yes…when a sex kitten goes to the theater… shes there for TWO Gentlemen…and well… this sex kitten did not leave unsatisfied….
its a purrrfectly delightful way to spend an evening…with Valentine no less
xoxo
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THINGS that DO NOT really bother me about life in DC:
traffic…motorcades… parades… protests… heads of state closing my fave eaterys…
needing a pepco bill (’cause those are impossible to fake??WTF?) to gain entrance to my block during the WMF meetings…
high taxes, nonexistent services {read: pot holes, rats, shitty cable/internet}
sharing my commute with thousands of tourists and their sullen teens which are better than their double strollers on the metro…
interns that are more arrogant than the politicians they work for…
preppy lily pulitzer wearing girls in the summer (ok ok they kind of bother me)
North African diplomats who wont shake my hand cause i have a vagina…whateves he prob doesnt wash his hands after handling his junk anyway
THINGS that DO bother me about life in DC:
pro life rallys full of bused in tweens…
how bout you protest with grownups… stay out of my uterus…. and off my front porch…..
xoxo
SOPA
last night i scored two coveted third row aisle orchestra seats to the Shakespeare Theatre Companys production of Much Ado About Nothing..
for an extremely long time i’ve had an annual subscription to the Shakespeare Theatre Company last year i let it lapse sooo …i hadnt bought a ticket at the physical brick and mortar box office… in a reallllllly long time now that i think of it…EVER….little did i know i was doing it wrong…last night i walked up to the window 30 min before curtain time… i smiled broadly at the girl & asked if they could squeeze two more into the show for that night… she looked me & my campadre over…“lets see what we can do”…she offered. then mi compadre said “oh! do you have a student discount?” and she began rummaging around for her student ID… the girl kind of nodded… and while i knew that they offered “a limited number of discounted tickets to younger patrons” i had never really thought about it…
the girl behind the window pulled out a seating chart… and i told her ” just whatever is your best available we will take it” … Voila! she pointed at the 3rd row … “Great!” i said reaching for my credit card…“that will be $30.00” she said flatly… i must have looked shocked because she started to explain…”they are 15 EACH“ now like i said ive been going to that theater for a looong time.. so i knew those were $105.00 tickets…and lets face it i was a little stunned that she assumed i too was a student… can you say ego boost?? …later i discovered it isnt really a “student” discount its an “under 35” discount whateves even better the more the merrier!
Look…maybe I AM making much ado about nothing… (sorry couldnt help myself) but…you cant see a movie in this town for that price…TSC is arguably one of the best shakespearean theatres in the world…15.00 is an absurdly good price for ANY seat in the gorgeous new facility that is Sydney Harmon (there are NO bad seats)…
the show which is set in 30′s cuba and is full of belly laughs cuban music dancing and steamy frolicking its a perfect lil mental vacation/get away from the cold that is a dc winter…
sooo there is really no excuse…
for gods sake…
come on down..the price is right!
xoxo
via imgur.com
dont know what it says about me… but my first thought when i saw this pic was…
wow a ford…in liberia… yo detroit in the house….
also this song was on….
Well I’m a runnin’ down the road try’n to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind
Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me
One says she’s a friend of mine
Take it easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don’t even try to understand
Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy
Well, I’m a standin’ on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It’s a girl my Lord in a flat-bed Ford
Slowin’ down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
We may lose and we may win, though we will never be here again
So open up I’m climbin’ in, so take it easy
Well, I’m a runnin’ down the road tryin’ to loosen my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my cover, she’s so hard to find
Take it easy, take it easy
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels make you crazy
Come on baby, don’t say maybe
I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me
and then i went to put the turkey in the oven… and thought
damn…i have a lot to be thankful for…
happy holidays sugarbabies…
xoxo
…i suppose its the weather…
but ive been preparing to hibernate… no really …ive been furiously feathering the nest lately …a warm fall palette of browns/ Hermes oranges and leopard (keeping it sexy) has taken over…ive been layering rugs and hides and blankets and curtains… its full on Game of Thrones in my place right now. …WINTER IS COMING… never fear its still sexy… a glamorous mirrored desk means more working at home..less ruining shoes in slushy streets… an affordable sandwich shop/ bakery opened on my block ….
so i can score hot cups of joe with alice in tow….
and dont even have to cross the street …sweeet… i know…
and if you thought it was hard to get me out of the neighborhood before… well…
ill see you next spring …
xoxo
Glam Desk- via West Elm; re-purposed filing boxes -Hermes; Kassett storage boxes -Ikea; Rug -Ikea; Hand Picked Hair on Hide -Sunland Home Decor; Sheepskins – Ikea; Italian Leopard Print Sheets (out of stock) – Overstock ; Fun File Folders – The Paper Store; Goat Cheese Sandwich – Cowgirl Creamery; To Kill a Mockingbird – Amazon; Book Book- Macbook Cover – via 12 south ; Specs- Atticus by Oliver Peoples
xoxo
i fear for the future… for a generation with no johnny cash, no alexander mcqueen and regrettably as of 10/08/11… no dennis ritchie godspeed… and stealth mode…
xoxo
* For Dennis Ritchie
fuck them….
the ones who say you cant or you shouldn’t…
you’re too old or too fat or too short or too high maintenance
too emo…
too expensive… too cheap … too trusting…
that the men you date are too old or too young…
your hair is too big…
the ones who like to say when and where and how you should be doing it **newsflash** they dont know shit about how you should be doing anything…
the ones who think your style is too flamboyant or your shoes are too tall or your dog is too small
your relationships are too messy
your life is too chaotic
your job is too risky
your car is too ostentatious… your music is too twangy…or your boots are too pointy
the ones who think you stay out too late or go to bed too early …you’re drinking too much or not drinking enough…
dont waste another minute with them…
i dont care if they are neighbors, newbies, lovers, laborers, senators, prisoners or playboys… followers friends or family…
not another moment…
if im too much blond for you…i dont have time for you…
xoxo
ps.. if you want/need engraved stationery to tell em just how you feel… Mr Harrington will happily oblige you here...
Sent with love from the road less traveled- (aka my iPhone) xoxo
when i walked outside i remember thinking
“what a PERFECT day”….
and it was…a stunningly gorgeous crisp perfect day….
until it wasnt…
and i know its been 10 years… and all … but i dont want to talk about it….
and thats not because i have forgotten …or dont remember…
its because i do…
xoxo
she was a whirlwind of personality and determination…she’d grind out policy with the toughest of them …she was a spitfire…a tiny thing with blond hair and a WTF stare that could make grown men scurry around trying to figure out WTF? she was southern.. of course… she’d danced with presidents (the sexy ones) and visited friends in low places…she lived more passionately than anyone i know…she never married… she never had children …and she never wasted a moment regretting her decisions…she talked tough and she backed it up… she shot from the hip and never missed … she never mixed words…and you never wondered what she was thinking…cause she just told you … and…
she was my hero
and now
i wish i had gone over to visit her last week instead of just thinking about it…
i wish i had sent one more card…instead of letting it sit on my desk…until it was too late…
i wish i had insisted…..instead of letting her convince me that she was too tired for any company…
i wish i had told her the visit was more for me than her…that i missed her… and i wanted to catch her up on so much stuff in my life …drag counsel from her …even though she always said the same thing…
do whats right …kiddo…just do the right thing…
and if you tried to tell her that you didnt know what the “right thing” was..
shed just say…”yes you do…now hand me your glass lets have another drink“
god damn … i could use that drink right about now…
i love you sugar… godspeed…
xoxo
“There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. What does it mean? I said. A pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said & then he pulled his eye patch down & turned and sailed away.”
~ Bryan Andres 1996
have a great weekend …
xoxo
the facility is new and fancy and federal…and a four-hour drive from dc..
it reminds me of an eerily quiet high school…
im greeted at the front desk by a pretty girl that looks like Raven Symone… with fake eyelashes and perfect MAC makeup… a generic black windbreaker & black pants…she smiles when she takes my id…there are no other people in the lobby… a pizza delivery guy shows up with two pies…. & raven excuses herself…i read the signs about the dress code while she tries to round-up cash for the pizza guy..
no medical scrubs, no tank tops, no khakis, no grey t-shirts (hmm thats what im wearing) no shorts (oops again) no see thru clothing.. no vulgar words etc…
then raven symone is back and asks me to pose for a picture…to sign the log book…she asks if i need a locker but all i have are two rolls of quarters… and she smiles and holds them for me as i walk thru the metal detectors… she stamps my hand with an infrared number 7….. there is a suggestion box hanging on the wall…and a picture of President Obama… i don’t recognize the other official portraits …
she motions for me to wait…while she pushes the two pizzas thru a thing that looks like a late night gas station pass thru…. only heavier… and big enough for a few pizzas… and then a large metal door opens…on the other side i hold my hand under a black light machine and a man smiles…”lucky no. 7” he says….and i dont know if hes talking to me or to himself… so i just shrug …and follow raven symone farther down the hall…
she opens the door to a large sunny room…filled with uncomfortable plastic chairs … there is a wall of vending machines and there is a group of kids sprawled on the floor playing monopoly and strangely enough there is a photo backdrop of a garden against a far wall with a family posing for pics…with the “official” photographer… a microwave beeps and the room smells of popcorn…
i find some chairs at the far end of the room…and try to get comfortable…
mercy…forgiveness… 2nd chances…
anyone that knows me will tell you im not big on judgement…
…what i am big on is friendship… friendship for me is pretty sacred …its more than brunchs barbqs and happy hours…sometimes its… a visiting room… with twenty dollars worth of quarters for a vending machine smorgasbord ….in a bra with no underwire…
xoxo
Eli: It’s a flower of light in a field of darkness and it’s givinn’ me the strength to carry on
Solara: is that from the book?
Eli: No, thats johnny cash …live at folsom prison
~Book of Eli
nothing good happens when its this hot after midnight…
we stepped out of the club into hot night air …and a waiting taxi…with no air conditioning…
i leaned into the heat … breathed it …
hot air in your lungs…at 1 am …summer in dc *sigh*
the hair on the back of my neck was damp…hell … most of me was damp….my makeup was a mess…
i think i told him he was an idiot…or something along those lines…
he just laughed and told the taxi where to pull over…
hes a poor planner…or a great one…. im not sure which…
but he walked me into the house…and shoved me against the wall…he kissed me like he meant it…which is how i like it…
and i have to admit… that if you cant get long necks at an old juke joint / honky tonk in this town… well at least you can roll through dives like the velvet lounge and push over to the 9:30 club for a good view of a bad (in all the right ways) rock n roll show …my weakness for such things is … well documented… and 2.5 vodka tonics and a glass of wine will get you just about as far as 3 vodka tonics…my also well documented… limit before poor slutty life choices get made… …which brings us back to my place…
the air conditioning was turned down low…it was cold even… but there was sweat running down my back…
later…he jumped in the shower…while i …switched on early morning tv
the overdone woman on the weather channel said the heat index was still ridiculously high…
i opened the fridge…i stood there with the door open sipping a pellegrino limonata…
…i kissed him goodbye…
he smelled like soap… when he headed back out in to the heat…
…to meet his wife…
xoxo
xoxo
that awkward moment when youre in a swanky K street salon/spa…
getting all sorts of things done (cough *brazilian blowout* cough)
and folks keep telling you how amazing/expensive/ stunning/ your color looks…
and then a client says ..ohhh i want her color…
and everyone looks at the stylist who has been nodding at the color compliments all day…and she shrugs…
and everyone looks at you… and you say…
i get this $hit for 9 dollars at CVS …
xoxo
suicide_blond = dyed by her own hand
Sent with love from the road less traveled- xoxo
sugarbabies…
its hard to make me mad…but its all too easy to disappoint me… disappointed is soo much worse than angry… angry passes pretty quick… disappointment kinda eats at you…
right now it would be fair to say im disappointed AND angry…. and that’s a place i don’t go very often… most folks just aren’t worth the trip …
the tears on my cheeks are hot and angry…and damn i hate driving and crying on such a perfect morning… what a waste of a sexy european convertible sports car…but make no mistake… im only angry at myself for putting anyone in the position to disappoint me…’cause damn…if there is one thing i consider myself really good at… its managing expectations…especially mine…
xoxo
Bring me my gun of itching desire
Bring me my bullets and I will fire
Sights set higher than the tall church spire
~depeche mode
brunch starts late at the passenger… and its cocktail heavy…not silly mimosas… real hardcore cocktails… sidecars…manhattans…concoctions with bits of dandelion, egg whites and orange peel… i should have known thing
s would go south when they pulled a ladder out of the back so the bartender could reach the good stuff…and …in retrospect the biscuit buried in a bowl of gravy prob wasnt enough to soak up the shots of assorted spirits…which probably made the drama that wound its way back and forth between the sidewalk… the bar.. and the psychotronic film society screening in the back …all the more…well… dramatic…and…
when i stepped on the sidewalk to bum a drag off some guys smoke…i was surprised that it was dark… but surprised in a good way… i like the dark…especially if its a hot dark… the secret service had broken up a fight on this bit of sidewalk the night before … animated conversations were taking place in the nearby doorways tonight… it felt like summer…it happens like this when its hot… but thats another story… this story is about ME…going back inside… a hand on my back…in a too dirty too dark dive bar loo…after too many muddled fruit cocktails… feeling something slip…hearing the metallic clink… closing my eyes… realizing it… and thinking…its ok…to let it go…. and giving up a little bit of me… a little bit of mcqueen… thinking …
Lee probably would have liked this slightly hipster driven dive bar with surprisingly good food… great cocktails…and very little pretense… and… then…. just pushing the handle…pulling the metaphoric trigger…
he turned his inner demons outward for us… his struggle was familiar and that familiarity bred a certain comfort…yeah…thats the right word…comfort… i took comfort in his work… i still think of him every day….but i wont be sliding his ring on my finger anymore…im facing my own demons… and im doing it alone… because whether the harsh light of day or the darkest part of the night… that’s really the only way that you can face them…
god save mcqueen….
god save the district…
god save us all…
xoxo
sugarbabies…
i took umbrage when i came across an article …that suggested that women today should not try to cultivate a sex kitten image…maybe it was this line…
Today, more than ever, women are having an outrageously difficult time trying to figure out what it is we want and who we want to be. There’s nothing wrong with seeking professional independence and success or living in the fairy-tale house with the white-picket fence. Yet there’s still this little voice from some Cosmopolitan article that says any real woman can do all that because she has this amazing sexual presence.
well first….really??? “today, more than ever, outrageously difficult”… are we talking about the same generation that feels soo entitled that last month the receptionist didnt feel she should have to answer the phone?? Interns that tell their bosses what days they will work? that generation? cause… yeah..no… im not buying it…id say that is a cop out..and that while there is still a ways to go…that GREAT strides have been made..and that those strides include the choice to exercise our inner sex kitten… but maybe it IS time for a more modern definition of a “sex kitten”…
photo via: Tom Ford Eyewear
for me …it has always been a woman who doesnt have to repress her sexuality to be considered equal… quite the opposite… someone who is smart enough to recognize and even revel in the differences between men and women… and who can be BOTH professional and sexual… you know…like men …now im not trying to unduly criticize the author…shes a college kid… and wow im glad most of the crap i wrote in the college paper isn’t plastered all over the net for silly google searches to provoke comment from random sex kittens …. i see where she was going..(i think) but… i think ….she is missing the point…and that helen gurly brown would agree … that the little voice from cosmo isnt saying she can do all that because she has an amazing sexual presence….its say you can do all that AND have an amazing sexual presence….
xoxo
first..your boyfriend doesn’t think i’m a bitch… you do… its not the same… but don’t worry… i TOLD him i’m a bitch… he took it as a challenge… your boyfriend is a little bit competitive and likes a bit of a challenge… and i’ve got that over you… cause he already KNOWS he can have you … and hes bored with your tory burch ballerina flats…and diaper bag of a purse… sorry love… milquetoast isn’t sexy…and adding a bit of spice doesn’t make me a bitch..it makes me smart…
also…
…your boyfriend doesn’t like drama… he doesn’t want to fight… he does like sex… he likes angry sex and make up sex and morning sex and two am after the club sex and lets watch a movie in bed sex and before sunday brunch sex and during sunday brunch sex and i had a long day at work sex and gee your hair smells terrific sex and mmmm you look good in that dress take it off sex…
i’m not saying its just sex… but there is a lot to be said for keeping things…sexy…
via: mmrpg.net
because
i may be a spoiled…slightly ocd…passive aggressive bitch with daddy issues who drives too fast…cant park for shit…drinks too often…swears too much… carries around a ridiculously tiny dog (also a certified bitch)…eats carbs …stays out late on school nights…pouts…cant keep her fridge stocked with more than mixers… shameless flirt… in slutty shoes…but….
at my core…
i’m a really positive person….and
in a town full of spin doctors… trained to find and concentrate on the negative …that’s sexy…or at least your boyfriend thought it was 
…
xoxo
sugarbabies..
my monday started off with a bang…no really… my hair dryer caught fire… which was kind of a relief ’cause at first i thought my hair was on fire…and well.. that woulda been worse… as it was…my first instinct was to drop the hunka hunka burning love into a sink full of water…and …well i guess that since im typing this you figured out that i resisted my initial urge… and loves..im not one to resist an urge… also…im not one to let my hair air dry… omg…this bohemian veronica lake mashup is NOT ok… i feel like a hippie… you win monday…it was a sucker punch…but you win…
via: etro spring 2008 and yeah i just have the unkempt hair..not the cheekbones ::sigh::
xoxo
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