The Day After

Wow.

It's been a long time since I've gone.. stayed out until 3 in the morning - the time I didn't realize until I woke up today and found that I had updated my facebook status at that time.

That was fun.. the realization part; and what else did I realize? I fell up some stairs at some point (leading to a ankle swollen). And while I'm no longer in my 'early twenties', I can still party like it's 1999. (That's still hip to say, right?)

Fashion Quote of the Day

"It's important not to take yourself too seriously; we are not finding cures for cancer. But even so, it is an applied art and important for people to feel good. It's something we all do, every day, after breakfast, we have to get dressed."

- Mary-Adair Macaire, CEO Pringle of Scotland

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A Revelation

I'm definitely spoiled.

The familiar feeling of entitlement I felt when I was a kid crept up and smacked me in the head a couple of times these past few weeks.

When I was young, it was all about toys, ice cream, and video games. Now, it's all about brunches, happy hours, and parties. In the past few weeks, I've been to a dinner and a show, a 'ladies brunch', and a birthday party so fabulous that I still have bruises.

And when they're over, and I'm at home nursing a hangover, that spoiled little kid inside perks up and complains... "It's just not fair! I want to have more fun! Why do I have to go home?!"

I let that little brat have his say, then remind him of the type of fun he has at home. That usually shuts him up.

Mid-Vacation Thoughts

I love the beach. I love the sun. I love the skimpy swimsuits. I love the cute tan lines right above a hottie's booty.

I don't care for biking uphill, bugs, redneck tan lines, or the fake shit people project.

All in all, I'm having an amazing time in P-town. Now, if we can turn down some of the drama.

It's been a crazy couple of weeks. I'm glad at least there were some sunny days to enjoy.

Hopefully good weather will following me to P-town for my second annual "Trip to the Tip!" Unfortunately, it's not what it sounds like. Or is it?

My Tribute to the King of Pop

I really admired Michael Jackson. He inspired me to dance, which gave me a physical, creative outlet. So much so that I even participated in some dancing extracurricular activities in high school (dear god, please let no one have any evidence of that).

He was so prominent in my years growing up, here are some vivid memories that flashed through my mind when I heard of his passing...

• watching Moonwalker when I was 10, over and over, imitating the moves in my tiny Chinatown studio apartment
• singing Man in the Mirror in my cousins' living room, where part of one wall was all mirrors
• debating how great Scream will be before it premiered in high school biology lab
• trying to learn the choreography to Remember the Time, but not having a partner to do the 'couple moves'

Ah... good times. And not surprisingly, none of these memories are recent; cause even though I think his passing is tragic, the real Michael that I admired and aspired to be had long gone.

Sha'mon!