Last week I received my first assignment at the paper … what a hilarious topic — Scare-a-Cuse, Syracuse’s first horror, science fiction and paranormal convention, which I did not attend. Sorry I’m not sorry. But there was something so satisfying about popping 75 cents into the newspaper vending machine on Friday and thumbing through a paper with my name printed in it (thankfully not in the police logs).
Here’s the full article.
My next assignment ended up being equally as hilarious — at least for me. Friday I walked into the office and my editor asked me, “are you into fashion?” So that’s where this is funny. I’m quite possibly the least fashionable person I know, unless you equate fashion with comfort.
4 reasons why I don’t do fashion:
1. Overalls: My mother disposed of all of them when I went to college (she denies it… but they’ve vanished). I wore them at least once a week in high school. This is why I had so many boyfriends.
2. High Heels: Bad. Bad. Bad. I tripped down a flight of stairs into a bar — stone-sober — because I had them on my feet. Recently at DSW I overheard a teenaged girl inform her friend that if your rump sticks out offensively far when you’re walking in heels than you shouldn’t be wearing them. This is me always.
3. Sweaters: My father’s sweaters are my jam. All day, every day. The bigger, the better.
4. Mama doesn’t dress me anymore: You know Teresa Giudice from the Real Housewives? My mother dressed my sister and I the same way Teresa dresses her children. Miniature child-women dressed to impress with the latest in kids’ fashion. Back in the day it was massive bows, hats, floral leggings — all that was the rage in the early ’90s. I was her very own Jonbenet Ramsey and even sported red lipstick way too many times than was acceptable for a small child. Once I started dressing myself I rejected all things trendy and girly. And here we are now with not a lick of pink clothing.
So with my clearly non-extensive fashion knowledge, my next assignment is to write a story about the upcoming fashion show in downtown Syracuse. Friday was chock full of interviews where I inquired about fall fashions, trends and all else that is completely foreign business to me. Uncharted territory is supposed to be a learning experience though, right?
But GET THIS…. Just as I was faking fashion expert and chatting it up about paranormal activity, I got the very best news. Ever.
My editor informed me that now I’ll be working closer with Don, the food and drink editor. Wheeeee! I think I might have dramatically shot my arms back in proper bicep-curl form and projected an exaggerated “Yessssssss” like the obnoxious kid in middle school that answered right in jeopardy or got a perfect score on his geometry quiz. Everybody knows one of those kids. Needless to say, I am thrilled to be able to write about food. My next assignment is CNY Signature where I visit local restaurants and chat up the chef about the one-of-a-kind dish that makes customers drool and come back for more. And I get to eat it with him too.
Here’s one from one of my favorite coffee shops: Recess
Oh and here’s my weekend brush with fame — Just chilling with Knicks guard, Andy Rautins.
This is my second encounter with an ex-orange player if you count that time I ran up to Eric Devendorf, squeezed his bum, giggled and ran away. Mature and appropriate.