If You Look Over My Shoulder…

Hello Lovelies,

This week, if you were to peer over my shoulder, this is what you’d find me reading:

#1 The Beauty Department’s New Nail How To

#2 J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories

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#3 The Menu at Gobble Cakes!

#4 This Tip at Smart Pretty and Awkward

#5 This Elbow Patch DIY from A Beautiful Mess

#6 Pretty much anything on Thought Catalog

 & as an Added bonus: You’ll find me listening to this as I pound through my work week:

xoxo,
-E

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Not Yet Legal

Hello Ladies and Gents,

Not Yet Legal was the theme of the party my friend hosted this weekend. It was celebrating her 20th birthday and christening her apartment as her first party of the year. All went mostly well. A couple girlfriends went over that afternoon while she was out and party-proofed and decorated, streamers and balloons galore. Early that night we pregamed and then the dj came and things really got started.

However, as fun a night as that was, it’s not the topic of my post today. In fact it’s underage drinking, specifically freshman drinking. Most know coozies and cups become the barrier between underage drinkers and the law. What’s in the cup? “Who knows?” We all sing in unison. However, when people start falling, (on the ground, asleep, face first on the toilet, into walls) concerns arise.

Friday night too many girls were falling over vomit machines preaching, “But I’m a heavy-weight!”
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So here I am my dears, asking all those underage freshman drinkers to lend me their ear. Trust me I’ve been there, although with all due credit to me, I’ve always held myself together until we’ve left the party. Not your fault, but  always try your best not to gather the attention of the hostess, or her inner circle. (It’s just wise, you risk not being invited back by upperclassmen, and having worried eyes follow you all night. Can you blame them though? They want to make sure you’re okay and no one wants to be responsible for inviting the freshman who died. )

Okay, here’s my advice.

#1 Stop excitedly exclaiming you’re a heavy-weight and can keep up with the boys. Not only am I doubting you, I’m flagging you to watch for the rest of the night as a possible mess waiting to happen. Plus being a heavy weight means more expensive. Lose, lose, lose. Learn your limit, we’ll all be more impressed.

#2 Keep it to one drink per hour. One Shot is equal to one beer. Measure your mixed drinks. You’ll get there slow and steady instead of “Oh I don’t feel a thing!! Still sober as a whip girl! …. Have you seen my panties?”

#3 If you know you’re drinking later, eat filling well-rounded meals during the day, and don’t forget to drink a healthy amount of non-alcoholic beverages during the day too, an extra water wouldn’t kill you. Nothing’s worse than being sick on an empty stomach, and chances are, if you have an empty stomach, you will get sick. Even snack while you drink if you can.

#4 Bring flats. Sure those three-inch heels are cute. You’ll probably get compliments all night. But a pair of flats or sandals stowed away under the bathroom sink can be the difference between a twisted ankle and scabbed up knees and a safe and sound walk home. Everyone doesn’t have to know it, but you’ll be smarter for it.

#5 For those of you that don’t drink, good for you. That’s healthy and legal, you’re an all around good citizen! But if you’re going to a party where there is going to be a lot of drinking, be ready to be asked a lot, “Want a drink? Why aren’t you drinking? Where’s your drink?” It’s annoying and after the third time it’s going to get old. My advice? Bring a non-alcoholic beverage in a tumbler and sip on that throughout the night. You’ll avoid the nagging, avoid dry mouth and have something to do with your hands if you meet someone new.

That’s all for now folks. Drink responsibly, please and thank you!

xoxo,
-E

Memories in the Making

Hello Lovelies,

Tailgates, traditions, sisterhood, block-parties, the first day of classes, service projects and a frat party as the cherry on top, this week is bound to be good.  Not to mention I got my first pair of cowgirl boots today! Y’all I’m pumped. Stay tuned, because there are bound to be some stories out of this one. <3

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If My Day was a Movie…

This would be my soundtrack:

Morning:

To start things out, I’ve got T. Swift’s romantic measure Jump then Fall on repeat quite a bit lately when I’m crawling out of bed. Men of the city, take note!

As I apply my Revlon #10 Naturally Revealed lipstick and my Clinique double lash mascara, seductive songstress Lana Del Ray’s Blue Jeans sets the tone. I tell you, she can make anyone feel like a vixen ( of course not an SBC vixen, gross! But the traditional vixen with the pouty lip as seen in vintage magazines. )

On the commute to work I really like to relax with Agnes Obel’s hypnotic Riverside. She has such an alluring voice!

Once at work, we usually have some sort of motivating staff meeting to get everyone pumped for the day.  Nikki Minaj’s Starships is usually getting me through this. Geeze Louise can she make an anthem! I am just now getting Super Bass out of my head.

At lunch M. Ward’s honest serenade Primitve Girl is stuck in my head.

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Evening

As I board the evening train home listening to  Never Gunna Get Out of This Bed by Maroon 5 is like being in a trance after such a long day.

While fixing dinner, I am floating around the kitchen to John Mayer’s bittersweet croon Who Says . I know he’s a dog when he speaks, but his voice is still sexy as hell. Okay?

During after dinner skype sessions with my best girls L & A, it wouldn’t be a bad guess that you’d find us lipsyncing to Carly Rae Jepson’s pop phenomon Call Me Maybe at least three times.

A couple hours blogging, I’m typing it out to Adele’s Rolling in the deep. Thanks to A, I’ve even got an interpretive dance. Yeah there’s an image for ya. No matches involved.

 If it’s the weekend, and I’m going out, then Estelle’s American Boy is still my themesong. If this isn’t the the perfect confidence boosting background music for your reallife catwalk, dunno what is.

Slipping out of my flats and tugging off my earrings,  Regina Spektor and her sweet keys in Eet help me unwind before bed.

Alright, quick confession. I’m one of those weirdos that listens to music in the shower. Okay, I’ve admitted it, I’ve heard that’s the first step. Goyte’s Somebody that I used to know and Johnny Cash’s Walk the linehelp me work up a lather.

Then it’s lights and speakers out! So there ya go, this is my current playlist. Subject to change in the next few weeks. Not the best movie, but I’d buy the soundtrack…obviously. Hope you enjoy!

xoxo,
-E