So my sister has a blog. Not the sister who lives here and works in the same building as me and makes me take her to the cafeteria where she is amazed by the fashion faux pas, but the other sister. The one who produced The Lucinator, the cutest child to grace the planet since I was little (26 is the year of modesty!).
Anyway. My sister has a blog and you should check it out. It's snarky and bitchy and directs you to good fashion deals and she updates all the time. Way more than I do. What are you waiting for? Check it out!
And another birthday has passed. That's right, last Tuesday I turned 26. Before we discuss the passing of time, etc. etc., can we first say how much a weekday birthday totally blows goats? Because it does. I had to go to work and talk to people and not be drunk. Not being drunk on your birthday just seems so wrong. But alas, I am a grownup now -- allegedly -- so I have to play the part.
Actually, it is probably best that I was not drunk. For, in fact, I drank enough the weekend before during my lovely Nicole's Ghetto Fabulous Rock Your Sweatpants and Be A Hot Ghetto Mess birthday party. What did this awesome party entail? Chipotle, beer, bowling, tequila shots, giant double vodka sodas, more bowling and a whole ton of people, including surprise guests. And it was awesome. It was so awesome that when Joe and I got home, we ran into my Scottish Neighbor (name unknown - long story) and his girlfriend (name known) and invited them over for a couple of glasses bottles of wine and conversation about... something I don't remember. We tried to rope in my Italian neighbor (yes, my apartment building has turned into the UN), but he didn't seem up for it. Alas.
Anyway. So there was this birthday and it was great and very exciting. And now I'm 26. And I got a lot of phone calls and emails from all of my friends (hi friends!) who weren't able to attend said party and I've been super shitty and not returned any of them because I am self absorbed and busy. Mostly busy, but probably also self absorbed. Yes, 26 is the year of honesty.
Aside from my birthday, lots of other things are going on. I worked all weekend, so took Monday and Tuesday off and now I know why so many people have slacker jobs -- not working on weekdays is awesome! The stores are empty and no one pushes you at the shoe rack (tiny Asian grandmother, I'm looking at you!) and the lady at JCrew pays lots of attention to you and tells your boyfriend "she's a keeper!" while you are trying on skinny jeans. Yeah, for real, not working was fantastic. We parked downtown and walked to Chinatown, up to the Pearl and back downtown, hitting most of my favorite stores in between and buying indulgent birthday presents like Buffy comics, giant bulk bags of cashews and the aforementioned skinny jeans. Oh, and we almost stopped to harass Kobe as the Lakers were boarding the bus, but figured that we would probably get tackled if we yelled what we wanted to yell. But man, it was almost worth it.
Alas, today was back to real life, including a 10 hour day pushing paper, drafting articles, interviewing volunteers and all kinds of other shenanigans. And then I logged another hour and half at the gym because 26 is also the year of continuing to fit into the skinny jeans and, of course, traveling to Israel where I must look hot because there will be lots of pictures, so, you know, hotness must abound.
Have I mentioned I'm going to Israel? I am. For 10 days. Which is part of the reason why, as much fun as those hooky days this week were, I won't be taking any more of them for a while -- all vacation time must be saved up for my trip and even then, I have a feeling I am going to run out of the vacation time. I have it calculated out (of course I do) and think I will just make it, but that bars any illness or unforeseen issues. So I'm crossing my fingers there.
Okay, and then I got distracted for the last hour doing committee work, so clearly it's time for me to log off and go to bed. I will leave you with many pictures from my birthday extravaganza. Be jealous.
