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Thursday, July 19, 2012

Busy Living

Casual car temp just before the evening of the thunderstorm that knocked my power out for 7 whole days

escaping to the lake with Panama Boyfriend
4AM Dance parties


Spontaneous 10:00PM dinner at The Palm with Boy and our dear friend... Martinis, lobster and steak.
Team America

Best friend bday dancing

Girlfriends Reunion
Happy Fourth

Mini vacation by myself at The Washington Plaza

Vacation Lunch, pre-sugar/brain freeze headache

Kaskade in Baltimore

Until I have a real one, my roommate's stuffed animal does just fine.

These are really in no particular order.  The past month has been a whirlwind, per usual.  I lost power at my apartment for 7 days at the end of June.  Boy and I were at a Kaskade concert and came home very late to a pitch black city late Friday night, and drunk and tired, fell right asleep.  Saturday morning boy left (for the next few days) to deal with the power outage (no folks, boy is not an electrician, but his job was related to this incident), so I was stuck at home.  Saturday was sort of a treat.  NONE of my friends were in the city that weekend, so I had an entire day to do whatever I liked.  I woke up early at 6AM and drove to the grocery store where I bought a ton of ice, came home and packed up everything I could save from the fridge and freezer, and walked to Starbucks.  With my cappuccino in hand, I wandered over to CVS to get nail polish and left with 5 magazines and 3 new nail colors.  Standard.  When I got home I started cleaning, but after taking the swiffer out of the closet, I lost twenty pounds in sweat.  It was 100 degrees by 11AM.  No A/C, no tv, no computer, nothing.  Entertaining yourself for hours on end is tricky in this situation.  After attempting to go to the community pool (big mistake, in 100 degree heat the pool was literally 90 degrees, and filled to capacity), I came home and decided to drive my car to a far away movie theatre (charging my phone) and simply walk in to see whatever was playing and bask in the air conditioning.  I watched Magic Mike next to a group of thirteen year old girls, and ate a Medium popcorn for dinner (no butter).  I got home around 9pm and it was not jut hot, but Bear-Gryllis pee in your shirt and wrap around your head hot.  There was also no electricity on the entire street, so after I turned off my car, I had to use my iPhone to light my way to the front door.  Boy came home around 11pm and we laid on separate couches basically in our underwear, eating delivery (which we had to receive by lantern outside btw).  We called literally 32 hotels in DC... all full except the Ritz going for $500 a night.  So we booked it, obviously.  Not.  We survived the evening falling asleep in the living room on our separate couches, and in the morning when boy left at 6AM again, I actually laid on the hardwood floor in my underwear searching for "cool" like a desperate crackhead.  After killing time driving in my car that morning to Bed Bath and Beyond and leaving empty-handed (clearly I'm an all or nothing kind of girl), I posted in Whole Foods with my laptop for 3 hours letting it charge.  Its funny how fast those three hours went, literally waiting for my laptop to juice up and wandering around reading about all the funky exotic fruits and snacks.  I was just considering trying the community pool again, when I thought about checking DC hotels with pools and their availability/rate.  Now, it was almost all of DC and the surrounding areas still without power, in blistering heat, so I imagined this type of safe haven was going to be like buying tickets for Oprah's Favorite Things Live - impossible, and expensive.  I was shocked to find that not only was one spot opened, it was much cheaper than I imagined.  I booked that room quicker than Katie Holmes could sign her divorce papers, and within 20 minutes I was poolside, by myself, with my 5 magazines, drinking a pina colada the size of my head.  Amen to early check-in, praise God for rum, and thank you Lord for a mini vacation with myself.

Some other things happened too... boy and I went to the lake for the Fourth, I decked my entire body in American flags everywhere I could (nails included), my roommate hosted an awesome birthday party and was gifted an enormous stuffed dog that I have adopted, I had a fancy shmancy late night dinner I couldn't afford but was worth every penny, I threw out all the contents of my fridge, I made banana bread, I did 4 loads of laundry in one day, I drove past my new apartment no less than 10 times just to see, I danced around until 4am and went to work at 9am, I regretted dancing til 4am at 9am, and I had a great few weeks of just living.  As selfishly as I ever will, with great friends, great music, great food and great drinks.  And its still 100 degrees.

Happiness Means...
1.  Air conditioning
2.  Two nights of mexican and margaritas in a row
3.  I'm selling my shitty tv for $40 to someone on craigslist named Baby Jae (pray for me)!!
4.  Airheads candy
5.  Hype Machine app... source of all my recent favorite music

Goal:  Literally have not exercised in about 3 weeks, yikes.  Isn't there something about it being so hot that even breathing, you burn more calories than usual?  Therefore, walking to my car is essentially like running 5 miles in regular weather?  Yes?

Friday, June 15, 2012

Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity. ~Voltaire

The blog world is dominated by mostly two things in my mind:  food and fashion.  I'm sure people would argue otherwise, and perhaps I'm biased because those are the two subjects that I enjoy reading about most.  However, it is no surprise that these would be at the forefront of most blog topics.  Not only do they both photograph beautifully, they are universally recognizable as part of our every-day.  Some might not consider fashion something they are familiar with, but as long as you put your pants on every day (and Lord I hope most of you do), you are making a statement.  And whether or not you realize it, you are contributing to trends, influencing how others see you- good and bad, and giving an image to your generation.  I love fashion.  I love seeing what other people pair together, how it mimics something else- a nod to 50s Dior, 90s grunge, your grandfather's sweater, or Madonna circa 1982.  It is really like art.  Here are some of my favorite images...

From Kate Moss to a stranger's ginger child, each of these is a little bit of art.  And that shot of Olivia Palermo?  Seeing that dress on the rack it would do nothing for me.  Crimson lipstick?  No thank you.  But somehow, it all comes together and looks perfect.  I'd wear that to spaghetti any day. 

Speaking of food, my love of fashion is unmatchable to my love of food.  There is a danger in a love of food.  I'll spare the obvious reasons, but I think our generation is overly saturated by images of food, health articles, Dr. Oz episodes and cooking channels.  Food is meant to nourish our bodies, but how awesome that it is meant to be enjoyable!  Voltaire nailed it.  I think it is easy to get caught up in the hype of being vegan, paleo, vegetarian, gluten free... the list goes on.  I understand some of these lifestyles are for health reasons, and many commit to this lifestyle their entire lives (something I could never do).  But when did we have to become so crazed with modifying everything, substituting this and that and eliminating brown rice or crucifying olive oil in exchange for coconut?  Can't we just enjoy the bread basket?  I'm starting to get a little preachy, and I certainly do not mean to sound hypocritical.  After all, I famously sub many ingredients in dishes I cook to give them more nutritional value.  However, never to the point that it racks my brain.  There was a time when that was all I could think about.  Alternatives to everything.  Lettuce instead of a roll, veggies instead of meat, mustard instead of ketchup...  My idea of a burger was a veggie patty sandwiched between two leaves of lettuce with mustard (zero calories), no cheese, and tomatoes and onions.  That was safe to me.  Did I enjoy it?  Yes, if I were craving a salad.  But if I wanted a burger, that was a stretch.  Pasta was to be avoided at all costs (too many carbs), and bagels were the Antichrist.  Avocados were tricky because I knew they were "healthy" but 240 calories is still 240 calories, and if I go for a run and burn 220 calories, I felt as if that was wasted.  This was the saddest time in my life.  Few social events don't involve food, and so social events became nightmares.  I would plan days in advance to either eat as low calorie as possible so I could eat "normally" with everyone else, or eat just enough so I wouldn't be tempted by dips and cheeses and crackers.  This always failed.  I was always miserable, and I wasted all the time I could have enjoyed, worrying about what sort of consequence the food was going to have on my body.  A full fledged eating disorder.  I hate typing that word.  I'm not even sure how I started this post on fashion and ended up here.  I'm a pretty private person, and I rarely talk about that time in my life because it it still painful.  And truthfully, I'll always live with it.  I'm not sure what the turnaround for me was.  I moved out of my old apartment into a homey neighborhood with one of my best friends, and I was happy and comfortable.  I started cooking, and remembering how much I love food.  I very slowly gained all my weight back, but it was slow enough that although my clothes were getting a bit tighter, I was a happier person.  That's not saying those issues don't entirely go away.  The articles are still there, the pictures of Kate Moss are still there, my extra small jeans are still there.  I am always tempted to tell myself I'm not small enough.  But then again, the anxiety I felt and all the time I wasted on something so silly was such a drain on my life and everyone around me, I can never go back to that time.  I was lucky enough to have family, friends, and my wonderful boy to pull me out of that black hole.  Every now and then I look at old pictures and I really cannot believe it is me.  The really sick thing is that I remember in almost every picture exactly what I was scared to eat or did eat that day.  I might not remember what day it was or what party, but I could tell you what I ate.  Because that was all I thought about.  I've started writing a post like this many times, and every time deleting it.  I didn't want to start a post spilling all of this, so I fooled all of you with the fashion segway, clever gal that I am.  I didn't intend on even reaching this topic when I was skimming pinterest this morning and deciding to post a few favorite pics.  But the juxtaposition between models and food sort of pulled me here.  I know it sounds corny, and we've all heard it by our mothers, those weird little posters on pinterest, and by Oprah, but love yourself.  Be selfish and vain and know that if you are kind, you are the best version of yourself.  Take care of yourself, but not so that your physical is before your mental.  The two should be balanced.  Run if it makes you happy, eat quinoa because you enjoy it, choose lettuce leaves in lieu of a bun, but keep the burger.  Do what feels right to you.  You will never get time back, so give yourself the memories of happy laughter, rich conversation, deep hugs, soulful kisses, wondrous travels, and delicious food.  Enjoy the bread basket.

Thursday, June 7, 2012


Lights in lieu of flowers

I go through phases with Pinterest. I sign on once a week or every other week and immediately pin 100 things. Here are a few favorites...

Stella Mcartney Cake

I usually look like this on the weekends


My boat

My boyfriend
Perrine by Ulla Maija Anna Maier

Oyster Shooters on a date with Mama

Feel free to follow me!  Am I the only one who feels like today is Friday?

Happiness Means...
1.  ONE day until Friday
2.  My best friend Rosemary is back from Ecuador!  She returned safe and sound in time for a girl date last night, to tell us all about her adventure over a few bottles of wine.
3.  Getting mail!  Ok, well I ordered a Slatkin coconut candle and Fifty Shades of Grey from Amazon, so I already knew it was coming.  Now if it would just hurry up and get here!
4.  Lake tomorrow.
5.  This, all Saturday:

Goal:  Not get skin posioning.  I swear, I have always had olive skin and tan easily, but ever since my terrible burn in Florida, I'm super sensitive.  Any recommendations for good sunscreen?  I heard Josie Maran has great products but I'm not sure if its worth the moolah.  Let me know if any of you have sun secrets! xo

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


The green glass lamp was a vintage find from my parent's basement, and the pillows and chenille blanket were my great grandmothers

I've had the same look for my bedroom since I graduated school.  In my first apartment, my room was pretty big, but I didn't have a ton of furniture for it, so it was my bed, dresser, bookshelf, and corner chair.  When I moved into my current apartment, my room became half the size I was used to.  Luckily, I didn't have too much to squeeze, and it all fit nicely into my nook.  I like to keep my room mostly white to keep it clean and bright.  My bedding is mostly white with yellow-gold and green accents pillows (and a fur throw from Pottery Barn), the walls are white (including one brick wall), and I painted my dresser white.  My favorite part of my room is the photo wall.  In lieu of a headboard in my old apartment, I shaped frames above my bed into a square headboard shape.  In my current room, I kept the collage but moved it to the side of my bed. 

The painting is of the house I grew up in.  Someone left it in the attic with their signature on the back.  I still don't know who it is!
I absolutely love my teeny tiny bedroom. Do you like yours?

Happiness Means:
1.  Figuring out instagram!  @lauratylermoore
2.  Memorial day in 2 days, with a forecast of 80-85 and mostly sunny alllll weekend.
3.  Mexican dinner for two nights in a row (tummy not so happy).
4.  Going to a baseball game with literally 20 friends. Literally in the 6th to last row.
5.  This cake.  Reminds me of the mudcakes I would always make at my grandma's when I was little.  Even as tiny as I was, I would spend hours decorating them and then leave them alone for days because they were too pretty to destroy.  Grandma always agreed.
Goal:  Get out of a slump.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

No Depression

I Break Horses

I saw M83 last Saturday.  The night I was supposed to drive 4 hours home to surprise my mom for mother's day.  My roommate and her friend were going, and they showed up to the bar where boy and I were having dinner with one extra ticket.  Naturally, I told my boyfriend to have a great dinner by himself while I threw cash on the table and beelined it home to change into cowboy boots and a free people top.  Just kidding, I told him to take it and I would smack him if he even considered going without me craigslist for another one.  The concert started in an hour, so I quickly emailed literally 20 people asking if the tix were still available.  Out of all those emails, I got one:
"Sure, I can meet you at the concert at 10:50.  Tix are $30 each.  I'm 5'8, dirty blonde hair and wearing a shirt that says 'No Depression'."  I would have just asked for her number, but hey, "no depression" was there waiting, I bought two tickets for $60 and sold one for $40.  Booyah.


They opened with "I Break Horses" which was amazing.  So amazing in fact, that we all thought it was M83 until they said "Thanks for having us!".  We're obviously numba one fanz.  But seriously, this was the best show I've ever seen.  The light show and their vocals were even better than the track.  If they come to your city, GO.

Boy and his asian round face gf
We got home at 4AM.  I left for New Jersey at 7AM.  These are the kind of moments that are only possible when you're young and stupid.  But I made it for Mother's Day, and my mom didn't even mind the stamp on my hand.

Happiness Means...
1.  Making this for dinner tonight.
2.  Dinner dates with my roommate where we share our fries and onion rings, drink 2 bottles of wine, and come home for leftover cupcakes and then make cookies.
3.  This
4.  True Story
5.  Our first family vacation 11 years ago.  Its really a shame you can't see my GAP size 12  light denim flares and Old Navy "Welcome to Hawaii" tshirt.  I remember all my outfits.

Goal:  Try out Trader Joe's!  I'm in a serious relationship with Whole Foods, but its starting to feel abusive.  I'll let you know my feelings on my adventure next time!  Ta-ta!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Roommate

I'm a very lucky girl.  For various reasons, but one of the most important - my Freshman year roommate was normal.  All I really knew about college (besides from "Legally Blonde" and "Animal House" - both excellent examples) I learned from my mom.  Her best friend is still her college roommate.  Maybe I was naive in expecting my first college roommate to fulfill the expectation that she might very well be a best friend, but the stars aligned and God said IT SHALL BE SO (<---- in a deep loud booming voice, probably with thunder and lightning).
Documentation of God choosing my best friend
Not everyone was as lucky as I was.  I would actually argue that most people either hated their roommate, or reached the unspoken agreement that while they inhabited the same space, they were in no way friends.  Well, pretty much since the first day, Lauren and I became best friends.  We went to meals together, watched Food Network in our beds, ordered takeout, went to Frat parties (wah scary!), drove to Walmart, and held each others hair back.  Ultimate friendship test.  We didn't always get along of course, but I obviously got over her breaking my hair straightener and she got over me never cleaning my side of the room (I also never washed my sheets- a slight exaggeration).  We lived with each other every semester through graduation.  I posted about my other best friends here and here, all of whom I met the first week of school (except my cousin).  I'm either really lucky, or God got lightning rod happy and granted my wish tri-fold.  Thanks God, you're the man.

We like to dance
We look good dancing

My arms are always above my head

Sometimes we... mix it up?
And sometimes we match
And sometimes its because I have pink eye

We also both love Weezy, Paula Deen, CB4 (look it up), piano bars, and Woodchuck Cider.  We are also excellent gift givers.  She never forgets a birthday.  I have a hard time remembering if its Tuesday or Thursday.  She came to visit for a night last week while in town for a conference meeting, and squeezed in a few hours to spend with me on a Monday night after her company dinner.  We ended up at a bar where she paid the piano man $20 for me to sing Patsy Cline "Crazy".  I only knew the first line.  It was awesome.

Shockingly, we don't appear like we're 6 cocktails deep.  Also, this was taken by one of our new Australian friends.  All of them were older than our dads.

Funny things going on here:  I don't know the words.  That shot of tequila was my bribe for the piano man.  He doesn't drink.  My mom says I look like her here (good to know I start resembling my mom after one too many).

Love you Kleiner!


P.S. - Don't try to understand any part of that.