The Comfy Corner

I was getting onto the T yesterday when this dirty, pink, fleece glove fell out of the train. The man beside me hurriedly picked up the glove, got inside the train, and tried to find the owner. He asked the woman who was getting on right in front of us if it was hers. She gave a firm negative. In fact, she looked mildy offended that we would think she wore such a glove. And the man looked utterly lost. Here he was holding this dirty, pink glove, everyone was staring at him and there appeared to be no owner to this dejected accessory. So he turned around and contemplated throwing the glove out of the train door, but before he could actually do it, the train door closed. So he looked at the glove, looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders, and he gingerly set the glove down on the floor of the train. I said, "Someone will want it." A few stops later, another man got on the train, spotted the sad, pink glove, and looked at another woman standing nearest to it and said, "Is that your glove?" She also would not claim ownership. We all stood there looking at the glove with deep concern.

This pink glove - longing to warm someone's hand - has gotten me thinking. Here is a glove that someone out there is probably really missing and they have no idea that these kind men tried so hard to find the owner. It's gotten me thinking about all of the gloves that I have lost in the past. Maybe some kind soul is trying to find the owner of said glove right now. Maybe hundreds of people passed by my glove and saw it sitting in the filthy gutter, lost forever to the dirt and grime of the city's cruel elements. If only there were some sort of glove pound where people could bring lost/unwanted gloves and other people who needed gloves could go and get a pair. There is so much waste in this world, but it's a comfort to know that there are concerned citizens out there who are committed to making sure that no one loses a glove. Comfy cornerers, I bid you all to band together to make sure that everyone keeps their accessories!

Have you ever found yourself with a large, American-sized portion of really delicious food and you get halfway through it and realize that you are so full and should probably stop eating it but you don't want to stop eating it because it's so good? So you find yourself asking the question - do I finish it now or should I save the rest for later? This, my comfy friends, is what I like to call, "The Chipotle Dilemma." I call it this because this always happens to me when I am eating a huge burrito from Chipotle. I get halfway through it and realize that I've literally eaten a pound of food, and so I consider, even if for only a moment, wrapping it up and saving it for later. But I always finish it and ya know why? Because maybe there won't be a "later." Maybe I'll be walking out the door with my half eaten burrito and a brick will fall on my head or something and the burrito will splatter all over the sidewalk for some stupid squirrel to eat. If I finish the burrito then at least I can die saying I lived my life to the fullest (literally).

And that is how I'm looking at life right now. Full steam ahead, man. Why wait? Why let yourself get blown around like a dry leaf waiting for the right role or the right lover or the right time to do this or say that? As my great math teacher in high school always said, "It's Nike time... Just do it." So that is what I'm gonna do this semester. No more hemmin' and hawin'. I'm gonna finish the burrito. No stupid squirrel is gonna eat my leftovers! I'm throwin' down the pencil and grabbin' a pen. If things don't happen for me, I'm gonna make something happen for me. No more waiting for Guffman. No more Mr. Nice Chang. If my corner ain't comfy, why then, I'm gonna buy some new pillows. It's our time folks. It's your time. No more Chipotle dilemmas. Carpe diem!

So, I know this is coming a day later than it should be, but I promise I learned this dance yesterday and I tried my darndest to get the recording, but I had technical difficulties with iMovie....blah blah blah. Enough excuses. Here it is. The final installment of the Chang/Gaga experiment. I learned "Bad Romance." This is probably her most well known choreography so I took it a step further and learned the whole end of the song. So this is the longest video yet! And it's so much fun. Slash monster sexy. Enjoy! The video is posted below...

Today I learned "Poker Face." So much fun. Probably my favorite to dance thus far. I know I'm posting this a little late but I promise I recorded this video earlier. I've kinda had a couple drinks because work was stressful. I hope you enjoy! Like it! Comment on it. :) It's posted below!

Today was "Just Dance." There were no tutorials for this one online, so it was a lot harder to learn. This is the choreography from the 2008 Club Tour. It's the choreo she did on SYTYCD. Two more to go and then I'll stop being sore. This is probably the best way to stay in shape ever. Just do these dances for half an hour every day and you'll be ripped.

We're on day two. Going strong, but very sore cause I took a Steph Heroux jazz class yesterday (she's so sweet, but such a bitch when it comes to dance). Today we learned "Telephone." Stayed tuned tomorrow for "Just Dance." (hopefully...)

In an effort to strengthen one of my weakest abilities as a performer, I have decided to take it upon myself to get better. Not only will this be good practice, but it'll also make me the coolest kid at the parties (not that I'm not that already)! The challenge? To learn 5 Gaga dances in five days. Should you take me seriously? You should absolutely take me seriously. I'm a very serious person. And it's like the Julie/Julia of pop dancing! We begin with "Alejandro." Credit, of course, goes to Laurie Anne Gibson for her awesome choreography and Lady Gaga for her inspiring pop hits. I'm starting with "Alejandro" and it's just so damn sexy. Stayed tuned for more!

I've spent the first two days of the new year hugging a toilet, cleaning up broken glass, and searching for a new cell phone. And I blame one thing: Grey Goose. This is my first New Year's celebration that I've been legally able to drink and I decided to do it right. I would get a high quality bottle of vodka, I'd have the hot tub ready, I'd get some champagne and I'd be the happiest person in the world. What ended up happening was I drank far too much of the vodka, I drank beer playing this game called "flip cup", I had Andre and I drank NO water and with all of that working in my system, I jumped into the hot tub with my cell phone in my pocket. To top it all, I've broken so many phones in the past couple years that my insurance dropped me (more sad break up stories).

So this brings to light the question - is it really worth it? Is getting drunk on New Year's really all that great? Because in the end you end up starting off the new year with a hangover, you do stupid stuff like breaking a cell phone, and there's typically a mess to clean up. So I'm going to make a new year's resolution for next new year's eve. Next new year's eve I am going to be laying on a couch, cuddling with a beautiful man, completely sober. Just me and him. The kiss at midnight will turn into amazing sex and then we'll make breakfast and have mimosas. I'm going to start 2012 off right.

I think having this one simple goal will send my 2011 in the best direction. Lord knows it's gonna be a year of reckoning. On new year's we all went around and summed up 2010 in one word. Megan came up with "fuckfest." And then we all came up with one word for the new year. I came up with "eye-opening." Judging by my new year thus far, it seems like I'm going to be doing a lot of growing up this year.