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Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11/01

I am re-posting what I originally wrote to commemorate the anniversary of 9/11. Please remember those people who lost their lives in a senseless act of violence.

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Every New Yorker has their own 9/11 story, here is mine. 5 years ago I worked in a hospital, in an outpatient clinic. I was just about to leave for a morning meeting when one of my co-workers started screaming for me, calling me back and into the conference room. She was eating her breakfast in there and was watching television. We both saw the second plane hit the tower, and looked at each other in shock. We just stared at the television thinking it was something out of the movie Independence Day. It was totally surreal.

About an half hour later, we were called by the hospital Chief of Staff and told that the hospital was on lockdown and that all management personnel were needed in the Emergency Room to assist with triage. NYC buses were transporting firefighters, police officers and EMS workers from our ER downtown, and bringing back people that had minor injuries. The most vivid memory I have of that day is that all of the people coming into the ER from the site seemed grey and were covered with soot and debris. Towards the end of the day, the National Guard had set up camp on the hospital grounds and were Medevac-ing severely injured (mostly burned) people from the WTC site.

At this point, I was unable to get in touch with my parents or siblings to let them know that I was ok, just unable to leave the hospital. I tried to get in touch with my cousin and my roommate who both worked close to the towers, my cousin at 120 Broadway, my roommate at One Liberty Plaza. I didn’t find out about either of them until 2 days later, both fine, they found each other and walked uptown together. I was able to leave the hospital at about 11pm, and while traveling home, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet the streets were. Eerily quiet. No cars on the road, hardly any traffic. No hustle and bustle. Just silence.

It was weeks later before I found out definitively of two friends that died, both of whom worked at the WTC. JFQ and PC. You are always missed.

Go here to view a list of victims from that day.

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8 years and counting. We will never forget.

Friday, September 04, 2009

One Year

It is scary to think that in exactly one year I will be preparing myself for the biggest milestone of my life.

MARRIAGE.

And I am totally unprepared. Mentally, emotionally, financially, and any other ally that I can't think of right now.

Since we have booked out reception venue, I have had horrid nightmares of things going wrong. I mean like being left at the altar bad. I trust Dirty and know that he wouldn't have proposed if he didn't mean it, but those dreams are freaking my shit out.

The other stuff that is freaking me out is that we have not booked another major vendor for the wedding... no dj, photographer, florist. I just have no motivation to meet with these people and haggle prices. I want what I want and expect people to make it happen. No wonder why wedding coordinators make a pretty penny. This crap is tedious and annoying.

Let me not even get started on a dress. I have tried on quite a few, and cannot find "the one". Could it be that just like men, there isn't "a perfect dress", just a good solid dress that makes you happy, and looks beautiful and one that you are happy to wear because you don't looked like a stuffed marshmallow sausage? It took me years to find Dirty, I hope it doesn't take me that long to find a dress.

I know this post is a little negative, but I'm getting MARRIED in a year! And you all know how that kiddie song goes: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Sloane with a baby carriage...

What have I gotten myself into? ;)