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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.

Picture Perfect

Today's beautiful weather and success at the J. Crew sample sale definitely makes up for yesterday's 12 hour work day.

Okay, so I've pulled a 12 hour work day plenty of times. Not a big deal. Taylor and I are familiar with all-nighters too. But nothing was like yesterday.

For 12 hours we had six people looking through thousands and thousands of stock photos. We were looking for a hot mom, age 39 and a woman in a business suit. You think those photos would be all over the place, but the "perfect' shot was not. When we finally settled for an image, we got the news we couldn't buy it. Long story short, we got the image and the ads have been shipped of to Spain for approval. I'm crossing my fingers they like it.

So today has been a lot of what we did last week...sitting around, drinking a Coke, and Facebooking.

As a side note, Taylor is disappointed that Kevin Kelly did not add her as a friend on Facebook. Kevin, if you're reading this, Taylor is your number one fan.

She's going to kill me for writing that :) You know I love you Tay Tay.

manic monday

candid conversation---
taylor: good idea danielle, that's so creative.
danielle: i know. that's why i'm sitting over here.

we're cut from the same egotistical cloth. how endearing.

today it's raining. you can only imagine the thick muggy weather sandwiched between layers of concrete. i looked like a wet rat by the time i got to work. so classy.

here's a first: the doormen saw me and danielle through the rotating doors, caught an elevator for us and pushed the button for 22! has a ring of permanence, doesn't it?! how did he know? i'm assuming magic.

today we took a field trip to watch a voice over production for a :15 TV Spot. the voice over was a kind gentleman in his thirties dressed as if in his sixties; rough looking greaser with the voice of an angel. the spot is for LG--and was produced in south africa. if the no early morning, free range lunch break, and "i-don't-care-what-you-do-as-long-as-you-get-it-done" attitude isn't enough to seal my choice in career, the potential traveling is.

i don't think this blog can go much further without mention of the salivating shopping here. i would assume this is paradise. please don't ruin the moment with reference to my bank account--i am well aware of my financial circumstance. (i am indeed at a non-paid internship.) if you are that concerned about it, send cash.

i would be interested in presenting a startling statistic while i am here. i would venture to say a restroom in a homeless shelter may be cleaner than those metal diseases i use to hold steady in the subway. research pending.

But Wait, There's More...Walking

Might I also add that Big N' Tasty's DON'T EXIST at McDonald's here in New York!! What the heck is up with that!? Disappointing to say the least. But on a happier note. We have managed to hunt down Dr. Pepper in the city. It didn't exist in Chicago.

Yesterday, Taylor, Jayson, and I made the trek down to Battery Park and Ground Zero. Taylor saw the Statue of Liberty for the first time from a far. I had a heart attack almost having a personal encounter with a couple boa constrictors in Battery Park. I thought I was in the clear then I had second heart attack running into some more creepy snakes. I vow never to go to Battery Park again...maybe. For those that know me, its my BIGGEST fear ever! I'm getting anxiety just writing about it.

Moving on. We walked over to Ground Zero to see the progress they are making on the Freedom Tower. They are giving that whole area a face lift - its looking great. When I was there eight months ago there was still a big hole in the ground, but its all filled in now.

We took a break from walking and sat in chairs that over-looked the Hudson. It was absolutely a beautiful day. Probably high 80s and blue skies. It was a nice break from work.

On our way home, Taylor got eye balled up and down by some chick.

We wanted to dine on a rooftop, but after looking for hours on the Internet where to go we gave up and just settled for some Chinese food.

I was worn out from all the walking (we walk miles and miles every day) so I went home, but Taylor and Jayson went to Times Square. Not sure if you heard, but there was a bomb threat that shut down Times Square last night. No one was hurt and Taylor made it back safely :)

One last thing, Taylor and I are proud to say we attended all three hours of church today. If you were just walking down the street you probably wouldn't even notice the church building - its like the Leaky Cauldron in Harry Potter. Its just in a regular New York building, but looks like a Mormon church inside. We were disappointed that we only have 40 people, maybe 50, in our ward. I'm use to 300 people!

After church we went into a coma for four hours then took a walk over to Central Park. Its been a lovely Sunday.

- Midge