Tag: katie barry

I drive in New York City like everyone is trying to kill me, scanning the road "Mission- Impossible" style. It has this illusion of fearlessness when really, fear is my mental fuel.

By Katie Barry Trapped in the Manhattan snow globe, I frolicked for hours: sledding, dancing, crashing a friend's bachelor party, and winning

By Katie Barry Clinging to the obliques of an Italian man zig-zagging around the Tuscan countryside, I knew that one day it would be mine: a Vespa. My history with wheels

Five years ago, I joined a softball team called the Consenting Adults. They were in their 23rd year of existence, with colorful characters who were writers, psychologists, teachers, and gifted softball players. They gave me

By Katie Barry I'm called crazy a lot. Usually for costume choices or competing in bizarre contests. But my friend Eddie Spaghetti dubbed this "passionate crazy," not "crazy-crazy" which is far freakier than my imagination can ever go. I was tossing a football around on a Saturday afternoon on a ...

By Katie Barry The New-York Historical Society is ready for their summer of bubbly love with the launch of "Beer Here: Brewing New York's History." It's an off-beat but eye-opening exhibit highlighting the rich unknown history beer has had in New York when they boasted over 200 breweries during the ...

By Katie Barry Before my sister and I found our new Upper West Side apartment, we knew we wanted to build the model home. It was only fitting that we throw an “Arrested Development” themed housewarming affair. I've jumped around in the past year and a half, finding myself living ...

By Katie Barry In the wee hours of the morning, the bike pilgrimage home can be a little daunting from my bar job in Chelsea to the Upper West Side. But on my three-speed red Huffy built more like a Lincoln Continental than a zippy fixed-gear bike, I delight in ...

By Katie Barry While cabbing it from Chelsea to the Upper West Side last week, I found a 24 year-old New Jersey lady's drivers license in the cab. My friend Ken's first response was, "What? You can't return it. My Nigerian prince needs it." We had a good laugh or ...

Conan O'Brien is one jolly-ginger giant, and one of the funniest/tallest men I've ever loved. I've admired his quirky late-night show from Triumph the Insult Dog Comic to the masturbating bear, and with other like-minded folks, wept for his woes at NBC. On Friday I was in the vortex of ...

By Katie Barry Five years ago, I joined a softball team called the Consenting Adults. They were in their 23rd year of existence, with colorful characters who were writers, psychologists, teachers, and gifted softball players. They gave me a much deeper understanding as to what it means to strike out ...

By Katie Barry There’s a mannequin from the waist up sitting in my room, wearing an Obama mask, a bright purple wig, and a gaudy orange beach hat with a half-marathon medal and old school Polaroid camera dangling from the neck. Where did I get all this stuff and why ...