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!
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.
