Guess who's back from the big city, y'all?

Monday, 8 October 2012

Heyyyy there, lovers! How you doin'?

How amazing is PLL? Love that girl to pieces and loved her takeover while I was busy gallivanting through the concrete jungle. Big thanks to her for that amazing post!

We left Friday morning and got back late last night. I'm the brilliant girl who is sitting at work this morning when I should have taken the day off. Who goes to work on Columbus Day after getting in late the night before from vacation? Dumb.

Anyways... let's recap the trip, shall we?

Day 1:

1. Just headed to the terminal at the airport. 2. My NYC polish of choice was Butter London Wallis. 3. 10am beer at the airport - because it's vacation and you can get away with that. 4. Calming the birthday boy with a smooch because he hates flying.

1. We had a fancy not-yellow car service pick us up when we landed at JFK. 2. We are happy people to be in the citayyyy finally. 3. The drive from JFK was a special treat for C - my country boy was amused at New York life. 4. The car service texted me... I was amused.

1. Room view from the front door. 2. Room view from the other side. 3. Our view... I miss it already. Womp womp. 4. The potty flusher makes you choose between whether you went #1 or #2... Yes, I took a picture because this shit is hilar.

1. C and his $20 whiskey martini. 2. Me and my $20 extra dirty vodka martini... These martinis did not have magical powers, as I was assuming they would from the price tag. Oh, New York. 3. We got the lowdown on some dive bars from a nice bartender... which meant we found $2 drinks and were happy little peoples. 4. We walked passed Guy's restaurant. I got totally excited.

I found the broadway show I belong in.

Fun fact: I was hammered drunk in this photo. You're welcome.

Day 2:

1. I don't get fancied up ever - so I was excited to see that I'm capable of cleaning up nicely still. Whatevs. 2. We went to Canal Street - aka. China Town... this is a table full of bongs and other paraphernalia. Awesome. 3. C's fancy faux watch he got in China Town. 4. Some of my China Town goods... I went a little cray. I couldn't help myself, it's been like a month 8 years since I've shopped for myself.

1. We had lunch in Little Italy. 2. Sangria and pasta covered in cheese... we are happy. 3. The sign said "Voted #1 Best Cannoli in New York!" so obvi I needed to test their honesty. They didn't lie... oh, no they did not. 4. Obligatory photo of booze for Instagram, duh.

1. In the cab on the way to Battery Park... I may have been feeling good thanks to that sangria. 2. There's the statue of liberty, which we collaboratively decided was not worth waiting in a line 2 miles long to see any closer. Boom. 3. We hung around Battery Park for a couple hours.. it was beautiful out and nice to actually just sit and relax. Who knew that people sitting in a park doesn't just happen in movies? 4. This crazy thing played whistle sounds when you stomp on it... we were totally intrigued by it. 

1. Saturday night we got all dressed up and fancy to go see the broadway show Jersey Boys. 2. Coolest table of life at a bar we walked by.... I need one of these in my life. 3. The view from our awesome seats at the broadway show... C hooked it up! 4. Double wine in a plastic cup with a straw... I was right at home.

Jersey Boys was AMAZING. Simply AMAZING.

Day 3:

We spent 98% of our last day in New York hopping from bar to bar... mostly because the traffic was too crazy for us to get to any of the places we wanted to go. No complaints from me... beer flights, mimosas, bloody mary's... I love a good Sunday Funday. The big city did not disappoint.

And when we got home at 10:45 last night.... SURPRISE!!! The house was decorated with balloons and cupcakes and all kinds of fun things for the exhausted birthday boy. 

And now I'm going to look through all of our pictures again because I'm so sad I'm not sitting in our hotel's restaurant eating complementary breakfast, preparing for another day in the city. I fell madly in love with NYC this time around and am already begging for a trip back during Christmas time.

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Weekend of the monsoon escapades.

Monday, 20 August 2012

Good morning, loves. It's Monday... wooh. hoo. I'm trying to make the best of my Monday but Dunkin Donuts went and pissed your girl off before 8am this morning. See, I really wanted a Dunkaccino (thanks to Laura) and their machine was broken. Boo to you, Dunkin. Mama needs her Monday morning caffeine fix, ya heard? Starbucks came through in the end with a good old fashion caramel macchiato and I'm now done pouting.

This weekend was fun but full of rain. I don't know why, after 25 years of living in this state, I continue to grow surprised at the amount of rain that August brings. That shiz was crazy pants this weekend, guys. 

On Friday night my boo took me to get sushi and we got rained on.

Here's what we looked like before we got rained on. My hair was looking alll sorts of hot messness when we got back. Think blonde Diana Ross. Scary, really.

Saturday morning we woke up and guess what? It was raining. Shocking, I know.

We are the brilliant couple that decides to head to the beach when it looks like this outside.

Genius.

But really, we had to go to the general area, regardless, because C needed to get one of his watches fixed and the store was conveniently located 10 minutes from our favorite beach hang out.

I made the best of the weather and bought this super adorbs pair of Sperry flippy floppies while we were killing time at the mall. What? You didn't actually expect me to go to a mall and come out empty handed, did you?

The rain lightened enough for us to head to our beach party spot and we got our drink on a little.

Check out that bucket o' liquor.

I felt the need to take detailed photos of this bad boy... There was an entire fruit salad in that bish!

Low and behold, the rain started back up again and so we made our way back to the house, changed into our YOLO shirts (obvi), for a little drinking Jenga and dog grooming. Yes, you read that correctly. Dog grooming on a Saturday night.

Drinking Jenga with dueling shot glasses. If you don't say "Go Noles!" in your comment, we can't be friends. Just kidding, I live with the enemy. 

I had no clue that this man was so handy with clippers. Ella looks like a new woman and I swear I heard her prancing around the house singing "you make me feel.. you make me feel like a natuuuurallll womannnnn...".

Yesterday C had back-to-back softball games and, get ready for a big shocker...

they got rained out. 

Needless to say, I look and feel like a drowned rat after this weekend and I'm going to be in need of a serious makeover once hurricane season passes. I don't think I've really done much with myself since my birthday. One of these days... Just maybe.

I'm being dragged (slightly more willingly, but don't tell him that) to play tennis again tonight. Seeing as how I'm still a little sore from last Thursday (and I definitely waddled around, grandma style, all freaking weekend) I'm going to need all of you to send a girl some luck. 

Have a great day everyone!

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Dear Friday,

Friday, 17 August 2012

Dear Boyfriend, I had so much fun playing tennis with you last night, thank you for dragging me in the heat against my will. Even if i'm slightly sore today, and realized I'm seriously out of shape, I loved every second. Also, thank you for bringing me home that carrot cake yesterday. I didn't even feel guilty eating it because of the whole tennis thing. You rock my neon pink socks, my love. 

Dear Tennis, I was really nervous you were going to make a girlfriend look all sorts of stoooopid in front of her boo yesterday. You didn't. So, thanks. Also, I really did have fun despite your making me sweat like a prostitute in church.

Dear Florida, Normally I don't complain about these things - but that was before I became responsible for paying the power bill... PLEASE stop being so hot. You are killing mama's bank account and it aint cute, honey boo boo. I would have preferred to spend that $200 on the Tory Burch wallet I've been swooning over. Hear that?!

Dear Boyfriend (yes, again), That idea you had about having a beach picnic tomorrow? Yeah, you're pretty much the best thing since the invention of housing 4 bottles of wine in a box. You are so romantical (uhemsometimes) and well, I feel very lucky to call you my boo. Love that face!

Dear Bloggy Friends, You all are fabulous and make me smile a whole bunch throughout my work days. Thanks for continuing to stop by, comment, tweet, email, etc. I love this little world and I'm thrilled to be back in it! That said, I'm going to copy a tweet I wrote yesterday for those of you who don't follow me on Twitter...

"Bloggers please, for the love of Honey Boo Boo, turn off word verification."

Seriously though, I can. not. read those damn things and I will only refresh twice before backing out of the comment I was going to post. 

To turn word verification off: settings > posts and comments > show word verification > "NO" (pleaseeee!)

Let's do this thing, Friday. I'm ready for a weekend with my boo!

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A Very Spicy Weekend Escapades.

Monday, 13 August 2012

It's Monday, again, which means it's time to share my weekend debacles. I'm slightly happy it's Monday, if that's actually possible, because I had one hell of a weekend. My bestie, also known as Barb... or Courtney if you're not me, came in town on Saturday and, well, she always shows up with her party pants on.

Friday night we get all fancified for a hibachi dateski. This is what we looked like. My boo wore his glasses and was looking all sorts of sophisticated and sexy...

The sophisticated part may have, somewhat, gone out of the window when we decided to kill our 20 minute wait with $4 saki bombs. You try and turn down a $4 saki bomb. It's hard, k?

Onion volcano is my fav part about hibachi dinners. I really don't need much more than to see this and chow on some noodles drenched in white sauce. The other stuff is alright but the onion volcano is pretty much a party every time. I love that shiz and here is a low quality iPhone photo for those of you who also appreciate the art of stacked onion rings, lit on fire by an Asian man yelling "FIRE IN DA HOLE!". 

Saturday looked something like this. C, Barb, and myself played about 20 rounds of drinking Jenga - a little game C and I made around the time we started dating. The Jenga pieces say things like "when in doubt make out", which Barb didn't take part in, also "4 for the whores" and so on. We ran through more beer than a college frat party, I'm pretty sure, and I had the headache Sunday morning to prove it.

Yesterday we got pedis and they were fabulous... Aside from a feature my pedi chair had that I feel the need to speak about. I remember when having a lower back "vibrator" was fancy for a pedicure chair, now these things practically give you a happy ending - and I'm not exaggerating (for once). I pushed the red power button on this chair only to feel like a man checking into prison, shortly after. There was some sort of butt massager in this chair that was placed a little too close for comfort, which took me about 5 minutes (and pushing every single button on the remote) before I figured out how to turn it off. So, ladies, if you see a similar remote to this next time you are going out for a day of relaxation, I suggest you press the button titled" BUTTOCK" immediately. Unless, of course, you're into that and then you're really in for a treat, I guess.

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Last night THIS happened. The mother effing SPICE GIRLS reunited at the Olympics closing ceremony last night and it was the highlight of my year. They were just as fabulous as I remember them being 10 years ago and I was instantly back in my platform sneakers, sucking on a Chumpa Chumps strawberry banana lollipop, with pigtails in my hair. I need way more spice in my life, one song just wasn't enough.

The rest of the closing ceremony? Pretty sure someone laced my wine with a hit of acid. That was something else.

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Giveaway WINNER + Friday's Letters

Friday, 10 August 2012

First thing's first... I am really excited to announce that the winner of my Woozie giveaway is a lady whose blog I CAN NOT get enough of.

CONGRATULATIONS to this bun wearing cutie pants, MELISSA from Scribble n Dash!!!!

We're gonna have matching Woozies, girlfriendddd!! <3

Proof. Just in case you needed some. ;)

And now I will continue on with my Friday posting by writing some letters.

Dear Boyfriend, thank you for grilling out for me last night because I was craving your ribs. They were delicious as always. Also, thank you for those sexy, beefy arms of yours. Meow. Love, me.

Dear Pick Your Plum, I've now started ordering the most random things from you, like these cute straws. I legitimately have no use for them but I couldn't sway myself from the $3 price tag. I don't hate you but, damn, you make it so hard to stay away. Mama needs to go make more monies to afford you. GroopDealz, Very Jane, and Jewlery Nut Auctions this goes for you three, too. 

Dear Mama, I'm really glad you are cool enough to appreciate my giving you a case of Cupcake Chardonnay for your birthday. I was slightly nervous you were going to think it was a cop out, but really I just wanted to shower you in delicious vino.

Dear High Buns, please don't go out of style soon. You're too easy and cute. I think I love you.

Short and sweet today. So happy it's Friday! Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend. 

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Weekend Escapades - KEY WEST!

Monday, 6 August 2012

Hi blog! I've missed you a bunch and I'm really excited today because I get to ramble on and on (and on) about my first trip to Key West! 

Yes, I got to spend Friday-Sunday HERE with my amazing boyfriend. It was my first ever trip to Key West and C's 3rd time... I learned the hard way that you don't go hard your first day there. Bad idea. Painful.

Here we are before we stepping on the plane. We had three rounds... probably should have stopped at 1. C is not a good flyer so I felt inclined to loosen my nerves with him. Or, at least, that's my excuse.

But look, we both made it on the plane!

And then this happened...  it was a 45 minute plane ride. The flight was so short, in fact, we had to chug our drinks because they were grabbing them out of our hands 10 minutes after they gave them to us. So, maybe we only needed 1 vodka each? 

When we arrived at our resort before our room was ready, so we hung out at the pool bar for a little while. And continued to booze. If you're feeling drunk just reading this, you are correct.

Finally our room was ready and we walked in to THIS.. and then I died.

I had NO idea he was going to spoil me with this massive, gorgeous condo with a two freaking story balcony. Boyfriend points for life!

Birds eye view of C from the spiral-freaking-staircase-omg.

And then, my friends, I was introduced to Duval Street... It was pretty much exactly what I've always heard, and then some. Bars on bars on bars. A little bit a tourist shopping. And some more bars. Oh, and some drag queens!

We kept it classy with our monogram coozies though, don't worry. Yeah, classy. That was us on Friday. Fo sho. 

And the rest of Friday night was slightly a drift... as I'm pretty sure you could guess. Saturday morning was ROUGH. To say the very least. My 25 year old ass can. not. hang. So, I nursed my weight in water for a good majority of Saturday while lounging on our balcony. I could think of worse places to be hung over.

Fun story from Saturday for you. As we were lounging we noticed a man seemingly laying underwater on the beach, from our balcony. We continued to joke that he was dead because the man legit didn't move for at least an hour, probably more. Finally another onlooker actually went down there to shake the man and he wouldn't move. At this point, my hungover self was about to pass out from the anxiety this was causing. So, the guy finally starts to move. Slowly. Like a turtle, really weird. Hotel security comes out to see what's going on. Turns out he's some hammered bum in his undies who fell asleep in the water. Watching this man attempt to get on his bicycle to flee the scene was priceless. Can't buy entertainment like that, folks. 

Once I was finally back on my feet, we made our way back to Duval Street for some tourist shopping and dinner. Oh, and some more drinks. I stuck to beer. No vodka. Nada. Nooo vodka.

I was missing my boxed wine.

We went to this really great bar called Willie T's and the ENTIREEEE bar was covered in signed dollars bills. A real strippers paradise.

We couldn't say no to leaving our mark in Key West.

Though I'm not really sure who gave this guy a staple gun...

Also, highlight of the trip... I found this little gem in the bathroom at one of the bars we were at. A different surprise every time! Damn, if only I had a dollar in quarters.

Last, but not least, I need to show off just how cool we really are. We found a shop that makes t-shirts, seemingly similar to the Shore Store (for my Jersey Shore peeps), and we had these bad boys made. No, we're not being serious. Yes, we walk around the house using YOLO obnoxiously all. the. time. We're the coolest kids on the block. Totally.

Anyways, it was a serious fabulous trip - minus my realizing I should stick to the boxed wine and leave the hard stuff for the kiddos.

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