The Grey Hat Goes to NYC!

I had been planning to make a trip to NYC to see JRC for the longest time…since perhaps April of this year.  Finally the stars aligned and my ticket was purchased for a visit in mid-October.  Friday evening I arrived and we were off to Brooklyn!  Stopping along the way for chinese food and then home to meet the roommates and watch Property Brothers (why do I not have cable?).  When it was time for sleeps I was pounced on by two kitties Poe and Misty.  Super cute and not my cats so no pictures (but I do have pictures).

The next morning we were off and running for brunch.  Now, I’ve had brunch before.  But in NYC brunch is magical as it tends to come with booze.  Some NYC eateries even have unlimited brunch (aka unlimited booze).  I opted for a Bloody Mary (extra spicy) to go along with my veggie (eggplant, spinach, red peppers – good veggies) omelette complete with side salad and potatoes.  So delicious!

After that we parted ways with JRC’s roommie and friend and headed up to do a little shopping at DAVIDsTEA and LUSH.  I’d only ever been to one other DAVIDsTEA in Boston, so this was going to be a treat!  We browsed the shop and of course purchased some teas and tea to go!  Next up LUSH.  I get their book every few months, but let me tell you their store is something else!  It smells amazing and their staff is super helpful.  I wanted everything…well everything that didn’t have coconut in it.

I settled on a new shampoo, face bar, face cream bar, and a mask.  All of it was amazing.  Plus now I know what to ask for for Christmas! Muahahaha! We headed back to JRC’s place where we feasted on left over chinese food and made plans to head out to a haunted house.  Which was fun and the take away from Blood Manor was NO TOUCHING – sorry kids, you had to be there.

Then we began a quest to find a food truck Wafels & Dinges.  But said truck was not to be found.  But we did find a used book store and I of course made a purchase of these two gems.

I will always buy Sherlock Holmes books.

I will always buy Sherlock Holmes books.

We also found a comic book shop open super late and delicious sushi too. That night we opted for a cab ride home.  The next and final day in NYC we were off to watch JRC play in a bowling league.  Which was interesting, even if the staff was a bit snooty. But then, then we went to the pickle festival!  Yup that’s a thing that happens in NYC.  By the time we arrived there were hardly any pickles to be had.  Yet we still managed to score one.

Sadly I had to make my way back to Penn Station.  We had ourselves a drink while we waited at the station then JRC saw me off.  But I do hope to go back before I see her again in April in Atlanta.  After all we live so close(ish) it shouldn’t be too hard right?

Sherlockian Deliveries of the Month

In the last month I have received several Sherlockian items of note.  First off this lovely mug from one of my favorite Sherlock friends…

A lovely bee mug and 221b pin, plus chocolate!

A lovely bee mug and 221b pin, plus chocolate!

Next up was the LONG awaited boxed set of Series 1-3 of Sherlock.  Dear BBC Shop it TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.  I don’t think they REALLY want my review…because it will be all about their shitty (sorry mom) shipping.

FINALLY!

FINALLY!

I picked up this little honeycomb like patterned travel mug for myself while visiting my Sherlockian Best Friend in early November.  Which was an amazing trip I hope to make again before I see her as my roommie in April. But it’s not a tale for the blog save that I had an AMAZING time and found that Amtrak has what I now call the Diogenes Club (Quiet) Car.  I highly suggest traveling in this car.

#Hudders #TeamSussex

#Hudders #TeamSussex

Finally the most recent delivery from today’s post.  So much Sherlock and Sherlock Holmes goodness.

So much awesome!

So much awesome!

I really want to read all the things, but I also noted that there hadn’t been a blog post here in far too long.  So I made a deal with myself.  I have to write at least two posts in order to jump into all of today’s deliveries.  I’ve written three so far!  One is of course scheduled to post later this week.  But I’m really going to try to stick to writing posts a head of schedule if I can.  (I can be a little lazy in the posting department…if you haven’t noticed.)

@amandapalmer and #TheArtOfAsking {Review}

It isn’t any secret that I’m a fan of Amanda Palmer.  Take a look through past blog posts (go on I’ll wait) or my Twitter feed and you’ll see posts and two second tweet convos between myself and the musician, now author.  So naturally I was going to buy the book.  I opted to purchase it through Porter Square Books (where you too can purchase this gem) because they were an independent store and I knew they had it.  And yes I ordered a signed copy, because why not?  Also let’s be honest I had hoped to get one with a dick doodle in it (spoiler alert, I didn’t).

Alas...here be no dicks.

Alas…here be no dicks.

I dove into the book as soon as I received it last week.  I finished it four days later.  It was THAT good great.  I would have finished it sooner, but I had to do these annoying things like work, eat, and sleep.  I will be honest in telling you all that it was a little hard for me to get into at first because I wasn’t used to Amanda’s writing style.  But somewhere around 70 pages in I got it.  It was more like having a conversation with Amanda and that’s where I took off reading.  I laughed and cried while reading this book and I learned a lot about Amanda Palmer.  For me it’s as if Amanda Palmer played a song across my heart with this book…like she wrote it with me in mind.  It sounds stupid, but I’m seeing similar reviews from folks all over the internets.

One particular passage hit home for me.  I think it’s around page 213 or so.  I won’t tell you as it isn’t my story to tell.  But if you’ve been reading this blog long enough you’ll know what I’m talking about if you read the book, you probably already can figure it out already (READ THE BOOK).

This book is all about asking.  And asking really is an art of sorts.  Because as Amanda goes on it’s all about how you ask and yes also about who you ask.  I’ll tell you I have no problem asking someone I don’t know in a restroom for a tampon or to pass me some toilet paper if my stall is out.  But it is MUCH harder to ask for things of my husband of four years and even close friends.  Even if it’s something as silly as “Can we go out for dinner?”  I always ALWAYS anticipate the no, so I don’t ask.  A few years ago, before I was married, but when I was dating my husband, I had a job that didn’t pay me a lot.  Sure I could pay my rent and bills.  But it was tight when it came to buying groceries.  But did I ask anyone for help?  Nope I was too proud and ate a lot of ramen.  When my parents and now husband found out they were all pretty pissed.  “Why didn’t you ASK for help?”  I explained that I felt I should have been able to buy my own food and asking for that kind of help was a weakness to me.  Well, I was promptly told to stuff it and groceries were purchased.

I’ve done that a lot in my life, be it personal or professional.  Not asked for things I needed bog or small.  Mostly because I was afraid of the no or the judging that might come with such an ask.  But Amanda’s book taught me to ask the easy questions and the hard questions no matter what.  Don’t be quiet, don’t think you should be able to do it all on your own.  JUST ASK.  I’m so thankful that she was asked to write the book and that she wrote it.  This is actually a shit review, but it’s my way of saying thank you for the book.  And to say I see you too Amanda, and I love you. Thank you.

One for Poppy {and #SherlockHolmes}

Yes, I know it’s been an AGE since last I wrote anything.  But I’ve been busy.  Mostly with being sick and the rest of the time traveling or now doing NaNoWriMo things.  There are (I promise) posts coming on my trip to NYC and Northampton, MA.  But those will have to wait a few days as I’m off to see another Sherlockian friend (as well as a few more) tomorrow in Virginia.  Look out Amtrak here I come! I love to travel and you could say I’ve been quite the busy little bee.

Which leads me to today’s blog post title.  My Poppy was a pretty amazing guy. Sadly he passed away in 1997.  But before that he and I did a whole host of things together.  One weekend he showed me a Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes movie and I remember saying “Aren’t there books?”  You see I’d watched The Great Mouse Detective and Young Sherlock Holmes years before, but I’d never read the stories/novels.

Well, he bought me my first copy.  I read then in an entire Summer.  I then introduced him to my Sherlock Holmes, Jeremy Brett.  I think we might have watched almost all of the Granada Series…at least what Masterpiece was re-airing and what we could buy at Media Play.  So when it came time for my next tattoo I knew it would be a Sherlock Holmes related tattoo.  I also thought of it as a unique reminder of my Pop who started me on this wild love of a fictional character.  So Poppy this one’s for you (and Sherlock Holmes)!

The famous address in a bit of a different way...

The famous address in a bit of a different way…

My thanks to Ms Dixie at Ms Dixie’s Tattoo & Pin Up Parlour for the BEAUTIFUL work.  I love it!

Working Lady Fashion Sense

I don’t usually have it all together when I dress for work.  To be honest we can wear jeans and let me tell you how easy it is to throw on jeans and a polo shirt and walk out the door.  After I posted a picture of what I was wearing today one of my friends commented on the picture that she loved my “working lady fashion sense” and this post was born. But now and again I step it up a bit.  Take yesterday and today for example…

Yesterday...

Yesterday…

Today.

Today.

Yes I was in the bathroom at work when I took these.  Hey it has a floor to ceiling mirror!  The fashion game has been strong this week.  I’ve got to keep it going the rest of the week.  Here are a few other details of today’s outfit.

The jacket is a velvet type material and the socks were of course argyle and matched my outfit.

The jacket is a velvet type material and the socks were of course argyle and matched my outfit.

The collar on this shirt is amazing.

The collar on this shirt is amazing.

Of course someone made a Partridge Family joke about the shirt…but listen I looked FABULOUS.  So there!  What am I going to wear tomorrow?  Not a clue, but I’m sure it will be amazing.  Or I’ll break down and wear jeans.  Because jeans are so comfy and amazing.  Stay tuned!

Cead míle fáilte {Hundred Thousand Welcomes} Part 3

It’s been SO long since last I updated this.  Almost a year now!  You might be surprised that I actually recall the trip at all!  But to be honest it was one hell of an adventure and hard to forget!  When last we left the hubbins and I were heading south toward the Cliffs of Moher – a sight and site we were told we should not miss!  Off we went!

But first a stop off in The Burren.

But first a stop off in The Burren.

Now the drive through The Burren was FULL of twists and turns and legit “hair pin turns”.  The hubbins and I are not praying folks, but I know I blessed myself at least twice and he may have done so too!  We had already decided by this point that WHEN we go back to Ireland we want to spend a great deal of time in this part of the country.  There was so much to see we had to really pick and choose what we were to see.  Next stop lunch followed by the Cliffs!  I could tell you about the Cliffs, but I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

This one is my computer wallpaper at work.

This one is my computer wallpaper at work.

This is one of my favorites of me on the whole trip.  I loved the wild things the wind did to my hair.

This is one of my favorites of me on the whole trip. I loved the wild things the wind did to my hair.

There's a path from the cliffs to the next town over...there is no safety fence of any kind!

There’s a path from the cliffs to the next town over…there is no safety fence of any kind!

One last shot of the cliffs. (We took so many)

One last shot of the cliffs. (We took so many)

We still had miles to go before we slept.  Next stop was Cashel, home of the Rock of Cashel and the home of our wildest host on the trip, Patrick!  We arrived sometime around 7pm and caught him as he was heading out to “have a good crack, but not that stuff you smoke. No that’s the weed I’ll be having.”  Yep he was a pisser!  We just sort of smiled and nodded at Patrick as he drove off for the night and wondered if he might even come back!

We found the BEST bar that night – Penny Lane and saw the Wigwam Glam Band!  They were a cover band of sorts with makeup like KISS, but dressed in flashy disco like shirts.  Hands down one of the best night life spots on our stop.  So good that we headed back there the next night!

But indeed he did and we enjoyed breakfast with him and found that everyone staying there were his “cousins”.  We were the “American Cousins”, but there were “British” and “Australian” ones visiting too…who knew I had so many relatives.  But he sent us on our way after breakfast to have “good fun” or “good stuff” depending on where we were headed.  That day we were headed for The Rock of Cashel.  Which was home to the kings of Munster as well as a very lovely cathedral.

A copy of the Cross of St. Patrick

A copy of the Cross of St. Patrick

Cemetery on the grounds of the Rock. Townsfolk are still buried there today.

Cemetery on the grounds of the Rock. Townsfolk are still buried there today.

After seeing all the sights of the Rock we headed further south towards Cork, but we ended up in Blarney, like you do.  Though we weren’t after kissing the Blarney Stone.  No we heard the locals like to ahem, defile the stone at night when the grounds are all closed up.  Plus it was a pretty penny to visit, no thanks, maybe next trip!  So we went shopping for gifts instead at the Blarney Woolen Mills (Since 1825).  I scored a pretty wool coat, plus some goodies for the parents too.  We then took a drive along the coast and headed back to Cashel for the night.

In part four of our long overdue tale…I’ll tell you of our trip back to Dublin for our last night in Ireland.

Confessions of a Blogger {@thenerdygirlie} #BloggerConfessions

So The Nerdy Girlie asked readers/bloggers to share their own “confessions of a blogger” which I am, when I’m not being horrible at blogging.

1. I am horrible at keeping to or having any kind of schedule.  I have tried countless times to plan a head.  The only time it really worked was when we went to Ireland and I didn’t want to leave the blog empty for a week away. (It should be noted that I have not finished blogging about said trip to Ireland….*adds it to the list*)

Me at the Cliffs of Moher - Oct. '13.

Me at the Cliffs of Moher – Oct. ’13.

2. I usually have NO IDEA what I’m going to write about until I open up a new post page.  Like I said I’m not a planner when it comes to writing, not at all.  Something usually has to pop into my head, be seen on social media, or arrive via the mail to prompt me to write about it.

This guy was on my EW magazine this week...I've just binged on all of Season 1 - so I wrote about it.

This guy was on my EW magazine this week…I’ve just binged on all of Season 1 – so I wrote about it.

3. I could probably use a team of sorts.  You know to help me stay on track and actually plan out posts.  But it’s just me and these furballs.

They don't have thumbs and they are super lazy...

They don’t have thumbs and they are super lazy…

4. I have NO shame when it comes to tagging folks via their Twitter Handle in my blog title.  I have found it is one of the best ways to get people to read something you’ve written.  Is it shameless, yes.  But does it work?  You betcha.  If you look…you’ll see I did it this time around too…

5. I LOVE to blog/write.  So why don’t I do it more often?  Lack of time is one reason. Not having anything to write about is another.  Which is one thing I like about getting stuff to review IT MAKES ME SIT DOWN PEOPLE (hint).

So go on.  What are your confessions as a blogger?