Oh Gay Pareee
It has been far to long since the last time I have blogged about my globe trotting rediculousness. I have missed entries on entire countries that I’ve visited; but after last nights StyleBoston event at the Four Seasons I have been inspired to start blogging again. So here I go as I sit here in the comfort of my Moon Boots…I think I will start with New Years.
Anyone that knows me, knows that I have pretty much only one solid rule in my life. I will never spend an entire 365 days on US soil. As New Years rolled around and I was approaching day 362 I knew I had to make moves. So I decided to go to Paris with some friends (two of who I hadn’t met before) to Paris. We flew in from Geneva, Philly, New York and Boston…excessive to say the least. 3 of the 4 of us had already been to Paris before so we were past all the touristy stuff except for a brief trip to Versailles…then the rest of the trip was about the clubbing, wine, food, and of course countless hours spent in Le Marais.
Actual mid-night on New Years was not entirely thrilling…just 4 friends passing around champagne watching the Eiffel sparkle. Ok so I guess that was pretty cool…but it’s the events that happened after that are really memorable.
We ended up going a club called Le Java…part cafe/part basement jam band club. The crowd was
quite young (15-16ish) and there was a lot of insane fashion choices. There were drag queens and trannies as far as the eye could see. Two of the members of our group decided to leave early, but having paid 20 Euros to get in G and I wanted to stay and dance the night away hopped up on Strawberry Red Bull Vodkas. At some point in all the crazy confusion of dancing on stage while the band played rock music with a techno DJ supporting them (questionable I know) shirts started coming off, I made out with what I believe was a tranny-hot-messand my friends obvi, and then all of a sudden my tinsel (yes. i own pants made out of tinsel) pants ripped right down the right side of my ass…but clearly I was determined to have a good time and not let that stop me. Thank god I was wearing black underwear and not something heinous! 15 minutes later at G and I went to grab yet another cocktail we were approached by
two 40ish year old gentleman offering us ecstasy and 200 euros to sleep with them…because apparently I now looked like a prostitute (life goal complete). I politely declined but then was
scoffed at by the gentleman because apparently 100 euros is the going rate…so now I am a
‘high-class’ prostitute. WIN! We continued to dance thenight away unphased until7am…because clearly we did not go home before 6:30 this whole trip. And being the good American’s that we are, what did we decide to have for our first meal of 2011? MacDoe as the French call it…yes that is McDonalds…but hey…at least it can only go up from here?
We spent the rest of the week visiting the Louvre (which I rocked
in an epic fur ensamble) and frequenting a bar/club called Raidd. I’m not sure that I’ve ever been more conflicted about a drinking establishment in my life. The people we met there were phenomenal and the drinks cheap…but then there were men
showering in the walls? Legit there was a plexiglass wall with a shower in it right above the dance floor where gorgeous men would getin and just…shower. At first I thought it was cute; some of them would flex and some would dance…but then…they started to take the spedos off. Now don’t get me wrong. I am all for nudity and think the human body is a gorgeous thing…but I do not…I DO NOT…need to see you jacking off while I’m trying to mingle and get my drink on. Just not my cup of tea darling. Needless to say that was not my favorite hotspot in Paris…even if we did end up there 3 times lol.
Our last full night in Paris it was back to just G and I wanting to be out. It was Sunday night and we had heard nothing but RAVE reviews of the mega-club Queen, so we had to check it out. After trying our hardest to just stay in and be responsible we ended up getting to the club around 3am. With no line outside we were not expecting much, and at 20 euros a pop we were prepared to be pretty underwhelmed…but after descending the stairs in to the enormous basement dance floor our minds were blown. There were hundreds of young, sweaty, barely clothed men grinding to the DJ. We had found heaven 🙂 . G and I spent hours sloppily and 
aggressively grinding with our shirts off…neither one of us is quite sure what happened that night but we both woke up covered in scratches and bruises…one of which I still have on my leg today…3 weeks later? One of the most phenomenal and unexpected aspects of Queen is that their drinks come with lids so all the rave kids can go hard without having to worry about spilling…but hey when two Vodka Red
Bulls cost 35 euros I expect to be treated to an adult sippy cup. After a few hours of debauchery it was back to the hotel room, which conveniently had a see-
through shower as well…which lead to nothing good 😉
All-in-all it was an amazing trip. Quite different from the last time I went to Paris for fashion week, but I think I have a new appreciation for the city of love. I will be back soon Paris. Don’t forget about me!
Until next time. Stay fashionable, and rock your OWN style!
I have this friend that…
So every one of us has a good sex story here or there…but most of us are to shy, or modest to share them…I on the other hand am not. I am an open, over-sharing book; and I wouldn’t have it any other way. So today’s blog is dedicated to telling yalls stories (and perhaps one of my own) in the most anonymous of ways. So everyone can get it off their chests without really saying anything. (please feel free to share more stories with me for future posting because this is phenomenal!)
So….
I have this friend that…
Was hanging out in the back yard one day…just chit chatting away as any 13 year old with the new kid from down the street. On that warm summer afternoon, no one else was home, and the pine trees mildly hid what was going on from the neighbors as they sat on the trampoline. Conversation started with how silly it is that people of the mid-west refer to the all important blow job as “snow-blowers“. The new kid was not hip to this lingo, they were not from around there. Conversation continued on…one thing led to another…and everyones virginity was gone…odd how something that was never tangible can be so important when it disappears. My friend assures me that while trampoline devirgining sounds thrilling, it also comes with many difficulties past that of your average first time. Planning for the bouncing and double-bouncing of your partner can prove fatal if attention is not paid. I hear it is hard to focus that much on the mechanics as you can’t truly appreciate the pure ecstasy of the acts taking place.
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Had been casually sleeping with an acquaintance for about 9 months or so. The basic situation would go as such: myfriend would get a text from this friend at some point midway through the night saying “heyy what’s up?” They would then banter back and forth for awhile until eventually they would invite their friend over at the end of the night. My friend would have sex with them, they would have a snack and the visitor would smoke a cigarette while they chattedfor awhile, and then would snuggle into bed. They would chat the next morning for awhile, sometimes have sex again, and then they would send the guest back on their way, never to regret the late night rendezvous’. One warm early September evening my friend was at the bar downtown. My friend hadn’t heard from the late night booty call until they heard their cell phone vibrate around 11:30. My friend kept asking everyone whether or not they should tryto see the fling tonight or whether it was a lost cause. Obviously we were all for it and love to see my friend put in to compromising situations. After a few back and forths the text messages stopped and my friend, as they often do, asked themselves why they wasted their time on someone that was too dumb to respond to text messages. Around 3:00, after drunk snacks, my friend ended up hearing back from said booty call. The piece of meat was asking my friend to comeover to “their” place. My friend knew they lived at home in Natick and did not have an apartment in the city. When my friend asked the sex toy about this they said that they had just moved into an apartment up the street from my friends place. Weird. But,seeing as it was just after the September move-in date for most Boston apartments my naive friend didn’t really think twice about it except to say “I hope I don’t run into my ho at Stop and Shop when I’m in my sweatpants.”
My friend grabbed a bag and some lip gloss and ran out the door. It was just a quick 3-minute walk for them up thestreet where they were greeted at the door of the booty calls friend’s new home and introduced to their roommates. My friend shook Frank and Ari’s hand, Frank gave them a kiss and asked if they would psychoanalyze him (my friend had been apsych major in college) and then the man friend told said they needed a tour of the apartment. The last stop on the tour was the sex object’s room. My friend thought it was nice but thought to how weird it was that this person had so manybooks. The acquaintance didn’t really come off as a reader. They said their goodnights to the roommates and proceeded to lie down in the friend’s comfy new queen-size bed. My friend period had unfortunately sprung a leak, so no sex, but as clothes came off my friend began to think that maybe it was nice to have a booty call right up the street. They could get used to this big comfy bed that didn’t squeak (my friends did and it always made for a challenge when sleeping with the common guest in the past as it would wake my friends roommates). When the piece of meat asked my friend if they liked the bed, of course my friend replied yes and that the room was very nice, which it was. My friend loved hooking up with the sex toy- at barely 5 feet it was easy for my friend to find a catch bigger than them, but this ones strong arms and about 8 inch height difference on my friend made it feel so good to be wrapped up in their arms. My friend said that things started to get a little weird after they had been giving her manfriend head for awhile. Usually my friend would just spit after a john had came or they would be having sex. But after awhile the ho asked my friend if they wanted to give them a hand-job. No, my friend knew that this tramp knew my friend hated giving hand-jobs and had never received one from my friend in the past. My friend continued giving homie head and, when the toy was about to cum, they moved away and proceeded to cum on the new bed. This was very weird to my friend, but they figured it was maybe because my friend never wanted the casual sex partner to cum all over their bed when they hooked up at my friends place. They talked for a while and the partner in crime got up and put their underwear on while my friend continued to lay in bed, wondering if they should spend the night or just walk the 5 feet home. As my friends host lit a cigarette, they informed my friend that it WAS NOT THE HOSTS APARTMENT!!! My friend lay there, practically naked, stunned, and confused. The john informed my friend that it was a best friend’s place and that my friend was currently laying in his bed! The ho had just jizzed all over a best friend’s bed! Those weren’t the hosts roommates. That wasn’t the hosts set of keys. When my friend asked why the HELL they would lie to her they simply giggled and replied that they knew my friend was too nice to have come over if they had known it wasn’t their place. NO SHIT. Apparently the dumb hooker wasn’t as dumb as everyone thought after all. My friend said they never felt like a dumber slut in their entire life. The host asked if my friend was still going to spend the night and when my friend said no, the host said it was probably for the best since they didn’t want my friend to watch this booty call get their ass kicked. My friend got dressed and hurried their way to the door. My friend had been used and deceived and did not like it. Then and there my friend decided never to let the drunken banter go too far again with this casual friend and hasn’t seen that ho since!
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That had aspirations of being with divinity in the flavor of mocha. One faithful day that dream came true for my friend…but sadly they don’t recall a thing. My friend was studying abroad (as many of my friends do) in France. A few weeks before returning to America my friend happened to be celebrating their birthday (coincidently it happened to be an important coming of age birthday in Europe so everyone was quite excited for them). All my friend can remember is having the time of their life. Celebrating out on the town at their favorite late night spots and then having everyone over for an American style house party (apparently the Europeans don’t have house parties? I was shocked). Anyways, my friend woke up lying naked on their floor with the door open and had vomited in to an $800 bag! Their friends proceeded to try to make breakfast for them and help them sober up as my (poor planning) friend had a presentation to give for a final later that morning. Apparently while on the train they decided to make a fake presentation so they could excuse themselves often from class as to fight the nausea. On one of these faithful trips to the bathroom my friend overheard in the hallway, “I fuckeds wit them last night“. My friend thought they must have mis-heard the French accent…no way had their dream finally come true, just for them not to remember a thing? For the rest of the time my friend was in Europe everyone congratulated them on what an accomplishment that sex had been, and how they had heard about how good it was. My friend sheepishly played along the whole story glad that they were remembered as being good; and glad they were returning back to us in Boston soon so they wouldn’t have to go in to too much detail.
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That once studied abroad (another one from France). On weekend all their Franco-American friends were in Philadelphia having a study abroad reunion weekend. Almost everyone that studied abroad in Lyon with my friend was there. They were all meeting up from different colleges on the East Coast to stay with a great friend of theirs, called ‘Liz’, in her apartment. The first night all the friends pre-gamed at Liz’s apartment with tequila and vodka shots, and then went to a bar where most of them started to brown or black out.
At the end of the evening they all went back to Liz’s apartment. After hanging out for a hot minute, my friend went to bed in Liz’s bed. Later that night one of my friends acquaintances from study abroad, the most regular/ordinary friend in the world decided to hop into Liz’s bed to see if they could make something happen with my friend. From what I hear that very thing took place. They made out and apparently the bed intruder WENT DOWN on my friend! After plain jane was done, I hear that my friend just pushed the hook-up away and went to sleep. But little did my friend know, they are an animal under the sheets. Apparently my friend was making jungle cat noises while Antoine Dodson (aka. bed intruder lol. I’m clever) was busy down there. My friend was totally humiliated the next day and ever since then we like to give my friend a little “rarrrr” to tease them. 🙂
There will be more stories to come in the near future….I will leave it up to yall to figure out whom these entries came from 🙂
From a ho in to a housewife…I have many different faces and phases
I found myself Facebook stalking myself today…wondering how it is that I have 3,000 pictures tagged of just me. I began the long and arduous task figuring out who I am. Here is a smattering of photos from throughout my life depicting the different stages/phases that I have been through. A basic outline of me. I always find it interesting to take a look back at yourself, and see who you thought you were, what you looked like you were, and who you have become.
Here I am 10 years old. Little ginger bowl cut with the love of my life, Maggie. Thank god the bowl cut lived and died in Seattle/Omaha.
Here I am at 16, practicing for the career I have always dreamed of…gogo dancer. I have always told my friends and family that, that is where I would like my life to head. With years of practice under my belt (yes I got a pole in my room soon after this. no lie) I believe I am ready to take the world by storm 🙂
During my senior year I affectionately went by nick name, “Money.” I was an absolute mess that year. I had an outlandish allowance for a 17 year old; so I spent every weekend traveling and shopping in my unnecessary beats of a car (yes that is my legit license plate which I removed when coming to Boston so it would not be stolen) with its huge speakers, tvs, xbox and rims. So hood from an early age.
On that ‘so hood’ page. Yes that is a picture of my best friend Jenna and I with Trick Daddy senior year. There has always been a little black girl inside of me waiting to burst out!
Summer after senior year, daddy got a new toy (and my new baby Sady is featured in the background. LOVE you girl!). This definitely upped my tool level. I would spend hours driving in circles around the beaches and from valet to valet around Jacksonville just to be seen. Now it is just fun to cruise around in when I bring my friends home from break so I can show them the wild peacocks, but back then I barely gave my father a chance to drive it. I am so glad I have reduced the level of toolishness in my life.
One of the first weeks of school we had a henna party in our dorm. I could not resist the urge to get tatted up…clearly I have always, and will forever, hate wearing clothing…naked is a lifestyle, and I own it. Thank god the real tats that I have are much classier then this hot mess.
Freshman year I actually dressed up as a ‘black person’ for Halloween. I realize now how offensive that is and I sincerely apologize. Everyone kept trying to guess who I was and I would just say, “No one. This is me. I’m black on the inside.” Oh how we grow up…but to be fair I was still just 17!!! I’ve learned and moved on to become a more legit person.
Coming from a Navy family, 4th of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. I will forever love this country. No matter how far, or how long, I travel away from it, there is nothing like being home :). I even rock my pride down to my undies on that special day 😉
This may be one of my favorite looks for myself, Ice King, as I like to call it. This came about in the Absolute Ice Bar in London. I look ravishing in the reflective blue fur poncho number. Not many people could pull this off quite like me lol. It was the first, of many, Ice Bars that I had ever been to and I was blown away by the intricate chandeliers, art work, glasses, and furniture that surrounded me…before I got frostbite!
On my trip to Paris I chose to rock Euro-chic with the limited edition project (red) Emporio Armani sneakers, Burberry jeans, high collared Armani pea-coat, Prada sunglasses, and neon orange Benetton messenger bag. This is a look that I have repeated several times over the past two years. A true classic.
Not only do I change up my life with my styles, but if you know me, you know I rock as many different haircuts as possible. This was my first effort when I moved to France. Getting a haircut in a foreign language can be an epic struggle, but I love change so no matter what happened I knew I’d find a way to “rock it“. The only subject matter the hair stylist and I could find in common was David Beckham (a man who’s sexy transcends language)…apparently this full-faux hawk was the look he was rocking at the time so it is what I got as well lol. I was in LOVE!
Now enter the Euro-tool segment of my life. Private jets to small islands off the cost of France with equally tooly people. Short lived and fabulous; but you have to bring your head back down to the ground at some point right?
Here is one of the pivotal moments of change in my life. The BIG FALL. From this moment forward I would look at everything with a new perspective. Life just needs to be happy. That is it. Simple yet completely complicated in its undefinable nature. No matter what make sure you are happy and you are affecting anyone else’s happy in a negative way along the way.
Here is shot of the CLAW post fall. I know I already devoted a picture to this phase of life but I still can’t get over how crazy this picture is!
Back to Boston for the summer. Once I returned I vowed to soak up every bit of the Boston experience that I could during the few short years I have left here. I dove in to Boston pride head first.
Then I headed back to Europe. This time to Rome. For a completely different kind of trip. I wanted to make sure that I experienced everything possible and bring as many friends from home as I could along the journey with me. Clearly I started my time their early with some sexy modeling shots by the Colosseum 😛
Rome was a city of many, many hair styles for me. I was over the fear of not being able to communicate with my hairstylist and just told them to go for it. My first due was a swedish blonde number with lines shaved in to the side. Very euro-chic…for a 12 year old in a track suit lol.
Some where along the line I decided it would be necessary to try out getting a piercing and making my hair even blonder? It was a hot look for the 2 weeks I rocked it but I think the side-faux is dead.
Though I was living a new “everyone respond with smiles” lifestyle, that did not mean that I have checked my ego at the door…I clearly still believe that I should be chiseled in stone somewhere in this world.
In those final few days abroad I had the best time of my life. My program had already ended but I knew I wasn’t ready to call it quits so I stayed for a few extra weeks through the holidays so that I could make the most of it. There were private parties, amazing traveling, phenomenal food, great talks….but most of all that mattered are THE FRIENDS THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET!!!
One final Euro outfit before heading back to the United States. Now I know that Bostonites love their dark, long winter coats…but lets be real people…color is not just for summer! Get ready for this neon ensemble to be hitting the streets of down town come snow season!
Safely back in the US I opted for one of the shortest haircuts I have ever rocked. Cute if I do say so myself. I think this is making a come back QUITE SOON. So be on the look out 🙂
Even in the rain I feel like everyone needs a little pop of color. If you don’t look like you are part of the casts of “Singing in the Rain” or “Mary Poppins” when you have an umbrella in your hand, you are clearly doing something wrong!
I also resolved to start working my glasses in to outfits once I returned home. Glasses can be quite a sexy accessory when worn with purpose. They should not be an after thought. They should be THE thought.
A little prada hotta.
Bored with my signature blonde locks I decided to attempt the cross over to a dark brunette. It didn’t go horribly wrong…but I felt like I lost a lot of the joy in my personality. I was WAY to serious with life.
So it was back to platinum and throwing in an unexpected piece in to every outfit.
Fashion isn’t fun unless you give yourself a chance to have FUN with it once in a while. It is ok to look over the top and like a hot mess as long as there is reason. For the Jimmy Fund Marathon my entire team dressed up as clowns as we ran the Boston Marathon. It is a memory I will cherish forever.
Nautical was a huge theme in my wardrobe this summer/fall. It is a timeless look in New England and there are definitely ways to spice it up if you still want to stand out in the crowd.
This last picture comes from a recent trip I took to Seattle with Megan. It is an example of something I never want ANY OF YOU to do. Do not blend in!!! There is no reason. Life is to short and to full of joy to be ordinary. Stand out by being who you are. Be proud. Don’t dress to not be noticed. Don’t let yourself be overlooked.
I am so official.
Breaking news in the Research Management Internal News Letter… 🙂
New Hires
Daniel Davis, who has been working as a co-op student for the past six months, officially joins Research Management (RM) on Monday, November 1, reporting to Jacyln Gavino, Effort Certification Project Manager. As the Customer Service Administrator for Effort Reporting, Danny will be assisting with end-user support, system maintenance and process improvement of the Partners Effort Reporting program and other designated RM projects. He is completing his Bachelor of Science degree in Business Administration with a concentration in Finance from Northeastern University and is expecting to graduate in the spring of 2011.
What’s my age again???
Word of the day…seasoned.
As we sat in yet another work presentation to better the understanding of effort reporting within Partners, Kacey and I began to notice how much younger and more attractive we were then everyone else around us. At 24 and 21 we are by far the youngest department managers at PHS. This leads to instances of doubt in our capabilities by the much older population of Doctors and Researchers that surround us on a daily basis. Coming to the realization that it is no longer appropriate to refer to these invetigators as old, senile, or grandpa we have decided to refer to them as seasoned. A mild backhanded compliment alluding to both the fact that they should retire and that they are quite experienced.
On the flip side to being seasoned is what all of us would be considered, fresh. Fresh because we are new to the scene, attractive, and bringing revolutionary new ideas to everything that we do. We are accomplished, but not yet stagnant. We are forever evolving as individuals. and always inspiring new trends and influencing the world around us.
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seasoned
2. Covered in spices to the desired taste.
3. You fucked up your brain so much on drugs that you can’t do any of the old things that you used to be able to do and/or to have perntamently fucked yourself up to the point where you don’t have any idea whats going on anymore.
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In an effort to assist all of you incorporate seasoned in every day conversations I have included examples of possible uses for the common demographics that make up my group of friends (aka you guys!). —please let me know if your group is not represented.
I hope this is helpful!
- Youth in the Ghetto: Shaniqua be givin that good brain, like she dropped out of college, that bitch is seasoned.
- Gorilla Juice Heads: T-SHIRT TIME!!!! Here’s the situation men. We looking for only the freshest bitches tonight. NO SEASONED GRENADES!!!
- Southerners: Grandma is so seasoned in the kitchen, she is always fixin up the best fried chicken for the church cookouts.
- Smarty Pants/Nerds: “I heard some hoodlums say that my, ‘kicks were fresh to death’ this afternoon. I can’t even begin imagine what that means.” “Oh Steven, you are just to seasoned to understand todays youth.”
- Aristocratic: “William is such a seasoned pheasant hunter, I would let him pluck my feathers any day.” “Oh Elizabeth, don’t get fresh! You are so naughty!”
- Surfers: “Dude, let’s get seasoned!” “Hey man, I’m hella seasoned!”
- Valley Girls: “Her dress is so seasoned.” “Like what does that mean?” “It is last season. Duh!” “You really should go back to school…”
AND INTRODUCING….
- Antoine Dodson: Hide your kids, hide your wife, there are seasoned rapists everywhere out here!
Grown up ways to say the childish things we do…
In an effort to be more office appropriate, and act like grown ups (which is necessary given our new positions in life), Kacey and I have resolved to start incorporating more prolific words to describe the sometimes childish things we may do in to our every day jargon; so that we are more respected when people over hear our water-cooler chatter (aka when we scream inappropriate things between our cubes). So we will keep on living our fabulous lives every night and then come back to work and brainstorm a classy way to describe the predicaments we have gotten our selves in to.
The word of the day is Imbibe. This is based on the fact that I made have had just a ‘tad’ to much to drink last evening (yes. I know it was a Wednesday :P), sending me in to fit of drunken karaoke joy :).
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im·bibe/imˈbīb/Verb
2. Absorb or assimilate (ideas or knowledge): “propaganda you imbibed in your youth”.
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In an effort to assist all of you incorporate imbibe in every day conversations I have included examples of possible uses for the common demographics that make up my group of friends (aka you guys!). T
I hope this is helpful!
- Youth in the Ghetto: Yo me and mad bitches were imbibing last night.
- Gorilla Juice Heads: Hey Bro. Wassssupppp!?!?! Snookie and I imbibed 6 jaeger bombs to the face last night! Then she gave me dome!
- Southerners: Hey Yall! Lets imbibe this here moonshine that papa made!
- Smarty Pants/Nerds: I never want to imbibe in that manner ever again. It was in poor taste.
- Aristocratic: Beatrice, would you be a dear and invite Muffy over for an afternoon session of imbibing and gossip?
- Surfers: “Hey Bra, I’m stoked about imbibing that corona, getting stoned and listening to our god on the beach later.” “Yeah man, I love Bob Marley.”
- Valley Girls: OMG, Like totally caught Jason imbibing with Courtney by the mall the other day. I am so much prettier then her. Like hello! You can totally tell she stuffs her bra!
Excess and Obsession – Retrospective on My Life
So the past week of my life has been a week of excess and indulgence. To those of you that truly know me, you know that I categorize and organize just about every facet of my life, and I am fixated on obtaining/experiencing as much of each of my obsessions as possible (ie. traveling to every state, my wallet/sunglass/shoe collections, tasting every Boston martini). This weeks obsessions that I couldn’t avoid were shoes and concerts.
This week, shoes #82 and #83 were purchased, and completely justifiable as I managed to find a literal orgasm in a shoe, aka florescent high top Emporio Armani’s and a MUCH more stylish version of UGGS from Zara. Wins on both parts and no one can tell me any different…though the amount of shoes that I’m having to keep in my car is becoming concerning…Can someone lease me another shoe closet?!?!?!
Monday evening, Erin and I attended yet another Jam’n 94.5 Monster Jam. This years headliners were Nicki Minaj, Drake, B.O.B. and Nelly. We have been DYING to see Nicki Minaj again since we saw her last year in DC, but both Erin and I were considerably tired/hungover from an intense Hot Mess Sunday the night before. Lucky I had scored some tickets from work so we got to post up in the top balcony with rolly chairs, our own concession stand, and private bathroom. It was like chillin in our living room. FANTASTIC! Nicki KILLED her set even if her mic was turned off with 20 seconds left in her verse of Monster. Drake also had another amazing show and even managed to set of fireworks inside of the Garden! I do have to say that my favorite performer of the evening…I still am a little ghetto black girl at heart 🙂 …and being that I have a little bit of OCD I clearly have a running list of every concert I’ve ever been to on my BlackBerry (see below)
I don’t what it is about live music, but it just makes me so overjoyed. Ever since my first concert, Raven Symone, I have been in love 🙂
- 3OH!3
- 50 Cent
- 6th Sense
- 8Ball
- Ahmir
- Akon
- Alex Pimmel
- Alter Bridge
- Another Animal
- Barrad Tanner
- Beach Boys ft. John Stamos
- Big Boi
- Bird Man
- Black Eyed Peas (x4)
- B.O.B.
- Brad Paisley
- Brandy
- Carol City Cartel
- Casha
- Chad Lamarsh
- Chanel
- Chris Allen
- Chromeo
- Ciara
- Cory Smith
- Cute is What We Aim For
- Dan Black
- Dixie Chicks
- DJ AM
- DJ Kalheed
- DJ Unk
- Drake (x2)
- Dropkick Murphy (x2)
- Fabo
- Far East Movement
- Fat Joe
- Frankie Krutches
- Freestyle
- Front Page
- G-Unit
- Gemini
- GooGoo Dolls
- Grand Hustle (x2)
- Gudda Gudda
- Gym Class Heroes
- Head Automatica
- Hot and Ghetto Boys
- Howie Day
- Hurricane Chris
- Ian Axel
- J. Holiday (x2)
- Jack’s Mannequin (x2)
- Jadakis
- Jason Adler
- Jay Millz
- Jay-Z (x2)
- Jessey McCartny
- JoDee Meceena
- Johnnie Cash
- K-OS
- Kanye West
- Kelis
- Ke$ha
- Kiesha Kole (x2)
- Lady Gaga
- Lansdown
- Lil Charlotte
- Lil Chuckee
- Lil John (x3)
- Lil Scrappy
- Lil Twist
- Lil Wayne (x2)
- Lupe Fiasco
- Mack Mane
- Maroon 5
- Matt Duke
- Matt White
- Mike Pain
- MIMS
- MJG
- Nappy Boys
- Nas
- Ne-Yo
- Nelly (x2)
- New Boyz
- Nicki Minaj (x2)
- Ozumatli
- Panic! at the Disco
- Petey Pablo
- P!nk
- Plain White Tee’s
- Plies
- Pussy Cat Dolls
- R. Kelly
- Ra-el
- Ray Jay
- Raven Symone
- Rhymefest
- Rick Ross
- Rihanna
- Rilo Kiley
- Robyn
- Ryan Renolds
- Scissor Sisters
- Semi Precious Weapons
- Shania Twain
- Shop Boys (x2)
- Soulja Boy Tell Em
- St. Lunatics (x2)
- Steven Fiorri
- Sugarland
- Switchfoot
- T and the Get Down Stay Down
- T-Pain
- T-Streets
- Taking Back Sunday
- Terror Squad
- The Alliance
- The Audition
- The Format
- The Game
- The Johns
- The Real Deal
- The Receiving End of Sirens (TREOS)
- The Spill Canvas
- The Ulumni
- The Wilkonsons
- T.I. (x2)
- Tim McGraw (x2)
- Treasure Fingers
- Tyga
- We Are The Fury (x2)
- Ying Yang Twins
- Young Dro
- Young Jeezy (x2)
- Yung Berg
Obviously I had another amazing Halloween weekend so I thought I would do a little retrospective look at costumes I’ve worn over the past few years to see how I have grown/hopefully I am making better decisions now lol. Here is a look at some past decision I made the world suffer through.
Clearly this is not a Halloween costume. But one year we got snowed in to the Holiday Inn (yes that is a window completely under snow behind me)…not quite sure that I am as sexy as the Rockettes, but I think I managed to pull this look off.
Senior year I went the boyscout route….If I had to do it today it would be much tighter and much shorter…signs of growing up? or signs of becoming a whore?
And then there was the infamous year where I really tried to ‘be black’. Word to the wise. Costumes are fine and fun but never try to truly believe you are something that you are not. It ends up being a hot hot mess.
Middler year I’m fairly certain we went to a jungle party of some sort? And I randomly have an entire army uniform embroidered with my name lying around in my closet. I’m not sure how one obtains one of those but it clearly comes in handy 🙂 …exactly the reason I will never throw away my Hawaiian shirt MEGAN!
Last year I happened to be on a cruise off the coast of Spain. The cruise was amazing, but the mildly neglected to have a Halloween party…instead they opted to have a Michael Jackson themed night?!?! So questionable…I decided on dressing like my favorite drink. aka anything Electric Blue!!!
This year I decided to go with something simply and classy…aka I wanted to spend less then $5. I bought a sailor hat bleached some clothes and called it a day. I for one think I looked adorable; and even though I looked like a 14year old in hot pants I still got honked at, whistled at, and propositioned at a gas station…I must have been doing something right 😉
Hello Seattle…aka Welcome to the Vintage Gayborhood
It has been months but I have finally gotten back on track with my jet setting lifestyle. Megan and I decided to take a little weekend trip to Seattle. I use to live in Seattle when I was and this was definitely a whole different experience. I cannot wait to move back to the west coast to start my shoe empire! Any city that has combo imported coffee and wine bars is clearly a place I need to call home 🙂
With minimal planning it really was amazing how perfectly everything went. We inadvertently ended up staying in a mild crack den right downtown on the nicest street in the middle of the shopping district; well played. Once we arrived we hit the ground running with lunch at the best chowder restaurant at Pike Place Market…where obviously I got distracted and needed to buy a ‘Baja’ (hand woven native hoodie?) aka my first purchase leading to an inevitable cross country shopping spree.
Seattle has an incredible array of vintage shops that, unlike Boston, actually sell the lightly used items at discounted prices? Revolutionary, right? My favorite store (which we went to 3 times in 2 days, making me the 4square mayor of a store 3,000 miles away) was Le Frock. I legit saved thousands of dollars there on just a few items. The first, a pair of brown suede boots from Schmoove originally $250 for $52 so a decent bargain. They are a gorgeous pair of boots that with 10 buckles will definitely stand out in this city. Secondly, I purchased a pair of $600 Bally dress shoes for $78 :)…The biggest win of all however was my third pair of shoes from Le Frock. A pair of dark brown, double monk-strap Yves Saint Laurent loafers!!! I DIE!!! Originally $835…for a whopping $82!!!! I had one of the biggest shoegasms I had ever had. Megan definitely needed to keep me composed and cut me off. We also picked up a lovely over the shoulder going out bag and I tried to purchase scarves off the manicans in the window, but biatches were not having it. After all this excitement I was definitely ready for nap time.+
That evening we started out with dinner at a microbrewery…which we found to be eerily quite. Maybe it’s just because we’re use to the Boston Massholes yelling about their plans to get WAHHHSTTEDD later that evening…perhaps Seattlites are just a classier breed? At any rate I rocked a paddle full of beers (aka 6) and then we headed off to a supposedly phenomenal bar that Megan had yelped…and it absolutely did not disappoint. We went because the bar was located in an old converted morgue which would have been enough excitement for us…but little did we know…it was right smack dab in the middle of the GAYBORHOOD! and not only that but it was also a hip hop club! …that’s right…a Gay, Hip-hop, Morgue. Who could have guessed? All the drinks had gory names like John Doe, Murder, and Blood Orange and the altars and holy water basins were still standing in their original places adding to the trendy/creepy factor. Oh and to top it all off a $3 cover? What is that? Everything in Seattle was so much cheaper! I LOVE it!
The next day was committed to travel. We woke up early, obvi went to our local coffee shop, and then headed out to U Dub for a little creeping on grad school. The campus is gorgeous! Huge gothic buildings and a sprawling campus covered in purple and huskies. The perfect place for Megan to be…it is a mild version of her heaven.
While there we rocked another vintage shop and picked up a pair of Diesel sneakers for $7.99 and Meg got a purse for $5. Holler at good luck.
That evening was dedicated to culture. We took a cruise out to Tillicum Village on Blake Island in Pugut Sound. Once we arrived we were greeted with fresh clams and a traditional Native American Salmon bake over the coals. There was a full feast waiting for us inside. While we ate the Natives performed traditional tribal dances depicting their cultural values and beliefs. Truly a beautiful site. It was a phenomenal departure from my average Saturday night, but i would take these once in a lifetime experiences over HOB or CC any day [not that I don’t love all of you :)]
Sunday always and forever will = brunch. On this weeks agenda…brunch in the Space Needle at SkyCity. A lavish restaurant perched over 600 feet above the ground, and btw it also rotates. That’s right. During brunch you spin around 540′ viewing everything from the mountains, to the bay, to downtown. Endlessly amazing views, course after course of delectable food…and only mild nausea while drinking vanilla-basil lemon drops spinning backwards.
The rest of the day was spent reliving my childhood at the Pacific Science Center and playing in the butterfly garden :). And of course having a bar crawl at the air port…so classy.
GILTy as Charged! aka Cha-Ching!
So here it is…My own “Confessions of a Shopaholic” moment.
As my mother delivered my 73rd pair of shoes too me (gorgeous new Nike shox so I can get my marathon on) on my family’s trip to Boston last weekend I couldn’t help but
be overwhelmed. Most people are excited to receive a free pair of shoes…and don’t get me wrong I was ecstatic…but where in the world do you put your 73rd pair???
There is not a single inch of my room (other than my bed which is already doubling as shoe storage) that is used for living. I LIVE IN A GIANT CLOSET!!! Not only did my parents bring me new shoes but they also brought up some coats I had lying around their Baltimore home (and my brother brought a few from the Florida home) 23 in total…this prompted me to have to buy yet another rack of clothing to shove in to my room…it is official I NOW LIVE IN A DEPARTMENT STORE. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining and I am not going to get rid of anything…I just thought this would be a poignant time in my life to look at my addiction. The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one right? So I’ve decided to take on the easiest target. Giltman.com. The source of my work lunch break entertainment. Gilt has been a constant guilty pleasure for me over the last few months so I needed to take this time to lay out all my purchases in one place and explain them to myself, and the world, to get a better handle on the situation at hand. If asked about their closets most of my friends would say, “I have a lot of clothes.” But no bitches, I HAVE A LOT OF CLOTHES!”
If you know me you know I dream of starting a shoe company after college is over somewhere on the west coast. This is the root of many of my purchases as I like to buy new and exciting designs to try to hone in on what ‘my’ style of shoe should be when I start production. I want a clear vision for my line so I see most of my shopping as research (aka problem numero uno).
FYI: I APOLOGIZE NOW FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS POST, BUT THE EXTENT OF MY ADDICTION TO FASHION IS QUITE SEVERE.
First purchase on March 29th…the beginning of the downfall. John Varvatos Distressed Leather Venetian Loafers in Clove aka teal. I had been lusting after these shoes in countless states and countries all year, but simply could just not justify a $300 boat shoe. Then one day the seas parted and heaven called down to me…the shoes were there for $108 and only left in my size!!! Hallelujah! In a matter of 2 minutes my account was created and the shoes were in a box on their way to me. This was just too easy and way too much fun for me to quit here. Somehow I could hold down a full-time job and get my daily Newbury-esq shopping experience without loosing my evenings. And from then on it would be like coming home to presents, wrapped especially for me, at least once a week.
In the beginning phases of my GILT addiction I started to experiment with new brands to open my eyes to new fashion magic and missteps. The concept of navy corduroy shorts from Mountain Khakis was exciting but when I put them on I felt like I belonged in the hills of Germany with the von Trapp family…not a sexy look…put for some reason the shopaholic in me needed to keep the shorts anyways.
I also ordered a pair of stone colored shorts from Mountain Khakis but unfortunately they oversold and the product never got shipped too me. GILT, however, is AMAZING when there is a situation in which they make a mistake. GILT refunded me for my order and also gave my account a credit for the original value of the order…so essentially I made money off their mistake. LOVE IT!!!
One of the best investments I have made in my entire LIFE are these Green (I would say teal) skinny jeans from Marc Jacobs. They arrived just in time for my 21st birthday and looked fierce with a grey military inspired button up from Express and gray boots from Zara. I have been obsessed with these pants ever since! They have made many appearances at the club and as capris when out strolling the streets or grabbing a post-work cocktail 🙂
Quite possibly my strangest purchase…yet something I strongly felt (and still feel) needed to be done…is this pair of Royal Black/Navy L’Otto Velvet sneakers from Gourmet. Gourmet is one of my favorite sneaker brands. They are known for their odd eye-catching designs which is imperative for a shoe to make it in to my current collection. Now I firmly believe in something being so ugly it is beautiful again but these might be beyond saving. Like really…a high top, crushed velvet sneaker, with a heel?!?!? What was I, and what were they, thinking?
On to my better purchasing decisions. I discovered a company called Zuriick on GILT (this happens to be the JACK JACK model). They are a small (yet rapidly growing) sneaker company out of Salt Lake City started in 2005 with simple designs and their signature contrasting purple soles. As a company they are a great inspiration to me, a budding shoe designer, and I am an avid supporter of their work…as you will see my many purchases throughout this post…and the fact that I bought 4 of their shoe during my first purchase and you will see me rocking them all over the city . What I love about this particular pair is their twist on the classic high-top. A combo of laces and velcro finished with quality leather makes this shoe stand out even though its done in muted colors.
The Zuriick BEATA sneaker features a trendy neon green piping around each piece of the shoe and works as a casual going out boot.
The Zuriick KETTLE sneaker is a unique zip up high top that I get questions about every where I go. Not everyone knows if they like them or not but they definitely get me noticed.
The Zuriick JAKOB sneaker was my 4th and final purchase of my first order with their company. Yet another unique design with understated tones and a pop of color. Incredibly comfortable sneakers that match just about any outfit with light blue or black. You can dress them up, dress them down, take them clubbing or to the grocery store. A truly versatile shoe.
This next purchase is mildly a sore subject for me as it drudges up one bad memory after the other…yet I never regret, always look forward, and try to only remember the happy times…Alas this is not about my feelings toward the individual whom I gave this product, but the product its self and my experience with it. This Noir Pyramid Spike Ring was absolutely gorgeous and getting it for 80% off retail value was an absolute steal. It fit perfectly with *she who shall not be named’s* sense of style and blended seamlessly with the much pricier items that she was known to wear. Another great, stylish, quality, and CHEAP purchase…so an overall WIN for sure.
I decided that I had, had enough shoe buying for that week and to take a departure in to pant for a few days. My first bottoms selection happened to be this pair of ‘David’ jeans by COMUNE. They are just perfect for someone of my proportions. It is hard to find a well tailored, structured jean for us skinny kids and this one happened to be the right amount of fitted without being emo that I was looking for. Also a huge win is that they are Olive…in case you haven’t heard…OLIVE WILL BE HUGE THIS FALL!!! So get on it kiddies and snatch up all the olive jackets, pants, shoes, and accessories you get your little paws on.
I was so happy with my first COMUNE purchase of the week that I decided it was necessary to purchase a pair of their ‘Braydon’ Jeans in the hopes of making the perfect jean short. To say I was less than thrilled when they arrived would be an understatement. How someone managed to make a pair of pants that won’t fit over my legs boggles, and perplexes, me still too this day. If your clothes are too small to fit me…WHO THE HELL IS YOUR TARGET MARKET??? I agree that even the anorexic should be well dressed, but do they really need their own line of jeans? You are just promoting the disease which I find shameful. I returned these bad boys as soon as they arrived and GILT was even quicker about crediting my account so I let this fashion faux pas slide (FYI GILT sends you free shipping labels so you don’t have to pay for a thing).
One of the most fantastic purchasing decisions I have made is this pair of Gordon Rush Vintage Leather Ankle Boots. Yes they look like horses hooves but for me that is all part of the appeal. The died toe and hand distressed leather makes the shoes extremely unusual and stand out amongst the masses of boots that traipse up and down Newbury Street every day…a word to the wise though, scuff them up before taking them out for a spin. Gordon Rush shoes frequently feature and all leather sole…while this is gorgeous it is not always practical. If you don’t scour the leather for a bit before taking a walk you are likely to slip and bust your ass while sliding down Mission Hill (not that I would ever do such a classless thing haha). Thank god I managed to pull this maneuver off and pop right back up in a rare moment where I was the only one on the hill.
This is by far one of the silliest things I have done with my hard-earned pay check. These New Balance 996 Beaded Running Sneakers appear normal at first and have the signature pop of neon coloring I am known for. All seems fine. But wait, you’re right, I did say Beaded Running Sneakers right? I assume these sneakers were inspired by beaded Jamaican hair while their designer was lounging on a tropical vacation? But it is definitely not something that should be found on a shoe. The beads located on the laces of these shoes make them pretty much just a joke. But lord knows since they include my favorite color in the world ELECTRIC BLUE I simply just could not return them once they showed up on my door step…I was in LOVE.
We have now reached the worst purchase I have made from GILT…a Blue Water Fish Pillow from Zodax…everyone who has had the pleasure of sleeping in my bed knows that I am OBSESSED with pillows…however never have I gone as far as to purchase a ‘designer pillow’. WTF does a 21-year-old college student need with designer pillows? A bottle of Grey Goose would have been a much smarter purchase. But I digress, this pillow was a spur of the moment purchase because GILT had sent me FREE MONEY. That’s right. Free Money. GILT had noticed that I hadn’t made my normal weekly purchase of at least $50 so they sent me an email granting me a free $25 dollar gift card to come back to their site and an apology if they had done anything wrong to make me turn away…obviously I was back on the band wagon.
In my quest to discover my true shoe aesthetic I decided to make a few purchases from Generic Surplus. Their modern yet overly simple shoe styles really caught my eye. Even their naming choices are simple such as this Canvas Cap Toe Mid Top Sneaker. I enjoy the shoes I bought from them, but can never seem to find an occasion to wear them. They never seem to go quite right with shorts yet don’t stand out against my normally colorful pant selections. However this first pair are Olive so I knew they would be a Fall essential for me.
My other Generic Surplus purchase was this Grey Suede Low Top Sneaker. I found it to be an interesting twist on your every day Converse-esq sneaker, however, Converse’s are 10x more comfortable so I will just stick with them.
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This is the BEST winter sneaker find ever (apart from my fur-lined Puma’s of course). Converse Chuck Taylor Buffalo Plaid High-tops! That’s right. These beauties are made out of flannel! I know have the feat of a lumberjack! Warm and stylish….who would have thought? I actually made a functional purchase 🙂
Online one day at lunch I noticed these phenomenal low boots from Love Thy Neighbour. Called ‘The Kicks’ these shoes are an Acid Pink color that I have never seen before. They surely are unique and a great addition to my collection, but they are absolutely impossible to keep clean…but blase blase I LOVE THEM.
These are by far the most stand out item that I have found on GILT. They are conceptually amazing. These are L’Dicinove Leather Sneakers by Gourmet. They are composed of a memory foam inner sole for comfort, a high-top leather boat shoe design, and baseball glove lacing on the sides. There are so many layers to these shoes yet they remain functionable and wearable. I don’t find many occasions to wear them, but when I do I always get stopped by a sneaker-head wanting to know where these came from because they look like limited edition extremely expensive kicks.
Veering away from shoe collecting for a hot minute I stumbled upon an amazing brand called Sunday Rocks. There clothes are built primary for comfort than style, and the brand executes both flawlessly. The first shirt I purchased from them is this Bamboo Deep V-Neck T-Shirt. I find Bamboo to be one of the most luxurious fabrics in the world, and while the shirts may cost more than your average t-shirt they are totally worth it. People often go to cotton as their go-to comfort fabric, however I find that fabrics made from trees end up serving you the best. All of my sheets are made of Beach Wood fibers and accompany my love of pillows phenomenally.
My second purchase from Sunday Rocks was this bright Green Bamboo Henley. A much-needed pop of color for my winter wear. NEWS FLASH…ATTENTION BOSTONIANS!!! THERE ARE OTHER COLORS TO ROCK IN WINTER OTHER THEN GREY AND BLACK!!! Adding color to your winter wardrobe will definitely get you noticed and put a smile on whomever’s face you meet that night.
I was in shock when I saw the John Varvatos Distressed Leather Venetian Loafers back on GILT for the second time so I had to snag another pair in this fun and unexpected cantaloupe color.
Once again with these Fred Perry Checkered Sneakers I was overwhelmed with the urge to purchase something that was Electric Blue but they are definitely an everyday wearable shoe when walking around the city. They remind me of an updated, classier version of the classic Vans…which I can just not condone rocking.
My most recent shoe purchase from GILT found me revisiting my LOVE for Zuriick’s sensibilities. This time I needed to grab the Alpha Beata Sneakers that I had been swooning over during the first Zuriick sale when my size had been sold out. They are an EXCELLENT clubbing shoe because they are black which requires little maintenance and you can be worry free about anyone stepping on your toes and you shake your ass on the platforms. They also feature neon blue lacing and neon yellow eyelets which show up fantastically under the black lights of the night.
One rainy day at the office I found myself day dreaming about yesteryear and my life in Florida. This led me to my next purchase. Yet another pair of sunglasses (don’t even get me started on my sunglass collection…that is a whole other blog entirely). Now most everyone in my life would advise me to never spend another dollar on sunglasses due to my overwhelming collection, but being naive to my ways my wonderful coworker Big Red helped me pick out these gems. I had never heard of Linda Farrow but I fell in love with their Raf Simons classes from their Luxe line instantly. I DIE for gun-metal. These glasses are a crazy twist on the classic aviator frame and a great way to stick out from the crowd of police glasses and wayfarer frames. They have twisted layers of wire making up the frame that surround two classically shaped aviator lenses. Definitely not a style everyone can pull off, they really deserve an outfit, but I think I do an admirable job.
My last and on of my more ghastly purchases…which led to me realizing I had a problem and ultimately writing this blog…are these ‘Easy Slim Sweat Pants’ by Beta Unit in a Pixel Gray print. Who do you know in the world that wears fashion sweat pants??!?!?! Sweat pants are ment for lounging and relaxing. There is no need to buy a fitted skinny sweat pant, let alone one that is patterned. Who do I think I am??? I see someone like Orlando Bloom who is photographed every time he steps out of his house to grab the paper possibly needing something like this…but me? REALLY? Yall are really going to have to put in work and make sure to photograph me at all moments to make this purchase worth it. I appreciate the help.
So overall In the past 4 months (give or take a few days) I have made 19 orders totaling $1,425.05 including the $141.05 spent on shipping alone. I don’t want to mislead anyone in to thinking that Gilt is my only shopping venue. I would estimate that Gilt is a mere 1/3 of my shopping fun…that means an estimated $4,500 since I’ve started co-op has been adding to my already outlandish collections of clothing, shoes, sunglasses, underwear, and bags.
***if you are now interested in GILT please let me know so I can invite you so I can get $25 with your free purchase. Gotta Hustle Hard to KEEP THE ADDICTION ALIVE.
***also as this is being posted I am buying another pair of Zuriick Jack Jack’s in Aqua :)….
When Does a Mess Stop Being Hot?
So Wednesday and Thursday were pretty average by all accounts. Went to Masa to finish out Restaurant Week 2010,
obviously had to drop more money at the Allsaints sale
, and watched the classic American film, Mean Girls. But, starting Friday circa 4:30pm with some lovely home made Lemon Drop Martinis and Pineapple Mojitos on the deck, I teetered the line between entertaining hot mess and unsavably drunk for approximately 60 hours. Aka I had a GREAT weekend.
Friday was an amazing evening without mess or drama spent with 4 amazing people. There was the standard McFadden’s happy hour, but then in all our drunken glory we decided to go to Atlantic Beer Garden and actually sit down and talk to one another instead of shouting over loud bass. Those are my favorite types of evenings….where you actually enjoying being friends with the friends you went out with. Such a novel idea. It was all topped off with a trip down memory lane to NY Pizza which is still the same shit show it was freshman year, as it should be.
…then came Saturday…it started out subdued enough with a nice bbq drinking and shopping trip. I was pretty tired but still excited to go to the Scissor Sisters concert that night at House of Blues (which btw was AMAZING!!!) I didn’t perk up until the Scissor Sisters themselves tweeted at me and told me I had won two tickets to that nights show which prompted a fury of calling every gay male in Boston seeing if they were in town or didn’t already have tickets, and so the excitement began. I had a perfectly respectable dinner at Cambridge 1 and a few drinks, but then made the executive decision to go to Tequila Rain for one of their frozen yard drinks…a horrible idea at 6:30 in the afternoon. After finishing those and a shot here and there we went to pick up my extra tickets and learned that the Scissor Sisters wouldn’t be taking the stage until 8pm….so it was back to Tequila for round 2…any night that involves going to Tequila Rain twice is bad bad news.
The Scissor Sisters concert was just as gay, flamboyant, and over the top as you would expect it to be. With lethar, lace, spandex, glitter, and confetti everywhere! To add to the concert excitement when I went to get yet another drink during the show I met Preston from the Real World . We chatted it up at the bar for a hot minute and I managed to not be that messy so that was a win for sure.
After the concert I meandered to Mass Ave and proceeded to make plans to have Thanksgiving with a random man in Chicago while finishing a two liter bottle of wine (example of my stellar decision making skills)…then proceeded to return to House of Blues to meet up with some of my best friends for some dancing action. As I proceeded to enjoy some more gin and tonics I decided that it would be best for the group if we all were grinding on one of the platforms, so up the four of us went. A few minutes in a rather intense muscle/water buffalo looking man slapped my ass and asked for a dance…now I have this rule that if someone asks me for a dance I will give them one song no matter who it is (because I know I would be upset if someone turned me down)…now combined with this rule of thumb I also have this habit of making out with someone when I’m dancing with them…the rule and habit obviously do not always coincide with decisions that I should be making. Never the less I decided to invite the water buffalo on stage with us and proceeded to make out with him…just then my moral compass kicked in and I decided that this was most likely a bad idea as
he began to tell me that he was a “power bottom” and “ready to fuck when I was”…so I used my ever so AMAZING human shield DSL…the meat head did not get the picture and asked if he could cut in, at which point I decided making out with one of my best friends would be a good tactic…fail…then I said DSL was my boyfriend to which thebloated man decided to tell DSL he was going to kick his ass if he didn’t let him dance with me….not sure how we eventually got out of the situation but it just was not productive in the least bit.
I woke up alone in my own bed Sunday morning…which was for the best…and I could tell that I had made it too 7 11 all by myself the night before which I was pretty proud of. As I struggled on the couch Sunday morning reliving the night in even more detail then can be typed with MER and DSL, MER gave me some sage advice…”ALSO YOU SHOULD NOT MAKE OUT WITH EVERYONE YOU DANCE WITH.”….if only I had learned this Freshman year so many issues in life could have been avoided.
So in light of my life being a constant lavish hot mess…I ask you this America…when does a mess stop being hot? As long as someone is entertained and no one gets hurt is it ok to just rock doing whatever you please? or are there really points when you should reign it in a little? I don’t live for regret so I personally never feel bad or awkward but what do I say when my kids ask me about my college days???
Life is a Runway by DHSivad 
