Besides my trip to Charleston this spring, I may be taking a trip abroad. I’ve never been to the UK, and I’m not letting myself go without spending at least a day in London.
I know every tourism website makes a city look better, but come.on. I can’t not go!
Of course, I’ll want to see Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, Big Ben, the Eye, maybe the Tate, a little bit of Notting Hill, and the Sketch Tea Room- the ‘most instagrammed’ spot in London! I’m sure I won’t be able to resist shopping, too, so I should probably factor that in.
At this rate, I’ll be there for a week, but I have to say that I’d be okay with it. Let me know if you’ve ever been to London and if so, what I should do/where I should stay/what I need to see and eat.
This week, I celebrated Friday with two friends and a Sephora gift card, and I’m not that there’s a better way to usher in the weekend. Here’s what I looked at inside the hallowed, striped walls of my favorite makeup destination:
Nars Creamy Concealer: For $29 and the rave reviews online and from my friends, I had to try it out. From my limited sample in store, the texture is amazing and it blended well. I’m still loyal to my Clinique, but needed something a bit darker and was just curious.
Urban Decay All Nighter Long-Lasting Makeup Setting Spray: Besides crying, having makeup running down your face or seeing concealer creases during a fun night out is, in my opinion, a telltale sign of boarding the hot mess express. I found a size smaller than this, and decided to give it a go.
Sephora Collection Pro Contour Blender #77: While I’m pretty loyal to BareMinerals and other brands and didn’t buy this brush, a friend with me did as the other one of us, who always has defined cheekbones and highlighted apples, gave it a glowing review. It’s amazing in person, and the edge is something I’d like to try.
Tony Moly I’m Real – Red Wine Face Mask Sheet: Since I have a birthday dinner tomorrow, I had to put together a plethora of pampering goodies for a favorite friend, and found this on an end cap. Pores aren’t a particular problem of mine, but it’s paraben free and meant to tighten and moisturize, so I might try the additional sheet.
Sephora Collection Face Mask: In my experience, all of Sephora’s masks are good, and you can’t beat the $6 price. I chose this green tea one for its anti-blemish properties and because the recipient is an avid tea drinker. Win, win.
Linking up with April this Friday and waiting for a fun weekend of said birthday dinner, working out, and hanging out with my favorite little (well, not so little anymore) cousins. I’m liking this slower January.
Since January, deemed the most depressing and gloomy month by respected, qualified officials worldwide (me), seems to be just the worst, I have found a positive: it is this time of the month, mid-late January, in which all the resolutioners finally depart the gym once and for all and accept that the membership card will forever rot on their key chain.
With the annoying, inexperienced newbies gone, which I think is something worth celebrating, I made a promise to myself that I needed to go to the gym a lot more. But, since I won’t be donning a bikini anytime soon nor seen by any male, I decided it’ll be a lot easier with some inspiration.
At least make the trek to the fridge for some lemon water.
P.S. If you’re interested, I wrote about my favorite Nike workout wear here.
P.P.S. If you’re even more interested, my favorite workouts are the stairclimber, weights, anything cardio, and the Tone It Up videos on YouTube. They’re difficult but instructional and both of the leaders’ voices are refreshingly normal- and I dare say relaxing- for YouTube.
Now that the craziness of the holiday season is over, I’m finding myself with a little extra time on my hands, and it’s been too long since I’ve read. I don’t know if I’ve said this before, but I’ll read almost anything, and I don’t discriminate. For example, I’ve read Life of Pi (Yann Martel), Yes Please (Amy Poehler), and everything in between in the past year, and that’s about the most accurate description of my taste that I can offer.
Mindy Kaling is someone I always say I’d invite when people ask me the generic icebreaker question about celebrity dinner parties. Her comedic genius is at play on The Office, one of my favorite shows, and I think she interviews and dresses beautifully. I’d love to read Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), and her more recent book, Why Not Me?
The Interestings is an award-winning novel that follows six teenagers all the way from a summer camp to their thirties and forties. As I guess you could say I’m still young, and maybe still growing up a little, I’m always looking for books that propel into the future a little bit. I’m interested to see how such a vast timeline will work.
In kind of a tragic, poignant way, 22-year old Marina Keegan’s works were collected posthumously in The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories. I’ve seen and heard so much buzz about this book, most of which I’m sure is deserved, and I’m curious to read. I also haven’t read anything in essay format in a long time.
The Woman I Wanted to Be is fashion icon Diane von Furstenburg’s book, and I’ve added it to my list because I not only love anything DVF but also admire her success, commitment to her family, and the general respect she commands both in and outside of her industry. What an amazing lady.
One of the most popular books of 2015, The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins has had everyone around me, from work to spin, talking. I’ve never read nor seen Gone Girl, so I have no other psychological thriller to compare it to, but I have to see what all the hype is about.
Last night, upon returning from a casual group dinner at an overpriced Italian place downtown, I was racking my brain for blog post ideas while simultaneously processing the night’s events. Even though it was as simple a get-together, there’s always something to be talked about, overanalyzed, and, unfortunately, texted about to one particularly lucky boyfriend.
Then it hit me: just like I broke down the group chat, I can break down the dinner. Without fail, every meal that my friends and I share has at least four central archetypes that seem to mysteriously follow food and girlfriends wherever we go.
The One Embroiled in Boy Drama: From appetizers to dessert, this girl has either her face in her phone or her head on the shoulders of a compassionate bench mate. It could be anything from her ex to a confusing conversation with a potential, and she is commanding at least a quarter of the table’s conversation, apologizing about her drama half-heartedly, although she secretly loves the attention.
The Schemer: It’s clear that this girl doesn’t want to be here, because she’s texting her “good friend” that she met last week, mind you, about going to his place after, and, once entrees arrive, she’ll announce that he wants her to bring her friends, and, like, we should all go. She could also be taking votes on where to take the party after, when, in reality, everyone just wants to go home or ditch her.
The Wannabe Foodie: Maybe she’s just beyond a breakup, or maybe she is so ~bored and lost~ that she wants to go to culinary school, but this girl thinks that, after browsing four different cookbooks one afternoon at Barnes & Noble and reading Eat, Pray, Love, that she is a certified foodie. She’s the one asking the clueless waiter if the eggplant is locally sourced.
The Gossip Girl: After about five minutes and forty thousand hints at something the rest of the crowd doesn’t know, it’s evident that this attendee has something juicy to share, and she’s not above including the waitstaff in the story, because, in her mind, it’s that good. In some ways, she holds the power: once people gradually start to catch on that she found out what happened after everyone left the party last weekend, it’ll go quiet, and we all know that silence at a girls’ night means some shit just went down.
How you & your friends look to other patrons of the restaurant as you walk in.
This week, I’m taking a break from my favorite 5 on Friday installments to share something I was lucky enough to find out tonight!
Within my extended group of friends lies a certain girl who is both a great time and a psychotic person and bad friend. Essentially, we’ve tried to phase her out and express our individual issues with her, but, just like a bad penny, she keeps turning up. At this point, it’s not worth the effort it would take to actually remove her from our lives, since her shit is easier to put up with as the days go on.
I say that so that when I use the word “friend”, it’s not genuine. For lack of a better word, she is my friend, so for the sake of the story, I’ll refer to her as said friend. If you’d like some background, including a little dirt on her past relationships, read this.
On New Year’s Eve, it was a well known fact in our zip code that my friend was having quite a large time. She ended up abandoning her group- which, ironically, was not us- and sleeping at the house of six guys throwing a party. Alone.
Once the jokes about her being the only girl in the house, and for her lack of pants throughout the night, mind you, we kind of thought nothing of it. There are only so many village bicycle jokes one can make, not even after she sabotaged her ride home in the morning by hooking up with two best friends, unbeknownst to each at the time, as well as one of our good friend’s longtime fling. Ouch.
But, tonight, I was hanging out with three girls that also know this friend, and New Year’s was brought up. I wasn’t paying attention that closely, until my ex’s name came up. Immediately, I put down my water bottle and listened.
Sure enough, said friend hooked up with my ex on New Year’s.
I know I’m over him, I know he’s a waste of my time, and I know she’s a horrible friend. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt. This has made me lose any remaining trust or shards of respect I had for her, since she knows how badly he hurt me and either chose to proceed with him or risked anything with girls’ exes by getting blackout, belligerent drunk. I’m upset because she had the decency to call another one of our friends to confess hooking up with the aforementioned longtime fling, but, clearly, I didn’t make the cut.
Honestly, the entire situation upsets me, and, while I’m glad it’s not because I still have feelings for him, it still sucks. I was so looking forward to this weekend, too, and now I have to do damage control for her lack of any moral fiber. #smh
Anyways, thanks for listening. Any advice on how I ruin her life from now on?