers that they dig our work and we get the big jobs in the big city.

After our 50 hour week working, Taylor and I decided to relax a bit by dancing the night away. We got all dolled up and ventured down to SoHo. We met up with a couple other friends from BYU. We went to a few different clubs and took a couple rides in a Taxi across town. Taylor and I probably ruined our feet by wearing heels and walking way too many blocks. Beauty is pain, right?

if need be, i can travel by my lonesome.

i dont think i could put it more poetic than LMFAO, "shots shots shots shots shots shots, everybody!" (except the BYU interns who dont drink.) i had to tell danielle the punch on the table of our work cinco de mayo fiesta was indeed sangria. had i thought it through—perhaps i would have allowed her to dabble in sin for my own amusement.

and because i cannot resist an opportunity to play barbie—i played dress up wednesday evening for a broadway experience. turns out Wicked is indeed wicked. singing was superb. dancing was dazzling. and the costumes … make me want to do away with words and spend my life in sequins and fabulous fabric, its a shame i dont have talent.

yesterday was the best day on record at the grind. we were briefed on a new client, frontier (a communications company). the cons of being a creative: creativity is conditional, ideas are sporadic, and late nights are .. nightly. the pros: danielle and i set out to brainstorm, left our supervisors our number in case they needed contact, and spent the entire afternoon sitting outside the nyc public library people watching for inspiration.

we also ventured to bryant park for lunch. l-o-v-e it (thank you for letting me be ashlee simpson there). its a massive social scene for madison ave, everyone grabs lunch and a café table. that is, if you dont lose your appetite from the shirtless old man who deems it appropriate to bask in the sun amidst the young fly and flashy.