viva las vegas

as you may or may not already know or be jealous of, i recently returned from a 4 day all you can drink stint in las vegas. i'd like to share a few of those moments with all of you. even though i'm not the vegas type at all, after having been there, i feel like vegas could potentially be for anyone for 4 days.

top 10 memories of a girls' weekend in the desert:

1. all you can drink complimentary champagne as long as you sit by a slot machine or table
2. wearing my prom dress out on the town like it was any other day
3. wearing said prom dress with friends also dressed like hoochies (the classiest ones!) and learning to play craps with lots of men in the middle of the night and making friends with the dealers and rolling the dice while getting called shooter and winning $200 (way to go annie!)
4. spending 2 days at a very expensive spa - totes worth it
5. running around said spa naked and free since it is *~*ladies only*~*
6. watching naked french canadians fulfill all of our wildest festishes in zumanity
7. a 4-foot long hot pink inflatable penis
8. taking said penis into our bubble bath party in a ridiculously large bathtub (while drinking out of penis straws, obvi)
9. getting $200 comped to our rooms when our sassy accountant complained several times that the rooms were dirty (age, you are my heroine)
10. laughing hysterically for 4 days, making fun of everything/everyone, feeling like we were in high school again (in the good way)

i think this photo encapsulates the sentiment of the trip...

o hai movie: (500) days of summer.

so the movie i've been waiting to see for six months finally arrived on the streets of new york july 17th: "(500) days of summer." after two viewings and constantly listening to the soundtrack (shout out to the smiths all over that bad boy <3 u 4e morrissey) (500) proved to be worth 180 days of waiting.

not to spoil the film, but the leading characters don't end up together. oof, 'tis a shame for tom (jospeh gordon-levitt) because summer (zooey deschanel) is a fox with fierce street style. newayz, the fact that they split is totes obvilicious -- isn't that the story of 99.9 percent of relationships? for this reason, the movie in many ways isn't about their break up, but rather the reckless road of heartbreak that results in a more mature understanding of love.

i guess i particularly love this film because it doesn't pretend to answer questions that often don't have explanations. why do we meet certain people? why do we fall in and out of love with them? why are we vulnerable in some relationships and throw up walls in other? how can you love and still be unsure? and why is it that when you know, you just know? not to get all "deep thoughts with jack handy" on you, it's simply that the (500) poses a lot of questions about fate, coincidence, indecision, expectation, and certainty in feeling that many movies about relationships don't push. on top of that, it's beautifully filmed + has a post-"i just got.it.ON" dance sequence for the ages.

without saying more, "(500) days of summer" is certainly worth the $12.50 ticket (or whatever cheap ass price all you non-new yorkers are paying). for those of you who can relate to the characters you probably won't find any clarity in the story considering relationships and breakups always fall into a messy gray area. perhaps that's why this movie works so well -- it's about how we get to where we need to be rather than how we neatly end up.

100 posts of fierceness

that's right. today marks our 100th post aka we've made it in this biz. when tv shows make 100 episodes they get a huge cake made and stick their faces in it on camera. we shall be more dignified, somber even.

in fact, we have a confession to make. on this, our 100th post, we have to tell you that 50% of us has moved to a villa in the 6th borough, the land of non-stop dream vacations and fresh squeezed orange juice. (we are no longer a brooklyn-only operation, for this we apologize.)

apparently it is also the land of the $15 pedicure which i discovered last night and fully support. the neon sign of "design nails" or whatever generic name it was brought me in from the rain. i got to sit on tattered chairs, listen to the harmony of yelling voices in an unidentifiable southeast asian language and look at my pedicurist's amazing sense of style (read: knock-off ed hardy-esque wife beater laced down the middle-gut included-plastic flip flops with a bow and hot pink striped toe nails that she painted herself, and a faded swastika tattoo that looked homemade/prisonmade.) all in all, the pedicure was great and out of 100 colors to choose from, 30 were neon. needless to say, i'll be going back.

mon petit paris

how did i not find out about this sooner, le gasp!

my little paris - their motto i fully agree with. paris is not just a city, it's an attitude. oui madame.

you can sign up for their free weekly newsletter to satiate the francophile inside you (in english or fracais bien sur). oh, and unlike goop they have a sense of humor.

their little illustrations and free e-cards are oh so cute (wink wink i better have one in my inbox soon).

this week's article: chocolate ogasm. who could disagree?

too depressed for words...

that i am not drinking absinthe and falling into the seine in celebration on bastille day, but rather, cleaning up mouse poop and eating peanut butter for dinner.

i'll get you next year paris.

i guess things could be worse?

VIVE LA FRANCE

it is officially french week here at *~* and we are wearing our berets and sipping on champagne to celebrate. ok so basically nothing is new.

as you all should know, france/paris/french men hold a special place in our hearts. so while it is summer and we can wear our striped t-shirts, let us all join in celebration of a truly amazing land.

without further ado, we present a love poem to france.

i love the cheese and sunny breeze
i love le soleil and les musees
j'aime la musique et la nourriture fantasique
i love les boulevards and the small cars
i love les parques and little dogs that bark
j'aime les eglises pas la mise
i love la france et toute la chance, viens danse!


PS: sneak preview of my bastille day outfit tomorrow!

high about the sky.

strolling across the sea
where exhibitionists breed
to early to see