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My blog is officially one year old! I can’t believe a whole year has already gone by!! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was sitting next to Dooce in a Brooklyn bar, visualizing what my first post was going to say. Except that it wasn’t yesterday it was a whole year ago and I feel like that person sitting in that bar is a million miles away. I feel like I’ve learned so much in the last year, much of which I can attribute to writing somewhat regularly on this blog. I know I haven’t kept up with it as much as I should have or probably could have, but it’s been cathartic and therapeutic to have this outlet to turn to when the mood strikes. I’m incredibly proud of myself for having stuck with it for this long, and the simple fact that I’ve made it through one whole year just provides enormous motivation to keep on trucking. I’m excited for what the next year of Mambabyte will bring, and I hope that those of you that have come this far with me will continue on this crazy ride. I promise not to disappoint.

With that corny shit out of the way, can you believe what a year this has been? It was the year of Obama, we said goodbye to the great George Carlin, I actually participated in NaBloPoMo, and I got laid off! What I haven’t told you about yet is how I had to cram for one of the hardest tests I’ve ever taken in only three weeks (and I still don’t know whether or not I’ve passed), I was accepted into the Masters program for my dream job, I moved into a beautiful new apartment with two of my closest girlfriends, I’ve reconnected with some of my old friends that I’ve missed terribly and didn’t think I would ever see again, and have started to learn that when you begin to surround yourself with positive people, things, and ideas, positive things start to come your way much more easily than you ever could have imagined. I’m feeling more myself than I have in a really long time, and I know that it is only the beginning of what’s to come for me.

I’ve been celebrating this first blogoversary by browsing through the past year’s archives. I was interested in getting an update on all of the artist’s I’ve featured in my Music Bytes:

• The Morning Benders: “Talking Through Tin Cans” has been released for a little over a year now, and the band is still touring like crazy and even made an appearance at this year’s SXSW.
• Coldplay: Duh.
• Katy Perry: Well now she’s lasted a lot longer than I originally gave her credit for, and while her songs are getting really annoying and I think she sucks live, I’m pleasantly surprised she’s considered “headliner” material.
• Adele: Go girl! Adele’s since won two Grammy Awards, for Best New Artist and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. Love her!
• Gaslight Anthem: They just seem to be snowballing into bigger and better things, opening for both Bruce Springsteen AND Dave Matthews this year. Holy!
• Sikamor Rooney: They’re still doing their thing and could use some more exposure, so go check them out again and give them a chance!
• Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head: I can’t get enough of these guys, HA! They were featured on Perez Hilton and they’ll be the supporting act for Lily Allen’s North American tour this year. So much fun!
• Rachael Yamagata: Those who love her, love her dearly.
• Leslie Hall: Since this wasn’t technically a music byte, I don’t technically have an update, but it’s still hilarious so go take a look and enjoy a chuckle on me.
• Kings of Leon: Ahhhh, by far my favorite music byte and favorite band of the whole year. They’re just huge. I almost had a heart attack when they arrived on the cover of a recent Rolling Stone issue. I can’t say enough.
• Zee Avi: Her album still won’t be released for another four days, but if you were lucky enough to check her out at SXSW, I’m sure you’ll agree it won’t be long before we hear much more about her.

Make sure to send me any ideas for Music Bytes you might have! I sure as hell can’t keep up with everything, what do you think I look like?

In pure Mamba style, I’ve decided to end this Happy One Year Post by listing my top eight posts of the year. Because I love the number 8. So I picked 8 posts. Out of 71. I don’t think 71 is a lot at all, so I made sure to write that here so next year I can make sure the number is much higher. Anyway, enjoy.

• My Most Romantic Moment
• A Moment in Time: The Best Worst Date
• Why Brett Favre Will Never See My Tits
• The Shoes Don’t Help
• Commuters Are Fucking Crazy
• Justin Should Be A Regular on SNL
• Saturn Has Returned With a Can of Whoop Ass
• Advice: Don’t Try This At Home

Now I’m going to drink right out of the bottle pour myself a glass of wine and congratulate myself on one year of blogging. Thanks to all you fuckers who’ve stuck with me. Air cheers!

My boyfriend (commonly referred to on this blog as DB) and I went to high school together. We did not date in high school; we were not high school sweethearts. We weren’t even friends. In fact, I could probably count on two hands the amount of words we exchanged in four years of roaming the same hallways. I did, however, have a huge crush on him. I was the cheerleader and he was the bad boy. The bad boy that was in most of my classes. The bad boy that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. The bad boy that I used to giggle about with my girlfriends and the same bad boy that wouldn’t give me the time of day. DB was my high school fantasy.

After high school I can honestly say I didn’t even so much as hear his name mentioned, unless it was me bringing him up during a drunken night of reminiscing with my best friends. It was as if he had ceased to exist.

A few years back, I was in Manhattan and had just caught the subway in a last ditch attempt to get on the last train to Jersey before rush hour. (I try desperately to avoid stressful, crowded places because I feel like I don’t move fast enough for most people’s liking. But I digress.) As I sat down to catch my breath I looked to my left and about three feet away there he was. DB. And he was looking back at me. We recognized each other instantly, and I remember wondering whether the smile on his face was a result of him seeing me after all these years, or if he had caught the smile from me since I know I was grinning ear-to-ear. (Or, of course, if it was an instinctual reaction to my inherent sexiness; aren’t I oh-so-modest?)

After a bit of awkwardness we got to talking, and not only did I miss the train I had been so desperate to catch, I sat in the middle of Penn Station during rush hour and had a beer with my high school fantasy. How things progressed from there is material for another blog post, but needless to say it all went well.

A month or so later I was having martinis with some girlfriends when someone decided to ask what each of our Most Romantic Moments Ever was. I think it was my friend Perm that brought it up; she was getting married soon and all, I Want To Talk About Love And Shit. Anyway, in the middle of her story I started laughing so loudly that everyone stopped talking and looked at me. I was laughing, I told them, because I thought it was both funny and sad that I did not have a Most Romantic Story to share. Little did I know that my story would happen just the very next evening.

That next night it was raining and cold. DB came to visit and we were trying to watch movies on the couch, but the rain was pelting louder and louder against the windows in my living room, and it was getting harder to hear the television. DB gave me a look, a look that you give someone right before you’re about to tickle them or chase them, a kind of “I’m Gonna Get You!” look. I shrieked and turned toward the door, which is when DB grabbed me by the waist, turned me toward him and kissed me. He picked me up and carried me barefoot down the stairs outside to the cold, wet rain. He ran me into the middle of the street and kissed me, that good (really good) kind of kiss. Think The Notebook, or Gone With the Wind-style. A grab-your-face-and-tear-your-shirt kind of kiss. And he stood there with me in his arms barefoot as we both got drenched and he kissed me like it was his very last kiss. It was at that second that knew that I was having my very own Most Romantic Moment Ever, and I couldn’t wait to share it with my friends. I felt giddy for the rest of the night.

A couple of weeks ago, DB and I were talking about when we first started dating. I brought up this moment, this moment that girls fantasize about and laugh about and gossip about, and told him for the first time that I thought that moment was the Most Romantic Moment of My Life.

He didn’t remember it. AT ALL. Seriously, he had no recollection. I’m not even kidding.

Gotta love the difference between men and women, for if I had brought up the first time I did a striptease for him, you bet your ass he’d remember every move.

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