Have I Become Liz Lemon?

The latest episode of 30 Rock, It's Never Too Late For Now had me looking at myself in the mirror and saying, "Oh No, am I Liz Lemon?" In this episode Liz gives up on love and moves into spinsterhood. She adopts a cat, watches bad TV, wears a fanny pack, hooded sweatshirt, uggs, and keeps her hair in place with a cheesy banana clip. Today I have my hair up in a cheesy hair clip and am wearing a pink hooded sweatshirt and ugg-like boots. Thankfully I do not have a cat and am not wearing a fanny pack but it is only 2:37pm and I have time to make a few purchases. Why am I even watching Hulu at 2:37pm on a Saturday?

As soon as I recognized the uncanny similarities, I removed the hair clip and in the future will do my best not to wear one. However, I am keeping the sweatshirt and boots on because, well, it is Saturday and I am cold. Oh goodness, very not sexy but very Liz Lemony of me.

Tina Fey is Feyntastic

It's true, I'm in love with Tina Fey from 30 Rock. She is smart, goofy, pretty and clever. Now here's a woman I want to emulate.

Do You Hulu?

I'm now officially addicted to Hulu - tv on demand. I've watched nearly every episode of 30 Rock. This week and next are super busy for me with projects and TV is giving me the escape.

Parties and Transitions

This past weekend I went to a Saturday night party which prompted me to make some observations and realizations.

Observations:

• I'm not into loud parties with people getting drunk
• I would rather spend time in small groups or one-on-one really getting to know someone or making a deeper connection with a friend
• By 11pm I'm ready to be in my cozy bed

Realizations:

• So many people are in career transition - unique to the San Francisco Bay Area?
• Ask people what they do and they act confused and ashamed - and I'm not talking about bankers
• People would rather talk about 30 Rock than real life (I've never seen 30 Rock so that puts me out of the conversation)
• I'm making better connections with rocking cool amazing women than any men I've met in the past year - hum.

In contrast to this Saturday night party I had a lovely lunch earlier in the day with two mature women friends. We had flowing conversation on a variety of very interesting topics, ate unbelievable decadent food and made future plans to trek out on an arts venture. So inspiring. Why is this so much more appealing than scoping out men at depressing parties?