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The vestiges of my American youth.

"For him in vain the envious seasons roll
who bears eternal summer in his soul."
O.W.H.

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Sun Jan 3

While watching Jersey Shore with the mompiece:

  • Mom: Is this that show you like so much?
  • Cary: Yes.
  • Mom: It's awful. Why do you watch this garbage?
  • Cary: I told you I'm not as smart as I used to be!
  • Mom: You don't watch this show because you're less smart, Cary. You are less smart because you watch this show.
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Fri Jan 1
New Year’s Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Mark Twain
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Thu Dec 31
Tonight tie one on neatly.New Year’s Eve is amateur night.Channel the inner Otter.Be professional about it.

Tonight tie one on neatly.
New Year’s Eve is amateur night.
Channel the inner Otter.
Be
professional about it.

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In 2010 let's all resolve to...

  • Wear more khaki shorts.
  • Have another bloody Mary.
  • Run! Just run. Run marathons! Or run after the ice cream truck.
  • Mix our Dark 'n Stormies the right way.
  • Learn to tie sailing knots.
  • Cross our fingers that I find employment.
  • Make our beds every morning.
  • Clean the lint vent before turning on the dryer.
  • Dine al fresco whenever possible.
  • Give our significant others big fat smooches.
  • Say, "I love you."
  • Show up on time for the dinner dates.
  • Tie neat little bow ties!
  • Buy American.
  • Listen to more Motown.
  • Write thank you notes and send them on time.
  • Host wild, fabulous, legendary parties.
  • Keep dancing.
  • KEEP DANCING!
  • Dance all the time.
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Wed Dec 30
I like boys who wear bow ties
And fresh blueberry pies,
Fast trains to Newport,
And a ripped khaki short,
Reading Vanity Fair
And curling my hair,
Champagne at the Boom
And a skateboard that zooms,
Cherry red nails
And the wind in my sails
And gents in suspenders,
Long afternoon benders,
A martini at Freemans
And sailors and seamen
And summers and springs:
They’re my favorite things.
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Last Wednesday I hosted a Christmas party. It was a quick impromptu excuse to get my hometown friends under the same roof before we scatter again and my parents move out of the house we’ve called home for nearly fifteen years.
Pictured above are the girls and their mothers whom I’ve known the longest. (Only Lauren and her mother Susan are missing, held up by family engagements on the other side of town.) We all met in preschool (if not before) and have stayed fierce friends over decades and distances and dramatics that would test the toughest soldier.
We are also neighbors, having grown up in the same fantastic neighborhood called Northtown. And our moms (all but one are present above) are best friends, true blue for many, many years. How lucky can we be?
Clockwise from top left, my Christmas presents: Karolee (mother of Kristen), Sana (mother of Carey), Carey, Kristen, Beth, Peggy (mother of Jane, Emily, and me), Ellen (mother of Maggie), Maggie, Maria, Emily (my baby sister), Jane (my sister face), Chelsea, Ellen (mother of Maria and Chelsea), and me.
Maybe next year we’ll invite our fathers too.

Last Wednesday I hosted a Christmas party. It was a quick impromptu excuse to get my hometown friends under the same roof before we scatter again and my parents move out of the house we’ve called home for nearly fifteen years.

Pictured above are the girls and their mothers whom I’ve known the longest. (Only Lauren and her mother Susan are missing, held up by family engagements on the other side of town.) We all met in preschool (if not before) and have stayed fierce friends over decades and distances and dramatics that would test the toughest soldier.

We are also neighbors, having grown up in the same fantastic neighborhood called Northtown. And our moms (all but one are present above) are best friends, true blue for many, many years. How lucky can we be?

Clockwise from top left, my Christmas presents: Karolee (mother of Kristen), Sana (mother of Carey), Carey, Kristen, Beth, Peggy (mother of Jane, Emily, and me), Ellen (mother of Maggie), Maggie, Maria, Emily (my baby sister), Jane (my sister face), Chelsea, Ellen (mother of Maria and Chelsea), and me.

Maybe next year we’ll invite our fathers too.

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David Bowie: “Young Americans” (via)

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Tue Dec 29
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The Shangri-Las: “Leader of the Pack” (via)

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allthingsalishan:Mike Colón

Cary, take a wedding pic like this for me, k?

I just discovered this photo while combing Alishan’s blog for style inspiration.

allthingsalishan:Mike Colón

Cary, take a wedding pic like this for me, k?

I just discovered this photo while combing Alishan’s blog for style inspiration.

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When you wear a bow tie, doors open for you. Your posture is a little more erect; your shoulders are a little further back; your style is a little more dynamic. It’s about the reestablishment of the gentleman. Dhani Jones, Cincinnati Bengals linebacker
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Mon Dec 28
This sugarplum, Miss Alishan of Atlanta, turns 28 today. One of my best internet buddycats, she makes me laugh on a daily basis. Even when I’m feeling emo and chipping away at my black nail polish and listening to Morrissey on full blast and crying about feelings, Alishan introduces me to some new smile-inducer, like, for example, the philosophical wonders of the freakum dress or her adorable Mike the Hubby Pants, and rays of sunshine thaw my icy heart.
Alishan, I throw this phrase around too frequently, but trust when I tell you that you truly are the BOMB DOT COM. Twenty-eight is going to look so good on you.
And the gin! For heaven’s sake, keep drinking the gin! Don’t stop till it’s gone!

This sugarplum, Miss Alishan of Atlanta, turns 28 today. One of my best internet buddycats, she makes me laugh on a daily basis. Even when I’m feeling emo and chipping away at my black nail polish and listening to Morrissey on full blast and crying about feelings, Alishan introduces me to some new smile-inducer, like, for example, the philosophical wonders of the freakum dress or her adorable Mike the Hubby Pants, and rays of sunshine thaw my icy heart.

Alishan, I throw this phrase around too frequently, but trust when I tell you that you truly are the BOMB DOT COM. Twenty-eight is going to look so good on you.

And the gin! For heaven’s sake, keep drinking the gin! Don’t stop till it’s gone!

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You’re going to love me, and you’re going to hate me. George “Slim” Aarons
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