Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 4:27:20 GMT
 name Alessia Grace Alvaro ________________________________________ Her Twitter headline may read “#NewYork #LA. Local celebrity. Past performances include a minor role on Cash Cab and a front row appearance at the Jerry Springer show.” But Alessia Alvaro is so much more than that. We first spotted her court side at the Nets game, when she was dating then boyfriend Kris Humphries just after his split from she who shall not be named. Since, we’ve seen her almost everywhere. Well, if you count here and there on Bravo, all over Instagram, and never a step too far from the stadium. Who is she? What does she even do? You’re about to find out.  how long were you a bottle girl for? what got you interested in it? I was a bottle girl for years! It was the time of my life. The perks were enough for me. Every color and style Herve Leger, unlimited Ciroc, a flexible schedule, “working” while you’re out - it was the best job any seventeen year old could have asked for. The money was the biggest perk though, flat $1,500 per night just to show up, tips all yours. There were nights I’d walk out with $10,000 - though some of that came as bribes for after hour affairs. I can’t remember what got me interested other than that, but I stayed interested once I started meeting people I’d needed to meet. And look at me now. have you always lived in new york? have you ever seen yourself living elsewhere? No, not always. I’ve been all over the place. I was born in Austin, which is every bit as bad as it sounds. To make matters worst, it was a one bedroom with zero air conditioning, ground level. That only lasted ’til I was around eight, and we were off to Chicago. The difference there was that we weren’t all the way out in bumfuck state land, and we had Central Air, even got a pull out couch, so the living room doubled as the second bedroom. Between Austin and Chicago, I saw myself living elsewhere. Anywhere other than there I swore would be better, so when I promised myself to get out at seventeen, I considered New York. But even that felt too close for comfort then, so I decided on LA. The almost perfect weather was nice, and I didn’t mind the people so much, until it came to coffee, and picking up dry cleaning, or making what should be a two second return. Do you have any idea how slow they move? I just couldn’t. And New York felt better then. I’d been working at this club that was opening in New York, so I got lucky and transferred out there. I hated it at first, I went from too slow to too fast and couldn’t find the balance in between. I couldn’t afford anything I wanted to do, I couldn’t afford the apartment I wanted to live in, it was literally miserable. But then I gave in, and I let New York win. Now I can’t see myself anywhere else. what inspires your everyday life? Lets go back to that moment where I let New York win. It became less about what I couldn’t do and more about what I could do. Not to go all cliche on you, and tell you that whatever you want, you can have - but in so many ways you can here. You get up every morning, and not hustling isn’t an option. So you do. I went from a one bedroom apartment in Queens to my dream apartment in NoLita because one person led to another who led me to this who led me to that. There’s also the doing it for yourself factor. I didn’t have the trust fund the babe downstairs did, or the Harvard diploma backing me up. Yet here we are, neighbors. In short, being better. if you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? I’m not much of a foodie, which doesn’t make much sense living here, since there’s amazing food left and right. But it’s really easy for me, sticky white rice - from the frozen food aisle, microwaved for five minutes, lots of soy sauce. where do you see yourself in ten years? professionally and personally? Not to go all 12 step program on you, because I don’t find it to be a good thing, but I take things one day at a time - to a fault. Family doesn’t really matter, friends, boyfriends, none of its ever been long term for me, neither has any idea I’ve ever had for myself. So ten years, roughly thirty something thousand days from now? I couldn’t begin to tell you.  what do you love most about former boyfriend, dane blackwell? Him being 6'7, him being well-endowed, and that is literally all. describe yourself in 5 words You’re practically begging for narcism there. Let’s start with that, narcissistic, a tad bit manipulative, moody, OCD, and apathetic, why not? what are three things you couldn't live without Vaseline, sun tea, and Ani. where would we find you on the weekend, or on your day off? I'm off 99% of the week- so it depends. My mornings don't change, I go to the bodega, get what I need for the day. Come home, get in some morning yoga. By the time I finish there I've usually got an invitation somewhere for lunch, so I get ready and go. Make it to soul cycle afterward, go home, shower again. Sometimes nap with Ani, wake up to more invitations, dinner and drinks, the club. This also depends a lot on the season, during basketball it's Barclay's and 40/40, always. I get bored, I fly to LA. what have you been listening to recently? Drake, Future, Calvin Harris, summer ready. who is your #1 role model, dead or alive? I've yet to find them.    It’s the most offensive question, and the one I know gets tossed around most. Where’d she come from? A mom and a dad, just like everyone else. If they really wanted to know, they could find out find out within a few clicks. Thing is that’s not what they mean, and if it was, they wouldn’t know where to begin. They want to know how I scored Dane Blackwell, how I landed air time on E!, why I have court side seats. Luckily, I didn’t come from somebody’s, I came from two nobodies. I’ve never mentioned my mom’s name, not even mumbled my dads. I’ve had best friends and boyfriends who couldn’t tell you - that’s something only I can. I don’t remember any good growing up. I remember a lot of fighting. A lot of dishes broken, tables turned, holes in walls - and those were the smallest of fights. Then there were the black eyes, my mom with a razor in the bathroom, police breaking down the door. My happiest memory? My dad in jail on Easter, knowing that when we got to see him, there’d be a thick sheet of glass separating him and my mom, and a guard ready to take him away before an argument could even begin. It doesn’t matter though because since I didn’t know what good was, I didn’t know that it was bad. I didn’t realize that your mom was supposed to tuck you in, and it didn’t work the other way around. Or that you weren’t supposed to forgive someone who was the reason behind the twelve stitches in your chin. That’s what I thought love was, and to an extent, do. Unconditional, unconventional. To want something so bad, and only walk away just to make the making up that much better, it was twisted, but if it wasn’t love, it was pure insanity. I love them, but I don’t like them, and I could well go the rest of my life without speaking to them, seeing them, or hearing about how it’s “really working out” now. And I know that they love me, but I’d be lying if I said I thought they’d done right by me. After one of those fights, I heard my mom telling her sister she should have given me up - and she should. I think had she known better, she would have. If she gave me anything, or taught me anything, it was not to be naive like her. So when I was sixteen, in the bathroom stall at school, looking at the sixth pregnancy test reading positive, I knew what to do. I walked right out, never looked back, stayed inside for eight and a half months, had him, and handed him right to the family the social worked had helped me choose. I could handle a lot, but that was bad. When I’d met with the family it was something I felt good about, and didn’t second guess it throughout the entire pregnancy. But the second he was here, I didn’t want to imagine my life without him. I had ideas about keeping him, a million different scenarios in my head, about how I could maybe make it better for him, and give him a life he deserved, but the gut feeling was that I couldn’t, and it would be history repeating itself once more. The Appleby’s sent me pictures of him the following few months, even invited me to their home to see him, but I knew I had to go back to life before him - erase the memory and rid the feelings entirely or the rest of my life would be impossible. So I did. ________________________________________ your name lexa |