A Keyword Post
Well, I didn't know what I could write about today so I decided on a keyword piece. Oh boy, let's just start it because a keyword post really doesn't require a lot of intro.
The Opera: Ok, this was surreal. I'm not going to go into detail (yet) but let's just say that I got to have a behind the scenes tour of the Vienna Opera House. AMAHZING! I don't want to go into too much detail because more will be revealed in the future but eu mah gawd. And no, I will not be working at the opera house because kittens cry whenever I open my mouth. But let's just say... I had one of the most Viennese of Vienna experiences that Vienna can offer ever. Surreal.
The Husband: Well this is a pretty honest post. This morning, while I was getting the Kid dressed for kindergarten, the Husband asked me "Are you having a fun time?" and being the brat that I am I answered "It's not about fun. I AM WORKING! I AM DOING A JOB!" and I harrumphed and acted like a spoiled child. I gave the Kid a couple of cookies for breakfast (Earth mother, I am) and pouted and then realized I was being a pain in the tuckus. The reality is, is that I am having the most amazing time and I feel incredibly guilty about it. The Husband has been Super Dad the past almost 2 weeks and I feel like I need to justify my absence by being melodramatic about it. The more I thought about it, I realized how off base I was being. To be honest, if the Husband had a chance to do something amazing and something he has dreamed about (Melrose Place marathon watching, beer tester, mayonnaise critic, bikini competion judge) and I was taking care of the Kid while he pursued his "dream" and all he could reply was "It's not about fun. I AM WORKING!", I would have turned into a banshee. I must be going through something because a few minutes later I walked up to the Husband and I apologized. I am having an amazing time and that is ok. I feel that sometimes as mothers and, actually, as women, we have to apologize for being fulfilled. Like somehow we need to be in a constant martyr state to be appreciated or to even appreciate what we have. It was an interesting lesson to learn at 7 a.m. after 5 hours of sleep. Will I act more self-aware and less selfish in the future? Probably not. I am who I am.
Journalists: As I have written over the past two weeks, this is a real learning curve and an incredible experience. I have met some amazing people and I am so honoured to carry around a press pass and be considered part of the "pack". Yesterday was especially rewarding because I am desperate for praise. I was sitting at a table, looking up reality TV gossip (I SAID I WAS WORKING HARD!), when two women sat down across from me. They both had accents and were both beautiful and they said stuff like "God willing, this hummus is good" or "When I was in Baku..." I eavesdropped and also tried to look like a "Very important" journalist. But I couldn't resist snorting when they made a snide remark about a singer and then we started talking. One woman was an editor from Portugal and the other was a reporter who was from Greece but was Israeli. She wore a belly top and a Coachella type cardigan and was teeny tiny and yet could probably break my neck using Krav Maga while making baklava. We chatted and we talked about the 90's and the assasin cum MTV personality snorted and said "But you are too young to remember that!" and I wondered if this was some weird cultural sarcasm and I cocked my head and said "What do you mean?" and she answered "But you are, what, 25?" I barked and said "What?!? No, no, I'm 34." and she was shocked and I exclaimed "YOU ARE NOW MY BESTIE!" and funny, I haven't seen them since. So who makes up the journalists here at the event? To break it down, I would say 70% are fabulous gay men, 20% are exotic women journalists and 10% are jaded press people. I fall firmly in the fabulous gay men crowd.
Dream job: Listen, I know that I am not a journalist. I never studied it, I am not one, I am not even a writer. So I am pretty aware of how damn lucky I am to be here. Something incredible has happened to me since I started covering this event: I discovered how much I love doing this. This event has fulfilled three important things for me: 1) Meeting new people and soaking up the energy and 2) Flashing my press badge because I am nothing if not an elitist and 3) Being able to write about fun stuff and to use humour while writing because if you have met me in real life, you will know that PERSONALITY is the only thing keeping me from being sent to live in the attic of Notre Dame. What hump?
Gratitude: I have always been grateful for my life. I think I live a pretty charmed life and I try and take full advantage of it. I truly try to live life to the fullest and I hope that comes across in my writing. And I will forever be grateful to everybody who has ever written me encouraging messages or has taken the time to give me advice or just liking my post when I post a link. It means the world to me and I am so grateful to be able to experience what I get to experience. My life is rich and so I say thank you. Dammit, what was in that wine?
Tomorrow night is the final and I am almost ready. I will cry bittersweet tears tomorrow night because I know it is coming to an end and I will just have my memories.. and I will have my no-longer-all access press badge to look at every once in a while. But I know that this event has been a game changer. I know what I want in my future. I want Conchita's waist size... I jest. You know what I mean. So follow me @VWurstelstand and I hope you enjoy it. Happy Friday!!!
The Opera: Ok, this was surreal. I'm not going to go into detail (yet) but let's just say that I got to have a behind the scenes tour of the Vienna Opera House. AMAHZING! I don't want to go into too much detail because more will be revealed in the future but eu mah gawd. And no, I will not be working at the opera house because kittens cry whenever I open my mouth. But let's just say... I had one of the most Viennese of Vienna experiences that Vienna can offer ever. Surreal.
The Husband: Well this is a pretty honest post. This morning, while I was getting the Kid dressed for kindergarten, the Husband asked me "Are you having a fun time?" and being the brat that I am I answered "It's not about fun. I AM WORKING! I AM DOING A JOB!" and I harrumphed and acted like a spoiled child. I gave the Kid a couple of cookies for breakfast (Earth mother, I am) and pouted and then realized I was being a pain in the tuckus. The reality is, is that I am having the most amazing time and I feel incredibly guilty about it. The Husband has been Super Dad the past almost 2 weeks and I feel like I need to justify my absence by being melodramatic about it. The more I thought about it, I realized how off base I was being. To be honest, if the Husband had a chance to do something amazing and something he has dreamed about (Melrose Place marathon watching, beer tester, mayonnaise critic, bikini competion judge) and I was taking care of the Kid while he pursued his "dream" and all he could reply was "It's not about fun. I AM WORKING!", I would have turned into a banshee. I must be going through something because a few minutes later I walked up to the Husband and I apologized. I am having an amazing time and that is ok. I feel that sometimes as mothers and, actually, as women, we have to apologize for being fulfilled. Like somehow we need to be in a constant martyr state to be appreciated or to even appreciate what we have. It was an interesting lesson to learn at 7 a.m. after 5 hours of sleep. Will I act more self-aware and less selfish in the future? Probably not. I am who I am.
Journalists: As I have written over the past two weeks, this is a real learning curve and an incredible experience. I have met some amazing people and I am so honoured to carry around a press pass and be considered part of the "pack". Yesterday was especially rewarding because I am desperate for praise. I was sitting at a table, looking up reality TV gossip (I SAID I WAS WORKING HARD!), when two women sat down across from me. They both had accents and were both beautiful and they said stuff like "God willing, this hummus is good" or "When I was in Baku..." I eavesdropped and also tried to look like a "Very important" journalist. But I couldn't resist snorting when they made a snide remark about a singer and then we started talking. One woman was an editor from Portugal and the other was a reporter who was from Greece but was Israeli. She wore a belly top and a Coachella type cardigan and was teeny tiny and yet could probably break my neck using Krav Maga while making baklava. We chatted and we talked about the 90's and the assasin cum MTV personality snorted and said "But you are too young to remember that!" and I wondered if this was some weird cultural sarcasm and I cocked my head and said "What do you mean?" and she answered "But you are, what, 25?" I barked and said "What?!? No, no, I'm 34." and she was shocked and I exclaimed "YOU ARE NOW MY BESTIE!" and funny, I haven't seen them since. So who makes up the journalists here at the event? To break it down, I would say 70% are fabulous gay men, 20% are exotic women journalists and 10% are jaded press people. I fall firmly in the fabulous gay men crowd.
Dream job: Listen, I know that I am not a journalist. I never studied it, I am not one, I am not even a writer. So I am pretty aware of how damn lucky I am to be here. Something incredible has happened to me since I started covering this event: I discovered how much I love doing this. This event has fulfilled three important things for me: 1) Meeting new people and soaking up the energy and 2) Flashing my press badge because I am nothing if not an elitist and 3) Being able to write about fun stuff and to use humour while writing because if you have met me in real life, you will know that PERSONALITY is the only thing keeping me from being sent to live in the attic of Notre Dame. What hump?
Gratitude: I have always been grateful for my life. I think I live a pretty charmed life and I try and take full advantage of it. I truly try to live life to the fullest and I hope that comes across in my writing. And I will forever be grateful to everybody who has ever written me encouraging messages or has taken the time to give me advice or just liking my post when I post a link. It means the world to me and I am so grateful to be able to experience what I get to experience. My life is rich and so I say thank you. Dammit, what was in that wine?
Tomorrow night is the final and I am almost ready. I will cry bittersweet tears tomorrow night because I know it is coming to an end and I will just have my memories.. and I will have my no-longer-all access press badge to look at every once in a while. But I know that this event has been a game changer. I know what I want in my future. I want Conchita's waist size... I jest. You know what I mean. So follow me @VWurstelstand and I hope you enjoy it. Happy Friday!!!
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