January 2008
“If you want to run, run a mile. If you want to experience another life, run a...”
– Emil Zapotek
100 million avocados mashed on Superbowl Sunday... →
…and all they’re worried about are germs in the guacamole!
Two days ago...
…I bought a Speedo two-piece (sexy…trust me) and jumped into my gym’s lap pool. I swam seventeen laps free style, and three breast stroke. “You could place in your age group if you wanted to,” TRJ said. “You really should think about triathlon.” So after thinking about it hard for, like, five minutes, I have decided to do the Mighty Hamptons Triathlon...
“You look like Darryl Hall from Hall & Oates.”
– TRJ, on this morning’s extra-dirty, extra-awesome bedhead. You guessed it - I sliced and diced my way to Bang City last Friday. A noble attempt at sprucing up my “Look,” but let’s face facts: They’re terrific for about four hours and now I want all my hair back. ...
Happy hour, last Friday
KLG: This evening might not turn out so bad.
CaryRandolph: I know! It really is Happy Hour...
KLG: And we're the happiest!
Happy hour, last Friday
CaryRandolph: Oooh, is she drinking a bloody Mary? How tacky! Noon was eight hours ago!
KLG: It's a football Saturday, and I didn't even know it!
I apologize...
for announcing prematurely that I thought black tights were dunzo. (Not that my opinion should have any real effect on whether or not one wears black tights, but I digress.)
In fact in the past 72 hours my view has turned around entirely. Frankly any girl who DOESN’T wear tights with her party dresses in this ten-degree weather would look a little ridiculous. So go forth! Stock up on...
Dr. Robert Jarvik... →
invented the artificial heart. The funny thing about it is that when my mom sees Lipitor commercials, she always comments on what a heartthrob he was in the ‘Seventies. Get it? Heartthrob? I’m hilarious.
“Razors are a lot like potato chips. You get what you pay for.”
“ When you break something that has an existence, the lines are – at the very...”
– This has absolutely no relevence in my life right now, but I just read it on Julia Allison’s blog and it is smart and original and poignant.
Visit this. →
If I say something snarky, it’s probably while on the phone with this guy, the adorable, fedorable RTC.
“It’s so much better to be on the verge. Why would you ever want to...”
– Andrew Upton
I am no longer...
…running the Mercedes-Benz Marathon in three weeks. I don’t have a job (yet) and what few quarters I have ought not be spent on a road trip to Birmingham but instead socked away for a down payment on more important things (2008 Saab 9-3 Aero, Velcro hair rollers, my phone bill, et al). I’ll probably run St. Louis again in April or find some small, impromptu 26.2 that does not...
Two friends of mine...
…both in politics, equally chic, have been engaging me in a positive debate over OPI nail lacquers. Namely, which is most desirable this winter/spring? I suppose as holiday hangovers wear off, everyone’s conversations become slightly banal. Anyway we decided that “Cajun Shrimp” is best saved for sunny months and “Lincoln Park After Dark,” while technically...
Candidate Quiz - like something in Cosmo, except... →
TRJ sent this to me last week, a quiz to figure out one’s preferred presidential candidate. Since I haven’t paid much attention to each hopeful’s platform, this was actually a convenient and easy way to learn. For the record, my top three were, in order, Fred Thompson Ron Paul Mitt Romney* *Sam Brownback was actually #3, but as he has dropped out of the race, Mitt got bumped...
The world's most perfect chocolate chip cookie...
…goes best with a cold glass of skim on an even colder winter night. Tonight I made a pretty mean batch, although for the future I will remember this: The recipe below makes far more cookies than will fit on one baking sheet. Do not attempt to stick multiple sheets in the oven all at once, as the bottom shelf will burn quickly yet somehow also come out under-cooked. Bake each batch...
CaryRandolph: I don't know why she got married so fast. I thought she would want all the ceremony of a long engagement and big blow-out wedding---
KBM: All the pomp and circumstance...
KBM: Well, she probably knew it wasn't her last wedding, just the first of two or three!
Home for the non-holiday
I find it amazing that in this town one must go to the gym in order to socialize. If I wanted to go to a bar or out for a nice, wine-soaked dinner, I would be very hard pressed to find someone to join me. Unlike holiday weekends when everyone flies home and clamors for the best table at Club 609, I’d probably see more friends at Wal-Mart right now than anywhere else. I did not plan to go...
WatchI can’t decide if this thrills or terrifies me. (Picked up from asimko.com)
On a shelf in my bedroom at my parents’ house Mere Christianity is sandwiched between The Hook-Up Handbook and I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. I truly hope this is just a tacky, lascivious coincidence. *** I am home for the week to babysit my kid sister and volunteer at myriad nonprofits while our parents go to South Beach for a birthday party. (Chic, no?) Since Hometown isn’t...
“Facebook applications are like real-life friends. Thanks, but I’m already...”
– RTC
Saturday night's alright for...imbibing!
Speaking of vino, I am having a couple girl friends over to drink Chardonnay and eat antipasti before going out. Since one of them is my bestie, and the other I have not seen in nearly a year, I pulled out all the stops: 6 bottles of white. 3 fancy cheeses (1 gouda, 1 aged cheddar, 1 Brie). 1 gourmet plum paste to pair with the cheddar and gouda. 2 dips. 3 types of crackers. 3 varieties of...
http://www.kingstonvineyards.com →
I feel very strongly about my family. I love them. I love our “tree” and all the amazing nuts who have not fallen far from it. I love our lineage and my ancestors’ legacies. I love all the Homes with Names like Hess and Harewood. I love the antique china, the cut-glass decanters, the several hundred framed prints of race horses and ships at sea. I love my parents, my...
On Hillary's embarrassing "Lifetime movie heroine"... →
I haven’t gotten into a heated political debate in years. I keep my thoughts to myself and worry stoicly as our nation spirals down an-endlessly flushing toilet. However, this article I found hilarious, spot-on, and a perfect example of why I proudly do not support Hillary Clinton.
“I want to move to Fantasyland and marry Ferris Bueller.”
– Sister JBF
So far, so not broken.
It’s only been three days, but here is an update on where I stand with the New Year’s resolutions: I have made and carried out lunch and dinner plans with a favorite couple and with a girl friend who I did not see much last fall. (Incidently, she used to be my roommate, and we saw each other every day, making our hang-out hiatus that much weirder.) I have refrained from buying the J....
In 2008 I resolve...
…to buy fewer shoes and more bottles of good wine. …to run as much as ever (but only when I want to, not when I feel obligated and overweight). …to travel more to the places I want to see. …to get a goddamn job. …to attend happy hour at least twice a week. …to stop making promises I never keep and actually make plans to do lunch/dinner/drinks with the...
One more reason why I need a paycheck. →
Slinky, sexy, 70’s Elvira Montana gowns? Check. Punchy, boxy, Palm Beach, 60’s shifts? Check. Poofy, perky, Sandra Dee 50’s frocks? Check. Lay-away? They’re still working on lay-away.
“Just write checks till the pen runs out of fucking ink.”
– Tommy Manzo, husband-to-be on VH1’s pilot episode of My Big Fat Fabulous Wedding.