Save the bubbly

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Fellow Champagne lovers! Your attention, please.

I came across a very useful tip on Cup of Jo this morning (originally from Real Simple).

Lament over unfinished bottles of bubbly no more! If you open a bottle and have some left over (hardly ever happens to me, but I suppose I can imagine how this might be an issue), re-cork and store it in the refrigerator. When you’re ready to finish it off, just drop in a raisin! The wrinkly little guy will bring the bubbles back to life due to some weird science-y explanation having to do with CO2 sticking to the ridges of the raisin. Or whatever. I don’t do science.

Yay!

Retro photo gems – 2nd installment

I just have a few things to say about this photo:

1. It was taken at my friend Cynthia’s bachelorette party in Savannah, GA in a bar called JJ Bonerz.

2. It was not Halloween.

3. I did not know these two pirates. They were sweaty. But also true southern gentlemen.

4. I went through a phase in my mid-twenties when I would make devil horns in approximately 1/3 of the photos taken of me while intoxicated.

5. At some point that night, I also ended up wearing one of those pirate hats. Did I mention these guys were sweaty?

6. Someone please tell me where you can buy a sleeveless pinstripe button-up shirt.

 

(See the 1st installment of my Retro Photo Gems series here)

ITALY !! :) :)

I had trouble coming up with a title for this post, but I think what I ended up with accurately expresses my thoughts right now.

Because… we’re going to Italy this spring!!!

Plane tickets are BOOKED. So there’s no turning back now. Not that I’d want to.

Rome, Capri, Amalfi, Venice, Florence… hide yo’ pasta, hide yo’ wine. And hide yo’ gelato. Cuz I’m eatin’ everything out there. Run and tell that.

Anyone have any suggestions for things to do, places to stay, where to eat? All you Rick Steves wanna-bes out there – hit me up!

(Images from here, here, here, here and here.)

Suit up

Lucky for me, getting married only multiplied my awesomeness.

Which says a lot because I was already super awesome as a single person! Crazy!

But something tells me getting pregnant would not have the same effect…

(Source: Photo was posted by a friend on Facebook – not sure where she got it from)

The Aviary

Let’s get real. I’m a little hungover this morning. But I have no regrets.

Last night, Will and I met my friend Sarah and her husband James at The Aviary, a cocktail bar that should really be called The Awesomeness (in my opinion).

This was no ordinary bar. Our drinks were creative works of art. Sarah was served a cocktail in a flask. One of the drinks Will ordered was encased in a hollow ball of ice, which he had to crack open with a tiny slingshot.

Yes, a tiny slingshot. You can’t make this stuff up.

Also, every single drink was DE. LISH. US.

I guess I should have expected nothing less from Grant Achatz of Alinea fame. (Alinea is the best restaurant in North America. Look it up.)

But one of the coolest parts about The Aviary is a secret, tucked-away room called The Office.

Sarah and James are Aviary vets, so they showed us first-timers a thing or two. Once we had finished our drinks in the main room, they slyly asked our server if we could go to The Office. She raised her eyebrow for a second, nodded, and said that someone would come by shortly to talk to us about our request. Mystery! Intrigue! It felt like we were doing something illegal.

A short while later, a young man with an earpiece escorted us downstairs to a locked, unmarked door. Just as I was about to ask why he was taking us to the janitor’s closet, he opened the door to a world of sheer coolness.

It was a dimly-lit room resembling a very rich person’s library with plush leather chairs, glowing bottles of liquor lining the bar and only enough space for about 10 people, tops.

Sooo coool!

When I went to the bathroom and they had to give me a key to get back in (the door was locked to keep out the riff-raff!), I was feeling pret-ty special, let me tell you. Almost special enough not to wince at the $20/drink price tag. Almost.

All in all, The Aviary was quite an experience. I would highly recommend visiting at least once if you are the type of person who can get over the feeling that you are drinking dollar bills (it’s not cheap, guys).

P.S. I would have taken more photos, but it was pretty dark in there and I’m fairly certain that using my flash would have been frowned upon. The photos above were taken in The Office, which had a bit more candlelight.

Happy Halloween!

As I listen to the sounds of chainsaws and screaming coming from the scary moving playing at work and scan through a photo collage of my friends’ kids in their costumes (otherwise known as Facebook), I am reminded that it is Halloween!

If you didn’t know, Halloween is my favorite holiday that does not involve the exchanging of presents.

This year, I dressed up as a “lame person.” The costume consisted of me not dressing up.

But if I did dress up, I definitely would have been something only slightly less stupid than that. As someone who is really good at just waiting for opportunities to fall into her lap, I don’t generally enjoy putting effort into things.

So I feel like I better start thinking of costume ideas for my future kids right now. Otherwise, sending them to school on Halloween wrapped black garbage bags and claiming that they are discarded dumpster corpses from Law & Order SVU might happen. More than once.  But if you think about it, that’s really a pretty versatile costume. The garbage bag can also be used to store the candy they collect, and when they get older, they can put on tube tops, smear lipstick across their faces and be slutty dumpster corpses (which might actually be more authentic!).

Happy weekend

Today is Friday AND I have the day off!

So I’m lying on the couch with some pumpkin coffee and catching up on Rachel Zoe.

My favorite quote from the season finale episode:

“I gag for Rachel’s salami.” – Joey

In which, to “gag” is a good thing.

Let me use it in another context for you.

I gag for this little ball of cuteness on the couch next to me.

Seriously. I. die.

Ooh! Speaking of gagging (and not in the good way), last night I went to an industry Halloween party at Cutters and saw this guy:

You know, just lying around ON A BED OF NAILS. He actually had horrible nail marks all over his back.

Halloween is so weird.

Love it.

Target treasure

If you’re looking to hop on this fall’s chunky bootie bandwagon, your train just pulled into the station, my friend!

TOOT! TOOT!

Come on ride the train…

Sorry. I’m excited.

Last weekend, I found these cute black booties at Target for only $29.99! So I bought them! Duh! (ok, ok, I’m toning it down…)

Not only are they cute, but they are also managing not to abuse my feet too much.

Today is the first day I’ve worn them, and so far two people at Chipotle complimented me on them and one overly-aggressive lady in the bathroom at work (who I’ve never met before) came up behind me shouting, “You look SO CUTE! SOOO CUUUTE!!!”

Thanks. And nice to meet you.

Here’s what they look like on:

Sorry for the weird angle and blurriness. How about you try nonchalantly taking a photo of your feet in public and let me know how it turns out.

Anyway, just wanted to share my major fashion score with you in case you were on the hunt for similar shoes. You’re welcome! Remember, I’m here to help.