How to dress for a job interview: Take 2

Some of you might remember Kristy and Katie Barry from this NYTimes article that came out last year. The identical twins are in toughing it out in Manhattan, struggling to land their very first JOB. Well, over 150 cover letters later, they are still trying to find work. I feel your pain, ladies! 

While the gals have fab personalities, their professional demeanor needed a little help. Who better to make them over than Felix Mercado, the stylist for NYC Media's show Job Hunt! Remember him from this post? He's not scared to put the smack down on style. I had a hard time accepting his advice about not wearing head-to-toe black to an interview, but deep down I knew he was right. (Are you happy? I admitted it. YOU'RE right, damnit!)

Check out the recap from last night's episode:

Loved the tutorial, Fe! The twins look totally profesh. A source told me they've been on an interview spree lately, so it looks like those tips just may be working! And geeze, where were you a year ago when I made this interview outfit blunder? Cleavage, bangles, Oopsie! 

Have YOU ever committed any of these fashion crimes? How important is your interview outfit to you? For me, it can totally make or break my confidence!

Brussel sprouts: I am not a fan of you

Monday was a mindless eating day. I had chicken and quinoa for lunch, but work was slow later in the afternoon and I was in the mood to munch. I went to the grocery store and grabbed a bag of Garden of Eatin' blue corn tortilla chips and salsa. Let's just say that by the end of the day, the bottom of the bag was visible. Whoopsie. That night involved handfuls of sour Skittles and Milk Duds as my bf and I watched the first episode of Mad Men season three. (Next time the dude at Blockbuster tries to lure you with the candy/popcorn/soft drink deal, just say NO, hun!)  

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling a bit icky, but instead of beating myself up about my indulgences, I decided to start fresh. I needed veggies! I read lots of health blogs and it seems like everyone eats brussel sprouts. And not only eat them, they like, nay LOVE them.  I never liked the look of those suckers, and I've been procrastinating trying 'em for a long long time. So yesterday, I decided to take the plunge. I got a small order of brussel sprouts at Union Market near work to eat with the ham sandwich I had packed. What's the hype about these weird looking green balls? I was about to find out. 

I hesitantly took a bite of one, and as I chewed, I didn't like what I was tasting. Well, it didn't really taste like anything. The only thing I could focus on was the texture, which I am not even sure how to describe. These brussel sprouts were cooked in olive oil, so you'd think there'd be more flavor, but nope. I ate three more hoping my feelings would change, but it only solidified my initial opinion: I do NOT like brussel sprouts. And how the heck does anyone eat them steamed? I can't even imagine. I've also heard some people cook them in maple syrup, but doesn't that defeat the purpose of eating greens? 

I was hoping to add a new veggie to my diet, but for now I'll have to stick to the usual suspects: carrots, green beans, broccoli, salad, edamame, peppers. I've been eating more asparagus lately, too. What are YOUR favorite vegetables? And should I give brussel sprouts another chance? How should I cook them?

Suburbia: The land of garage sales and craft stores

In my last post, I talked about having a "normal" life. Being in South Carolina over the weekend totally made me crave one. Courtenay and I woke up Saturday morning and headed over to the garage sale across the street with our mugs of coffee. A garage sale?! Yipeee! We chatted with the neighbors and made small talk about basketball and the weather. It was sweet.

I don't even remember the last time I went to a garage sale. Buying other people's shit really isn't my thing, but it was fun nonetheless. I was just content ya know, doing something normal.

These hair bow holders were the only things that interested me besides the Dora The Explorer books. (Lord knows why? I found myself wishing I had a little person to buy them for.)

And then we hit up Hobby Lobby. I liked saying it, Hobby Lobby. Hobby Lobby, Hobby Lobby, Hobby Lob...right. It's kind of like a Michael's, only a bit more gangster. Court filled her cart with really important things like plastic Easter eggs and ribbon with ladybugs on it ;)

Ahh fun times. What's your favorite thing about being in the 'burbs? Cruising Walmart? Strip Malls? Here's what I like to do when I'm home in Kentucky.

What keeps you going when you feel like calling it quits?

I feel like quitting every single day. Every.single.day. New York, this blog...everything. Sometimes I think about what it would be like living in a smaller city and having a 9-5 job that didn't give me stress pimples. A life of dinner clubs and tennis lessons and not having to worry about what you're wearing every time you step outside. Ahh, that sounds nice.

But, I know in my heart that that would make me happy for like, a week. The novelty would wear off and then I'd be dreaming of my days in NYC where I didn't know what was going to happen from one day to the next. Literally. It's stressful, but exciting. There's just something about the hustle of the city that I'm addicted to. I hate it and love it at the same time. Right now, I hate it. New York, why can't I quit you?!

On the inside, I feel like this most of the time--beaten and worn down. Exhausted. Do I have another round in me? Just when it feels like I don't, I pull another one out of my ass. Somehow. I don't know how.

Hope. Ambition. Friends. Family. God. The power of change. And dreams. And believing. These are the things that keep me going when I feel like calling it quits. What about YOU?

Do you play a social sport?

One thing I loved about being with Court all weekend is that she is really active just like me. Most of my NYC friends are more into shopping and binge drinking than running or sports, but hey, that's what makes the world go round, right?!

Saturday we hit the tennis courts. I haven't even held a racquet in at least ten years, despite my mom's constant encouragement to take up a "social sport." Court's a pro, so I asked for a couple pointers before we got started. Check out the vid!

Ok, so looking back at it, I don't think I was quite so stylish, but it turned out I had more skill than I had anticipated, so that was good at least. We kept a volley (is that the right term?) going pretty smoothly until I'd randomly decide to lose control and whack the ball over the fence. This happened more than a few times, but Court insisted I was "really good"....for a beginner.

Umm yeah, did I mention Court is SIX MONTHS preggo? I don't even look this good when I have a food baby. Fail.

I had a lot of fun playing tennis, even though my technique has quite a lot to be desired. I think I've found my social sport, y'all! I can totally see myself getting competitive with it too. (You wanna step to this Ramona? Invite me to play a game on the next season of The Housewives of New York and see what happens.) Now all I need is a buddy in NYC to battle me on the court. Who's down?! I'm open to free lessons too ;) Ohh, remember this workout sesh I had with Serena Williams? Call me, girl!

So tell me: Do you play a social sport like tennis or golf? Are you on a sports team? If not, has there been something you've been wanting to try? Just DO IT!

Adventures in Babeland

Babeland is actually the name of a sex toy shop in the Lower East Side, but sorry guys, this post is not going to be about dildos and nipple tassels. The baby shower yesterday was a success—here's the recap!

Here I am with the Mommy-to-be. Courtenay just might be the cutest preggo woman I have ever seen. 

I thought these blocks were adorable!

And these dresses: Precious.

The food was yummy but I'm just posting my favorites. Pimento cheese and pita chips...Mmm. I don't remember the last time I had it—it's a Southern thang, y'all. 

Petit Fours—this is a new word for me. Who knew there was a fancy name for bite-sized cake? I had half of one, but I could have easily eaten the whole tray. Willpower, WHAT?!

So I actually forgot to try this carmel apple dip. How that happened, I am not sure. But, I wanted to post it because it's so pretty and easy to make. Basically you just take a block of cream cheese and spread it on the bottom of a tray. Carmel dipping sauce is the next layer, and then crumbled Heath bar goes on top. Cut up a few Granny Smiths and you're good to GO!

Here's a vid of Court talking about how she's decorating the baby's room. Even if you're like me and nowhere near ready to have a babe of your own, it's still interesting to see how it all comes together, especially because she's got so many wallet-friendly finds. Still don't give a shit? Trust me, it's worth watching just to hear her sweet Southern twang!

My videotaping is becoming down right embarrassing. Lord! Ohh and I forgot to mention that the onesies I gave her are from the boutique I work at in Park Slope—Goldy+Mac! Here are the other sites she mentioned:

Rug: Dash and Albert

Bedding: Joshua Tree

Wall art: Home Decorators

Hanging Pom Poms: Anne Musing Designs

So what did you think about the shower and Courtenay's video? She's a natural in front of the cam! And how many baby showers have you been to? I've only been to four (if you count the one I went to in high school, that is!) 

Airport Style: Take 3

Hellllo from South Carolina! So, yesterday I woke up at 4am to catch a 7am flight. To make a short story shorter, my flight got canceled, and I was rebooked for another flight...TWICE! I had to go through hell to get everything sorted out, but I ended up getting an even better flight than I had in the first place! Umm, the fact that I lied and said I was in a wedding and had to make it to a rehearsal dinner that might have had something to do with it ;) 

Anyway, I was pretty amazed how pulled together some girls were that early in the morning. I guess that's New York for ya! I didn't get all the pics I wanted because I was too busy trying to sort out my flight situation, but check out this chick.

Jacket+boots=L-o-v-e

I liked her bag, too—she's kinda got the military trend going on.  (So into that right now!) My luggage on the other hand, is so embarrassingly UNCOOL. 

I didn't have a traveling companion to take any full-length pics of me, so I decided to do a little photo shoot on the plane!

I can only imagine what the two men I was sandwiched in between thought about my little photo sesh. Snapping pics for the bloggy blog has become so second-nature to me that I don't even realize I might be doing something a bit weird until after the fact!

This hat I got from Urban Outfitters was a lifesaver. There's really nothing cute about me at 4am, but at least I don't look like a total slob.

Alright, it's time to get ready for the baby shower! But tell me: What's your go-item you throw on when you want to look stylish without the fuss? And have you ever told a lie like I did in order to get on a flight?

Photo Shoot Friday: Fabulous jewels+Champers+Mini Cheesecakes

Hey hey. So Wednesday night I also hit up Olivia Palermo's necklace launch at the Roberta Freymann store on the Upper East Side. It was an intimate gathering, but I have to say, it was pretty darn fabulous. Everyone there was dressed to impressed, including Miz Olivia herself, of course.

Totally chic, right? I love Olivia's style. Who What Wear is always on Olivia overload, which annoyed me at first, but I can't really blame them. The girl's got style. 

And here's the collection, which will be sold at the store this spring! The whole jeweled bib necklace thing isn't exactly a groundbreaking concept, but I really liked them nonetheless. They are fun, girlie, and over-the-top.

This was one of my faves. I got really excited when I saw the necklaces being wrapped in tissue paper—goodie bag time!? Umm, no. Then I noticed people in a line whipping out their credit cards. Damn.

Watch out, Olivia! Poor girl banged her head on this birdcage, and I was there to capture the moment :)

Yumm, cheesecake. I saw her pop one into her mouth. It's probably the only thing she's had to eat all day, but hey. Nothing tastes as good as being skinny—right, O?!

I was in love with this girl's outfit. Shorts, stripes, super-chunky scarf. So freakin' cool. 

And look how cute Lauren is! Her dress is from Mod Cloth—they have lots of cool, wallet-friendly  finds. And props to the party staff for the constant champers refills—I usually have to fight off bitches just to get A drink!

So what do you think of the collection? I'm digging it—I like anything that makes a statement! Well, I'm off to South Carolina for my best friend, Court's, babe shower. I'll be posting over the weekend, so check back in, YA HEAR? What's everyone else up to? Make it a good one! xoxo

Springtime, party time, ALL the time!

Spring has SPRUNG! I went through a bit of a party drought the last month or so, but I'm ready to get back in the game—put me in coach! Warm weather makes New Yorkers ridiculously happy. Everyone's party hopping and guzzling bubbly like champs—it's the best!

Last night Fed invited me to the Blanc de Chine fashion show to check out the Fall/Winter collection. The intimate preview party was so much fun, and I loved everything I saw!

Satin pants—apparently I need a pair. Most of the models were rocking them. And how great is that long scarf? So chic!

This was my favorite look. I'd probably look like a stumpy superhero in that turquoise capelet, but that's why tall skinny model girl is wearing it and I'm...not. 

                                           

Here are the final looks of the show. Yeah, sorry if you are cocking your head to the side right now and your boss is giving you a What-the-fuck-is-she-doing glare. Just tell him (or her) that you're reading Fired 'n' Fabulous! Duh. My boyfriend has mentioned on more than one occasion that I should look into photography classes. I think I just might. 

Can you guess whose backside this is? There's only one person in the entire city of Manhattan that would wear such a shiteous getup, so it shouldn't be hard. I'll give you a hint: Her husband's name rhymes with Mimon and he sports banana hammocks on the beach. Still not sure?

Alex and Simon from The Housewives of New York! And look, they're sitting front row. Treasure the moment, guys. All kidding aside, I do really like them. They seem like nice people, which is a lot more than I can say for some of those other catty bitches. (Jill, I'm not talking about you, girlfriend!) However, they need a stylist. Like, yesterday. Get.a.STYLIST. I can hook you UP. And hello, Derek Warburton is sitting right next to you—learn how to utilize your resources, people! They're making the same fashion mistakes I made when I was like 20 years-old: Just because something is super-trendy or outrageous, does not automatically mean it is fashionable. No. Just...NO.

However, there were plenty of stylish people at the party. (I wasn't one of them. I threw on Liza's Burberry trench so I'd look semi pulled together.) Look at this cute Urban Outfitters bag. The girl carrying it said she got it a couple months ago—tear—but I'm going to check online to see if they still have it!

And look at this chick. Trench coat, leather gloves, Love.

Ok, ok, I know. I pretty much did Photo Shoot Friday one day early. Again. I'm now rethinking my blog choice for tomorrow, because let's face it, this one is pretty awesome, but it'll be fabulous all the same! Plus, it'll include another (more famous, stylish) celeb—so get ready for that! 

So what did you think of the collection? Any favorite pieces? The red sequin dress was pretty killer, too. What would YOU wear to a party like this? And who are your favorite Housewives of New Yawk?

I CAN SLEEP WHEN I DIE!

I wrote that once in a cover letter (umm, yeah), and I landed the job. Now, it was the same job I got fired from, but that's besides the point. I'm an extremely hard worker, which I'm sure will pay off at some point, but unfortunately my I-will-do-whatever-it-takes-to-make-it attitude isn't conducive to a lot of sleep. Lately I've been getting about five to six hours a night during the week, which might not seem so bad, but I'm definitely an eight hours of sleep kind of girl. Some people thrive on little Zzz's—I am not one of them. 

Diddy doesn't get much pillow time—or so he says. How does he do it? He has so many assistants, maybe he's devised a way to have someone sleep for him. That would be sweet. 

Anyway, this am, my alarm went off at 6am and I was so incredibly tired. I felt like it would be impossible to wake up, but after five minutes, I talked myself out of bed. I had some blog-related things to get done early because I have a busy late afternoon/evening. I had such a hard time keeping my eyes open, that after two hours, I crawled back into bed to take a 30-minute power nap. I didn't wake up feeling totally refreshed, but it helped a little. I think. (But P.S. I fell asleep on the subway today—like full-on REM mode. Scary.)

I'm starting to worry that my lack of sleep will interfere with my productivity. So tell me: How much sleep do YOU get? Is it a priority in your life?

Are you stressed about bikini season yet?

I wouldn't say I'm stressed yet, but I'm sure as hell thinking about it. I just booked a trip with friends to the Southhampton for Memorial Day weekend, so that gives me exactly two months to get it in CHECK. I've never been to the Hamptons, but I can only imagine that everyone struts around showing off their rock hard bods, wearing as minimal clothing as possible. I'm going to try hard though, not to think about my deadline—that could get me in trouble. If I put too much pressure on myself, I'll most likely lose a lot of weight (and by "a lot" I mean three pounds) in the next few weeks and gain it all back and more right before my trip. It's happened before and it SUCKS. 

If I could have any body in the world, it wouldn't be Kim Kardashian's. I certainly wouldn't complain 'cause momma's got bangin' curves, but the thing I'm most envious about is her ability to look red carpet ready at ANY moment—even on a windy boat. She's always perfectly pulled together, and her long locks are beyond gorge. I mean, is this REAL LIFE? Haha. 

There's that infamous boot-ay! I love catching celebrities eat, especially in bikinis. What is that? A mango? A Twinkie? Mmm. 

What about you: Are you stressing about bikini season yet? Do you do anything extra to kick in into gear?

Is this REAL LIFE?

We live in a world where starting a blog can lead to book deals and TV shows, or in this mom's case, earning 40k...a month. And look at Susan Boyle--her Britain's Got Talent performance was the number one most watched video on YouTube in 2009, which resulted in an album deal and worldwide fame. And two eyebrows. The second most popular? See below.


I'm sure by now everyone has seen this (except for my mom maybe!), but it cracks me up every time I watch it, which is a lot. "Am I going to feel like this forever? Is this real life?" Sadly, no...and no, kid. Over the last year, David's family has made BANK from this little trip to the dentist. While the family has been overwhelmed with support, some people think it was wrong for David's dad to put the video on YouTube for the world to see. Child exploitation? I think not. It's harmless. Plus, David is loooving the attention. He's a "ROCKSTAR!" Check out this recent interview here. I kinda liked him better on pain killers, but whatever.

Yes, some people are obnoxious in their self-promotion/money-making ventures, but I love how these types of success stories give me the feeling that anything's possible if you put yourself out there. While I'd be thrilled to just get a full-time job right now, the possibility of something BIGGER happening one day keeps me going.

How do you feel about people gaining fame and fortune all over the internet? What's been your favorite success story? Least favorite?

Are bloggers real writers? Discuss.

I could write six best-selling books and I'd still be reluctant to call myself a writer. The label is not something I take lightly. When people ask me what I do, I usually always say magazine reporter first. (I've been getting that question a lot lately, and it's become more and more painful to answer for some reason.) I'm actually much more confident talking to someone about my blog than I am about the articles I've written.

OK, so obviously the asshole who put this sign up outside his bar during SxSW has not come across Fired 'n' Fabulous yet...obvi. Kidding. I could care less. If there are bloggers out there pulling the "Don't you know who I AM?!" stunt, then they deserve it. (Who are you, Justin Long?)

However, a lot of people DO give a shit about bloggers. They are being taken more and more seriously (Hello, this teenager sat front row at every major show during Fashion Week!), and little of that has to do with the fact that they are real writers. Most aren't. I know a lot of amazing writers with unsuccessful blogs--the two don't really go hand-in-hand. You have to just kinda...get it. I'm by no means the authority on blogs, and mine is a constant work in progress, but I think I have a general idea of what works and what doesn't. I try to keep it real and write about things people can relate to, while sprinkling in a bit of fun and fabulosity here and there. And I really try to cut myself off when I start to ramble. (I'm constantly asking myself, "Would anyone care about this?") Right, I think it's about that time.

So you tell me: Do you think bloggers are real writers? What do you think makes a good blog? And how many blogs do you follow regularly?

Oh and I FINALLY have a winner for the PH8 tote bag giveaway--I totally forgot about picking a winner! And the lucky reader is...RACHEL! Shoot me an email with your addy and I'll get it to you :)

Have you ever been caught gettin' busy?

I did a reporting gig for the April issue of Glamour on this very subject, and some of the stories I heard were beyond mortifying! One involved a guy getting caught walking around his girlfriend's apartment nude in sky-high platforms, and another couple got busted by a COW! I can easily say it was one of the most fun assignments I have ever done. Yes, I get paid to talk to people about their sex lives. I'm quite good at it, actually. I don't know if it's my no holds barred approach (no question is off-limits!), or my sweet southern accent that makes people feel comfortable opening up about things they'd only tell their BFF. Can you just picture me asking someone, "So he stuck the vibrator...where?" Haha!

The all-time best "caught" story is Jim's apple pie incident in American Pie. God, I love that movie. (I've reference it before here.) His dad's masturbation talk was pricelss: "I have to admit I did a fair bit of masturbating when I was younger. I used to call it stroking the salami. You know, pounding the pud. I never did it with baked goods, but your Uncle Mort, he pets the one-eyed snake five to six times a day." And if memory serves me correctly, there was also a brief clitoris chat. Umm yeah, I think plenty of guys could benefit from that one!

So tell me: Have YOU ever been caught gettin' busy? Spill it--I know you have! And check out the Glamour stories here. Which one is your favorite?

"You need to get a hobby!"

If you're a fan of The Housewives of New York like I am, you know that's what Bethenny told Jill in a bitchy voicemail, which pretty much solidified the end of their friendship. The former BFFs are dunzo. I know I've praised Bethenny in the past (take this post for example), but I'm Team Jill on this one. Telling someone they "need to get a hobby?" Ouuuch.

Speaking of hobbies, when I went to get my taxes done at H&R Block this weekend, the girl helping me called my blog a *gasp* HOBBY. A hobby? "Well, do you make a profit from it?" No. "Then it's a hobby!" (Silent cry.) Since when did hobbies take so much WORK? Collecting stamps is a hobby. Don't get me wrong, I love the bloggy-blog. It's fun and it gives me daily structure and a sense of purpose, AND I get to interact with super-cool readers like YOU. But...but...a hobby? I'm still having a hard time embracing that term.

Tax time for freelancers can be quite a nightmare (it was for me, but I can't even go there right now), and this unintentional slap in the face did not help matters anyway. The blog is a labor of love I suppose, but you better believe I reassured tax girl that next year I'd come back with a lot more than just a HOBBY to discuss!

And actually, I realized that I don't think I have any hobbies. Working out doesn't count, does it? Tell me: What are your hobbies? Is it weird that I don't have any? I'll just tack that onto my neverending To-Do list: GET.A.HOBBY. Right.

Z is for Zumba

So who's a fan of Zumba? I had been wanting to try a class for forever, so when I got hooked up with the New Balance Zumba sneaks, I was eager to test 'em out and see what the hype around this Latin-inspired aerobics dance workout was all about. Check out the vid below for my recap. (Sorry it's so small--technical difficulties!)


I really enjoyed it, but I had to do more stopping and starting than I wanted. (Umm yeah, not sure why I decided to bust out those dance moves--sorry you had to witness that!) I'm a pretty coordinated gal, so hopefully I'll be a pro in no time if I keep at it! I'd like to incorporate more Zumba classes into my workout routine to mix things up and have fun, but I don't think it could never replace my calorie-scorching runs or sports conditioning classes.

This is a pretty good looking shoe, huh? I've never had such a stylish and comfy sneaker before. I didn't take them off all day long!

After the class Kateri and I went to Grey Dog's on Carmine Street to catch up over coffee. I love that place!

I was tempted by the baked goods. (I mean, HELLO most delicious looking cookie I've ever seen!) But I got what I came for...

A skim latte.

Look how cute Kateri is post-workout!

And then I met my boyfriend at Cafe Charbon in the LES for brunch. I got an egg white ham and herb omelette--it was yummy. And THEN I got my taxes done, which was quite depressing. I really can't even talk or think about it right now! Ughhh.

Besides that though, I had an awesome day! Who else is enjoying great weather this weekend? And who's into Zumba? Am I weird for not LOVING it? I'm going to give it a few more chances though before I make my mind up about it.

Table for one, please

I know I've probably complained about this before, but one thing that really sucks about "working" from home is the lack of human interaction I get on most days. Yesterday, the only person I had a conversation longer than five words with was the maintenance guy who came to my apartment to put plaster up on the walls. And his English wasn't even too hot.

Plans with my bf fell through, and I wasn't in the mood to try to scrape together plans with friends at the last minute, so there I was, all alone on a Friday night. I didn't have money to do what I really wanted to, which was order in sushi and check out what was playing at the movie theatre down the street, so I had to compromise. Earlier in the afternoon I was given a restaurant menu, which normally I'd chuck into the trash, but the boy passing them out caught my attention by exclaiming, "You gotta try this healthy fast food!" Healthy fast food, eh? Like what, chicken nuggets and fries that won't expand your ass?

So I headed to Spark on First ave near 91st street to see what this new healthy fast food place was all about. (FYI for New Yorkers: They are also opening locations on Lexington at 83rd and 2nd ave at 49th.) The menu had many appealing options like wraps, salads and chicken, salmon and tofu dishes. I went with the whole wheat chicken wrap with brown rice, salsa and mixed vegetables--it was really fresh and yummy, and yep, super-speedy, too! I cozied up in the corner reading InTouch Weekly (poor Sandra Bullock!) and munched away on my wrap. I felt a little lonely as I watched the couple next to me laughing and kissing, but I was content.

Afterwards, I went to Starbucks to work on some story ideas for a website that could potentially turn into a regular freelance gig. (Fingers crossed!) I headed home around 11pm and fell asleep watching My Best Friend's Wedding. What a wild and crazy Friday night!

This morning I woke up feeling refreshed and went to my very first Zumba class. Check back tomorrow for my video recap--I loved it! What did everyone else do last night? Hopefully something more exciting than I did! And do you ever have quiet Friday nights by yourself? Do you enjoy it?

Photo Shoot Friday: Getting drunk for a cause

Last night I went to Orensanz in the Lower East Side for the Restore Freedom Gala. The event raised over $120,000 for after-care services for women in NYC who are victims of sex trafficking. It's hard to imagine that something so terrible happens right here in New York, isn't it?

Check out the venue! It felt a little bit wrong to drink glass after glass of vino in an old church, but it certainly didn't stop me. What can I say—I know how to adapt to my environment. 

Well, hello there!

When I went to set my empty wine glass on a table I saw this sign. Hmm...I wouldn't mind transforming into a tree during moments like this. And then I noticed every table had a different one. 

Most of them were relative to the charity. Like this one...

and this one. But then we have this one...

Sure, I'd like to learn how to bake bread too, but I'm not quite sure I get it. Can someone help me out here? 

Since this is what happens when I get drunk at charity events, I was trying my hardest to steer clear of the silent auction tables. And I was doing a good job until my boyfriend encouraged me to take a peek at the items. Private pilates lessons, sailing excursions, jewelry...sounds nice...Bumble and Bumble swag bag?! Gotta have it! I tried to hide my excitement, but failed miserably. Before I knew it, my bf put down a bid. It was one of the most popular items, so I didn't expect to win.

But I did! Apparently my bf saw that someone had out-bid him, so he upped the ante. Playing to win—I like your style, hun! Holy cow, I'm so excited to bust into these products. My locks could certainly use a little restoration—lord knows when I'll be able to afford my next haircut! 

What a fun night! Drinking for a cause—I'm quite good at it. Has anyone else been to a fabulous charity event? Got any good bidding stories? And whatcha up to this weekend? Tomorrow morning I'm  going to my FIRST ever Zumba class, and I have a friend's Mexican-themed birthday partay at night. Stay tuned for my adventures!