Tea for three

One great thing about working at an ad agency is that we don’t have to work the entire week between Christmas and New Year’s. So my days last week were spent shopping, going out to lunch, watching movies, catching up with friends and doing other activities of a similarly awesome nature.

Ahhh last week… those were the good ol’ days.

On Wednesday, my mom, my sister and I had afternoon tea at The Drake Hotel like fancy ladies. We did fancy lady things like eat scones and tiny sandwiches with no crusts and stick our pinkies in the air. It was wonderful, I tell you, just delightful!

After tea, we strolled Michigan Avenue, did some shopping at Nordstrom and enjoyed an early evening cocktail at Fleming’s. In short, it was the perfect day and I want to be a fancy lady forever.

Anyone know where I can purchase a mink stole?

Celebrating in style (and football helmets)

Our New Year’s Eve involved good food, great company, fancy drinks, poor lighting conditions (for taking photos, apparently), grapes (a tradition!), football helmets (don’t ask), Penny Can!, a sleepover and LOTS of fun.

Hopefully yours was equally as memorable! I don’t know about you, but I have a good feeling about 2012…

Sparkling wine at The Poison Cup

So many reasons to celebrate, so many sparkling wines to choose from!

New Year’s Eve is fast approaching (like, tomorrow!),  and since sparkling wine is my drink of choice no matter what the occasion, I plan on drinking it all. night. long.

This may seem like a dangerous, hang-over-inducing proposition to some people. But worry not, my friends. I’m no amateur. It’s all about pacing. And really, just the mere act of holding a glass of sparkling wine in my hand makes me feel a little more festive.

In the spirit of New Year’s Eve and sparkles and wine and feeling festive, I went with some friends on Wednesday night to a sparkling wine tasting at a cute little wine shop in Lincoln Park called The Poison Cup.

Unlimited tastes of ten different sparkling wines and the bonus of good company? Heaven, is that you??

We had a great time, and I ended up buying a brut cava to drink on New Year’s Eve. Can’t wait to pop that cork!

Merry Christmas to all, and to all an e-card!

Welcome to our Christmas card!

Most years we send cards in the mail like normal people. But this year, thanks to poor timing and a husband-imposed budget, that just wasn’t in the cards. (HA! Cards. Get it? Oh man.)

Instead, I decided to use Paperless Post and send them as e-cards. A little annoying. Kind of tacky. I know. But better than nothing, right?

The only problem is that we didn’t have email addresses for some of our friends/family members. So as a disclaimer, I’d just like to note that if you didn’t receive a holiday e-card from us, it’s because we don’t have your email address. Or we just don’t like you like that.

Also, I’d like to thank everyone who sent us holiday cards in the mail this year! You, your children and your pets are all gorgeous/adorable. (Even though some of you have bite marks on your faces or got your heads entirely ripped off thanks our mailmain-loathing dog who clearly has anger management issues.)

Even though we now have much less counter space, receiving each and every one of these cards was definitely a bright spot in my day!

I’m probably going to sign off for a few days to enjoy Christmas in the ‘Lou (aka, St. Louis – You can call it that if you’ve lived there). So I hope everyone has a very merry/happy/joyous holiday-of-choice!

Cheers and cheer to you and yours! 🙂

One night in Paris Club

Last Saturday, three of Will’s friends from Belleville were in town and one of them just happened to have a pretty awesome connection at Paris Club.

You know what that means: VIP status baby! We were poppin’ bottles and takin’ names!

Actually, the night was way more classy and less douchebaggy than I just made it sound. We “popped” one bottle.

But it was awesome! I gorged myself on the frites frommage and the more adventurous people at the table (NOT me) even gulped down some escargot (while I winced and looked away). They said it was delicious. I’m not completely convinced.

After dinner, we even got to skip the insane line at Studio Paris (the club upstairs), where that line between classiness and douchebaggery blurred just a bit, along with our vision and memory of that part of the evening.

It was a great time. Thanks to Mo for an amazing night!

Hey, I tried

This year, I tried to get all crafty (and environmentally conscious, mind you) by wrapping Christmas gifts in brown paper grocery bags and sprucing them up with some colorful tape.

So if you receive a gift from us and it smells like cheese, deli meat, toilet paper (not used!), or tampons (not used!), then I apologize. And I’m not judging, but what kind of weirdo smells gifts?

Anyway, hopefully the old saying “it’s the thought that counts” also applies to the gift wrapping – not just the gift.

The morning after

“If anybody is REALLY hungover, people are meeting in the lobby at 11:45am to go to Mr. Beef on Orleans. FYI.”

That was the first line of an email sent out to all of the creative staff at my agency this morning.

Explanation: our holiday party was last night.

I might be dragging a bit thanks to a few too many glasses of prosecco, but at least I actually came to work today, which is more than a lot of people can say.

I’m going to go ahead and assume that this is going to be a pretty low-key workday.

Happy Friday!

Christmas shopping

Last Friday I took the day off and got some Christmas shopping done.

It’s funny because normally I find Christmas shopping to be somewhat frustrating and stressful.

And normally I find Michigan Avenue to be somewhat frustrating and stressful.

But the two of them together are actually a pretty awesome, Christmas-y good time.

So much shame

(source)

I was the person on the brown line this morning who was sniffling every 20 seconds and then had a nasty hack-fest of a coughing fit before exiting the train.

Yes, my hands were used to wipe my nose and cover my coughs (what choice did I have??), and since I was standing, those germs were inevitably transferred to the metal handrail I was holding to be enjoyed by the next unlucky person to come along. Hopefully that person has a robust immune system.

Uggghh. People like me disgust me.

This is my formal apology. I’m gross, and I’m sorry. (I don’t know if you could tell, but I was giving myself a dirty look the whole time.)

Now I’m going to go swimming in a vat of self-loathing Purell. Because your health is important to me.