Fabulous Girl's Boudoir

Monday, July 31, 2006

Lesson learned

I had a great weekend! Good food, good friends, visited the Fluevog store for the first time and played the /meet new people/ game with Midwest Medved, the people magnet. And I have a teachable moment to share. Do not, under any circumstances, drink peach vodka and Red Bull after midnight, especially if you're a Red Bull virgin. Just say no. It doesn't matter how cute your new friends are, how great their hair is, how hard it is for them to keep their shirts on (boys), or how much fun you're having encouraging the aforementioned boys to pay for drinks for girls so far out of their league it's embarassing. It wasn't so much a traditional hangover headache as just feeling ill for the next 36 hours. Stick with your Grey Goose on the rocks. Trust me.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Daily Show Drinking Game

Take a drink every time Jon:

  • Says "Ehhhh… Not so much."
  • Says "Awk-ward."
  • Says "Nicely done."
  • Does his "Heh-heh-heh" Bush impression.
  • Shouts "Damn you!" at ceiling camera.
  • Says "You just blew my mind."
  • Makes an out-of-nowhere Jewish reference.
  • Says in a Foghorn Leghorne voice, "I said good DAY, suh"
  • Does some exaggerated chin stroking.
  • Does some exaggerated circular nipple stroking.
  • Pretends to mop his brow with his tie.
  • Imitates a comedian who 96% of Comedy Central’s audience has never actually seen, whether it’s his B-minus Jerry Lewis, his C-minus Woody Allen or his D-plus Johnny Carson.
  • Mentions his kids in an interview with someone who also has kids.


Ask and ye shall receive

The process of rolling out a blog to one's friends and acquaintances can be a delicate one. For example, the FG included The Swivel Servant, a lovely FG-ex, in the coterie fairly early on. He then had dinner with the FG's mother, when she was in Bytown, and expressed his admiration for the blog. Which, of course she'd never heard of, and will never have access to. (No worries, SS, she only remembers to ask me about it 2-3 times a year.)

And then there's the choice of whom to include in the narrative. Some are obvious candidates, because they're just so bloggable, or they're part of the blogosphere. It would be too much work to omit others - they're just a part of daily life. Others require a bit of finessing, and, as you know, the FG always errs on the side of discretion.

Coterie members have generally been happy to be included, or at least silent about their level of involvement - others make the occasional comment. All had been smooth sailing thus far.

Until yesterday. When the door of the Boudoir opened to admit one Josh Lyman this week, he came back with a roar - where was his blog entry?!? How had he gone unmentioned for this long!?!

Josh, consider this your welcome mat. A warning to anyone out there - watch out for dropping names and don't ask him about Amy.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Shuesday: Paint it Black

It appears that Manolo's Shoe Blog has left the building. Whither goest thou, The Manolo? Because everytime you go away ...

And so I bring you this, a shoe fit for a funeral. I know it's not seasonally appropriate, esp with the temperatures sweeping the nation, but pair it with a short skirt - otherwise you'll miss the cutouts anyway - and cleave to the air conditioning.

For the boys out there, my fav fashionasties, I've added The Sartorialist - enjoy!

Monday, July 24, 2006

All together now ...


Overkill, anyone?

The FG confesses that she took a wee vacation from the news while on vacation (although the CBC did its best to break through with endless tales of the 50,000 Canadians in Lebanon), but now that she's back, she's catching up.

She gathered that Anderson Cooper, the Grey Haired Darling, had crossed the Atlantic, and that John Roberts (also grey haired, but less of a media darling, after failing to be tapped to replace Dan Rather. Note that he used to be JD Roberts of CHUM FM and MuchMusic.) But this is ridiculous. Who's left to cover ... I don't know, the war in Iraq? The EU agreeing to fund embryonic stem cell research? The ABA's objection to the President's penchant for ignoring laws he doesn't like? Anyone? I hear Star Jones is available ...

Eschaton via Wonkette

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Not Ready to Make Nice

An update, in no particular order:

You can't go home again. Which is to say that you can, but pack your helmet and body armour, and remember how to duck. Bring cocktail recipes if you have a poor memory - not amounts, just combinations.

You can go home to your friends. I spent the weekend with 9 incredible women, some of whom have known me since I was 7, and some I'd just met. There was laughing and cooking and eating and drinking and lying about on a dock on a freshwater lake in a bathing suit and it was heaven. Like a 48 hour hug. If we'd been hit by the proverbial bus on the way home, that would have been one of the best ways imaginable to spend my last hours.

I made this! Can't wait to taste it.

The East Coast is very hot and humid in the summer. Running has been virtually impossible, mostly because there's no reason to get up before 10, and it's far too hot by then to consider running. On the plus side, there's the most amazing summer storm going on right now.

This is a good song/video. I'm just saying. Mock at will - I spent the rest of the day listening to very hip KEXP-type tunes.

    Tuesday, July 11, 2006

    Got a ticket for my destination

    The FG is Homeward Bound for the usual Tour de Famille et Amis. There will be a weekend in Muskoka, the scene of many a summer camp memory, dinners with fellow FGs and hopefully some actual downtime. Cookie Monster asked for maple syrup, having been newly converted from the Vermont style, so we'll see what we can do.

    Happy birthday (yesterday), Marooned!

    Wednesday, July 05, 2006

    We can't burn the flag, but this is OK?

    This is what happens when you allow people freedom of expression.
    MEMPHIS, July 4 — On Independence Day, Lady Liberty was born again.

    As the congregation of the World Overcomers Outreach Ministries Church looked on and its pastor, Apostle Alton R. Williams, presided, a brown shroud much like a burqa was pulled away to reveal a giant statue of the Lady, but with the Ten Commandments under one arm and "Jehovah" inscribed on her crown.

    And in place of a torch, she held aloft a large gold cross, as if to ward off the pawnshops, the car dealerships and the discount furniture outlets at the busy corner of Kirby Parkway and Winchester that is her home. A single tear graced her cheek.

    It was not clear if she was crying because of her new home, her new identity as a symbol of religion or, as the pastor said, America's increasing godlessness.

    Lady Liberty Trades in Some Trappings [NYT]

    Tuesday, July 04, 2006

    Shuesday: Red, White and Eww

    I don't think either of these require a comment.
    (although/classy to sassy/? in whose world?

    Saturday, July 01, 2006

    It seemed like a good idea at the time ...

    The Cookie Monster and I forced ourselves on My Fellow Canadian and his lady for a World Cup Wafflefest this morning, and, in the spirit of celebration, I offered to bring mimosa makings. Mimosas are a long-treasured Fabulous Family tradition when events coincide with breaking the fast, and the orange juice is really only there for the colour, if you know what I mean. I'm blaming the second mimosa on the tension created by the inability of either Portugal or England to score, which led to a penalty kick-off, which was lost by England. Sigh.

    Off I went to yoga, barely arriving in time, only to find an empty room and a pathetic paper sign indicating that all classes had been cancelled for the weekend. It would have been kind of them to tell us that last week. But as I was all dressed for athletic endeavours, I went home and went for a run. Running on a stomach full of waffles and a head full of champagne is not smart, in case you were wondering.

    I don't have a good segue here, but in case you were wondering what else was going on this week, aside from football, Wimbledon, the conclusion of the Supreme Court Spring Session, and the largest display of patriotism the planet can handle:

    In the midst of Independence Day preparations, a hidden minority of well-meaning and largely indistinguishable people will have a patriotic celebration of its own today: Canada Day.

    At the embassy in downtown Washington, there will be a pancake party. Along the Mall will be exhibits from the province of Alberta. And in the hearts of many expatriates, there will be pride mixed with a quiet sadness -- the conflicted feelings of strangers living in a not-so-strange land.

    Like most expatriates, Canadians in Washington talk about the foods they miss, the people, the culture and, of course, the beer. But they also mention the twilight-zone quality of life in the United States.

    "It would almost be easier if it were a place with a whole different language," said Jaime Lavallee, a Northern Virginia transplant from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. "Sometimes you'll go for weeks with everything just normal, and then something hits you -- like getting mail on Saturday or seeing the temperature in Fahrenheit -- and you remember."

    Suddenly from within emerges the angst, the existential questions, the whole love/hate relationship fostered from centuries of cohabitation along the world's longest undefended border, an 8,893-kilometer divide (or 5,526 miles, for the metrically challenged).

    A transformation occurs upon crossing this line. Canadians who spent their lives complaining about taxes and parliament find themselves wrapped in their maple leaf flag. They sport patriotic slogans on their cars and T-shirts. Maple leaves sprout everywhere.

    Some recount crying upon hearing their national anthem at hockey games. Many speak of a strange compulsion to point out Canadian celebrities who, like them, have infiltrated American society. Mostly, however, they just blend in.

    "You learn to avoid words that will blow your cover, like 'processed' and 'out' and 'about,' " said Lavallee. Feld, 32, put it this way: "When you live in Rome amidst the Roman Empire, what is Dacia and Thrace to you?"

    A Celebration Migrates South [WA Post]