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 
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???
Sady Gets a Nose Job, a Taste of the Feuding Brothers, and Heavenly Shopping
The first 17 Hours of Monday were definitely not my favorite experience ever. After a long fruitless day of working on things that I’m still not sure that I can explain my love Sady decided she was over being flawless. In a slightly less then thrilling 4 car pile-up at the intersection of Newbury and Mass Ave I ended up slamming in to the back of a truck after the 3 cars in front of me merged in to each other and caused a giant cluster fuck. Everyone decided that in no way was any of it my fault so I’m not liable for anything which is key and we all moved on our way. And hey Sady’s owner has broken his nose 3 times and I still look good. So I’m sure she’ll bounce back.
Alas, back to the purpose of all this and what makes this city amazing, starting at precisely 5:30 every bit of the evening that followed was absolutely delightful. Megan and I managed to snag the last Restaurant Week reservation for Sibling Rivalry on Tremont. This restaurant has intrigued me for quite some time as a popular, and trendy, staple of the South End and I had to see what it was all about. The selection for restaurant week was massive compared to most other restaurants in the city and every choice had complexity in purpose which was also astounding. The concept is that the two brothers have their own style and they compete by creating completely dissimilar food using the same ingredients giving the diner endless pairing options. I ended up choosing the Vietnamese Crispy Fried Squid Green Papaya, duck Cracklings, Cilantro and Lime-Chili Dipping Sauce; Seared Long Island Duck Breast, Whipped Sweet Potato, Cipollini Onions and Sour Cherries; and the Honey Mascarpone Crepes with Caramel Sauce and Fresh Blueberries. Dinner was accompanied by a fantastic blue cocktail that I obviously ordered for color and have no idea what was in it. The decor of the restaurant was the only thing that fell flat for me. I expected more bold choices to highlight the ‘rivalry’ between the two chefs, but there was a very muted color pallet and pleasantry to the whole aesthetic that didn’t seem to compliment the whole concept to me.
After dinner we took a very necessary walk through the heinous wind to Allsaints Spitafields. When I lived abroad this was one of my favorite stores and I was so happy when I returned home and the store came back from Britain with me . Even though it is now so much more accessible my addiction has not subsided; especially right now with their up to 70% off sale! I went in for boots that I had seen the other day but 30 mins and $220 dollars later I came out with a few extra gems. And hey it should have cost over $500 so that’s a win right?
One of my favorite pieces I have bought from Allsaints in quite some time is this 3/4 Length Sleeved Button Up. It will definitely be seen in a club near you soon!
Second happy find was this white tank top with neon internal organs printed. Odd and neon. Absolutely my style. I will be rocking it with my hand made leather jacket from Florance this Fall when I go on my weekend shopping/cocktail trips down Newbury.
Finally the real reason I needed to brave the weather for Allsaints! The Boots! They were down to $120 from $260 so it was a necessary 72nd addition to my small shoe museum. They work for fashion with skinny jeans and for work if I actually lace them up and wear them inside my pants which is a win, because no one really looks good in winter boots but I finally managed to find some fashionable ones; after much searching abroad all I needed to do was go to Newbury! Who knew?
That’s all for my adventures around the great city of Boston for yesterday! I will continue to be an extravagant, hot mess so I can continue to entertain yall.
Stay absolutely fabulous and never spend the night in! Get out and live!
Because Winters Coming and You’re Getting Ashy
Just an FYI. It will be winter in Boston in approximately 23 days. That means your skin is going to dry out, get flaky, and render you generally unattractive…unless…you go to Sabon on Newbury and fight back against the dry skin now…so that people will still love you.
They have amazing body scrubs and lotions that will leave your skin smooth and silky and smelling amazing! I highly suggest the Lemon Mint body scrub made with Dead Sea salt crystals combined with almond and soy bean oils. The salts are mineral rich and are perfect for revealing new and radiant skin. Follow the scrub up with one of their great lotion tubes (which by the way are unisex…rock the Lavender Apple) and no body will be able to resist you.
Don’t believe me? Head to their store at 129 Newbury Street and take part in their complementary hand washing and you wont stop thinking about their products until you purchase everything. And hey you mine as well stop by and sign up for their mailing list, you get a free product just for giving them your email. I chose the Ginger Orange shower oil and couldn’t be happier when I lathered up with it after my run in the rain last night.
