My First Taste of Fame and Fortune...

So last weekend, my husband bought us Singstar for Playstation 3. (Yes, I realize I don't need one more thing that forces me to be in front of the television). However, it was only $20.00 including the mikes, and Ne-Yo's song "So Sick" was on it, as well as Britney Spears' "Toxic". Good times. (Even though, those are really the only 2 songs we've been singing.) This past weekend though, we found another disc to play on the Singstar: ABBA. Don't laugh, I know you know all their songs too! You can't help but smile and sing along to these songs, which if you really pay attention, don't actually make THAT much sense. (What exactly is a "Chiquitita"? It makes me think of bananas...) I realized that I don't know a lot of the beginnings of the songs, but boy do I know the choruses!! They show the "videos" while you sing and they are all wearing those glorious 70's outfits! Anyhoo, all weekend I've been singing "Mamma Mia" and "Super Trouper".

Super Trouper. haha. I have a funny story for you.

When I was a kid, I was in a singing group called...The Super Troupers. True story.

My family and I were over at a family friend's house for dinner one night. They had a daughter who was two years younger than me (and two years older than my sister), and her cousin was also there and he was a year younger than me. While our parents sat and visited, the 4 of us were playing upstairs and listening to the MiniPops album. (You know - the MiniPops - they were kids that sang popular songs and they were awesome!) Their album was composed mainly of medleys and one of those medleys was the ABBA medley. (This explains why I only really know the choruses and not the whole song...) Anyways, we (I) decided that we were going to perform this MiniPops album for our parents. Since I was the oldest, I was also the ring leader. This meant I chose who was going to sing what song. We only had one boy in the group, so he had to sing all the "boy songs". I divided up the rest of the songs between myself and the other girl. Since my sister was the youngest, she was tasked with a lot of the background "vocals" and backup dancing. After we/I determined who was singing what, we went about practicing dance moves (ie. shuffling from side to side) and figuring out the singer transitions (ie. getting the singer of the next song out as soon as the song changed). When we were almost ready, I sent my sister downstairs to announce to our parents and their friends, that we would be performing in half an hour...

 Finally, the time came for us to perform and though there were some mistakes ("No YOU'RE supposed to sing this one! No you are!" etc...) we were a HIT! We even got paid. We ran upstairs, giddy from the high of performing and congratulated ourselves on how well we did. Then I divided up the money. We each got $1.00! It was our first taste of fame and fortune...And with that, the "Super Troupers" were born. 

After that, we had "gigs" at any and every party our parents had. I made posters and had my mom photocopy them for us on different colored paper. We had curling irons for our microphones, our dance moves got (slightly) better and so did our costumes (kind of). We began charging for our "mini concerts": $0.25 for adults and $0.10 for kids. Soon I appointed a stage manager, who was in charge of turning the record around, and an accountant,who collected our money. It was a great time in our lives...

Eventually though...like most groups, we had some "creative" disagreements which finally led us to disband. Our era, like the Beatles, was over.

But every now and then, I remember the glory we had...and it was AWESOME. And hearing these songs on Singstar by ABBA just brings me back to those days...

Hm...perhaps a reunion concert is in the cards?? (Of course now, we'd have to charge more.)

Style Vs. Comfort: Round 2?

So everytime I go on a trip where a lot of walking is involved, my feet always become my worst enemy. I know everyone always says, "WEAR COMFY SHOES!" But here's the thing: I think that no matter how comfortable your shoes are, after walking around all day, your feet/legs are going to hurt! To this end, my goal in life has been to find comfortable AND stylish shoes. It has definitely not been an easy task in previous years. When I'd find something stylish, I'd have to sacrifice the comfort, or vice versa. Well this year, I was able to find these great platform-ish heels that were pretty comfy as well! Don't get me wrong, after wearing them all night during our Girls Night Out in Vegas last June, well...you saw the video. It took me 10 minutes to get from the bed to the bathroom. Actually though, that was quite the improvement from my first trip to Vegas, when I my feet hurt so much they were literally BLEEDING. (Now that's suffering for fashion!) I had bandaids on each one of my toes. There was nothing I could put on my feet to make them feel better. I cringed every time I took a step and I swore that I would never again put myself in that kind of pain. In fact, I believe that this commitment to not having bleeding feet again is what got me my current job. Don't laugh!! I'm pretty sure it's true!!

We had come back from this foot-killing Vegas trip at 4:30am. I had an interview for a new job at 1:00pm. I went home and promptly fell asleep until noon. I got up, soaked my feet for as long as I could, and got ready in time for my interview. My (soon-to-be) boss asked me the usual interview type questions: What are your strengths? (Organization and commitment to crossing things off my "to-do lists") What are your weaknesses? (Being a perfectionist! Haha. No, actually it was "Not being able to say "no" to work" :) I'm such a cliché!)...And then he asked "Have you ever made a decision you regret and what did you learn from it?" Well, at this point, my feet were still throbbing, and as I tried to wriggle them in my heels (UGH!) I winced and answered "Well...the only thing I can think of right now, is how badly my feet hurt. I wore brand new shoes to Vegas which was an awful decision and one that I truly regret! I definitely learned my lesson and will never wear new shoes (no matter how fashionable) on a trip to Vegas again!" He laughed loudly and wrote on his pad of paper "Sore feet". He excused himself from the interview, while I sat there, cursing my feet,  those fabulous, leopard print peep-toe skimmers that were my downfall, and myself, for what I had just said. UGH!!! What was I thinking? And then he came back and said, "We would like to offer you the position, if you want it?" Obviously I said "Yes!" (Anyone that would hire someone, despite the fact they had made a bad decision about their footwear HAD to be a great boss!)

Anyways, in preparation for my upcoming trip I've decided to bring some über comfy (yet stylish) flats, that also happen to be very light! I'm planning to carry these around in my bag so that when my feet inevitably start to hurt, I can change into something comfy...Smart, no?

Hopefully, I will decide to change into these BEFORE my feet start to bleed! (However, I am also hopeful that I will be able to walk around New York in my stylish heels for as long as possible - they do complete my outfits, after all.)

I know, I know. Some people just never learn. (I've already packed my bandaids.)

Street Fashion

So today, a couple of my friends and I walked over to Tim Horton’s for break. It’s not that far, but we still have to walk over and cross a couple of streets to get there. Well one of the streets we cross, is not at an actual light or crosswalk. It’s pretty much: you against the traffic. (Not that there is much traffic but still…) Anyways, I always have this fear of getting run over, so even if the cars are far, I will still run across the street screaming “Hurry! Hurry, Hurry!” (while my friends usually walk leisurely across and laugh at me). However, today on the way back, cars were closer than usual, so I (being my normal cautious self) stayed on the sidewalk, thinking that my friends would be thinking the same thing. Well they weren’t and they didn’t. So they ran across, while I, too slow on the decision making, ended up stuck on the other side. They just stood on the other side laughing at me and one of them kept motioning for me to cross saying, “Come on, come on!!!” It made me remember when I was a kid….

When I was a young lass, we lived smack dab in the middle of this row of houses that occupied the block across from my elementary school. My younger sister and I used to go across to play at the school playground all the time. My parents taught us to always walk to the corner to cross at the light. We lived on a major street, which wasn’t overly busy, but it wasn’t a quiet side street either, so crossing at the light was definitely something one had to do, even if it did take a couple minutes longer. Well one Saturday morning (you know where this is going…) I, being the older sister, decided for some reason (perhaps I was insisting upon myself???) that we were going to cross in the middle of the street. So my sister and I got ready to cross. We got into position, crouched down and I counted to three. “1, 2, 3! Go!!!” I yelled. We started running. (There weren’t any cars…as far as I could see). Now, you have to understand, this street wasn’t that far across. It was only a 4-lane street (2 lanes on either side). However, my sister decided that she was going to wear clogs that day (they were black leather with red piping and a multicolored flower on top. Very 70's chic. Fashion knows no age!) We ran across the street and I made it safely to the other side. My sister, on the other hand, tripped on her clog in the middle of the street and sat there crying, one clog on, the other lying beside her. Well I ran back into the street, grabbed THE CLOG, ran back and stood on the curb motioning my sister to get up! I was yelling “Come on! Come on!! Get up!” Sensing that I wasn’t going to save her, she picked herself up and finally limped to the curb, all the while crying… just in time before a van (or was it a truck?) drove by…

Yes. I saved the clog instead of my sister. It’s not my fault she wanted to wear clogs!!! (See…I told you. That’s why I can’t be the heroine in my own movie!!!)...Plus, it wasn't like it was a weekday or anything. So...

Anyways, I snapped back from my reverie, when I heard my friends calling for me to "Go now! Go now!" - just in time to run across before the next set of cars came.

Good thing I wasn’t wearing clogs.

No, no, I insist!

I totally insist upon myself. But for some reason, I can’t stand other people who insist upon themselves. I don’t really know why I feel this way, but I’m thinking it’s because it’s like magnets. Opposites attract and 2 negatives don’t make a positive. Or something like that. I like to think of it as because I know I insist upon myself, it’s okay, whereas OTHER people who insist upon themselves, just insist upon themselves and are unaware they are insisting upon themselves, which makes it annoying. Know what I mean?

Anyways…I got the line “I insist upon myself” from Family Guy. (Yes, Family Guy. That show is fricken hilarious.) Peter says it when he’s talking about The Godfather II and how he doesn’t care for it because he thinks “it insists upon itself”. The meaning of this line is actually in the Urban Dictionary. It means: “Something most think is profound, but in reality is pretentious and ostentatious.” (Which is SO me! LOL)

Yes, I think about this kind of stuff all the time.

I feel like if I was in a movie, much as I’d LOVE to be the heroine (ie. girl hero – not the drug) I would probably be the villain. For example, in a movie like “Mean Girls” I would SO be the mean girl! And it’s not that I’m so mean in real life (or maybe I am?), I just think that to be “the good guy” or the heroine, you have to be REALLY good. Like with a heart of gold and all that crap, and I just don’t think I could live up to that!! Therefore, it’s easier to insist upon myself and expect others to have to deal with me.

And there you have my thought for the day. You’re welcome.

G-Lee's Fab Life! (Season 2)

First - YAY! Glee is back!! (And Finn has a cute hair cut!!!)

Wowza what a show! It's like I've been waiting with baited breath all summer. This first episode was filled with of course our favorite "Mean Girl" Sue and our favorite curly haired teacher Mr. Schue! It had some heartbreaking scenes with Coach Biest, Finn's wonderfully awful audition for the Cheerios (adorable! oh Finn...how I've missed you!), the rise of Quinn and fall of Santana ("Stop the Violence"-Britney. hahaha!), and the blossoming romance of Tina and Mike Chang (poor Artie!) Oh, before I go on, how about Mike Chang's SIX PACK?? Ah-WHAT!?? That's new and interesting!

I thoroughly enjoyed the New Directions version of "Empire State of Mind" and all their matching outfits. Where can I get one of those t-shirts? Cute!

Now let's talk about Charice. I am begrudgingly saying that her performance of "Listen" was actually quite good. Dare I say, I was actually proud?! (You know, because "the asian community is very tight") LOL. I found myself watching the other kids' reactions to her singing and was strangely hoping they would love it too. I also enjoyed the whole "Telephone" battle with Rachel. (hmmph. Okay. She has talent.) I loved how Rachel was all "There is a new student at this school named Sunshine, who is a FILIPINO and is shorter than me..." YES.

And who was that new guy with the huge lips/mouth? Sam Something? You wanna hear something funny? My husband actually watched his first full Glee episode tonight and he said "What's up with that guy's mouth?" and I said to him "I bet you, someone is going to say something about it." And then as if on cue, Puck says "Dude, your mouth is huge.How many tennis balls can you fit in there?" (Also I love how he's just mesmerized by it, like he can't turn away from it. It's pretty hilare.) But then the guy is all "I don't know, I've never had any balls in my mouth. Have you?" HAHAHA. And then priceless Puck face. And then an awesome rendition of "Billionaire" (Can this get any better?)

Actually it can...I can't wait to see the Britney Spears episode because let's face it, it's going to be EPIC. 

Welcome back my fellow Gleeks! I missed you!

You say potato, I say potahto...

So it seems this week is pretty much the first full week of returning fall shows. This is not going to be good for my couch potahto butt. Last night alone, I watched 5 shows that I had to time perfectly and was only able to watch all of them because of a wonderful little invention called the PVR.

Anyways, we got home a little bit later and I was able to catch the last part of Gok’s Fashion Fix (I love, love, LOVE this show. How come I never knew about it before?! I am so inspired by his “high street” fashion fixes! Also, Alexa Chung is so cute.) Then we watched Gossip Girl. Like I said, anything to do with New York? LOVE IT. (I SO wish I was Blair Waldorf.) The best part of Gossip Girl though, is the recap that they do in NYmag the following day.  My friends! You need to watch this show if only to read the recap! Next we watched How I Met Your Mother. Also set in New York, but a different kind of NY life. There are tons of shows set in New York and life is depicted in so many different ways. Gossip Girl, How I Met Your Mother, Sex & The City, How to Make it in America, Friends, CSI:NY and Law & Order: SVU all tell a story about the the different types of people and the lives they lead, all in the same city. I find it completely fascinating. Isn’t it interesting to think that Barney Stinson and Joey Tribiani might compete to pick up Samantha Jones? Or that the NY CSI’s might be assessing a crime scene that the SVU is investigating? Or that Charlotte York might be attending a luncheon with Lily Van Der Woodsen? Or Carrie might bump into Blair and Serena shopping at Barney's? Or Monica & Chandler meeting Marshall & Lily at their kids’ school? It’s crazy, but when you think about it, it’s pretty cool too! All of these people’s lives intersecting...

Anyways, after that we watched Dancing with the Stars. This season looks like it’s a pretty good mix and a lot of the celebrities have the potential to make it an interesting competition. And now...my thoughts about this season's DWTS: Audrina was good (though perhaps thinking too much) while Kurt Warner not as good as the marks the judges surprisingly gave. I was pleasantly surprised at how graceful Rick Fox was and how energetic Kyle Massey (of Cory in the House) was! I thought Brandy was aight and she was obviously very excited about being part of DWTS and Jennifer Gray was quite good – and I’m pretty sure she will have to dance “I’ve Had the Time of My Life” sometime this season – including the “lift”! I can’t bring myself to watch Jersey Shore (though everyone I know is absolutely OBSESSED with the show) but I know the fans are probably really enjoying “The Situation’s” dancing. (I also think it’s pretty hilare that they put “The Situation & Karina” instead of his name, when they show the number for calling to vote). Some dancers I don't care for as much are: Michael Bolton (who thankfully is not sporting a mullet), Florence H. (who lifted her shirt, the same way “The Situation” does and now, my husband has that image forever imprinted in his mind. LOL), the Hoff (nuff said), and Bristol Palin (though I’m sure she will get better). I personally think Margaret Cho will be the first one kicked off, though perhaps she needs one more chance to show whether she actually has the potential to do a dance without any corny gimmicks. This of course is all my opinion and is subject to change throughout the competition…

After this, we watched Top Chef: Washington, D.C. (and yay! Eric Ripert!). Whew! A full night of TV!

So tonight I’m lookin forward to Glee’s Season 2 Premiere. The rest of my week is also packed: on Wednesday it’s ANTM and Modern Family. Thursday is Big Bang Theory and Grey’s Anatomy. (No shows on Friday and Saturday -Thank goodness I have a couple days off!) Then Sunday is Desperate Housewives and Amazing Race!! Yes, friends, I’m booked all week now. These are even just my regular shows. I am not even going to think about giving any new shows a chance!

Anyhoo…I suppose I can’t be sitting watching TV all the time… Thank goodness for the PVR. I seriously don’t know what we ever did before this. My life was obviously incomplete. So what shows make your life complete? Let me know. I think I might still have some room in my couch potahto schedule...

What not to wear...at the spa.

So last Friday evening I met up with my sisters (well, sister and sisters-in-law) for our very first "Sister Spa Evening" at Urban Oasis. We have all been friends for SO long -I'm talkin almost 20 years - (Of course I've known my own sister for longer...) but have never had a spa day! STRANGE! So...the 4 of us met at the mall for some pre-spa eats and a bit of gigglin and gossipin, then made our way over to the spa. We changed into our suits and went into the warm mineral pool...which unfortunately was cooler than it was supposed to be. We complained to one of the spa girls who said they were aware of the problem but couldn't do anything about it. BOO. Damn! It's always...something.

 This reminded me of when just Belin and I went for our luxury pedi's. We went early so that we could take advantage of the mineral pool (and snacks!) before our actual pedi's. Sitting in the pool was so relaxing... Relaxing, that is, until Belin was trying to tell me a story, but couldn't continue...She was looking at something behind me and I was like "What the heck is going on?" She was all "No way. As if!!" I was like, "What's happening!?" But not wanting to call attention, I didn't turn around...plus I was pretty sure it wasn't something I wanted to see, judging by Belin's disgusted face. But it was like a car accident she couldn't turn away from. Finally, she said "OMG. He IS wearing a bwiep". I said "Shut up. ARE YOU SERIOUS?" (BTW, a bwiep = brief. As in boxer brief. As in NOT swimming trunks.) We looked at each other and...BA HAA HA HAHA!! We howled with laughter. We couldn't help it. I mean, come on! The guy, who we decided we were going to call "Erwin", was with his wife and I was like "As if she didn't advise him!! Who wears bwiep to the spa?" Seriously, after taking the obligatory shower before getting into the pool, his bwiep was just hangin there all soggy and sad... I mean, they weren't even boxers! Boxers could probably pass.( But barely.) Anyways, we tried to go on with our conversation, but we couldn't stop giggling!!! BA HA HAHA HA!!

I snapped back from my reverie, when I realized I was giggling out loud and the girls were asking what was so funny. I re-told the story, which had us howling again! Anyways...despite the cool mineral pool, we managed to warm up in one of the working hot tubs and the steam room. We got some fabulous pedi's, some good snacks (including non-healthy cookies) and of course some great laughs!


Even if there was no guy wearing bwieps this time.

PS. If your name is Erwin, I apologize. He just looked like an "Erwin".lol

TGIF.SJP.ALT.OMG.

It’s Friday and I’m pretty useless at work today…I’m in total weekend relaxation mode and lookin forward to a spa evening with my sisters. My thoughts are consumed by everything BUT work.

I currently have that “Oh you fancy huh?” song in my head (“Nails done, hair done, everything did…”). I’m debating whether to get eyelash extensions and if so, when? I’m already stressing about Christmas gifts (However, I’ve already started some Christmas shopping...so I suppose I don't have to be THAT stressed out!)

Also…I’m outfit planning for my trip to my mecca next month: NYC!! (yay!) Actually this week would have been an incredible week to go since it’s Fashion Week! Can you imagine the awesomeness happening over there right now? The celebrities, the icons, and most of all the FASHION. Ah, it’s almost too much for me to comprehend. I think if I was there, I would probably be too overwhelmed and would have to go and find a corner to cry some “tears of fashion” in. Yes. A couple years ago, I read an article in NYmag about some girls who had just seen the first SATC movie and felt the same thing. My sister knows what I’m talking about too. When we had our first trip to San Fran and went into Bloomingdales, we were so overcome by the sheer volume and beauty of it all, we did not know what to do with ourselves. The assault on my senses caused extreme sensory overload. That’s the first time I ever wanted to cry tears of fashion.

I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not there. I’d be blubbering all over myself and what kind of impression would that make on SJP?! She’d look sympathetic and whisper to her fellow front row seatmate, “Oh, that poor girl – it was just too much for her”. (because she's nice like that.) And my one chance meeting with her would be ruined. And then I would never be invited to make a cameo in SATC3: The Redemption (that’s what I think the next title should be. As an aside: I tried to watch the movie again and I still can’t bring myself to love it. However, I can appreciate the silliness of it now, but I still think the girls and MPK are capable of so much more!). Andre Leon Talley would say “Dreck! My girl, dreck!” (which would make me sob even harder). But then he might take pity on me, hand me an LV monogrammed hankie, take me under his (ostrich feather) wing and say “ Sweetheart, it’s all about poise. Now, dry your eyes, stretch your columna vertebraa and put on this Dior-esque cape! Allon-sy!!! ” And like a phoenix from the ashes, I’d rise again. Ahhh…

Hat Head.

So every year, around the time the new Fall fashions come out, I always get the urge to top my outfits off with a hat. You know, those cute cloche type hats that are "oh-so ladylike" and look so good with a great coat, leather kid gloves, and a fabulous bag. Something like this:

I love it! How is it possible to wear one of these wonderful outfits, along with the hat, but never have "hat head"? Must you always be outside so you never have to take off your hat? What happens when you want to go inside? Obviously one would have to take off their hat...right? Well I would like to know the trick, because when I wear a hat I get "hat head" instantly! It's so upsetting. Seriously, as soon as I put a hat on, not even a minute later, the hair that was underneath the hat is pressed up against my head, and the hair that wasn't is sticking out so that I look like some kind of inverted fountain. So NOT fashionable. I'm so jaleux of people who can wear hats and not have to worry about their hair!

It's like this girl I met recently whose name completely escapes me (I'm sure someone introduced us, but knowing that I probably wouldn't ever see her again, didn't think I'd need to know her name and therefore consciously decided NOT to remember it. Awful, I know.) Anyways, when she was introduced to me, I distinctly remember she had her hair in a very sleek ponytail. It was definitely not one of those loose and low ponytails that you casually throw your hair into. No, it was definitely one of those slicked back with a fine comb and sitting in the middle-top half of your head type of ponytails. One that if your rubberband broke, you know that lump would look like the humpback of Notre Dame! Well, I was sitting on the other side of the table, engrossed in a conversation regarding tight pants, not really paying attention to the other side of the table where this slicked back ponytail girl was sitting. I didn't notice when she got up to go to the bathroom. That is until she came back to the table, hair OUT of the ponytail, effortlessly sitting straight and nicely framing her face. I had to do a double take - even my husband did, and he leaned over and asked "Wasn't that girl's hair just in a ponytail? How did she get it so straight? Is there a straightener in the girls bathroom?" I was so mesmerized all I could muster was an "I dunno!?" Note, I wasn't mesmerized because the girl turned into some kind of model, I was mesmerized by the fact that this girl's hair did not have even a HINT of a lump. There was not one sign that her hair had been in a ponytail! My husband and I were completely intrigued by this for the rest of the night.

I wish I remembered her name so I could ask her what the secret was to not having ponytail head. I'm pretty sure she doesn't get hat head either. I'm so jaleux!

French Chefs and Faux Fur

And how do we feel about ANTM this year so far? I’m anxiously awaiting the grand entrance of ALT!!! (And any new expressions he may use!)...wait - I started this post earlier, and now I've watched the 2nd episode of ANTM and of course ALT didn't disappoint! For example...instead of just saying "spine" he said something like "columna vertebraa" (Ahhhh!) And while we are on the subject of judges on reality shows, can I just say that Chef Eric Ripert (one of the judges on Top Chef) is H.O.T??? (As far as chefs go) I mean, for years all we had was (boo) Tom Colicchio who I'm sure is an amazing chef.  However, he is no Eric Ripert, who IS the quintessential French man that all women who fantasize about French men, fantasize about! (Did that make sense?) No seriously! He’s got that perfectly coiffed silver grey hair goin on, with the impossibly full French lips, those piercing eyes and the accent that doesn’t sound awful, but exactly how a French, nay, a Parisian accent should sound! He could discuss fish and make it sound like the most romantic thing ever. (If my husband is reading this, love – you know what I’m talking about! We love Eric Ripert!) I mean, come on. Look at this dude.  

"and I can cook!"



Anyways, because I'm on a rambling post today, I'm also going to show you that faux fur vest that I was dying for, from Zara:

Did I lie to you about how AWESOME this vest was? I personally don't care for the dress they've paired it with, but this vest is total perfection and I am SO getting it.

I think Eric Ripert would enjoy it too.

An explanation...

Sorry dudes. I know I'm kind of dragging on the posting again. It's not that I don't want to post. It's just that sometimes I start writing posts, then something happens and I can't finish it. I currently have about 3 posts that I'm working on. Sometimes its just that I want to add pictures to it and I can't find the perfect picture...I don't want to half-ass it! This is your precious time I'm wasting here!! I do have another post but it's turning out to be a novel. I'm not kidding - so far its 2 full pages long! I may have to break it up into "parts". Maybe make it into a mini saga. Sometimes I write something which I think is brilliant at the time, but then re-read it and find that it's utterly stupid. Granted, not everything I write is bursting with intelligence, but sometimes stupid is just stupid. Other times, I write something (like a sentence) that I thought of to get me started then when I come back to it later, I forgot what I was going to say. Perhaps I should write more than "contests" for example. 

So yeah, that's my reasoning for not writing so much. When I look back at my previous postings I get wistful. I musta had a lot to say back then, posting everyday minus weekends! But fear not! I will continue to write, once I find that perfect picture, once I finish my novel, once I remember what I was going to say. Some of it may be stupid. But sometimes stupid is funny.

But she has a nice personality...

Looks do matter. Have you ever watched "Dating in the Dark"? The premise is to meet people in the dark and judge them by their personalities and not their looks. They go on "dates" which all take place in the dark. It's supposed to get them past their shallowness and look through to the core of the person. Unfortunately, during the big "reveal" at the end when the light shines on each person (while they can't see the other's reaction...) that's where the "I love their personality" gets thrown out the window, the shallowness comes out, and we sit there uncomfortably (though probably not as uncomfortable as the "dater in the dark") waiting to see whether the person they thought they had a connection with, will come through the terrace door or run screaming out the front door, never to look back again! It's kind of awkwardly funny (I guess for those of us who watch this frivolous summer fare) but mostly, it's kind of sad. Just another way to get rejected, but worse because apparently your personality is not sparkling enough to carry you through. Oh, there are some rare occasions where the girl or the guy will deign to date someone "that isn't usually their type", but most of the time, someone is sitting out on that terrace rejected saying "Oh, I'm so disappointed." (wiping away tears....)

 Anyways... I think I've decided to get veneers.

90210 - Yesterday and TODAY!

So my sister called me this morning and told me that today is 90210! That's pretty cool. (For anyone slow on the uptake...Sept 2, 2010. Thanks). Anyways, she suggested I blog about about how this was pretty much the coolest show on tv back then, what with the drama of Brenda and Dylan, Kelly and Dylan, Kelly and Brandon, Donna and David, Andrea and Brandon, Valerie and Brandon, Dylan AND David, etc. I was SO in love with Dylan. So James Dean, "rebel without a cause" cool, with his white t-shirts and jeans and bouffant hair. (Pretty much the original "Edward" hair - no?) He was a skinny dude, but (sigh) when he took off his motorcycle helmet, and cracked that smirk with his scarred eyebrow, WOW. Brandon was cute but he was too goody-goodyish. Brenda was just kind of annoying to me. Kelly was cool, but she had a lot of problems, didn't she? I guess my fave couple was David and Donna and their whole drama of should we do it, should we wait, etc...(until of course, David did DO it with Ariel in the car and Donna caught them or something and oh no! her world was shattered). Steve was a goof but pretty funny and Andrea of course, was the requisite nerd. (Though she was the first one to get preggers! Slut! haha, just kidding). My favorite episode (or actually, the episode I remember the most) is the one where Color Me Badd is there for a concert and they all go to the hotel to try and see them, but Donna sees that her mom is a bit of cheats on her dad and oh no, Donna's world is shattered!! Speaking of parents - weren't the Walshes just THE best parents ever? Teaching you life lessons but still maintaining the niceness if you got in trubs. I just got into a bbm conversation about Steve and Brandon's habit of doing the "2-eyebrow" comb with their fingers. There is just nothing cooler than that. And talk about influence? Finn just did that on an episode of Glee. Thank you very much.

Anyways, so let's discuss 90210 fashion. I mean, who hasn't been influenced by the oversize blazer and tight black dresses that our favorite heroines wore? In fact, that was my criteria for parties in those days: tight, short black dress with black tights, pointy flats and big hoops. I never had a bod like Miss Donna Martin, but with the right oversize blazer,  yeah, I was SO "I'm hangin out at the Peach Pit".  What about short, floral print dresses worn with leggings, or long ones worn with jean jackets (obviously worn with hiking boots or the like). The fashion only got better as the years rolled on and they went to college and Kelly & Donna opened their own boutique (Brenda long since forgotten as she "moved to Paris") and Donna became a fashion designer and had her own runway show. Such is life as a princess of Beverly Hills. Everyone was just effortlessly cool then. Even Andrea with her "specs" and her "we need to write this article for the paper!!" outfits of rolled up pants with suspenders and folded sleeve t-shirts. Oh, the 90's. Nothing compares to you...until of course the 2000's which brought us the O.C. (But that's a whole 'nother post on its own. Another day my fab friends.)

So for all you ORIGINAL 90210 fans, here's a little something to celebrate today. I'm gonna go dust off my jean jacket and look for a floral print dress.

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