You've Gotta Be Kidding Me

This is by far the most ridiculous and insulting Valentine-s Day themed event I have seen to date:



Upstairs is heaven for couples and downstairs is hell for singles?????? I could make a case that often times, it should be the other way around!

Spring Is In Bloom

Sent this bouquet of flowers to Little C today to congratulate her on her new job in Pennsylvania (sad for me that she's so far away though). Just because she doesn't have a boyfriend doesn't mean she should miss out on the thrill of getting flowers delivered to her office. Go, Little C!



P.S. Little C said I'm like the boyfriend she doesn't have. That might just be the nicest compliment I've ever received...as long as I don't have to make out with her hahahaha.

Musical Chairs

As I mentioned in a previous post, I spent Sunday evening at the Cheesecake Factory in Braintree. Not only did I order sliders that night...I was actually asked to "slide down" so that a couple could sit together at the bar and that got me thinking:

...Should singles have to change seats at the bar in order to acommodate couples?

I'm just wondering. I have been asked to "slide down" in the past. I actually ate by myself at two bars this weekend (Fat Cat in Quincy on Sat and CF on Sunday). If I'm completely settled with food, drink and a magazine or newspaper, should I have to uproot myself so they can share their two cold, and may I remind you portable, beers?

I Don't Think Calvin Klein Had This In Mind...

It's 6:56pm on Sunday evening. I'm sitting at the bar at the Cheesecake Factory at the SSP in a black velvet floor-length Calvin Klein evening gown eating fried chicken. I have had exactly two strawberry martinis and am now sipping a glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay. How did I get here you ask? I'm glad you asked...

The weekend started out promising enough...my Saturday and Sunday were booked full. Band practice went well on Sat afternoon. I took a leisurely shower and lingered over my hair, makeup, and body lotion application for salsa dancing later that night at Mojitos. I wore a royal blue ruffled halter dress with silver sandals and silver flowers in my hair...

Unfortunately, Mojitos was a total bust. There were practically no men there! This wouldn't normally be a problem, but salsa is a couples dance. The few that showed did so with their girlfriends. That plus the lackluster attitude of my companions amounted to us calling it an early night.

Sunday I did some SERIOUS retail therapy. That afternoon, my friend Snow decide to do our photo shoot so I hop in my gown and we head over to the Braintree lake for a few shots. We splash around in puddles in evening dresses and pose in the snow with the idea that we'll warm up at my place so we can meet our friends in JP later for free bowling and a trannie show at Milky Way (hey, what can I say? I have a weak spot for brothahs in drag).

We get back to my place and realize that in the 20 minutes we've been gone, my brothers have both left, locking the doors (and my keys) inside. Great. We poke and prod, jiggle windows and shimmy doors, but it all amounts to a missing spare key and me getting dropped off by Snow back at the SSP to wait for a ride.

So here I sit at the Cheesecake Factory, surrounded by couples and families celebrating birthdays and wondering...

...what the hell happened to my weekend?

Say Cheese!

I think it's important to have at least one photo of yourself (solo) that you really love. We're talking a RECENT photo here, not one of you from college when you were 10 lbs. lighter or from your senior prom. Make it cool and professional-looking like a headshot. Try it in black and white or sepia (how artsy). No funds? No problem. Just enlist a friend with a digital camera to spend an afternoon in the park taking (flattering) pics.

That's why I've "hired" my friend Snow who does photography on the side. She has graciously agreed to shoot me with her hi-tech lens. She's thinking something moody and avant garde and suggested a long black evening dress in the snow. I feel like a model already.

So my advice is to go ahead and pose! If couples get to put schmoopy pics of themselves on their desks, then you are more than entitled to a gorgeous headshot for your blog, online dating profile, or collage of friends, family,...

...and you!

P.S. Just don't be like my college roommate and have a 20-pic desktop slideshow of yourself as a beauty queen.

Shop It To Me, Baby!

New obsession time: a fashionable friend of mine was kind enough to invite me to join Shop It To Me!, a website which does the legwork for you!

SITM keeps tracks of designers that you like and updates you via e-mail on sales with items in your preferred size. It's a lot easirer than checking the same 10 websites twice a week (now what will I do at work?). It's like the (free) personal shopper that you never had.

After all, what fabulous, hard-working girl isn't into multi-tasking?

Just Checking In...With My Sanity

Honestly, sometimes I think to myself...it's amazing I'm not a raging alcoholic/junkie/homocidal maniac.

After trudging through the snow and bitter cold on my morning commute, listening to house-buying, closet-remodeling, a general round table discussion of other couples-dominated activities at work, and being passed over by a close friend for yet another date night (this time they're making it a double!), I am proud to say I am holding my head high and not jumping off the Tobin.

Did I mention it's only 10:00am?