Champagne Bubble About Town
It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it, and how I look when I do it and say it.
This was part of a installment of paintings featuring black crows against a golden canvas that a man I knew made once. I bought one of the crows when I was in college and I have loved it for years. It came into my life during a period where the colors black and gold seemed the most prominent and held a lot of meaning. Or perhaps it was because I was turning 21 that night and wanted to own a tangible piece of art that could spark a conversation and ignite a story behind the purchase. I like to think it was a little bit of both. And when I woke up the next morning horrifically hungover because all I ate the night before was a bunch of birthday cupcakes combined with too much vodka, I saw the painting and knew at least one smart decision came out of that night.
New Order Age of Consent
Hello, man of my dreams.
The most hilarious moment in my entire working career will always and forever be awarded to this one summer in high school when I worked at Subway. I had a coworker Michelle whose sister was getting married and the ceremony was going to be ridiculous and over the top with well over 100 guests invited and held at this fancy-schmancy Catholic church in my parent’s neighborhood.
Michelle drops the bomb that the cake alone was $5000, and my other coworker Amanda (perpetually high all the time, she was great) is horrified, “$5000 for a cake? Shit, for my wedding I’ll just make something out of a Duncan Hines cake box.”
I still don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life. The Duncan Hines wedding cake standard still stands pretty high on how I figure my own (one day, who knows when) nuptials to be. In my head, my ideal wedding is spontaneous and just happens on a minute’s notice. No drawn out engagement, no series of pre-marriage photos, no invitations or venue booked or even alerting my parents in advance. Let’s just dress up, say “I do” one afternoon/evening, take a few pictures, and go out to drink after. And change the Facebook statuses. Magical.
So yes, I am a big advocate for Vegas-style weddings.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
I swear by this swimsuit above all over swimwear. I like to pair the two piece with wedges and my red lipstick with this one pair of red and white sunglasses I have. It’s how I do the beach/pool! Plus it makes my cleavage look like I actually have some which is no easy feat. Run, don’t walk, to buy this swimsuit.
