Tag: North Shore

The Princess Who Drank Too Much

  My older sister has had a long history with alcholism. I tried to help her with her problem but I simply couldn’t get through to her. She denied her problem and I continued in my late teens driving her to several bars the night after a major binge because she was so drunk the night before she didn’t remember where she left her car. At least she somehow got home safely and didn’t get behind the wheel. 

 
     It was only a matter of time before her luck would run out and it did.

      I owned a clothing boutigue in Roslyn and it grossed over a million dollars in sales the first year I opened the store at the young age of 23. Since my store was so successful my older sister left her teaching job and joined my staff. I was against the whole idea but had no choice since my mom was the president of my corporation. 

     It started out fine for the first few weeks. Then I noticed my sister was slurring her words when she spoke to customers every now and then.  The problem esculated and my manager Jody who worked with my sister on my days off and she told me that my sister was getting too out of control and the customers were starting to notice.

      One rainy night jody offered to drive my sister home because she was extemely drunk and could barely walk. Of course my sister told her she was fine and to mind her own business. 

       On the 2 mile ride to our house her car skidded and she hit a telephone pole. Me being newly married got the call from my frantic parents who told me to meet them at the hospital. The first things I saw when I found my sister’s room was that she had a bloody lip and to my horror was hancuffed to the hospital bed. My sister motioned me to come to her and whispered to me to take her handbag out of the room. 

    As I passed my father who was crying to the police officers who happened to know my family because our house alarm that was connected to the police station was always going off. He was begging them not to take her to jail that night after the plastic surgeon treated her lip. 

     My mom most of noticed how I was trying to pass the police holding my sister’s large handbag and she quickly joined me when I managed to sneak it out of the room. She followed me to the ladies room and we found in her bag a half full bottle of vodka which we opened and poured the rest down the drain. Then we saw a large trash can and tried to bury the huge bottle under hundreds of paper towels we pulled from the dispenser. 

      I felt like I was aiding a felon but family love was always unconditional in my life and me and my mom just had to take care of my sister even if meant hiding the evidence. 

       My father managed to save my sister from going to jail that night and took her home .  She had to appear in court a few days later and since it was her first offense they pleaded her case down to driving while impaired.

         I on the otherhand was so traumatized by the experience from that night on if I have more than obe drink I will not get behind the wheel. 

    Unfortunately my sister didn’t learn from that night and got 2 more DWI’s s and even lost her teaching license. 

     Do not drink and drive!!!!!!!!!! 
 

       

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Take A Gamble On Love

Love finds you when you least expect it.

    I went on a last minute vacation to the trendy El San Juan Hotel in Puerto Rico with my parents. I had just moved back to there home in Roslyn on the North Shore of Long Island after I left my first husband after 14 months of newlywed hell.

     I was barely 26 years old when my divorce was final and was suddenly single for the first time in my life since I was seventeen. Even though my parents were happy the marriage was over because they never liked the guy, I could tell they were not too thrilled to have their “little princess” back living in their house. 

     They had a plan, take me away to Puerto Rico, a week after I moved back home, and hopefully I would meet someone. Really? Was that even possible? My mom who claimed to have phychic abilities must have received a sign! Lol! 

     The first night in Puerto Rico my parents went to bed and left me alone at a blackjack table with a couple of black chips each worh a hundred dollars. I remember getting strange looks from the other players who eyed my black chips probably thinking why I was sitting at a blackjack table with a ten dollar minimum bet. 

    I looked totally clueless and I guess I was because it was a few years since I played blackjack. The basic rules like don’t hit on 17 etc I remembered and It wasn’t until a few vodka shots and about five hands later I noticed a really cute dark haired guy smiling at me across the table.

      Then I suddenly remember getting dealt really bad cards and not quite knowing whether to take a hit or not, this cute stranger was trying to offer his advice. Then the person playing next to me got up and the cute guy got up and sat next to me. 

     So we played blackjack and flirted through every hand. I found out his name was “David” who happened to be a lawyer and lived in a condo in NYC. 

       We took the elevator to my floor located on the penthouse and he was impressed. I informed him My parents were seasoned gamblers and were treated like royalty at this hotel. We had a few cocktails at the private bar on my hotel floor. He kissed me and it felt so right.

   At about three in the morning I went back to my hotel room and my mom was furious at me for coming in so late.  I told her mom “I met a cute 31yr old lawyer from NYC.”  She suddenly calmed down and smiled.  Maybe my mom is really phychic ????? 

  
      I moved into David’s penthouse condo six months later and was engaged to him within a year I was living like Carrie Bradshaw having sex in the city without the drama. 

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    Yes I still have the same Dior tee 

        

 

     

The Other Princess

Once upon a time I when I was a undergraduate I met a guy who was a few years older than me that was different from the usual guys who picked me up. He was cocky bold and had very confident. 

     He told me he was from the South Shore of Long Island and I instantly told him that I was from the North Shore and I don’t date anyone from the “other” shore. I was trying to show him I was just as self confident as he came across.

       Well I broke my own rule and went out with this guy because he was different and oddly too sure of himself. 

       The chemistry was electricfying and after one kiss I was falling in love. I knew he felt the same way because we couldn’t stay away from eachother. He would meet me after my night classes and we would end up having a few drinks in a local bar and makeout in public not caring if anyone was watching us. We were in our own little world.  

 
   It seemed like a fairytale. He often told me he remembered the exact outfit I was wearing , which was tight brown leather pants, the first time he saw me in the library. No other guy I ever went out with before him ever mentioned such details about myself. I was flattered and impressed. 

Something about him however made me a little uncomfortable. I seemed to tell him almost everything about myself yet he was guarded and a little too mysterious whenever I asked him certain things about his life. 

      Then the bombshell fell, a friend of mine from the same town as him told me he saw in a local newspaper his engagement announcement . 

       I thought a thousand knives stabbed me in the chest when I found out how I was used and deceived. 

        I was suddenly I was the “other woman”  and emotionally crushed. I wanted revenge and nothing would stop me………. To be continued 

 

Nobody Listened……

A few years after I experienced the tragic loss when a ex-boyfriend committed suicide, my brother confided in me that his close friend was telling everyone he was planning his own suicide.
This boy just recently watched his parents marriage end in a bitter divorce.  He lived just down the street from my house. I didn’t know him very well because he just recently moved to my north shore neighborhood, He always appeared to be happy and carefree whenever he came over our house. Now I was wondering after my brother told me his friend’s plan, what this 18 year old good looking only child was hiding underneath his smile.
I remember he had a bright blue expensive sports car and a cute girlfriend with long curly red hair, who worked in a children’s boutique just a few feet away from the store I worked in. He also picked her up after work in his beloved car.
Shortly after my brother told me that his friend was telling everyone he was going to commit suicide, his girlfriend became concerned and came to talk to me. She knew a little about my ordeal with Jeff’s suicide. She had to know by this point something was wrong with her boyfriend’s behavior. She told me she didn’t think her boyfriend was serious about taking his life and was just trying to get attention.
I totally lost it at that point and screamed at her “You have to get in touch with his parents right now!!!!”
She told me they were away in Florida. I had a flashback at this point. I remembered that Jeff’s father and his new wife were on a Princess Cruise somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean when they got the news of Jeff’s suicide. I had a really bad feeling about this boy. Planning a suicide takes careful planning. Like Jeff he planned on taking his life when one of his parents were away.
I was so angry that she was taking this so lightly or was she not telling me the whole story because she was too afraid to deal with this serious situation.
I then said to her, “Get me their phone number I will call them if you don’t.”
She never gave me the phone number that day. Nobody knew at the time it was less than 24 hours before this boy planned to take his life.
That Friday night this boy threw a farewell party for himself, but nobody took the theme of this party seriously.
I was on a date that Friday night and on my way home I noticed the whole block was filled with police cars and Flashing red lights. So many flashing red lights. I will never forget those lights.
I made my way into my house and my brother was sobbing in the kitchen. “He did it, He did it.” My brother totally was in shock.
After the farewell party broke up about midnight. This boy got into his favorite blue sports car and turned the motor on inside his closed garage.
Two hours after he said goodbye to his “friends,” he was now dead.
If anyone you know is talking about suicide and even if they seem to be joking about it, TAKE IT SERIOUSLY!!!!!
Call 911 at once don’t wait. This life could have been saved if they only listened!!!!!!!!!

Caution!!! Danger Ahead !!!

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That’s photo is me when I decided to go blonde. Thats when my life drastically changed forever. Before 18 I had medium mousey brown hair and really never stood out in a crowded dark NYC club. I used to envy the girls with blonde hair who seemed to be noticed always before me by the really cute guys every time I went out on the town. Even my best friend at the time was a gorgeous blonde named Lisa, whose boyfriends in H.S included the captain of the football team and “Richie” who was so hot I sweated everyday when he played the drums in the percussion section right behind me when I played the violin in H.S orchestra.
I just assumed with my teenage naive rational thinking that blondes like the cliche, “Really do have more fun.”
Right after I started college I lost 20 pounds of baby fat, started to exercise like crazy, landed my first job in a very obnoxious boutique and dyed my hair blonde.
Oh yeah and landed my first serious “hot” boyfriend.