I really wanted to put together a look back at what has been a wonderful but completely insane year for me but a) I’m full of flu b) I’m desperately behind on my deadlines because of said flu and c) lots of this year’s activities really shouldn’t be discussed in a public forum.
Anyway, here’s what I came up with…
Saw the new year in with Surfer Blood and Frankie and The Outs at Cameo Gallery in Williamsburg. Well, that is after spending several hours watching High School Musical, playing HSM Mystery Date and drinking gin. Back in the UK, I Heart Hollywood was released… not as many people bought it as I Heart New York. I tried not to take this personally.
Spent Valentine’s day in a restaurant called Fat Hippo with two girlfriends getting drunk and listening in to the world’s most awkward date beside us. I do not believe they lasted the month as a couple. I saw Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney at a gig and told her I love her. It went badly. It snowed. New York was cold. Got sent home from work. Score.
My first ever awards shindig! Back to London for the RNA Awards where I Heart Hollywood was shortlisted for the Pure Passion Reader’s Choice Award. It didn’t win and I sulked. Then stole loads of Galaxy Minstrels from the other tables and declared myself the winner. Oh, and then I came back to New York and promptly nicked off to Montreal which was lovely.
Weekend in DC supposedly to watch my friend run the Cherry Blossom 10k. Unfortunately, I stayed up too late the night before and couldn’t be arsed to get up at six to go. I am a bad friend. I did however visit lots of monuments I’d seen on telly which was exciting. Getting there and back on the bus was less exciting.
Undertook a vitally important research for I Heart Vegas by sacrificing a few brain cells, some of my liver and most of my dignity in Las Vegas. I am excited to discover I am a natural pole dancer. My friend is ashamed. Until boys start buying her drinks at which point she becomes incredibly supportive.
Bit of a blur to be honest… there were quite a lot of birthdays. It was definitely sunny, I was definitely badly behaved, there were definitely picnics in parks. Fun.
Thanks to the fact that all my friends are awesome, me and Ms Rachael Wright hit The Hamptons. For Rachael, this is important research for an she is writing. For me, this is the world’s best blag. We drive a car. We didn’t die. This inspires later idiocy in July. There is a hurricane, a private beach and the world’s best bath. I love The Hamptons.
After pretending to be rich, I pretended to be a real author at the Melissa Nathan Awards back in London. Liza Tarbuck championed I Heart New York. Except she didn’t really seem to like it very much. It was all a bit awkward. I didn’t win but the wonderful Janet Skeslien Charles does so it’s all OK. I then embarrassed myself horribly by telling Neil Hannon of the Divine Comedy that I love him. He was relatively receptive.
I Heart Paris was released! It did better than I Heart Hollywood! We’re all incredibly relieved! I saw Faith No More at Williamsburg Waterfront! I got a new tattoo! Me and my friends celebrated my first anniversary in New York City! And me and Rachael drive to CANADA. No, really. We drove from Manhattan to Toronto and WE DID NOT DIE.
Again, bit of a blur… I remember getting my new US visa and throwing a party dressed as disco Superman. I’m sure there was more than that though. Give me a minute.
My very first month as a full-time writer. I was and still am pretty much terrified.
Amazing things: Interviewing Janie Bryant for Grazia, seeing Bret Hart at Madison Square Garden, I Heart New York publishing in the US, the Marc Jacobs dress I bought for the book launch, lots of non-US friends coming to visit.
Not so amazing: Hangovers, my credit card bill, sobbing on the floor of the Hudson Hotel while explaining my romantic predicament to a newlywed Irish Couple. Sorry, Yvette.
Someone made me turn 30.
I have nothing else to say.
Home for my brother’s birthday. For some reason, me, my mum and my step-dad went to Skegness for the day. It was very cold but the fish & chips was awesome. Back to New York and then back to Toronto although this time in a plane. Much less scary. Met a Bosnian man in a pulled pork sandwich shop. He told me all men were liars. Which was nice.
YAY CHRISTMAS! My first ever holiday season in New York and it is wonderful. Lunch at Jean Georges, Boxing Day blizzard In a slightly left-field decision, I spend three and a half hours getting my hair dyed red. Every waking hour has been spent finishing my next book, The Single Girl’s To-Do list (plug plug plug) and some of the sleeping ones too. I also discovered what it was like to OD on Sudafed. I don’t recommend it.
And that brings us right back round to New Years… right this second, at 10.54pm I’m watching TV on the sofa with my roommate passed out beside me, working on the book, fighting off the flu. It’s a bit different from last year but equally fun.
It’s been awesome getting to know some of you over the last year, I love me some Twitter and Facebook. And I really do try to reply to everyone, I just struggle with getting round to everyone in a timely fashion. Because I’m lazy.
Tomorrow I’m going to try to post some resolutions and lessons learned from 2010. Can’t wait to hear all about yours.