Putzed around the house all morning. Watched Gwynnie on Oprah. Winced at her Madonna "reorganizing her molecules" comment. But her thoughts on diet and exercise in one's thirties hit home. For my Sprinkles-loving stomach.
Inspired my ass to head to the gym. For the first time in a week. Felt great. Rewarded myself by getting my nails did. Needed a pedicure as much as I needed the work out. Maybe more.
Mr. Diabolina had to go into the office today. Poor baby. So we picked up a java jolt on the way to a late night birthday party.
Len is my high school homegirl who I reconnected with in May and who helped make my birthday so much fun in July. She is brilliant and hilarious and a NUT for karaoke. She's got major pipes after all. So tonight she hosted the Karaolympics (see her gold medal!) at Brass Monkey to honor her birth.
Now, karaoke like stand up comedy makes me uncomfortable. Painfully awkward, embarassed for people, unable to make eye contact uncomfortable. I could handle it on my birthday only because I secured a private room to fill with my nearest and dearest. And I did copious shots.
But tonight, we were surrounded by mostly strangers. Eeks! And while most of the people at Brass Monkey are borderline professionals, some people are bad. Very bad. Painful even. Here is Mr. D being serenaded by one of those people. Makes me wince just to think about it.
Pop Tart Lover was feeling my pain. But she's gotten unusually good at faking enjoyment. Len drags her around to these songfests alot. Here she demonstrates her faux excited face. Pretty.damn.good. Oscar worthy even.
No faking necessary for the birthday girl though. She was having a ball all night. YAY!
Plus she'd sing or dance back up for any one who needed a little bit of help up at the mike. What a sweetheart. And a ham ;)
Wonderful night celebrating one of my fave people from yesteryear.
Incredible how certain friendships can pick up like no time has passed. I guess that's when you know it's the real deal. No fake smiling necessary ;)
Fashion District bubble top
J Brand jeans
Fashion District spike bracelet
Alice Roi clutch
Canal Street earrings
It's shocking to most people that I don't enjoy karaoke. After all I have a pretty big personality. I love being the center of attention. I am a Leo after all.
It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that I LOVE me an animal print. Specifically a leopard print. Preferably by Cavalli or Dolce and Gabanna.
Fell in lust with this top as soon as I saw it. Have a similar F21 one in blue so I knew the shape would be flattering on me. The chiffon and the bubble at the bottom are made for muffin top obscurement ;) Plus the embellishment at the neckline and subtle animal print looked waaaaaaaaay luxe for just $19.99.
Decided to mix silver and gold tonight to match the detailing at the neckline. These YSL heels manage to do that perfectly. Used to wear them to death at night in my mid twenties. Probably wore them the last time I went to Brass Monkey which must have been over six years ago.
Loved the stud/spikes complimenting each other in the bracelet and the clutch. I am all about the details! love love love.
Felt pretty JLo fab tonight.
A subtly glam jeans look.
However, I NEED to find a leopard jacket that is FULL BLOWN GLAM soon. Maybe that's what has been missing all along in the karaoke equation. Maybe if I wore it with shades and the collar flipped up I wouldn't care who was singing...
p.s. For all of my fellow Gwyneth fans, she just launched a "lifestyle" site, GOOP by Gwyneth Paltrow. It purports to be a collection of "what makes life good." Each of the sections (Make, Go, Get, Do, Be, See) currently link to an essay by Paltrow. The first e-newsletter is slated to launch Thursday.
Cute concept. Genuine tone. Brilliant brand expansion. I will be watching...