Jesus found me.. Well kinda

So in my line of splendid glorious work we tend to have client visits form time to time.  This requires schlepping from our office in Chelsea to usually around grand central.  Not so far you say, well think again when you have to get there on a Veterans Day Wednesday.  This means PARADE! I do love a good parade however this day I did not.  We got in the cab completely unaware of the parade still, as we keep trying to turn to get over to 2nd denied each time.  So after about an hour... yes AN HOUR (mind you I could have walked this in maybe 20 min 30 def) and passing our office again we finally get to our destination.  

We have our meeting and what not and realize we are trying to catch a cab back at 4:30 on a weekday.  For those of you that know this is dumb a and awful timing  cause it is around when cabbies are changing shifts and no one wants to really pick anyone up.  So who do they make try and hail a cab... me...  however after trying to get one, being flipped off by one driver for no reason whatsoever then having to contend with some guy who kept saying ‘I'm from Milan’ and his stupid manila envelop flag, the Jersey in me started to come out so my boss decided we would walk for a bit till we were at a 'better spot'.  Now here is where Jesus finds me... since I have gone in to a slight bitch mode I am now currently standing with my back to 42nd with my boss and his boss trying to hail a cab.  I then hear someone yelling.  I turn to see who and it is a cabby.  Is he yelling at either of the 2 people trying to get a cab, no, he is yelling at me of course.  So as much as I know this is going to be an interesting ride since he decides to stalk down the one person not trying to get a cab at the time.  Mind you he is also on the other side of the street, however it is a cab and seeming to be the only one in the area willing to pick anyone up.  So I am looking around and there are pictures EVERYWHERE.  There is also binders of random pictures that he hands us to look at and fake plastic ivy and leaves, I think they were for the ‘fall feel’. 

We find out his name is Philip Frabosilo and he starts talking normally however he still has to make up for the crazy that is his vehicle at the time.  This is where my willpower starts kicking in.  Now as much as I am not a fan of crazy people being obsessed with me most of the time, sometimes it is like a little gift from god to make my day better, this was one of those moments.  After he makes his introductions he starts talking about how he is a preacher but not in a church he preaches in random parks as well as from his cab.  Apparently he is a movie star since he was in a documentary about fishing in the river, as well as another one in which they document his 'Rolling for Jesus'.  This is where he hands us his business card and I have to pull all my willpower to not start laughing.  He is also preaching to the point about god that all three of us in the back thought he was trying to convert me.  Out of the three of us I am the obvious candidate to most likely need the saving with me being brown and all. 

 Now it is around this come to Jesus speech that I notice that there is a camera in the front of his car, a small one like a web cam kinda of camera.  I don’t care if he taped me, however I have the feeling that he will feel bad when he reviews the footage, cause I was trying not to laugh and he will either realize this or he will mistake it for me coming to terms with my religious waywardness and wanting to holla at Jesus... either way not looking so good for me.  We are slowly getting closer to our destination and we find out oh he is an INTERNATIONAL movie star as he has some infomercial in Italy and Germany and another documentary done about him.  As he is talking about his documentary about his life he feels the need to point out that a Jewish girl made it (don’t worry I was just as confused hearing it as you are reading it) and says he will give us all free copies but then never actually gives them to us and never follows up with why us knowing the religion of the filmmaker to be pertinent info.   Finally we get there and as I was waiting for the receipt to printing he tells me to have a ‘blessed, god filled day’ and finally I get out.  Granted this is not the craziest situation that has come upon me however how only I would have the Rolling for Jesus cab stumble upond me.  However we then stumbled upon the Van Leeuwen truck which I LOVE and a Cafe Americano and mini hazelnut brown butter cake makes the world right again!

Crazy People LOVE me!

And sometimes this can be a good or an absolutely bad thing. I know I know, I am def not off to a great start with this whole blogging thing... since my last post was in AUGUST... Here is my problem, I have it in my head that my life is uneventful and that there isn't much to type about, then out of nowhere I am talking to someone going over my 'mundane' life and am told that I couldn't be farther than the truth. Well that and I seem to have the attention span of a kitten on crack. I have all intentions of getting to a computer and writing down the eventful things that have just occurred in my life and then I see something shiny out of the corner of my eye and there that blog post goes.

So before I spy with my little eye a fun shade of nail polish that I would rather try I will try and get this quick run down of just the top 3 fun things that have happened in a three day series. Why did I choose these three things you ask, well that is simple, they are just what I can remember in my pea sized brain right this sec.
First off, UConn homecoming, which was prob the best homecoming I have been to yet. For anyone who knows me, I LOVE all things UConn. The group we went with was amazing and we all totally got along. Drinks were had, I was drunk by 10 latest... food was grilled friends were seen. I did manage to take down the fence at some point due to me trying to climb over it and horribly misjudging how high to lift my leg. This lapse in depth perception led me to tripping over it about 3 times, the third time in which I totally take it out and fall to the ground. Thank god that 7 year old was close by to ask if I was ok and have his mom usher him away from me quickly. See said fence below:

After this point things get slightly fuzzy until pretty much the end of the game. All I know is that it was an amazing and enchanting time in the 'Tailgate Zone". We did manage to find a new friend, I am not sure what his real name is but we called him Pork & Jager. He was a real winner and not creepy at all. He thought he fit right in with our group... the group had a different opinion. The only downfall to the day events was that when we got back from the game some punks stole my cooler out of the bed of the truck, the part that made me the saddest was my veggie burgers were in it :( oh well I had Pringles instead! After all of that hooplah we ended up at a bar that none of us really wanted to be and which ended with me getting mad that they kicked a dog out of the bar so I stole all of the mints... I am still finding them around my room and car.  We then just hung out at Deans place till we all decided we were too tuckered out to do anything else.  I think the day ended with 50 gold stars for us!  Here are some photos to sum it all up P.S. Later that night at the bar I won the Tale-ie for the biggest boobs... I was pretty honored. The last pic has Pork and Jager in the black sweater all the way to the right of it and as you can see we are all pretty much laughing. Tomorrow will be Rolling for Jesus and sat will be Lynyrd meets GaGa.