Cold and mean Millionaire

My Mom loves Who wants to be a millionaire. Both American and Serbian. So she's been bugging M. to go on it, to compete. I look it up and find out that one can audition only if in the audience for two tapings. Sounded great! So I order tickets, they arrive, I confirm and look forward to it. I actually ordered four, for my Mom and sister as well.
So we jump into a cab yesterday and arrive in front of the ABC's studio at 2:50p.m. The ticket said 3p.m.
When we got there, there was already a huge line of people, waiting at the door. And it's mid 40s. What can we do, we get in line. Then a woman comes by asking if we have a "number?" We show her the tickets but she said we need to go to the other line, half way down the street and get the number. We're not happy at this point but it's not exactly across the street from where we live, if you know what I mean. And my Mom doesn't live on this continent.
So, when we get to this other line, we don't get a number, but we're told to wait, in order to see if they have room for us because "they are in capacity." Who cares about the tickets, the confirmation! Useless! The only thing that seemed to matter is when you got in line. So we end up waiting for about another hour, made a trip to the near by Starbucks to warm up, moved to another line where, after about an hour and a half of waiting, they tell us: "We're so sorry...."
O, wow, was I angry or what! But, I didn't do anything, cause there was nothing really to be done. Unless to get arrested.
So I'm thinking about writing them a letter of protest. But I still want M. to audition for the next season. I'm just so sorry that we were freezing for nothing, and that my Mom and sister didn't get to experience it. We should've left right when they told us we might not get in...
I know, it's all water under the bridge now. But so hard to let go.
Anyway, we did get the Millionaire t-shirts. I'm never going to wear mine though-it will always remind me of that horrible day. Unless, M. wins a million eventually.

My first martini

I made my first martini tonight.First martini ever!I know what you're thinking-I had to move to New York to learn how to make a martini? And I'm not even working as a bartender.I was just never motivated before. Nor had a great recipe. Nor had the right kind of fancy glasses and a shaker.
O,yes, I got it all. Actually, those were all wedding presents we never got to use before. So the idea of playing with the martini instruments amused me. Especially with the guests coming tomorrow. So I went out, got some Blueberry Smirnoff Vodka, Triple Sec and I already had some blueberry juice. Mixed it all together, added some raspberries(I couldn't find blueberries) and voila! Blueberry martini it is! Actually, it was. We drank it. I guess that proves it was good. Or that we would drink anything in a crystal martini glass.
I mentioned guests. One of my best friends is coming tomorrow night. Late, so we have to stay awake. One of Matt's friends is coming up as well. So, I thought that we could impress them with our blueberry martinis, and have a drink before four of us go out, exploring the New York nightlife.
I'm looking forward to it! M. has stayed a devoted friend through all our life changes-she moved to London, I moved to the States. It's rare, I found out. I lost a lot of friends in the last five years. Unfortunately. They've changed, a lot. So have I...

Yoga on the roof

We had an amazing new experience the other day. As if moving to Manhattan isn't an amazing, new experience all out of itself. We had Yoga on the roof at dusk overlooking Manhattan! What an experience! As the darkness was falling on us, and the city lit, we were struggling to stay in one of numerous "straighten your body-calm your mind" positions, trying to enjoy the incredible view. And we did!Highly recommended!