I am a lover of online shopping. No really, LOVE it. It is something I can do from the comfort of my bed at night after a long day at work, then a little gift comes a few days later right to my door and I don’t have to do anything.
It may be the epitome of laziness now that I am typing it all out.
So today, for the first time in a long time, I went in-store shopping for a dress for this fundraiser I have coming up in a few weeks. It was exhausting, depressing and full of bad lighting and pushy sales people. I may have reaffirmed my love of online shopping, but have come out victorious with a great navy blue sheath dress from Calvin Klein 40% off. This, after many many many other dresses were tried on… it was a naked day all over DC.
It’s strange, when I wasn’t paying attention, DC became home.
I look forward to getting back, to my comfortable apartment, to my neighborhood, to the small big city full of impromptu nights with a variety of interesting characters. DC is, at times, very stereotypical, full of egos and political heavy hitters. Full of conversations that begin with “who do you work for and where did you go to school?”. But, it is also full of motivated and driven people with intriguing stories from all over the world. I have made a few great friends and some wonderful memories.
It probably will not be the place I settle forever, however I am exceedingly proud of having moved here and made it home.
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”—Neil Gaiman (via thatluciegirl)
Sometimes you just need to read it and reaffirm your hopes for a new year and a new chance to get it right.
remember these crazy ladies and the reunion we had back at miami this past spring?
well tonight i’m hosting a lil cocktail party for all the girls who call chicago home during the holiday season. sadly it’ll be closer to 10 people rather than 60 - but i still cannot wait to see all of their gorgeous faces!
there will be cocktails, there will be hors d’uoerves and let’s be honest… there will probably be some singing too.
my empty office has become the place where “fun goes to die” and I am honestly frustrated whenever a client calls to actually work on an upcoming program. isitvacationyet? (yes I am posting a flo rida song, its enjoyable, trust me.)
A few days ago, I told a man at my company that my boyfriend and I had recently broken up, his response :
"So the dude just didn’t want to settle down and get married?"
Maybe I took this too much to heart, but I realized how some men will always view women in this world. A girl hits her upper 20’s and it is assumed that all she wants is a ring and a wedding and an end to singlehood. And that breaking up could never be her choice, how could she want that!?
For the record, I was the one who did the breaking, and it was exactly that, heartbreaking. He wanted the marriage, the living together, the life, and I didn’t feel right and was not ready. I will say it was hard as hell, but I did the right thing.
I am not saying the above scenario could never happen to me, but don’t assume. We are women with choices, thoughts, wants, needs and desires for our future. I am stronger than I ever thought I would be and know myself more completely than most men I know.
me: your talking to a girl who had bens chili bowl last night after half a bottle of wine clearly, i have no self control Alexandra: um we ate Skyline loaded in hot sauce and then i felt like shit until i fell asleep ha me: fuck i love you. this is why we are friends. Alexandra: HA
"Hi, my name is every-girl-that-has-ever-formerly-dated-a-guy."
Welcome to the Facebook Stalker Support Group.
So, I’ll admit it. I broke up with a wonderful man, it was my choice, my doing, and I wouldn’t turn back, but this does not effect my desire to still know what he is doing in my absence.
Yes, it has crossed my mind to defriend him, but why, I WANT to know that he is now going to NYC for weekend trips, though he once told me he hated the city and would NEVER go there… and that he is having the BEST SUMMER EVER only to be followed by the BEST FALL EVER!
*(My reference for my parents off of g-unit, you know, cause I’m rough like that.)
Some parents prefer to play the sideline game while watching their children mature and grow into the adults they will be. My parents are actively in the game. They help me up when I fall, provide on-field advice and occasional yell at me when I need the push.
Recently, I broke up with a wonderful man who I will always deeply care for and respect. Making that decision was not easy, but it was necessary for my happiness and brought me even closer to my parents. As everything happens for a reason, they helped me through and I don’t know if you could have a stronger bond than I have currently with them.
It came as seeing each other as adults, decision makers on a level playing field and helping each other win the game. I don’t need many more on my side as long as I have their support. And that is a wonderful feeling.
So my very prestigious day job is in Catering at a major hotel in Washington, DC.
WOW, WHAT A LOCATION!? COOL!? HOW FUN!? You who find yourself reading this say… all 2 of you.
Oh my god, I know, like, DC, supercool!
Right, so don’t be surprised when it will cost you the price of a luxury vehicle to have a meeting or event here. I know its ridiculious and yes, you have to add 10% tax and 21% gratuity to have my 74 year old server attend to your Continental Breakfast for 20 people, but this is America, and you see that, its the Capitol where all the important people are, its going to cost you.
…can be humming along pretty well… you’re thinking, “I have some great friends, my job is going well”… even something as trivial as “Wow! I look pretty thin today!”… and then you drop your iphone and it cracks and you are resolved things could not get any worse than they currently are.
a) I am sitting with my legs open in a skirt (oops!) with mixed company of the male persuasion.
duce) I pose in a “provocative manner” in photos with my dad, family friends or complete strangers.
3) When insist on using my big mouth to crack a joke at someone else’s expense.
I have been who I am and embarrassing my mother for as long as I can remember, almost to a fault. It has made me friends, the occasional enemy, but mostly, it has made me who I am and someone I am more proud to be today than I have been in the past.
So I begin this blog, with (mostly) original content and ramblings of someone just trying to figure it out and laughing along the way.
Its been a noteworthy year thus far… good and bad, and I just want to make sure I have an electronic memory of the good to keep me going through the rough.