Le weekend, the 'fit to print' edition
J and I had a great weekend housesitting. Friday night, we bought a big bottle of bubbly and took the Bath to End All Baths. Two hours of bubbles, scrubby washcloth massages, laughter and champagne.
Saturday, we went shopping-- he needed dress clothes, so I exercised my shopping-fu and he ended up with two nice pairs of charcoal-gray slacks (the Calvin Kleins fit like a dream) and shirts in a deep eggplant, olive green, and sapphire blue. I managed to get in and out of Lush for under $20, and I even got a free bubble bar. I am saddened that Ocean Salt now costs $18 (!) for the small tub. I am still looking for a suitable replacement.
We did steamed shrimp (with lots of Old Bay) and asparagus for dinner. There were many satisfied noises. After that, it was off to Jess's birthday party at Mosaic downtown... it's one of those clubs that tries real hard to make you feel like you're not cool enough to be there, but luckily I got the ridiculous cover waived because I was headed to the VIP booth. Which is also why I suspect the drinks weren't stupidly overpriced, because I was pleasantly surprised not to have to offer up my firstborn for a cocktail. Anyhow, there was dancing and people watching, and even some snickering-- there was this chick filming a commercial or something, and she clearly thought she was a vampire or sex goddess or whatever, but I almost pulled something laughing at her hands-all-ovah-her-body dance. Like, her camera crew kept filming her near other dancers, and I'm pretty sure the footage they got of her near me is totally unusable because of the look on my face. Also? Ladies? You may or may not have noticed, but it is damn cold outside. I know Winter has not officially started yet, but that is no excuse to be outside sans jacket with your vajayjay exposed to the freezing wind. I'm just sayin'. Pants are not the enemy. If your dress only comes down about three inches past your hips, it's probably actually a shirt. Also, fortysomething dude with the blinky red and blue heart-shaped raver necklace? No. Just... no. Fix yoself.
Anyway, I digress. The boyfriend looked smoking motherfucking hot in his new pants and a a sharp dress shirt. Our official reason for leaving at 12:30 was "we're too fucking old for this shit now," but really, I needed him out of those clothes. So we went home and built a big fire and several hours later fell asleep in front of it.
We were woken Sunday morning by a kitten spilling a glass of water near my head. We realized we overslept in a major way, jumped in the shower, and then proceeded to make sure everything was in proper order before heading to my parents' house for dinner. Gods bless whatever meds my mom has been on for the last few years-- it was actually enjoyable. J had blood sugar issues that resulted in us being up until latelatelate, but otherwise it was a pretty good time.
And those are the adventures of Christina, age 25, who is not as cool as she used to be.
This week is set to be busy. J is out of town Wednesday and Thursday on a job, but hopefully we can make a party we've been invited to on Tuesday. If not, I may have to poke Bmore peeps for a ride. Wednesday, Timmy is making me dinner. Thursday is a bakeapalooza with Ariel. Saturday night I will be seeing other friends. And then Don is in town! Whee! If I have forgotten something I said I'd come to, pleasepleaseplease poke me. I am too busy and scatterbrained for my own good.
Saturday, we went shopping-- he needed dress clothes, so I exercised my shopping-fu and he ended up with two nice pairs of charcoal-gray slacks (the Calvin Kleins fit like a dream) and shirts in a deep eggplant, olive green, and sapphire blue. I managed to get in and out of Lush for under $20, and I even got a free bubble bar. I am saddened that Ocean Salt now costs $18 (!) for the small tub. I am still looking for a suitable replacement.
We did steamed shrimp (with lots of Old Bay) and asparagus for dinner. There were many satisfied noises. After that, it was off to Jess's birthday party at Mosaic downtown... it's one of those clubs that tries real hard to make you feel like you're not cool enough to be there, but luckily I got the ridiculous cover waived because I was headed to the VIP booth. Which is also why I suspect the drinks weren't stupidly overpriced, because I was pleasantly surprised not to have to offer up my firstborn for a cocktail. Anyhow, there was dancing and people watching, and even some snickering-- there was this chick filming a commercial or something, and she clearly thought she was a vampire or sex goddess or whatever, but I almost pulled something laughing at her hands-all-ovah-her-body dance. Like, her camera crew kept filming her near other dancers, and I'm pretty sure the footage they got of her near me is totally unusable because of the look on my face. Also? Ladies? You may or may not have noticed, but it is damn cold outside. I know Winter has not officially started yet, but that is no excuse to be outside sans jacket with your vajayjay exposed to the freezing wind. I'm just sayin'. Pants are not the enemy. If your dress only comes down about three inches past your hips, it's probably actually a shirt. Also, fortysomething dude with the blinky red and blue heart-shaped raver necklace? No. Just... no. Fix yoself.
Anyway, I digress. The boyfriend looked smoking motherfucking hot in his new pants and a a sharp dress shirt. Our official reason for leaving at 12:30 was "we're too fucking old for this shit now," but really, I needed him out of those clothes. So we went home and built a big fire and several hours later fell asleep in front of it.
We were woken Sunday morning by a kitten spilling a glass of water near my head. We realized we overslept in a major way, jumped in the shower, and then proceeded to make sure everything was in proper order before heading to my parents' house for dinner. Gods bless whatever meds my mom has been on for the last few years-- it was actually enjoyable. J had blood sugar issues that resulted in us being up until latelatelate, but otherwise it was a pretty good time.
And those are the adventures of Christina, age 25, who is not as cool as she used to be.
This week is set to be busy. J is out of town Wednesday and Thursday on a job, but hopefully we can make a party we've been invited to on Tuesday. If not, I may have to poke Bmore peeps for a ride. Wednesday, Timmy is making me dinner. Thursday is a bakeapalooza with Ariel. Saturday night I will be seeing other friends. And then Don is in town! Whee! If I have forgotten something I said I'd come to, pleasepleaseplease poke me. I am too busy and scatterbrained for my own good.