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There's nothing that gets a girl down like lean times.
No - not skinny times. When you unexpectedly wake up one morning feeling oddly light and flat-stomached. Dehydration? Stomach flu? Who cares! That's a wonderful feeling.
I'm talking about lean finances. Flies in your wallet. Cheap-ass broke. Feel me?
All of my friends are getting married right now. They're all getting married in exotic, pretty, non-Austin locales. In addition, I (stupidly?) decided to pay my car insurance half a year in advance. And finally, my work - which I adore - realized it hasn't been charging me for health insurance, so now I need to make up for it with my paycheck.
I. Am. Dying.
I can, however, still afford a cup of coffee. And people-watching - one of my favorite Austin activities - is free.
So I've got a recommendation: Emerald City Press. Just popped up on South Lamar. Check out this genius: coffee shop, fab newsstand, and florist in one. It's outdoors, a la Jo's on South Congress, and already has a hip little vibe going on. You can face the river out back (or South Lamar, in the front), sip your cappuccino, flip through the latest Nylon, and generally behave like the cool and trendy person you are.
The man and I went there on Sunday, while Cheapo Discs across the street was calculating returns for his used CD's. My cuppa was lovely, the takeaway menu of "services" even lovelier - I found out you can order a "get well soon" bouquet from Emerald City, which includes not only flowers (who doesn't feel better with flowers?), but tea, Emergen-C packets, and best of all - maybe only girls and gays understand this - glossy magazines!! When ill, men turn to ESPN; girls, O Magazine. It's like comfort food for our brain.
And P.S. - they have cinnamon rolls from Upper Crust. Go, go!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Jolie-Pitt Clan IN AUSTIN!
Umm.....so Brangelina & Co. have touched down in AUSTIN, y'all.
Check out Angie and Maddox strolling through Bergstrom Airport, here:
http://laineygossip.com/Angelina_Jolie_Gerard_Darel_pregnancy_fashion.aspx
Her boobs are mystifyingly amazing in an otherwise nondescript peasant dress, no? Further proof she is not mortal.
Also, parents who send their kids to an Austin daycare received the following notice:
"For a short term period beginning in later February, a very high profile family will enroll their preschool children at our center. Over the next few weeks, you may notice extra security around the center. The security is for everyone's safety. The family has asked that they be treated like everyone else...." (Source - LaineyGossip.com)
And finally, from Dallas Morning News a few hours ago:
"Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have brought their family down South for some Texas hospitality. OK! Magazine reports that the couple and their four children, soon to be five, have settled on a 270-acre ranch in Smithville, about 29 miles southeast of Austin.
Do you have sighting reports? Please send!
Check out Angie and Maddox strolling through Bergstrom Airport, here:
http://laineygossip.com/Angelina_Jolie_Gerard_Darel_pregnancy_fashion.aspx
Her boobs are mystifyingly amazing in an otherwise nondescript peasant dress, no? Further proof she is not mortal.
Also, parents who send their kids to an Austin daycare received the following notice:
"For a short term period beginning in later February, a very high profile family will enroll their preschool children at our center. Over the next few weeks, you may notice extra security around the center. The security is for everyone's safety. The family has asked that they be treated like everyone else...." (Source - LaineyGossip.com)
And finally, from Dallas Morning News a few hours ago:
"Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt have brought their family down South for some Texas hospitality. OK! Magazine reports that the couple and their four children, soon to be five, have settled on a 270-acre ranch in Smithville, about 29 miles southeast of Austin.
Mr. Pitt is said to be shooting a movie called Tree of Life, also starring Sean Penn. Residents said they have seen the couple at Wal-Mart, with Mr. Pitt sporting a buzz cut for the film. OK! reports that Ms. Jolie is at least five or six months pregnant, so she could give birth in Texas."
What what! A Texan Jolie-Pitt? Lord have mercy!
Would anyone be surprised if their cute, diverse, creative little family fell in love with our cute, diverse, creative little city? I for one would not.Do you have sighting reports? Please send!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Girls' Weekend!
Shame on me for waiting so long to post. Crazy, and I mean crazy, month.
Rather than verbally throw up all over this blog, and inducing you all to do the same on your computers, I'll spare you the events of the last month and just share with you my favorite highlight: my recent weekend in LA!
Do you know those friends whose mere presence is absolutely restorative to you? Whom you could do absolutely nothing with, and still have a total blast? Who "remind you of yourself," as my lovely friend Jon put it?
That is how I feel about Jeff, Jon, and Eddy.
Jeff and Eddy have an adorable condo in West Hollywood that Jon and I lust after. Jon lives in midtown Sacramento and is the sassy office manager of the magazine where he, Jeff and I used to work. Jon and I flew to LA on Friday, and jetted out Sunday. In between? One continuous dance party! (With brief breaks for bowling and viewings of Madonna's "Confessions Tour" on DVD. Which Jeff and Eddy own.)
Now, all three of these men are ridiculously gorgeous. It's amusing when we go out together, because random guys will "flirt" with me so that I'll introduce them to my beautiful male companions. I guess it's like the time I invited Emily Weinberger to my birthday party in the third grade because she was friends with Mark Keaton who was so cute! Right?
But anyway, I dig it: I do put the "ass" in "ambassador," after all.
Friday night, we went to this club whose proper title I can't remember now, but goes by "PopStarz" every Friday. The "z" is intentional. Saturday night, we went to Here, a neighborhood joint that is a sea of well-defined pectorals come 11pm. Ample dance floors and brightly-colored drinks at both! My people, indeed. Some say "fag hag," I say "kindred spirit."
The best part of Saturday night, however, was walking out in a massive crowd and hearing Jon somewhere in the midst saying, "Ooookay....that's about enough." I turn around and he is gingerly peeling away some other male's poor arms, tightly wound around Jon's neck from behind. Bless his little heart.
Eddy prompted a fashion show for us at some point back at the apartment, with ginormous 6-inch sparkly heels and white patent leather boots! I'm still unclear on the event these will eventually be put to use for (do you even need a reason?), but anyway we all took turns modeling and took pictures. Is a slumber party forming in your mind? That is what it was!
There was also: bowling in the same complex where the Kodak Theatre (cough cough Oscars! cough) is located, a viewing of Ricky from My So-Called Life at this yummy Brazilian restaurant, and my opportunity to use a restroom in which The Doors recorded "LA Woman." Who, me?
On my last morning in LA, I ate the most heavenly Eggs Florentine at a greasy spoon diner on Sunset. But diner or no, it's still LA, and our car was valeted. Valeted! I love it. I also had the realization that my favorite trashy reality show, "The Rock of Love" was being recorded mere footsteps away. Amber, can you hear me? I'm pulling for ya girl! And Destiny, you need to chill out before you give yourself a hernia.
One last little mention...my badass friend Jeff is going to start writing for the LA Times. He is a young writing prodigy. Jeff, you are one of my role models.
Anyway, by the end of it all, I returned to Austin complete. I guess sometimes you need another city to make you feel at home again.
Rather than verbally throw up all over this blog, and inducing you all to do the same on your computers, I'll spare you the events of the last month and just share with you my favorite highlight: my recent weekend in LA!
Do you know those friends whose mere presence is absolutely restorative to you? Whom you could do absolutely nothing with, and still have a total blast? Who "remind you of yourself," as my lovely friend Jon put it?
That is how I feel about Jeff, Jon, and Eddy.
Jeff and Eddy have an adorable condo in West Hollywood that Jon and I lust after. Jon lives in midtown Sacramento and is the sassy office manager of the magazine where he, Jeff and I used to work. Jon and I flew to LA on Friday, and jetted out Sunday. In between? One continuous dance party! (With brief breaks for bowling and viewings of Madonna's "Confessions Tour" on DVD. Which Jeff and Eddy own.)
Now, all three of these men are ridiculously gorgeous. It's amusing when we go out together, because random guys will "flirt" with me so that I'll introduce them to my beautiful male companions. I guess it's like the time I invited Emily Weinberger to my birthday party in the third grade because she was friends with Mark Keaton who was so cute! Right?
But anyway, I dig it: I do put the "ass" in "ambassador," after all.
Friday night, we went to this club whose proper title I can't remember now, but goes by "PopStarz" every Friday. The "z" is intentional. Saturday night, we went to Here, a neighborhood joint that is a sea of well-defined pectorals come 11pm. Ample dance floors and brightly-colored drinks at both! My people, indeed. Some say "fag hag," I say "kindred spirit."
The best part of Saturday night, however, was walking out in a massive crowd and hearing Jon somewhere in the midst saying, "Ooookay....that's about enough." I turn around and he is gingerly peeling away some other male's poor arms, tightly wound around Jon's neck from behind. Bless his little heart.
Eddy prompted a fashion show for us at some point back at the apartment, with ginormous 6-inch sparkly heels and white patent leather boots! I'm still unclear on the event these will eventually be put to use for (do you even need a reason?), but anyway we all took turns modeling and took pictures. Is a slumber party forming in your mind? That is what it was!
There was also: bowling in the same complex where the Kodak Theatre (cough cough Oscars! cough) is located, a viewing of Ricky from My So-Called Life at this yummy Brazilian restaurant, and my opportunity to use a restroom in which The Doors recorded "LA Woman." Who, me?
On my last morning in LA, I ate the most heavenly Eggs Florentine at a greasy spoon diner on Sunset. But diner or no, it's still LA, and our car was valeted. Valeted! I love it. I also had the realization that my favorite trashy reality show, "The Rock of Love" was being recorded mere footsteps away. Amber, can you hear me? I'm pulling for ya girl! And Destiny, you need to chill out before you give yourself a hernia.
One last little mention...my badass friend Jeff is going to start writing for the LA Times. He is a young writing prodigy. Jeff, you are one of my role models.
Anyway, by the end of it all, I returned to Austin complete. I guess sometimes you need another city to make you feel at home again.
