July 2009
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A new blog to follow
My blogging platform, tumblr has an interesting phenomenon. People seem to be setting up blogs left, right and center that have the title f*ckyeah[insert their topic here].tumblr.com.
I have never been interested in any of them.**
Until…..
F*CK YEAH VESPAS!
** This is a lie. There is a f*uck yeah blog about Bradley Cooper. I may have looked once or twice.
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Re-enactment of The Hangover
John is flying to Vegas tonight to meet up with two San Francisco buddies for the weekend. He has been trying to convince our friend Marc for weeks to join them in Vegas. Marc finally relented and booked a flight. Why? He watched The Hangover.
God help them all.
A Vespa update
On Tuesday night I wore heels on my Vepsa.
Tonight.
I wear heels and a short dress.
It could get interesting.
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I wanted to do shoes which are really just shoes for seduction. For pleasure....
– Christian Louboutin (via hautelikecouture)
This might be the most perfect statement of all times.
(via emphasisadded)
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The List
John’s Dad rang this morning to find out who is ahead of him in the list of Winston’s Top 5 favorite people. I confirmed that he is Number 3, with only John and me ahead of him. Number 4 and 5 are my super and my porter. Winston goes crazy for those guys.
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Vespa Riding Update
I’m pretty much awesome at riding the Vespa now. So much so, I now ride wearing my 4 inch heels. My test is scheduled for the end of August. I probably won’t wear 4 inch heels to the test.
Movie Time
I’ve decided that if it rains at all over the next few days, I am going to go see a movie. Alone. I’ve never done that before.
I have, however, been to a Broadway Show by myself. Which is infinitely more weird.
Anyway, I’m thinking Food Inc or 500 Days of Summer. What should I go see?
Canada
I love spending weekends at the cottage in Canada. As John pointed out to me, we are pretty certain the dog likes it even more than we do. Here’s why.
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Please let me break out my tiny violin.
– Jen. This was the start of her email rant to me yesterday :-)