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I am the fruit of italian loins born and raised in Montreal, Canada and have been living in NYC for the past 4 years. I love it here despite the abundance of local fauna and the festival of swoon inducing aromas the city exudes in august. I'd like to say that I really enjoy looking at all the beautiful people and talking to all the interesting ones (sometimes they are one and the same..oy), the mountains of art that they've crammed into this city, the theatre, the restaurants and food, and though this is true the truest reason I'm here is that I'm kinda like an untrained dog who just gets excited by and absolutely needs to be where the action is ( even if he's not allowed to participate in the action). My favourite things to do these days is cooking at home with and for friends and working on my tan at the nearest beach (while pondering the big questions). Of course I always make sure to set aside at least 5 to 10 minutes every day in which to freak out about whether I'm ever gonna be a famous writer. This inevitably triggers flashbacks of my childhood when I would lay in bed thinking about our mortality and infinity. Back then I would relax by building a "fort" around my bed from all my stuffed animals. These days my "fort" is a glass of wine (I am a cheap drunk so one usually does the trick), or a delicious coffee, pizza or various cuts of grass fed beef and just about everything really.....sometimes (gird yourself for some stinky cheese) I'm completely overwhelmed with how awesome everything is, from the eye-rolling inducingest half-wit to the geniuses, from the weirdest fashionable dog hybrid to the view of the Manhattan skyline from the roof of the Metropolitan Museum etc etc.....but enough about me....
My Ideal Person:
I'm a firm believer in the mystery of unexpected chemistry or lack of expected chemistry so I figure if you're not suffering from elephantitis and you're not looking to date someone with the goal of entering into a suicide pact then you would fall within the ambit of my romantic interest scape. Let the games begin....gulp.
The last great book I read
"Netherland" by Joseph O'Neill.
My most humbling moment
Many years ago in the flower of my prepubescence I was chosen
to be the ring boy in the wedding party of my Uncle Jack. I
was paired with Mary, the 10 yr old youngest sister of the
bride. Mary, as luck would have it, developed an obsessive
crush on me. I don't know if it was the pressure of the
rehearsals but I was horrified. What's more it was
rumoured that she was a bed-wetter. Come the wedding reception
(a lavish affair filled with cash-stuffed envelopes and
a pig engulfed in flames and carted around for entertainment)
the wedding party was sat at "The Table of Honor"
(italian wedding) facing the guests who intermittently
would call for the bride and groom or whoever to kiss publicly.
To my shock, they eventually called for Mary and I to kiss
(sounds cultlike doesn't it?). Needless to say she
tried but I ran like hell, around the Table of Honor and all
around the banquet hall. But man, she could run...and what
a healthy sense of self esteem! Eventually I was cornered
and literally forced to kiss....it was positively medieval.
The celebrity I resemble the most
Is Benito Mussolini considered a celebrity?
The best or worst lie I've ever told
I'm a terrible liar ( my whole body confesses everything)
but I do keep giving tourists directions when I don't
really know what I'm talking about.
If I could be anywhere right now
In bed where I wouldn't have to answer these dumb questions.....oops...
Five items I can't live without
My runners, espresso maker, NY Times, chef knife and cast
iron skillet.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Beautiful, brilliant, stylish and worldly is sexy; nice
is sexier.
In my bedroom one will find...
Well...I do live in a studio...so in my bedroom you will
find my enormous diningroom table conveniently located
just a few feet away from my bed.
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