Quote Of The Year

"I'm tired of pretending that I'm not a total freaking rockstar." - Charlie Sheen on Today Show

...if I had a nickel for every time I thought this over the course of day.

After a crazy month of renting five apartments (and another still pending) it was time to put on a clean dress and have some fun -- in style, at the New York Junior League.

When one first joins the League, you spend your first three months or so as a provisional, in a group with about 20 other women, learning about the League and how it works. My fantastic provisional leader, Suzanne, was honored this year by the entire New York Junior League as one of about eight outstanding volunteers. This is no small accomplishment. You have to chair committees, raise funds and basically be an ambassador for the League, which Suzanne does with flying colors.

She really is a class act in every way, and so her nearest and dearest threw her a huge party at the Astor House on 80th Street last night. Good vibes all around, not to mention plenty of champagne.

Pre-game shots. TR thought my dress looked like a Rorschach test. What does he know?


With my favorite fella


With Cassie, my other Provisional leader from 2007


Cassie et Louisa. Louisa and I chaired a committee together a few years back.


Belle of the Ball. Suzanne beamed all night.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

The Spring Auction for the New York Junior League is coming this April 27th. Please make a note of it.

The guy in this video lives in my building. I talk to him almost every day.

Who says Murray Hill is boring?

Larry Flynt's Hustler Club New York - Watch the TV Commercial

, originally uploaded by La Pauline.

, originally uploaded by La Pauline.

Some gals marry for money. Smart gals marry for health insurance.

Two Peas In A Pod

Two Peas In A Pod, originally uploaded by La Pauline.

The young Jedi learns the ways of Angry Birds.

Available Again! Full Floor Of Murray Hill Brownstone!

Look what washed up on shore yesterday -- this little number from last year. It seems the woman I rented it to is moving out early.

To refresh your memories: It's the full floor, parlor level, of a brownstone on 37th Street and Park in Historic Murray Hill. Just over 1300 square feet. Soaring ceilings, two working fireplaces and a home office. Laundry in the building. Full specs here.

...And This Phases No One?

My friend Jason takes the best photos of subway randomness. He shot this one last night.

I love how non-plussed everyone in the car looks. After all, it's just another heroin addicted passed out on the N train.

I have a new piece today on The Huffington Post. More of my economic theories based on the rental market.

Is A Warming Rental Market A Sign Of A Better Economy?

Valentine's Day Grandparent's Special!

Andre has a new membership to Appleseeds, an indoor playground in Chelsea. It's perfect for an energetic roustabout just like him. There's lots to do and climb on.

I took a few photos this weekend. Andre has many Valentines. This should appease them all.

It's been busy over here on Planet Pauline with rentals and all things real estate.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, my most favorite holiday. Here is a musical selection for the evening.

, originally uploaded by La Pauline.

A Clean Joke For Superbowl Sunday

A man had 50 yard line tickets for the Super Bowl.
As he sat down, he noticed that the seat next to him was empty.
He asked the man on the other side of the empty seat whether anyone was sitting there.
"No," the man replied, "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible," said the first man.
"Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Super Bowl, the biggest sporting event in the world and not use it?"
The second man replied, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away.
This will be the first Super bowl we haven’t been together since we got married in 1967."
Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. That’s terrible. But couldn’t you find someone else — a "friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?"
The man shook his head. "No, they’re all at the funeral."