New Yorkers, listen up! Imagine it’s midnight, you’re a few margaritas deep and you’re trying to figure out your next move. Skip the street meat and the Tenjune bullshit (you’re too short/fat/ugly anyway) and go get yourself a mani.. or an aromatherapy massage.. or hell, go for the perm and extensions. It’s a 24 hour hair party and you’re invited.
@alisamleo and I checked out Hair Party 24hr in Murray Hill this week and were pleasantly surprised to see it was not in fact a dingy massage parlor and not the least bit opium den-ish.
Do it.
“And, most importantly, there is no such thing as Goat Flu – so no threat to tourism. It’s hard to see a downside.” Yet another reason we should invade New Zealand.
[Mitsubishi Motors New Zealand via Jalopnik]
No, that’s not at all what I meant.
I can’t stop watching this girl’s videos. Tavi is going to rule the fashion blogosphere in a few years. Hell, she’s probably going to rule the Internet.
These are my Internet friends. The only thing I knew about them were their Twitter names and that they like IJSS.
They asked if I wanted to meet up while I was in MSP last weekend. I thought, ‘why not?’.
We drank tequila. And it was awesome.
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Best,
kvang
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The New Yorker article has an interesting article about the recreational use of Adderall and other psychostimulants- Brain Gain: The underground world of “neuroenhancing” drugs.
When I tell people that I never went to my Prom, I generally get responses like “what, you couldn’t get a date?” or “oh, so you were too cool for school?” Neither was the case really, I just had an older boyfriend who was wayyyyyyy to cool to attend a glorified school dance once he’d graduated from high school. So, instead of getting glammed up, dining at Applebee’s and drinking myself pregnant, I skipped it to instead go to a Run DMC Concert with the older kids in Fargo, ND.
I’m not kidding.
So, when my bff Jackie (did I just say bff? eww, I feel like I’m a retarded 14 year old) asked if I’d let her style me for a Prom thingy that Lord & Taylor had asked her to do (alongside fellow fashion bloggers Wendy of Nitrolicious and Chelsea of Pink Rock Candy), I was in to it.
They basically let us loose in the store to pick out dresses, shoes, jewelry and get our makeup done. It was like Supermarket Sweep, minus those huge, ultra expensive blocks of cheese and we didn’t have to weigh out exactly one pound of candy. Also, I guess we didn’t get to keep anything at the end. But hey, it was still fun.
Jackie dressed me in this empire waist gown that was sorta Bohemian and sorta Grecian at the same time. And cuffs, lots of cuffs. If you know Jack, you know she loves her some cuffs. Anyway, in the end, I think she did a pretty damn good job with my look.
One question though, wasn’t I supposed to get drunk on wine coolers or some type of Pucker at least?
I sort love this pic. Check out the rest of the Prom goodness on my Flickr
