sarahcentric

Here’s a little insight into my work; I often work “out of house” at edit facilities on specific promo projects. My workspace is one of those big, open, Google-style cubicles. My co-workers double as my best friends. They are privy to pretty much every detail of my life; from what I ate for lunch that day to who I made out with the weekend before.

So knowing what you know now, try to imagine the stir a bunch of flowers on my desk would cause while I’m at an edit facility in mid-town.

Sarah: Sarah speaking…
Kim: Sarah. This is Kim and I’m at your desk with Lesley. We wanted to talk to you.
Sarah: Oh God, what is it? Just say it…
Kim: Ummm, there are flowers on your desk.
Sarah: (pause) What the f–k are you talking about?
Kim: They are yellow and they are in a smiley face mug!
Sarah: Who are they from?!
Kim: CAN WE OPEN THEM?!
Sarah: HELLO?! YEAH!!
Kim: She said open them! (to Lesley). They’re from Conan and Phil! “Thanks so much for putting up with us both. Love, Conan and Phil. This better appear on your blog. x” Awww, that’s cute.
Sarah: Totally cute!
Lesley (off phone): ..very sweet.
Sarah: Alright, I gotta go. Take a picture!
Kim: With what?
Sarah: I don’t know, man. Lesley can do it. She’s taken pictures of her haircuts and sent them to me with her phone a hundred times!

Since it’s the day after Valentine’s, I have license to dedicate my love in a more non-traditional way. This Valentine’s wish is going out to two people at once. Pretty sure my heart is big enough to handle it.

If Comedy Central held a Sadie Hawkins Day Dance I would pluck up enough courage to ask TWO boys. Although, I’m not sure if they would know what a Sadie Hawkins dance is since neither one of them are American. Come to think of it, do Sadie Hawkins Day Dances exist outside of popular 80s sitcoms? Whatever…assuming they are real and these boys would have me, I would love to awkwardly slow dance with…

Conan from Australia, (by way of Sweden)…

…and his good friend, (now my good friend) Phil from the UK. (Pictured below in Venice because he refuses to post any pictures from our time together in NYC!)

When hosting international guests, you dread/get excited for the whirlwind New York City tourist stories that happen while you’re at work and your NYC newbies are left to their own devices. Conan and Phil had plenty of these to entertain and terrify me when I got home from work. But at the same time, they managed to be ridiculously courteous and generous roommates. If it weren’t for the faint trace of cologne and the TV being left on ESPN, I wouldn’t have even known they were there.

By the time the weekend arrived, I was finally ready to stop being such a narc and get down with Conan and Phil. Several nights in a row of funny and intense conversations until 4 am definitely did a number on me. I lost my voice, and that is a tough TOUGH thing to do when you’re hanging with a Jackson. When your friends live so far away, though- and those friends are as excellent as Conan and Phil- you have to suck the marrow out of your time together and push your vocal chords to new limits. They reminded me how great my city is, and got me excited for all of the places I have yet to see…and will see soon enough.

Some further insight into my work; if I don’t have to schlepp all the way downtown back to the office, I most definitely do not. But when a bunch of flowers are just sitting there all lonesome amongst a sea of DVDs and work orders for spots I have yet to cut, I definitely have to. Yellow flowers riding the yellow subway line all the way back to Queens.

International houseguests rule, domestic houseguests drool.

Conan and Phil, Choo-choo-choose me.
Be Mine.
xoxoxo