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    Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
    Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts

    Wednesday, October 9, 2013


    Me and JoJo

    The rules are simple:

    We may not talk to each other everyday any more, but get us in a room together and you won't get us to shut up.

    I will tell you that those shoes you picked are ugly and when you chose to buy and wear them, you do so with the understanding I will mock you each and every time. You also will submit to said mocking.

    We all have made stupid decisions over the years, but it's nothing that a cosmo or martini can't fix.

    On that note there doesn't need to be a problem for a martini, cosmo or wine to be present.

    No matter how long it has been since we talked or seen each other we will always be there when we need each other.

    I can tell you things that no one else will ever know and you do the same.

    Your secrets are always safe.

    We don't pick our families, but we do get to pick our friends, who are another type of family, and there is no way that I would be the person I am today without them.

    I think about each and everyone of you everyday.

    I miss you terribly.

    Monday, September 10, 2012

    School Ties

    Social media has made the world smaller and infinitely more mundane or interesting, depending on how you look at it. I have made friends through social media, found out more about IRL friends than I have ever wanted to know and have reconnected with old school mates that I otherwise would have maybe only seen at a high school reunion. They all have their good and bad involved, but the last one has been the most surprising in it's outcome.

    In high schools the friends you have seem like the only friends you will ever have at the time. You share all the secrets through some of the most awkward and stupid times of your life (not counting when you can legally drink, those friends know better than to share those pictures). You spend nights during sleep overs imagining who you will marry, what your career will pursue and definitely what you think your life will be like when you are old (like really old, you know like 30). Well I have passed 30 and still keep in touch with some of my friends from high school, but what surprises me most is how people change. I mean sure we all change and let's be honest I have no desire to be my 16 year old self as a 35 year old woman, I am way over Morrissey by now anyway. I mean more on the if I didn't know this person as a kid I would never be friends with them because we have nothing in common outside of ridiculous run on sentences, kind of way. It's not a bad thing, but I wonder what happened to the person I knew and who felt passionately about the big issues of the early 90's that bonded us together so tightly, to go so totally in the opposite direction? This is not about you, because if you are reading this than I am pretty sure that you are not the ones of whom I type about, but I still wonder. We are now closer to 20 years away than I care to accept (because of course I am still 27 in my head), yet I feel as if we are worlds apart in many ways. Yet the school ties still bind. You are still my friend. We took an oath and I do take that seriously 20 years and counting even if we are worlds, states, and thoughts apart.

    Friday, September 7, 2012


    For years I worked a corporate suite at the US Open Tennis event during the semi-finals and finals week in NYC, which if you are not aware is immediately followed by Fashion Week NY. While I never was able to sit front row next to A-Dubs aka Anna Wintour I at least got to explore New York during Fashion's Night Out. For me FNO is basically a free pass to spend a stupid amount of money on things that I am convinced I need because I have consumed a few cocktails. The next morning I usually feel a little guilty, but then purge my closet of a few items that I donate to a good charity and then all is right in the world again. At least that's what I tell myself.

    It all started four years ago when V (my FNO partner in crime) and I were walking down 5th avenue and checking out the shops. We knew FNO existed but it was the first year out so we had no idea what to expect. Then there it was, a curious smell of cheap boy toy cologne half a block away, followed by ear splitting music and then finally the half naked Abercrombie & what's it boys in the flesh. This is when we knew that this was more than just a get out and shop event, this was marketing genius. The boys were posing near the front entrance of the door and those who dared to enter could have their photo taken with them. As tempted as I was to have this happen, V convinced me that I couldn't have my first FNO experience be a place that only has clothing sizes for midgets and tweens. So with a wave and a giggle to the boys we continued on down the street ending up at Prada, which in our estimation would be quintessential FNO party. Boy were we wrong. We ended up standing around with a whole bunch of people exactly like us, sipping drinks and pretending that we can afford to even shop there (no amount of alcohol will convince me that the Prada 2009 is worth that amount of money). After we finished our drink it was decided that the best parties would most likely be downtown, as opposed to midtown, but that was going to take too much work (you know, getting a cab and then deciding where to have it take us) so we decided to duck into our favorite restaurant and have some fantastic wine and tapas. Much better than having to pretend to like some ugly shoes just for some free champagne.

    The next year we perfected it and so did a lot of the retailers. It was loads more fun and there were way more celeb and celeb wanna be's out and about to keep us entertained. Then the following year my corporate event didn't need us anymore onsite. So last year was my first year not in NYC for FNO. Of course I kicked it up at a party near me in Seattle, because I do still enjoy champagne and a good evening of retail therapy, but it was just not the same.

    This year I was a little sad that I wasn't in the US for FNO. I had thought about heading up to LA for a few parties I was invited to, but being in the Netherlands makes the trip to LA a little hard. Then I started noticing online that the FNO has spread to other cities and countries, including Amsterdam (September 13). While it's not quite the same star studded level that NYC & LA seem to put on, it is still quite impressive with fashion shows and sales galore. Which if you think about it is all that matters, unless of course you are into sipping champagne at every store and gawking at Kimye, which is actually what V and I would have been doing if we were in NYC this year.

    Last night was FNO NYC and instead of spending it at the local shops I ended up polishing off a bottle of champagne with the BF and the BF's mother while shopping FNI, Fashion's Night In. Which is basically just shopping online, but the perk is that I find it way easier to say no to items online than in person so I had no guilt this morning. Next year who knows where I be. I officially have a year to plan and save.

    So did you do anything FNO related or did you stay in and watch the DNC or VMA's?

    Monday, June 11, 2012

    Class of 2012

    This weekend I had two graduations to celebrate. One was for my baby sister Kaylie who graduated from high school and the other was my friend Sabrina who graduated from the University of Washington. I am so proud of both of them embarking on new and exciting chapters in their lives. At my sister's graduation I was watching all of her fellow graduates and thought holy crap how young they all look. They can't possibly be old enough for college can they? The calendar however thinks differently. Still, I don't remember looking that young when I was that age, but that was longer ago than I am willing to admit so this could be just the first sign of aging, memory failure.

    My time here in Seattle has come to a close and it's time to get back on the airplane and head over to Monaco. I had a great time here, but am a little pissed off that now that I am leaving the sun is out and the temperature is above 50. Just my luck I guess! Thanks to all my friends and family for hanging out with me and a super big thanks to my ladies for Saturday night graduation dinner/dance party. Best night out. Now get your butts on down to Cali. I have the guest bedroom reserved for you!

    Wednesday, June 6, 2012


    Somedays it is so easy to sit down and write. It's like I am having a conversation with myself and it flows out through my finger tips effortlessly. The only thing I have to do after that is to go back and edit, because if you have ever had a conversation with me you know that editing is a requirement. Other days I struggle with what to write. When this happens I try to think of a picture I have taken recently and see if there is a story that ties in with it. Sometimes I do get a story that ties in with the photo and sometimes I get a completely different story, either way I get a story. This was yesterday's photo:

    And there is an excellent story that goes with it. Roof access, wine, chips, good friends and a sunset over downtown Seattle = Perfect way to end the day.

    Excellent Evening

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