Monthly Archives: March 2013

Lazy Sunday: 31 March

Happy Easter, if you’re doing that today. Happy Day-Before-Half-Priced-Chocolates if you aren’t. Enjoy these either way.

  • Do I need a $200 padded bra dryer? Maybe.
  • The Culture Kitchen didn’t make it, but as Good points out, this would be easily reproduced in many, many places. Let’s do it, shall we?
  • Foppish boys, ignore the mean comments! 2013 is the Year of the Well-Dressed Man!
  • Again from the New York Times blog, but this time about antiquarian books in Canada.
  • I am not going to complain in April. Join me! I’m serious.
  • I have a low-grade permacrush on Rob Lowe and a serious-business hatred of the word “literally” so I don’t know what to do with this.
  • Hello, youth of France? Are you okay? I’m worried.
  • Oh, I just…I…yes. This. Trip Advisor, you’re on notice, I guess.
  • Mississippi, my former home, is like a trashy cousin. I can make fun of her, but if you do, I will gut you like a fish. Leave me alone, The Onion.
  • Short and excellent fiction. FO FREE FIFTY.
  • This sums up most of my unreasonable fears pretty nicely.

Read away, babies.

Piling On

So you agree? You think you're really pretty?

So you agree? You think you’re really pretty?

Have you heard about this? That Princeton ladies need to “find husbands” on campus or…else…something terrible happens to them? I realize everyone is talking about this article, but I wanted to hear what y’all think about it. This isn’t really about Princeton, per se- my oldest friend in the whole world went there and is a perfectly nice, humble, sweet person who doesn’t think she’s better than you (although she’s really great and probably is). What it is about is why on earth women in this day and age are advising each other to define themselves with wherever their husbands spent time ages 18-22.

What do you think? Obviously, the waters of the dating pond are pretty choppy, but um…is it that bad? Am I delusional or something? What do you think?

Everything I Like

And all in one place. Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola did this sexy, cute, fun, compelling commercial for Prada in three parts.

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Tres…something, non?

Jon Michael and Kirstan’s Engagement

Before I say anything else, I feel I should tell you I am not engaged, but my friend is! His new fiancee and I share the same name, and he enlisted me to help him plan and execute the proposal he’d been dreaming of. He probably picked me to help him because we have the same name. They’re a little shy, so I’m not including photos of them, but after the jump, check out some of the photos!

Pretty pretty, Jon Michael!

Pretty pretty, Jon Michael! Ring was custom-made for Kirstan by an Etsy artist.

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The Freakin’ Weekend

Please pay off.

Please pay off.

I’ve got a full weekend, y’all. Heading to Evansville to pick up my grandmother’s classic Camaro, hosting a HUGE Motherlodge event (come! for free!), cheering on my sister’s alma mater in the NCAA tournament, helping to host a massive Good Friday seafood feast, dyeing 10 dozen eggs, going to I think five to ten brunches, and working in several very long and hard workouts before it’s all said and done. What are you up to? Tell me!

Happy Hour: 21st Amendment Hell or High Watermelon Wheat

Sorry if half-eaten food is kind of gross to you, but you need to see this.

It's not THAT gross. You eat food, too.

It’s not THAT gross. You eat food, too.

Picked up the 21st Amendment Hell or High Watermelon Wheat beer on a visit to Mission Chinese this weekend and I am here to tell you this is the feel-good hit of the summer. I am growing pretty weary of this endless-winter-snow-flurries-seeing-your-breath-at-noon nonsense, so I decided to ignore the weather and get a fruity summer beer. This definitely worked (it’s warm now), sort of like pretending to ignore boys so they’ll notice you was a very effective strategy in middle school.

Crisp, dry, and very light on the melon- this drinks like a dream and has a pretty low ABV (4.9%), so you can have more than one. I personally loathe getting a fruit beer that tastes more like Hawaiian Punch (and no disrespect to HP, but there’s a time and a place for everything), so I was pretty delighted to try this.

Also, it kept my mouth from igniting during lunch, so that was also a plus.

I looked around on the internet for where you can pick it up, but came up short, so I guess for now you can buy it on eBay by the can. Do you know where to get this? Are you into it? Into fruit beer generally? Tell me.

Breakthroughs in Event Design Technology

Photo via The Cut.

Photo via The Cut.

So, wedding season is upon me, and as much as I love and adore my clients (I! REALLY! DO!), man, I get tired of weddings every weekend for several months on end. It’d be so fun to break it up a little with some of these fetes. Contact me for my Starter Baby Shower rates.