Screw 5th Avenue: A Case for DIY Beauty

It takes a lot of hair to be beautiful. Or at least that's what *BLOGGER* told me when she convinced me to get elbow deep in hair extension glue. 

You live on which street, you say?

Wednesday nights at the Spotted Pig. Having been invited via Facebook event page every week for over 6 years by a guy I did not remember at all from college, I was mildly curious. I had few friends in New York having just moved here a few months earlier and the nights alone with Seamless and my ever increasing cellulite as my only company was starting to get tiresome. So I went and I met all in one shot pretty much my entire social circle today. Score!

The pig also got bonus points for my meeting *BLOGGER*, who in fact only lives 100 feet away! Not a block or a couple of blocks or a floor away, but 100 feet. Precisely the distance needed to overcome my newfound New Yorker laziness, while still not close enough to judge each other's one night stand choices. 

The 90's are over

Hello blogosphere! This is the first post for a yet unnamed blog, which recently became an utmost necessity due to the interesting phenomena of overwhelming single women in their 30's in Manhattan . Yes yes, ugh, Sex and the City. Well, to that I say that the 90's are over and done with and we're men born after SATC first episode aired... so as you can imagine there's a lot of ground to cover. First of all, my fellow blogger and myself are no more than a year in New York and (at least one of us) is not obsessed with designer shoes.

No, there are greater things to worry about in these troubled times: from hair extensions to the end of marriage, its a jungle in the 20-tens Manhattan. Here's the account of two girls new to both the 30's and to NYC and the crazy shit we get into...