CAVANAUGH, Felicity A.

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FELICITY ANNE CAVANAUGH
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NICKNAME: Fliss, Cavanaugh
BIRTHDAY: May 2, 1990 (Twenty-Three)
HOMETOWN: Atherton, California
RESIDENCE: Malibu, California
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Kind of single


HIGH SCHOOL: Sacred Heart Preparatory
CUMULATIVE GPA: 3.74
FAVORITE CLASS: Theatre
COLLEGE/MAJOR: Parsons/Interior Design (BFA)


CURRENT POSITION: Interior Design Assistant
FOR HOW LONG: 1 year

LIKES- Jasmine, blue cheese, tea cakes, Egypt, gingersnaps, Christmas, Yosemite, spas, live music, lipstick, advil, espresso shots, 20's, jewish things, Serge Lutens perfume, tennis, weddings, Barbara Berry, freckles, burlesque, fortune telling, Frances Adler Elkins, Bastille, casinos, beaches, decorating, martinis, things in threes, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Dodgers

DISLIKES- Gaudiness, bad humor, the zoo, subway, rabbits, prudes, people near death, metal music, politics, crime shows, heel blisters, sloppy drunks, blonde jokes, Lorde


I'M CLOSEST TO Gigi or Elias
MY CHILDHOOD DREAM WAS TO BE a flight attendant
GROWING UP WAS memorable and a breeze
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER Cancún, 2011

THE TYPES OF PLACES YOU MIGHT FIND ME AT: Luxury boutiques, restoration shops, smoothie parlors, beaches, museums, old theaters, style street posing, live concerts, airports

CHARACTERISTICS I TEND TO VALUE IN PEOPLE: Easygoing, a little selfish, an intrepid spirit

THE MOST DISORGANIZED PART OF MY LIFE IS: Everything

I NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE APPEAL OF: Sleeping in all the time

WHAT’S YOUR TYPICAL DAY LIKE?

Gym, apple sauce then espresso in the a.m. and then i'm off to the firm or to meet up with Greggy and his clients. Full breakfast, optional, depending on my day. Lunch, I eat almost anything in sight. I'm a total porker then. I probably switch outfits about three times during the work day, because I do love threes. And my mood changes so often, I just have to you know? I always fit in shopping somewhere, because I can never stop needing things, or I just remember important things last minute etc. etc. The bar used to be consistent until I realized alcoholism runs in the family, so, like, I switch it up to every other day. Or like, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sat/Sun. And occasional Thursdays.. Catch up on t.v. shows, vacuum, and order in if I haven't eaten already. Sleep is whatever. I'll do it when i'm dead. Next day, 85% chance of a repeat!

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU DO DIFFERENTLY THAN MOST PEOPLE?

I don't really freak out right away if something of mine is stolen.

WHAT MAKES YOU DOUBT OR MISTRUST A PERSON?

When they say they'll do something, but they never do. All the time. Like obvious pretend forgetting, such assholes.

WHAT HAS BEEN A DIFFICULT EXPERIENCE IN YOUR LIFE?

Finding out that Gigi might not live much longer.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IN LIFE IF YOU DID NOT NEED TO WORK?

I actually don't need to work. Surprise, surprise. I don't really see design as a job though, it's more of a creative outlet. So I guess if I wasn't working or whatever, i'd still be doing the same things. Maybe for less money or for free.

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR UPCOMING GOALS AND PLANS?

Design Anna Wintour's home, but that's just a mere dream. For now. Goals, plans and such, meet the Dalai Lama, be spiritual for a week, then get over it, decorate my almost newborn nephew's baby room, learn to moonwalk like dear MJ, for the 100th time, attempt to watch one episode of Star Wars without wishing to pull the trigger (?), learn a new language, fly a plane, tear up and redesign the living room and kitchen, create my own drink, tweet and Instagram more, etc.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU TRIED SOMETHING SPONTANEOUS?

Yesterday. I jumped out of a plane, after waking up at 4 am and deciding I wanted a near death experience!

WHAT HAS BEEN A SIGNIFICANTLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?

Elias and I broke up again.

DO YOU TEND TO LISTEN TO YOUR HEART OR YOUR BRAIN?

Heart, it's so, so bad.

WHAT ULTIMATELY KEEPS YOU MOTIVATED?

Knowing there is always so much more to explore in this life.

GROCERY/ERRAND STICKIES Beggin' Strips for Pookie Red Velvet cake mix Brazilian, 2 pm Dry cleaning pick up Record store splurge

LAST GIFTS GIVEN/RECEIVED Metallic jacquard jacket, by Balmain Chloé cuff La Perla goodies Jo Malone perfume Vagisil, thanks to shit-dick Colin

FATHER: Barron Cavanaugh
MOTHER: Genevieve "Gigi" Cavanaugh
SIBLINGS: Colin and Carissa Cavanaugh
EXTENDED: n/a
OTHER: Pookie, male Doberman Pinscher
Balmain "Bali", female Abyssinian kitten


HISTORY:

I was born to Barron H. Cavanaugh and Genevieve A. Cavanaugh (nee Adler), three months after their first wedding anniversary, at Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City, California. Apparently I was a very small baby, and it made my parents quite afraid and all that, so I spent the first month after my birth in the hospital. Once I was taken home, I was constantly doted upon, and I don't think i've ever stopped being doted upon, not once in twenty-three years! I can completely understand the love though, I was a precious child. Much more attractive than my two elder siblings too might I add. It just made sense. Being the youngest had its advantages as i'm sure you can already predict, and I can say that i've always gotten everything i've ever asked for. Except that one year.. I asked for a penguin for my tenth birthday, but Daddy said they were protected species or something clearly stupid. A large stuffed one sadly had to suffice instead. Growing up was fairly flawless honestly, and I spent most of my time in our home in Atherton, California. My father spent most of my childhood on business trips around the globe or at his architect and engineering planning firm in San Francisco. And as a career-driven engineer and businessman, he often spent birthdays, sport events, plays and music or dance recitals underneath a mound of paperwork, somewhere else. I never took him as a bad man though, as he often did try and make up for his absences, so the thought was there I guess. But after a while just getting a check or a lovely weekly deposit into my bank account became love enough. My mother Gigi seemed to handle it a lot more gracefully than us kids though whenever we got the blues about dad not being around. She always held her head high, always the supportive wife, and it paid off whenever they did get time together or took a spontaneous weeks vacation, just the two of them.

My mother came from a wealthy family from the East Coast, who were either in the stock exchange business or other things, like legal, medical, banking.. basically anything that brought in lots of $$$. She was raised a Jew, so much so that she actually tried to preach to my father on their first date. My father was obviously much more interested in her rack, so clearly that went over his head. And seeing as how he was originally Atheist or was it Agnostic? Whatever he was, he corrupted her to a point where she became much more relaxed about it all. But of course that wasn't going to fly with the family, so he converted to Judaism in order to marry her. Which I can't decide is either completely precious or not. Not that it really mattered, since he's back to his old ways now, Gigi is nearly following, and holidays make for a literal World War III whenever the families all get together. I try to Instagram or video it the best I can though, especially when Grandpa Cavanaugh gets involved. World War vets are totally a riot. My father didn't come from extreme wealth, so I guess he's more new money. My grandparents were middle class citizens growing up, my grandmother a nurse and then eventual kindergarten school teacher, and my grandfather a World War vet, who opened up his own motorcycle repair shop. He's really into that stuff, and so is my father, and their bonding used to be to drive around in their Harley's and other antique cars and act like they were something special. My grandparents on my father's side have a fairly antagonistic relationship 75% of the time, which honestly just makes me love them more, because they never pretend. They always make an entrance and always leave people with the knowledge that marriage is clearly not perfect. But they have their adorable moments too, and they have been married so long, and that's just precious and impressive in itself I think. And it makes me love the idea of marriage that much more.

Most people tend to ask me about my mother's side, as people are often shocked to find that i'm technically Jewish. My family on that side used to be nice when I was younger, and I could probably go into more detail of how good they were to us children back then, but i'm just so sick of all of them now, I just don't think they deserve the story time. Plus, I find it far more fun to drive them up a wall when they hear about my antics. And the fact that religion literally makes me nauseous to the point that I don't care for it much. It all makes for more exciting criticism and fights when I am forced to see them though.

Anyway, my family was very into all of us children getting a good education, so we spent years attending private schools. I loved and hated it. Just like the friendships I made there. I still have some till death friendships on lock, and those girls and boys I love with all my heart. No matter the drama we constantly face. Then there are the fake friendships, which are so annoying, but private schools are full of them, and I guess if you know how to use them well, they can be beneficial. I can say that my adventures at my primary school and Sacred Heart were never dull though, because as the spoiled rich and famous children we were, we rode on our high horses and tried to take over the world. Giving our parents migraines and heart attacks was the norm, and the thrill was just so much, I got caught up too many times. I became the problem child rather quick, and my parents feared that I couldn't tell right from wrong. But honestly, I just wanted to have fun. What is so wrong with that? My siblings think i'm just the idiot of the family, the dumb blonde who will sleep with any man who calls me pretty, who drinks until she blacks out, who will end up pregnant without knowing the father etc. but there is so much more to me than that. And like I don't have standards! But I can careless about their judgments, they'll find out in time how wrong they are. For now, it's just amusing enough to entertain their annoyances and hatred.

And now I feel like this is a good segue into some chit-chat about my two terrible siblings for a second.

Colin is thirty and I literally believe, that if he knew he could get away with it, he’d smother me in my sleep. Then wrap me in a used bath towel of his and throw me in any large and crazy current driven body of water! He’d disagree, but that’s only because most people would ask him on the spot, and he’d never want to be rude, or you know, give away his psychotic nature. But he’s hated me since birth, I swear it! Growing up always dealt with trying to avoid him, or be so into his life, that him boiling at the sight of me flirting with his friends, or dating them, would appease me like no other. He’s just so boring, all about education, politics, money, glory in his name etc. and walks around with a stick up his ass 24/7. There was a point in our lives where we actually called a truce though, recently actually, when we found out Gigi was diagnosed with breast cancer. We both love her dearly, the crazy matriarch, and she wished that we could put aside any of our differences for a while. I’d say we’ve done okay since then. I throw sharp objects at him a little less now, and he doesn’t try to be the guy in the shadows secretly causing my sudden life failures. Anyway, he’s a stock broker and lives in New York, like everyone else on my mother’s side. He was never very into the California lifestyle, so I guess he was always destined for the cold and damp. He got married last year to the most precious woman ever though, Charlotte, a sweet school teacher, and in a month the newest addition to the Cavanaugh family will be here. And knowing Charlotte, my new nephew is going to get to know me quite well. If anyone can calm Colin, it’s her.

Then there is, Carissa, who, like her hideous name, caresses everything. Like, as if anyone really wants to be squished to death by her DD’s. She’s twenty-eight and in her final year of medical school, and to be honest, it sickens me. She's like the epitome of the perfect person on the outside, got perfect grades through out school, skipped one grade, been to Africa and did her little charity thing, saved an old man from being hit in the crosswalk by an on coming car, had some relationship with a royal in Sweden, but was completely demure and secret about it all even when it failed, etc etc. I literally want to vomit whenever she shows up. People think she's always been so saint like, but that's because she's so good at hiding her bad behavior in the past. It's why I can't take a thing she says seriously, because she's such a hypocrite. At least i'm honest when I am. She spends a lot of her time in England, because that's where she's studying medicine, at like Oxford or something. So I hardly see her, except on holidays when she decides to show up. She normally has some excuse, and it's always some vomit worthy "good deed," when i'm sure she's shacking up with some married man somewhere like she did when she was eighteen. As a child, she wasn't so bad most of the time though, and she really took sisterly bonding seriously, to the point that we got on pretty well for a while. And then once she hit high school, things changed, and we both started judging each other. Harshly I might add. A few times I burned things of hers, and she'd whine to Gigi or Daddy, and other times she'd rat me out and yeah, i'm sure you get it. We went from petty to worse, especially after my twenty-third birthday this year. Some days I do really miss the close bond we had, but I don't know if it will ever be truly mended, or even if it's worth it now.

And now, back to me.

After all my troubles as a teenager, things only got worse when I turned sixteen. It was then that I met, Elias Lahiri. That boy is both my biggest regret, yet who still, somehow, holds my heart. No matter how many times he stomps on it. Our relationship has always been fucked, but I can't help but say it's what makes it exciting for me. I'm a sucker for a little drama, and he helps cause the worst kind. He's not physically abusive or anything ridiculous like that, i'm not a complete idiot. But he's verbally crazy, especially when he drinks, and he kind of makes me think of my uncle Edgar.. who is probably the worst alcoholic out of our family. Anyway, he kind of got me addicted to the world of drinking, not that I wasn't before I met him, but it just got progressively worse as our relationship continued to be a tumultuous one. Half the time I don't even remember the shit we got into, the trouble we caused, or that he made me do under his little spell. He'd say I was the manipulative one, as usual, but really, he just can't handle when i'm honest with him. He's also horrible at the whole commitment thing. Surprise, surprise. Sure, I may have fucked around a few times, but that was only payback and to make a point! Especially when he did it first. He can't think i'm going to sit back and let him walk all over me. I mean, I have feelings too. And my heart breaks.. Basically he followed me to college, despite the warnings my father half-heartedly gave when he was up to being a real father at the time. But that didn't do anything, as I know what I want and he ended up living with me through my first year at Parsons.

Year two was too much of a mess to even deal with, so we'll just skip that. But my last two years he started traveling and being an artist, as he put it, as if he thinks i'm really that stupid. I mean, he's really good at painting, and clearly my creative side can appreciate that. But when we went to visit some of his family in Amsterdam for Christmas my junior year, he started on a rant about my Jewish roots, and other unnecessary private things, and let's just say, his family thinks i've ruined him. Or he me, I don't even know anymore. We're both each other's worsts, but we somehow stick together in the end. My last year at Parsons though became my priority, and things got even worse for us when I found out he had slept with a friend of mine. I shouldn't have been surprised, but apart of me was considering he had asked me to marry him a week before. So any potential engagement was clearly off, and so were we. I spent that year instead dealing with the fact that my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, and the fact that it may have progressed much farther than originally thought. I can't even explain how emotional that year was, with everything, and then that. Gigi and I have always been close, and despite the stress I caused her growing up, she always told me that I was her favorite. Her angel. I love that woman with everything I have, and it hurts everyday to know she might not be with us for much longer. Somehow though, I found focus and began building my interior design portfolio more and making myself known, even though I got some help from the connections my family or close friends had. I moved back to California after graduation, clearly needing a break from the New York lifestyle I was living, and settled in Los Angeles. I know, not much better. But what can I say, I love it here. And decorating and creating new spaces, playing with angles, lights, darks, textures and moods, it excites me. I could spend hours upon hours, sketching and creating things from imagination or simply from observing a person. I'm a particularly good saleswoman too, so it isn't hard for me to get people to trust that i'll do a good job. And that was how I got my two of my former jobs, and my newest one, last year. Gregory is by far the sweetest and most polished man i've ever met in this business, and I adore working with him. His mentoring skills are top notch too, and we also spend lots of time with he and his husband, out at the nicest clubs, restaurants and parties, just furthering my desire to be apart of this glam lifestyle forever.

So basically, that's what i've been doing lately. Working, working, working my little behind off. That's not to say I don't make time for everything else though. I'm twenty-three! You'll usually also catch me anywhere where I can dance or attempt to be cute and mix music, or drink to my hearts content, while sweating to death next to other crazed music fans. Sometimes I get all dressed up for exclusive events, or i'll just be simple and be buying fabrics or new records, or lingering at Pinkberry. I'm an adventurous girl at heart, and that means vacations are always a must too. I'm making it a goal of mine to be a world-traveler someday. And friends are also equally as important to me. I'm not one who does good alone, honestly. But i'm also picky of who I can stand to be around. I can't say Elias is completely out of my life either, though i'd like to say that our unhealthy relationship isn't a huge part of my life at the moment... But who really knows what the future holds.

NAME: Eliza
PLAY-BY: Lera
CITY: Los Angeles
LISTENING TO: Awolnation - Sail

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