A-List Friday Night

Young Kelly and I headed out on the town to meet up with old friends... and ended up having a very swankarific time. We started at L'Artusi, a little restaurant nestled in the west village that serves up some of the most delectable morsels... particularly the mushroom salad-- TDF. We were seated in their private room and were therefore able to get as boisterous and as loud as we wanted... which wasn't tough to do. When southerners and australians mix company, watch out. Lots of laughter and empty wine bottles.



From there we headed to the most exclusive club in NYC-- the boom boom room at the standard hotel. It is today's version of bungalow 8- very strict guest list, and next to impossible to get into. While the crowd was overly pretentious and stuffy, the views and the decor were stunning. The bathrooms all have floor to ceiling windows-- so as you sit on the toliet, you look out over the city (I took a pic of it).
But with an A-List night comes an A-List Hangover. Pajamas, aspirin and water to the rescue!

*sigh*

Wishing I was still there. Damn you cold weather! My bag could barely fit my winter coat for my return to the city.

HAPPY 2010

I've been off the grid because of our remote location. Here are a few shots of the tranquility I've been basking in and the battery-recharging session I've enjoyed for three days. Thinking of you all and wishing everyone a great start to a stunning year.

Lamplighter with my cuz(s)

In an attempt to drink away the memory of my father stuffed in plastic, I headed to the Lamplighter (the ultimate dive) for a few beverages and pool with my kin folk.

Fatty

After my fam and relatives pulled a Bumpus Hound on our liquor supply, we decided it was time to gift Pops with our yearly joke present. This time, it was a discounted Nordic Track Fat Suit... Which he promptly put on. He looked like a father to a Jersey Shore cast member (A-OH!). Or a S&M Chelsea Club goer. Either way, it was ugly. Real, real ugly.

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The Grizwalds Christmas Eve

If there was a cutest-grandmother-in-the-world competition, mine would win. Hands down.

Outtakes From An Askew Ladybird Family Picture

One of these days, we will nail it. I love the one in which Sissy is bossing around the photographer and attempting to direct from her seat. Classic Sissy.

* Ada missing from shot

My Uniform for 5 days

Ok. So here's my confession. I haven't gone swimsuit shopping in...um... for EVER. Mostly because my skin is not BFF with the sun, and therefore I prefer to stay indoors in the summer. But my vacation is rapidly approaching, so today I bit the bullet and marched over to bloomies and did some damage. I'm not a bikini person (my stomach is the color of undriven snow, no joke)- so I opted for a tankini top with different bottom matches, and a killer one piece (super low back).

New Designs in the Cooker

Me, at the Tiffany Chrissy Party

Before I lost my phone, credit card and gloves. Ah, office Christmas parties...why must I take it upon myself to celebrate for the ENTIRE company?

White Elephant Party

Stan and Amanda welcomed the old high school crew over for a hilarious white elephant party over the holidays--- think dirty santa meets crappy gifts. The dress code was holiday festive, and many did not disappoint with their attire. The best part of the evening was when I was able to strategically acquire the most coveted white elephant present of all..... Golden Girl beer coozies (blanche devereaux on foam- hot!) Afterwards we made our way over to Yosemite Sam's for some late night karaoke. Fun times with the gang.

Letterpressing In Williamsburg

Katie and I made our way today in the deep snow to take a class at The Arm-- a small letterpress studio filled to the brim with vintage machines and antique metal stamps. I highly recommend signing up for a tutorial- it was a total weekend treat.

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Here's What

I'm all for martinis. And obviously, I'm all about nuggets. But
this ? NO. Just lots and lots of no.

New Year's Eve 2009

Booked! Can. Not. Wait. 5 days in paradise. It'll be like living in a corona commercial, daily.

Happy Birthday to the Loveliest Lady of All

To my one and only Katie J.... without whom I most certainly would be nothing short of a wreck in a wig. Tonight the ladies are getting together to toast her at Griffou Hotel-- A fab spot in the west village that is known for celeb-spotting and pricey libations.

The Pelt Princess

So the story goes like this: I was upstate with friends, hanging out in a dive bar with some locals one evening, when we noticed a man seemingly wearing a furry animal on his head. Upon further inspection (with my invisible monocle, a miming routine I love to do when I'm pretending to really inspect something)- I noticed that it was, in fact, a coyote. Ears, eyes, nose and ALL. When we introduced ourselves to this gentleman with a dog for a hat, we learned that his name was *drumroll*... wolfman. At this point I insisted on wearing his prized pelt headpiece, and well, the rest is history.

The Wolfman is to my right, lovingly looking into the eyes of the coyote while the Fitz was laughing from behind the camera. Don't worry, I'm still washing my hair in bleach after this little encounter. Woof.

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