I'm having quite a time collecting my shit today, so I am joining in the Random Tuesday fun that is hosted by the Un Mom. ( I love Chad and Kat's random thoughts every Tuesday, so check out theirs, too, if you get a chance because I think you'll like what they cough up. ;) Here goes:
I was in New York City this weekend for my favorite cousin's wedding. I'm a little miffed that the photograph to the left is the only record of what I thought was a pretty smokin' hot ensemble. Being the photographer, I should be used to not having photos of myself, but I when I put some effort into trying to look good? I want the satisfaction of looking back at the photographs for verification or a reality check.
My vanity and ego were both rampantly out of control this weekend. I feel bad about that. But....
Due to poor planning, I ended up without my flat-iron and with the wrong hair products to tame my curly hair (that was suffering in the heat, I might add). This frizz -problem resulted in my having to go to the Elizabeth Arden Hair Salon around the corner from our hotel for a "wash & style." Which resulted in my hair looking so fabulous that the girl doing my hair insisted I get a "complimentary" make-up refresher. Which resulted in my not being able to resist getting fake eyelashes applied when the make-up lady offered them to me at a discounted rate. Which ended up making my trip to the salon more expensive than a pretty fab new pair of shoes, but slightly less than a night at the hotel. This will end up with my husband giving me a look, like "Are you fucking insane?" followed by, "I wasn't even there to enjoy it!!" It really was a shame that he missed those lashes.... they were hawt. (Click the photo--- you can see how lustrous and thick they are, I swear. ;)
At the wedding reception, I got two sentences into my toast and started to cry. Miraculously (truly, considering my track record with this sort of thing), I was able to recover and made it through the whole speech. Hooray for marriage (and hooray for Bulliet Bourbon, which totally had my back on this)!!!!
For the record: Any wedding that stocks Bulliet Bourbon as the hand-selected bourbon of choice is the TOPS. Best. Wedding. Ever. (And, yes, thank you very much for noticing, that IS the booze talking.)
Speaking of marriage, I just heard that Prop8 got upheld by the CA Supreme Court. Excuse my language, but WHAT THE FUCK? How can two people getting married to each other matter so much to the haters? I just don't get it. In my mind, it only strengthens the idea/institution of marriage because it would confirm that love and life partnerships are valued, not just as a religious or civil union, but as a treasured part of our humanity. THUMBS DOWN.
This dress here, to the left? It is made out of PAPER!!! How awesome is that? I saw it in the window of this store called Kate's Paperie. If I wasn't moving soon, I would've spent all that salon money here. Fact of the matter is, though, I have a problem when it comes to purchasing paper products. Some people buy shoes, some ladies get purses,.... my weak spot is paper. I have a drawer in my office that is filled with awesome cards for every occasion. I have a file cabinet with 2 drawers filled with stamps and stamp pads. I have more calligraphy equipment than any sane person who isn't a calligrapher by trade should have. I have paper of every poundage and color and texture for any drawing or painting or stamping or writing or folding that you can imagine. It is -truly- bordering on a sickness. It all started when I was little and collected stickers.
See this guy =====>
That is just funny. (Funny strange, not funny ha-ha.)
Wanna see something funnier? Check out the hilarious customer reviews for this rockin' three wolf t-shirt. Just scroll down. Trust me, you will hooooooooooowwwwwwwl with laughter. (I promise it is way funnier than that super lame pun. *~*