Tuesday, August 27, 2013

My Date Sunday

I had a date on Sunday with a wonderful man. We'll call him, WG for Wonderful Guy.

The WG came over to my place Sunday morning and RE-BUILT my Bike that i have so long for and missed!!!

It was very appealing watching him get out his tool box and build it for me. and sweat over me.  Very cute indeed.


Then we went for a bike ride over to his house. He lives in a big group house with a huge deck and garden.  He showed me some starter plants and the compost he built last week. He wanted to kiss me right then and there but he didn't cuz i wasn't gonna let him yet.

Then we went to a coffee shop.

Then we rode our bikes to Rock Creek Park and we sat by the creek and he surprised me by pulling a picnic our of his backpack!!!

Baguette, Italian sopressata salami (the fat in it tasted like butter; it was amazing), Blue cheese, figs, smoked salmon and dark chocolate!

Then, finally we went to Meridian Hill Park to see the infamous Drum circle that gathers every Sunday afternoon and has for 50 years!

We were quite PDA-ish and ridiculous and it makes me wonder and/or worry i may actually really want to give more attention than is usually given to men to the WG.





My Makeout Saturday

I madeout with the Hot Canadian Man Whore (HCMW). It was wrong of me but i couldn't help myself. Like a monkey in a cage with bananas.

This was after I had attended a rooftop pool party.











My Date Friday

My Friday Date consisted of amazing imbibing at PX Lounge.

PX Lounge in Alexandria, VA features modern mixology with a classic speakeasy feel.





Crispy, succulent Fish'n'Chip fare at Eamonn's Chippery!





This was our Cab ride into DC from Alexandria

And finally we ended the night dancing to WHITE FORD BRONCO at Town Tavern. Awesome 90s cover band!!!  Can you say mash-up of "All for you" and "Run-around"?!

We also danced and made-out sporadically to:
I touch myself
Let's give them something to talk about
Genie in a bottle
Get what you give

It was rather marvelous.



Yoga for Dates

Last Tuesday I went to yoga, then I went to one of my favorite hood bars. Then i got asked out on a date.
Last Thursday I went to yoga, then I went to one of my favorite hood bars. Then i got asked out on a date.

I had no makeup on either time and may have been sweaty smelling. 

I guess yoga gives me a crazy-blissed out face which the opposite sex likes. Also, my theory i am probably happier, not stressed, and more open to my outside surroundings after my practice. 

It's all about yoga and beer i guess. 

There is nothing NOT amazeballs about all that is happening here.  Slackline, beer, rad pants.... sunshine, trees... Girl.  You're doing life right.

Back to Yoga

I've been getting back into yoga lately and it is once again giving me anything i was missing. I'm going about three times a week. like running, yoga is a challenge and when i'm done i'm drunk off endorphins. but the one thing that yoga has that running does not is Savasana. and that is a divine cool down of a thing to have after such a zen performance.

Lavender fields on the Valensole Plateau, Provence France. by Brian Jannsen

Quotes

Side plank

I will do this... of course I should do it on dry land first





Thursday, August 22, 2013

IT IS SWELL.

I love my neighborhood.

my new yoga studio is fab. i have had two classes and i liked both teachers who taught. I'm getting my Ommm on - even if my arms, legs, and ass hurts!!! i feel like Stretch Armstrong. I guess my running doesn't really stretch me out, it just enables me to eat whatever the fuck I want and not get fat. But Yoga is amazing!!! Every time i leave a class i feel great, not only in my body, but my mind & soul (as cliche as that is) as well.

This week i got a free cupcake from the local convenient store (who is hosting a block party in my hood this Saturday) and two free shots and a beer from my corner bar because i have befriended the hawt ginge bartender, G.

I LOVE MY NEIGHBORHOOD.

people are genuinely friendly in D.C.

I HAVE ALSO BEEN ASKED OUT ON TWO DATES IN ONE WEEK.

one on Friday and one on Sunday!!!

\AS SOON AS I BEGAN NOT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX, THEY NOTICED ME.

On Friday I am going with the Lawyer to Eamon's Chippery, PX Lounge and then to a 90s cover band.

On Sunday I am hanging out with the sexy frenchie - we are going to re-build my bike , observe the epic sounding Meridian hill park drum circle and a BBQ party.

In Conclusion...
TONIGHT AT THE BAR THERE WAS AN IMPROMPTU MARCHING BAND performance.
that is all that needs to be said.




27 Everyday Decisions That Twentysomethings Are Really Bad At Making

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Advice to All the Single Ladies. ~ Marilyn J. Owen

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/08/advice-to-all-the-single-ladies-marilyn-j-owen/


I LOVED this article. It reminds you that you have all you need within you to become a better person. Be your own Best Friend. And remember how strong and beautiful you are!!!

It also reminds me of the time I finally learned the concept of doing it for myself, by myself. I was dating the IMOM (International man of mystery) at the time and I invented a whole story in which he brought me to London (where he had a flat) and we discovered the city together. And then I met his parents. And everything would be marvelous.

Not surprisingly, the IMOM turned out to be a jackass and I decided that March to go to London on my own with a girlfriend. I - alone - made the decision to live out that fantasy without the dependency on the jackass. I got to see all of London and had a great time! The whole thing taught me that my dreams can be done by myself and no one else controls them.

HUZZAH.



London, England. One of my favourite places in the world and somewhere I hope I hope to live one day. - London was a great place to visit. We loved every minute of our time with Sharon & Andy while seeing such interesting sights.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

They never learn.

The RPJ (rogue photo journalist) has finally given me the official boot; even if unknowingly (which my ego wants to believe). that hot ass man decided to invite 250 people via Facebook to a lecture he is giving next week. i was not among the invitees. 26 women are "going" - 26 hot washington d.c. ladies that don't include yours truly.

He is 45; almost more than half my age.

YET i had the hots for him?!

What can i say, i always liked older men. BUT i've recently learned that they are a waste of my young time. Trying to seek younger. 5+ older. You  know, the normmmmmmmmmmmmm. ?????

lies.

everyone likes a sexy older man who can converse on many different subjects all the while seducing you;

or maybe that's just me.



lawyer

i met a D.C. lawyer and he is taking me out on Friday night to Alexandria and we are having fish n chips and then going to a fancy speakeasy/cocktail bar.

he is trying to impress me, but i can't imagine why.




Old Fashioned

He knows.

I was a bridesmaid dressed in marigold yellow on Friday. there was a man who thought he was John Mayer,  man i've known since my undergrad.  He was always soooo sexy, but always had a girlfriend; so unfortunate.

On Saturday i went to his show at the local bar. i saw him sing the covers. he is a sexy man on the stage, like that character - Charlie? (Timothy Roth?) -  from the movie, "Beautiful Girls" - He knows how to play a song, he knows how to make your heart melt after two beers, he knows how to kiss your lips when you're in a backseat of a car, pretending to be 16 again.

I madeout with him after the wedding. Now he is telling me he is going to pay me a visit in my new hometown. I don't really believe him, but i want to.

RDJ

Hometown.

I was in a wedding and it was beautiful. i went home and saw both sets of grandparents. i realize i am very lucky to have both grandparents, still. i guess it means i have good genes.

this weekend was a whirlwind. i saw EVERYONE i know in my hometown. this song came to mind:




It's a great song. My friend Eric danced to it with his mom at his wedding last summer in Marquette, MI. I wept, of course. 

I believe Kelly Cutrone has a saying: 


-Kelly Cutrone


I find this to be so true. The first half of your life is spent trying to get away from what is familiar, known. The second half is trying to find what WAS familiar, what WAS your "truth". Even though the idea of the "truth"  evades us constantly, there are certain elements of your personal truth that remain. and they always will, because they give you peace and remind you of your home base, your foundation, where you were raised, how the air smelled and how the breeze felt against your skin as it danced on summer nights through your bedroom window. 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

melts into you.

i was sitting on the metro the other day, listening to a particularly nostalgic song. but the type of nostalgia you feel for things that haven't happened to you yet. like when you listen to van morrison and drink wine at the same time.

i miss the lips on the base of my neck, from behind me. a surprise. the way he can put his hand just in the right spot on your back and it feels like it melts into you. i miss the way a man pulls you towards him in the door frame, under the dimming lights outside. the way his scruff feels on your face. the way you can press down on his chest and know he likes it.

i heard an interview the other day where a man said when he gets a whiff of a woman's shampooed hair or perfume his soul lifts through the ceiling.

that's kinda how you feel when the right man passes by and you can smell some vague remnant of cologne, and the freshly washed shirt he is wearing out that night - the mix of him and clean sheets on a comfortable bed - that's kinda how you feel.


neck kisses

this marble god

moving in is awkward and i feel like i live surrounded by boxes. other than that i love my new place. i love the red headed waiter at the coupe, the father and son at the Ethiopian cafe. i love the graffiti, the riff-raff, the little girl with beads in her hair that walks by like a butterfly. i love each brightly painted row house, and the hydrangeas that try to drown it. i love the grimacing lawyers, girls who are prettier than their partners and grumpy and/or sassy metro workers.  i like how the air is hot the sun is out but never too bright and the gazillion accents that sweep you away when you run to the Lincoln memorial. you rush up the stairs and are awe-struck by this marble god, like it is the first time you've seen it.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Music Senseis

Last night I met a very cute Nigerian-American guitarist at my corner bar. I'm hoping he will guide me thru the music scene here and give me good advice on how to get on a stage!!!

May not be pretty, but this guitar is responsible for some of the greatest pop-punk songs ever written. Can you name it's owner and the first hit it ever produced?

Don't. Ever. Settle.

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/08/4-things-i-want-my-daughter-to-know-about-relationships/

4 Things I Want My Daughter to Know about Relationships.

Via on Aug 8, 2013

love, relationships, audrey hepburn

In a recent interview while promoting her upcoming movie, Red 2, Helen Mirren revealed the first thing she would have told her daughter—had she had one—was to “f*** off.”

She explained:
“If I’d had children and had a girl, the first words I would have taught her would have been “f*** off” because we weren’t brought up ever to say that to anyone, were we? And it’s quite valuable to have the courage and the confidence to say, “No, f*** off, leave me alone, thank you very much.”
The quote that made headlines and gave me yet another reason to *heart* this amazing woman. Sorry, Elizabeth II, you may be Queen of England, but Helen Mirren is Queen of the World.
As the mother of a four year old, I find myself wondering what I am going to tell my daughter about relationships when she gets older.
When I started dating as a teen, I knew very little about relationships. I knew the facts about sex and about peer pressure, but I knew nothing about actual relationships.
Like a lot of girls that age, I wanted my boyfriend at the time to like me. I did things that I really did not want to do or felt comfortable doing and no, I am not just talking about sexual things.
For example, I did not realize that the anger my high school boyfriend expressed every time he saw me talk to my guy friends was not “cute” or “funny,” but creepy and a sign he had control issues.
Likewise, I didn’t see it as an indication that the man I dated in college who had a habit of treating the dining hall employees and custodians like they were not even there treated everyone in life like they were insignificant unless they could be useful to help him get ahead in life.
Don’t get me wrong; I am not blaming my mother. She actually did the best she could. Given what I was like, I am not even certain if I would have taken the advice had I been given.
However, I still wish someone had given me these tips beforehand. While I don’t believe they would have saved me from every heartache, I do believe they may have spared me from some and saved me a lot of time in the process as I slowly came to figure them out on my own.
1. Make your own money and pay your own bills.
Perhaps my daughter will partner up with a generous man (or woman for that matter) who is wealthy and lavishes her with gifts, trips, etc. However, it’s so important to actually have your own money that you earn yourself.
As author Elizabeth Wurtzel writes in her manifesto, The Bitch Rules, “girls who pay their own way don’t have to be nice.” She’s 100% correct there.
A lot of times, though, I hear women (especially young women) pine for the life of a pampered trophy wife. When I hear them I always want to say be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.
There is a huge difference if you happen to fall in love with someone who is very wealthy vs. being with someone largely or mainly because they are wealthy and you expect to be taken care of. Yes, money is nice and having someone else make all the decision is hugely seductive but after having met some current and former trophy wives, it really isn’t all its cracked up to be. Having an adult being dependent on another adult tends to be old quick. And while it may be an ego boost to have a successful partner, at the end of the days, their accomplishments are not yours.
It’s interesting to note that many former trophy wives I have known have attempted to set up their own businesses after they divorced and got big settlements not because they had to but because they wanted to. I believe a lot of that had to do with the desire to be as separate, successful beings apart from their big shot exes. I am sure there are some women who are happy if they never accomplish anything on their own and have all their materials need and wants met, but I have yet to meet one who didn’t want something that she could say was hers and hers alone.
2. You are not liberated because you can hook-up like the guys and give out blow jobs as freely as some people exchange email addresses.
Sorry if that latter one is crude, but I cannot put it any other way.
I remember when a few years ago, a Duke University student’s blog called “The F**K List Thesis” about the number of male conquests she had went viral. It created a lot of controversy. Some (even many feminists) blasted her while others argued that it was the old double standard at work: the boys do it all the time and overwhelmingly, it is seen as a badge of honor.
I recall feeling very sorry for her and these men. From the sound of it, there was no intimacy nor did it even sound like the sex was fulfilling for this young woman. Maybe some read this as liberating and a way for her to claim her sexuality, but I did not.
I am someone who believes in full sexual equality, but I don’t think the way to achieve it is going to be by treating sex as a game and failing to give it the respect it deserves. Frankly, when I read things like this, I don’t know how the parties involved can have any respect for themselves much less other people.
Also, as someone who went to a rival university less than an hour away, I thought it was sad that she was at one of the best universities in the world and couldn’t blog about anything interesting that was happening there in, say, one of the classes she was taking. Surely, there must have some sort of stimulation that she could get that involved her brain rather than her nether regions?
This brings me to a big one.
3. Have your own interests and hobbies besides the person in your life.
An interest doesn’t have to be the same as a career though I would argue having a separate career can be a great thing. I spend a great deal of time doing photography even though I have never sold a single photo nor attempted to, and 99% of the time, I am the only one who sees the photos. I don’t think I am Sally Mann—I love the art of photography and always have every since I was young child.
The thing about a hobby or interest is that you don’t have to be good at to get fulfillment from it.
4. Observe how he treats the “real people”-the waiters, the cashiers, etc.
It’s easy to act nice to “big” important people. However, personal experience shows that how he treats the common folks really shows his character.
In addition to the former boyfriend I mentioned at the beginning of this piece, I had a boss once who was a senior partner in a very well-known law firm. What impressed me the most about him is that he made it a point to say good morning to everyone from the other senior partners to the temp who worked in the mailroom. In his eyes, everyone was equally important, and I saw him apply that to everyone from “captains of industry” to the lady who did the catering.
Be very, very wary of the man who treats the waitress at the fancy bistro he takes you to like garbage or fails to leave a tip. One day, you might fall out of his favor and be on the receiving end of that treatment.
In closing, no single piece of advice can ever adequately prepare anyone for all the things that go into making successful relationships. (If someone does know the magic formula, then please tell me first.)
However, there are a few things I want my daughter and all young women to be aware of before they start on their dating/relationship adventures. I don’t claim to be an expert by any means and like everyone else, I am still learning. Perhaps, though, had I just been aware of these things—even if I hadn’t really been paying full attention—it would have helped me along the way.
In any event, I intend to share these things with my own daughter when she gets older.
At the very least, it cannot hurt.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

HONY - my future Husband

http://www.humansofnewyork.com/post/57615286343/i-like-to-read-biographies-of-dead-poets

HE IS MY FUTURE HUSBAND.

  • glasses
  • longboard
  • dapper dresser
  • nice bod
  • well-read

Joie de vivre!

On Tuesday night I walked to a bar (my favorite so far) to meet a Canadian Man Whore (CMW). This was playing in my ears, I passed the colorful row houses drenched with hydrangeas on their doorsteps, and the bars and shops were buzzing.  Against my skin i felt just-the-right-amount-of-warm summer night air breeze by. And all was right in the world!

Georgetown

Monday, August 5, 2013

Peanut Butter

Peanut Butter

By Eileen Myles
I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good & you should
buy it in a jar as
always in the
largest supermarket
you know. And
I am an enemy
of change, as
you know. All
the things I
embrace as new
are in
fact old things,
re-released: swimming,
the sensation of
being dirty in
body and mind
summer as a
time to do
nothing and make
no money. Prayer
as a last re-
sort. Pleasure
as a means,
and then a
means again
with no ends
in sight. I am
absolutely in opposition
to all kinds of
goals. I have
no desire to know           
where this, anything
is getting me.
When the water
boils I get
a cup of tea.
Accidentally I
read all the
works of Proust.
It was summer
I was there
so was he. I
write because
I would like
to be used for
years after
my death. Not
only my body
will be compost
but the thoughts
I left during
my life. During
my life I was
a woman with
hazel eyes. Out
the window
is a crooked
silo. Parts
of your
body I think
of as stripes
which I have
learned to
love along. We
swim naked
in ponds &
I write be-
hind your
back. My thoughts
about you are
not exactly
forbidden, but
exalted because
they are useless,
not intended
to get you
because I have
you & you love
me. It’s more
like a playground
where I play
with my reflection
of you until
you come back
and into the
real you I
get to sink
my teeth. With
you I know how
to relax. &
so I work
behind your
back. Which
is lovely.
Nature
is out of control
you tell me &
that’s what’s so
good about
it. I’m immoderately
in love with you,
knocked out by
all your new
white hair
why shouldn’t
something
I have always
known be the
very best there
is. I love
you from my
childhood,
starting back
there when
one day was
just like the
rest, random
growth and
breezes, constant
love, a sand-
wich in the
middle of
day,
a tiny step
in the vastly
conventional
path of
the Sun. I
squint. I
wink. I
take the
ride.
Eileen Myles, “Peanut Butter” from Not Me, published by Semiotext(e). Copyright © 1991 by Eileen Myles. Reprinted by permission of the author.


Source: Not Me (Semiotext(e), 1991)

Love's Labour's Lost


I'm getting my long over due Shakespeare fix in tonight! I can't believe this theatre performance concept, cuz it's SO cool. A cast gets together, rehearses, learns lines, music, and performs for a live audience ALL IN THE SAME DAY. that's pretty bad-ass.


 Monday, August 5, 2013 7pm. Love's Labours Lost at the Folger Theatre.


An entire Shakespeare play rehearsed and performed in a single day. Featuring company members Tonya Beckman, Daniel Crane, Daniel Flint, Kimberly Gilbert, Marcus Kyd, and Esther Williamson, with guest artists James Beaman, Joe Brack, Maboud Ebrahimzadeh, Shawn Fagan, Chris Genebach, Eric Hissom, Max Reinhardsen, Victoria Reinsel, Erin Sloan, Coral Smith, and Matt Wilson. Choreography by company member Erin Mitchell, and music by Garland of Hours' Amy Domingues.

August 5, 2013
7:00pm

FREE

at the Folger Theatre
201 East Capitol Street SE WDC 20003


"Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.” ~William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost

The Coupe



I celebrated my move in to my new place over Brunch with two of my Best Friends in D.C. It is a blessing to have so many friends in a new place you have moved to.  For some serendipitous reason I have made many friends in a very short time and feel very lucky.

Here is a group of beautiful Row Houses I passed going to Brunch on Sunday. You can't really see but they are left to right, pink, white, golden yellow and orange. One day I'd love to live in my own rowhouse. I sort of live in one now.  It is a converted one.



We were served by a super duper hot ginge waiter who wore black thick rimmed glasses.

We chose blood orange mimosas for cocktails and a waitress came out with them with a huge smile on her face saying, "Aw girls, get ready for these, they are FABULOUS." i loved her delivery.




I ordered a Pork Tostada and it was divine. It made me think of Austin tex-mex food. It was:
Black beans, sour cream, corn tortillas,Manchego cheese, cilantro, avocado, one sunny side up egg on top.


I'll have to visit the Coupe more often. Not only b/c of the Hot Ginge waiter, but their presentation and food was AWESOME.

Yesterday was sunny and bright and i did some errands and got to peek around my new 'hood. I love it so far!!! It's the perfect amount of hipster, yuppie, and culture! Culture being the most important ingredient in the mix, of course.

In Wonderland...

On Saturday I drank blueberry pancake beer and melt-in-yo-mouth eggplant fries with my friend, M. He is a DC punk advocacy man and I enjoy his company and sass very much. Also he puts up w/ my outlandish statements. And then questions and debates them w/ me. which is good.

While at Wonderland Ballroom we were talking about a recent study in which it showed how European countries related/what they thought about each other. See here: http://www.economist.com/blogs/graphicdetail/2013/05/what-europeans-think-each-other

I hadn't seen it yet and wondered aloud how the EU viewed Germany. When i was in Italy I remembered the Spanish, Italian, and Greek always complaining about Germans. Yet, Germany is the country that recently "bailed out" their other EU members.

The man at the end of our table sitting alone piped up, "Excuse me, I am German!"
I was a bit taken aback, but instead of worrying I asked him if what my impressions were at all true. He said, "Yes," and tilted his head back a bit and laughed. He said everyone hates the Germans because they are organized. "The key to a great nation is organization."

Such a German response, I loved it!

We then spoke about Germany and Switzerland and he showed us pictures on his phone of where he grew up. Before he finished his drink and left he said, "what is it that you say?" as he motioned a "cheers" with his beer.
"Oh, Cheers!"
"Yes," he said.  "We say 'Prost' ".

So of course I responded to the next cheers in the proper German manner.
Prost!!!

It's fun meeting people in DC cuz you never know where they are from. And they can USUALLY carry an intelligent conversation at length.


Friday, August 2, 2013

Parties with Ex Pats

Last night i went to an Ex Pat party. It was very fun and everyone was very nice. The people dressed well were Europeans. :)

I got numbers from a man from San Fran - a total dude - A Greek, and two Italians.

I do not think i will call any of them. The San Fran guy was too much of a dude. The Greek was a transparent Player and total hornball (he was the most attractive though and called my dress sexy and said he wanted to "teach me greek".yahhhhh....). The Italians gave me their numbers yet acted like they were too good/indifferent which was confusing.

After drinking Strawberry Mint Sparkling wine and Vodka Sodas, me and my friend E headed to Ping Pong Dim Sum, my favorite over priced, tastiest resto in Chinatown. The Dim Sum is divine and MELTS in your mouth! Soft dumpling with a savory surprise wrapped inside. So so so good.

We also cheered w/ Prosecco to a successful night.

champagne

in a garden somewhere

I was speaking to a friend the other day. Somehow we got on the subject of "the one that got away" concept of lovers/ex-lovers/wanted ex-lovers.

you know those relationships (or never requited ones) that you "knew deep down in your heart" would've worked if one thing (or many things) were not true? The ones where time, age, distance, circumstance, or just plain fate stepped in and blocked you from the happy ending?

If those blocks weren't there, would it have worked out? Was that your "soul mate"? I don't think this is how it works.

I think there is a purpose to those blockades, those barriers bigger than you. They are to keep you from missing something better you can't see yet.

I know this belief that "everything happens the way is supposed to", "what's meant to be is meant to be", is not a new one. It also relies heavily on a foundational belief that the Universe, Destiny, God - whatever you believe is bigger than you - is the real determiner of your future.


 Dzesika Fizor (picture taken by Jessica, Devic Fotos)

I think when it comes to big things, like Love, Destiny - there is a higher power involved looking out for your best interest. Even if in that moment it appears cruel, tragic, unfair or makes no sense - I choose to believe this way. The alternative is just too stark, too depressing to accept. There has to be something that was meant for you that was better than what you wanted - if not, then what is the point? Wouldn't they be with you if it is was "meant to be"?

To ask another question: Let's say if you met them once again, in a garden somewhere or coffee shop. You spoke with this ill-fated lover and said everything you wanted and they now could be with you - would you want to be with them still?

The people I love have changed since I knew them. They are no longer the men I fell in love with, but different in personality, belief, and measure of experience. They are probably (let's hope) better men than when I met them - as I like to believe I am a better woman as well. But even if they have improved or not, the person I once was in love with is gone for good. The person from that time has left and this is a new person to meet. So maybe I'd like that new person too, but that's a large gamble.

My heart is still achey for the RPJ but it's never gonna happen so i need to remember that. But "we were so perfect for each other" keeps ringing in my head. It's one of those situations when you're like, "if i could just show them how good we are for each other" but i think this all happened for a reason and we probably not good for each other. It's just me being in love with the idea of love.

Just random thoughts.....i write to figure out.


 


 breathtaking


Thursday, August 1, 2013

People's Parties

I am going to a swanky cocktail party on a hotel rooftop in downtown DC today. Many people at the party will be of the International, Traveling, monetarily Wealthy fare. How I got invited is a small miracle. Let's just say, friend of a friend.

I like to go to parties and mingle. I like to people watch and suppose and wonder who these new people are - where they are from, what they do during their days.  Do they lounge or stress at coffee shops over writings or computer code? Do they make flower arrangements after attending their morning yoga class, then go get a blow-out in Bethesda? Do they cook and clean for someone else? Do they go home to a dog, a wife, or a child? Who are these people.

It's much more fun to assume though, because the way a person dresses tells a lot about them, their beliefs and the way they want to look in this world.

I decided to go all out and wear a fancy cocktail dress from renttherunway.com

This is what I'm wearing...........I'm wearing this dress and these earrings: :http://www.renttherunway.com/shop/designers/nicolemiller_dresses/coralfairladydress http://www.renttherunway.com/shop/designers/pierced_jewelry/teardropsparkleearrings






I'm excited to look HAWT and enjoy myself and hopefully meet some very interesting new party people.

We must not forget the importance of dressing up, and giving ourselves a good time. Today is the youngest you will ever be, you might as well take advantage of the gift of youth and show it off a bit. Share your beauty, be confident in your beauty and ENJOY the youth and delight you've been given. Someone up there likes you.




hanio #sunset #couples

Amazing idea to keep your bubbly cold at a summer soiree - rose ice cubes!!!champagneperfect.