This year's Oscar fashion was anything but dull. Stars filled the red carpet with colors, embellishments and cutouts far more original than past Oscar ensembles.
THE WINNERS.
THE 'MAYBE NEXT YEAR'S'
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
A Mute in Vegas.
Although this is long over due, I can't move on to planning my next Vegas trip until I recap the last one. No blog can do our 'girls trips' justice, especially the ones in Vegas since they are more difficult to recall, but I will do my best to embarrass everyone sans names. HOWEVER, you all know who you are...and so do a lot of other people.
Our trip began with a wonderful four hour drive of breathtaking scenery and random play lists. Three of us drove in the 'toaster' and the other three were left with the LIBERTY of experiencing car sickness at one point or another. As tradition has it, we stop one hour away from the strip because obviously that last hour would be too hard to hold one's pee and we need Tilts.
As we roll into Vegas we put on the Hangover song everyone else did in 2009. Original. The night would be dedicated to celebrating Katie's birthday, so like any other group of classy girls we ordered Pizza Hut. After putting on our fancy threads and fake hair and filling up the 'group flask' we headed to a club we could get into right away, XS. The 'connection' who got us in the club was a short fella who said 1-2 words every five minutes. Good guy. We felt out the club, danced, naturally met a group of Nebraska guys on a bachelor trip and began talking to them. I met Doug, who was a 6'7" toffee maker from a small industrial town called Grand Junction, Colorado. I knew we would get along. The girls can't stay in one place for more than 7 minutes, so the group A.D.D. kicked in and I was pulled away from my intellectual conversation with Doug Toffee. I didn't feel it appropriate to give him my number so my business card was the only reasonable option. At the bar, a small Chinese man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket wobbled up to our spot at the bar and continued to look at us, purchase our drinks and walk away without saying anything. The perks of Madi's boobs I guess. After one of the girl's hair caught on fire and a few pole dances were exchanged we were on to the next club. We were only at this particular club for about 4 minutes, it looked like it would've been a pretty good time. However, one girl in our group decided to "grab" a dancer making her money fall to the ground. Our friend was immediately escorted out of the club by security, while inside the dancer was contemplating pressing charges. We all left. Typical night.
A few mistakes later, we all decided to walk back to the hotel. On our way up to the room we passed a group of unknown contestants and Casey from the Bachelor. Jamison decided to walk up to Casey as if they were old friends from middle school, 'Casey?' Apparently it worked for her because the next thing we were drinking with them and two other sloots probably wanting to appear on the next season of Bachelor. Luckily, one of our friends got the winning ticket, a nice make out session with Casey and stories of his 7 homes around the U.S. Here's a nice clip of Casey being a douche: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFjgoP7d7Mg. I can't even watch the whole thing it makes me so uncomfortable.
For a quick night cap, one of the girls dropped their phone down the elevator shaft at 4 a.m. only to have the entire Mirage staff and fire department help her retrieve it.
The rest of the trip was typical Vegas. Walking around the Mirage in an over sized sparkly dress draped with a happy birthday sign while being a mute, breakfast rave, dance offs, fighting with each other, a classy dinner where everyone complains about how expensive it is, losing each other, and fighting with each other again.
No matter where we go, there is always laughter, surprise, and a long, dreadful drive home. The highlight of THIS trip was actually coming to work a week later to find a box of Toffee from Grand Junction, Colorado lying on my desk. Thanks Doug Toffee.
Our trip began with a wonderful four hour drive of breathtaking scenery and random play lists. Three of us drove in the 'toaster' and the other three were left with the LIBERTY of experiencing car sickness at one point or another. As tradition has it, we stop one hour away from the strip because obviously that last hour would be too hard to hold one's pee and we need Tilts.
As we roll into Vegas we put on the Hangover song everyone else did in 2009. Original. The night would be dedicated to celebrating Katie's birthday, so like any other group of classy girls we ordered Pizza Hut. After putting on our fancy threads and fake hair and filling up the 'group flask' we headed to a club we could get into right away, XS. The 'connection' who got us in the club was a short fella who said 1-2 words every five minutes. Good guy. We felt out the club, danced, naturally met a group of Nebraska guys on a bachelor trip and began talking to them. I met Doug, who was a 6'7" toffee maker from a small industrial town called Grand Junction, Colorado. I knew we would get along. The girls can't stay in one place for more than 7 minutes, so the group A.D.D. kicked in and I was pulled away from my intellectual conversation with Doug Toffee. I didn't feel it appropriate to give him my number so my business card was the only reasonable option. At the bar, a small Chinese man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket wobbled up to our spot at the bar and continued to look at us, purchase our drinks and walk away without saying anything. The perks of Madi's boobs I guess. After one of the girl's hair caught on fire and a few pole dances were exchanged we were on to the next club. We were only at this particular club for about 4 minutes, it looked like it would've been a pretty good time. However, one girl in our group decided to "grab" a dancer making her money fall to the ground. Our friend was immediately escorted out of the club by security, while inside the dancer was contemplating pressing charges. We all left. Typical night.
A few mistakes later, we all decided to walk back to the hotel. On our way up to the room we passed a group of unknown contestants and Casey from the Bachelor. Jamison decided to walk up to Casey as if they were old friends from middle school, 'Casey?' Apparently it worked for her because the next thing we were drinking with them and two other sloots probably wanting to appear on the next season of Bachelor. Luckily, one of our friends got the winning ticket, a nice make out session with Casey and stories of his 7 homes around the U.S. Here's a nice clip of Casey being a douche: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFjgoP7d7Mg. I can't even watch the whole thing it makes me so uncomfortable.
For a quick night cap, one of the girls dropped their phone down the elevator shaft at 4 a.m. only to have the entire Mirage staff and fire department help her retrieve it.
The rest of the trip was typical Vegas. Walking around the Mirage in an over sized sparkly dress draped with a happy birthday sign while being a mute, breakfast rave, dance offs, fighting with each other, a classy dinner where everyone complains about how expensive it is, losing each other, and fighting with each other again.
No matter where we go, there is always laughter, surprise, and a long, dreadful drive home. The highlight of THIS trip was actually coming to work a week later to find a box of Toffee from Grand Junction, Colorado lying on my desk. Thanks Doug Toffee.
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| Fun Club we spent 4 minutes at |
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| DANCE OFFS |
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| Brunch Rave |
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| A mute. |
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| Our OWN table at an empty club |
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| Pole Dance at XS |
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| #neveradullmomentwiththegirls |
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
A Classy New Year's Eve Disaster
The holidays have come to an end, and like many past New Years, once again, I blacked out. I'm not proud to admit this and honestly I might need to work on this frequent occurrence; however, the beginning of 2012 will be semi-remembered as the year I woke up to find a random pipe in my clutch.
The night started off wonderful and like many other nights do. We all gathered in our glittery, svelte wardrobes with hats, horns, and heels. I made a drink like mature, grown-ups do, half vodka- half energy drink. As I was mixing my adult beverage someone yelled, "Who wants a shot!?" I see how this night is going to be. Apparently I'm a sucker for vodka shots or just extremely terrible with peer pressure because the rest of the night's actions could be explained because of this very 'pressure'.
We headed to the club in Hollywood where we had bought $60 tickets for entry and an open bar. I won't name the club for protection that someone reading this might've seen us at this same club. We were probably 10th in line to enter. Two of us in the group decided to reverse climb through a vineyard, over a ledge to the 'smoker area' of the club in order to surpass the dreadful six minute wait. The rest of us entered the small and crowded club to find a Trojan army in our way for the open bar. We were able to make it through rather quickly, much like the Greeks: largely over-stated and deceivingly pretty. After ordering our drinks and back up drinks things started to get a bit fuzzy. As you can see my night was short-lived, I was now just another Trojan. After some much needed dancing on ledges and meeting a few 'new friends' the night was coming to an end. The clock struck twelve o' clock, we had our midnight kisses. I'm 98% sure mine was with my boyfriend.
After we wondered around the club for a couple more hours, we must've all accidentally ended up in the same spot in the club and decided, "Well, this is a better time to go than any." Not to mention, I think a fight was a brewin'. Literally. Side note: It's not a TRUE New Year's Eve unless one of three things happen: 1) You regret/forget the evening 2) The clock strikes midnight and you are in a car, gas station or bathroom. 3) You fight with one of your girlfriends. Luckily, we were way ahead of these rules. As we were leaving the club, I noticed a large group of people being pushed. It was a brawl!! My excitement was halted when I realized it was two of my friends that were involved. Oh wait, it was between my two friends. HOT MESS! After another one of us started a verbal fight with someone 'mean mugging' them the entire night we got in our separate cabs and headed toward the valley, where tonight, we belonged.
Back at Valley Headquarters, I remember the scene quite vividly. The elevator ride up to the apartment consisted of one cab fighting over who didn't pay, again, while the other cab complained about how the fighting needed to stop and also, it was true about the 'non-payers'. The two 'brawlers' were still going at it in the kitchen and then headed upstairs, which all could be heard throughout the complex. Another one of us was passed out on the couch, while you could find one dress sitting on the wooden floor in the middle of the kitchen eating pita chips and pringles. This whole time I could observe these things but I still have no clue what I was actually doing. Was I on the floor joining in the pita chip take down? Was I spooning the girl passed out? I know I didn't walk 2 miles home at 3 a.m. with the other member of the group.
The next morning, I woke up in pajamas and all my belongings were next to me. SUCCESS! I looked in another room to find the 'brawlers' sleeping in the same bed. SUCCESS? I headed home to pass out until 5:00 in the evening. Fail. Later that evening, I was digging through my clutch to find any extra cash I may've forgot to spend at the club, instead I found a pipe in my purse. I don't know how this got there, I don't know who put it there, and I know I didn't use it. Of course, my sister's guess about what I was doing while all the girls were fighting, eating, and sleeping, "You were probably off smoking pot somewhere."
So, all in all, I'd say the New Year's Eve night was a total disaster, but one that makes it much more interesting to tell and really tightens our bond as friends. ;) Cheers to more New Year's as classy as this one!! Love you all.
The night started off wonderful and like many other nights do. We all gathered in our glittery, svelte wardrobes with hats, horns, and heels. I made a drink like mature, grown-ups do, half vodka- half energy drink. As I was mixing my adult beverage someone yelled, "Who wants a shot!?" I see how this night is going to be. Apparently I'm a sucker for vodka shots or just extremely terrible with peer pressure because the rest of the night's actions could be explained because of this very 'pressure'.
We headed to the club in Hollywood where we had bought $60 tickets for entry and an open bar. I won't name the club for protection that someone reading this might've seen us at this same club. We were probably 10th in line to enter. Two of us in the group decided to reverse climb through a vineyard, over a ledge to the 'smoker area' of the club in order to surpass the dreadful six minute wait. The rest of us entered the small and crowded club to find a Trojan army in our way for the open bar. We were able to make it through rather quickly, much like the Greeks: largely over-stated and deceivingly pretty. After ordering our drinks and back up drinks things started to get a bit fuzzy. As you can see my night was short-lived, I was now just another Trojan. After some much needed dancing on ledges and meeting a few 'new friends' the night was coming to an end. The clock struck twelve o' clock, we had our midnight kisses. I'm 98% sure mine was with my boyfriend.
After we wondered around the club for a couple more hours, we must've all accidentally ended up in the same spot in the club and decided, "Well, this is a better time to go than any." Not to mention, I think a fight was a brewin'. Literally. Side note: It's not a TRUE New Year's Eve unless one of three things happen: 1) You regret/forget the evening 2) The clock strikes midnight and you are in a car, gas station or bathroom. 3) You fight with one of your girlfriends. Luckily, we were way ahead of these rules. As we were leaving the club, I noticed a large group of people being pushed. It was a brawl!! My excitement was halted when I realized it was two of my friends that were involved. Oh wait, it was between my two friends. HOT MESS! After another one of us started a verbal fight with someone 'mean mugging' them the entire night we got in our separate cabs and headed toward the valley, where tonight, we belonged.
Back at Valley Headquarters, I remember the scene quite vividly. The elevator ride up to the apartment consisted of one cab fighting over who didn't pay, again, while the other cab complained about how the fighting needed to stop and also, it was true about the 'non-payers'. The two 'brawlers' were still going at it in the kitchen and then headed upstairs, which all could be heard throughout the complex. Another one of us was passed out on the couch, while you could find one dress sitting on the wooden floor in the middle of the kitchen eating pita chips and pringles. This whole time I could observe these things but I still have no clue what I was actually doing. Was I on the floor joining in the pita chip take down? Was I spooning the girl passed out? I know I didn't walk 2 miles home at 3 a.m. with the other member of the group.
The next morning, I woke up in pajamas and all my belongings were next to me. SUCCESS! I looked in another room to find the 'brawlers' sleeping in the same bed. SUCCESS? I headed home to pass out until 5:00 in the evening. Fail. Later that evening, I was digging through my clutch to find any extra cash I may've forgot to spend at the club, instead I found a pipe in my purse. I don't know how this got there, I don't know who put it there, and I know I didn't use it. Of course, my sister's guess about what I was doing while all the girls were fighting, eating, and sleeping, "You were probably off smoking pot somewhere."
So, all in all, I'd say the New Year's Eve night was a total disaster, but one that makes it much more interesting to tell and really tightens our bond as friends. ;) Cheers to more New Year's as classy as this one!! Love you all.
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| MG's Birthday/New Year's Eve 2012 |
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