Dazed and Confused

My flight was booked for 6:50 a.m. Friday morning.  I had to work until 3:30 a.m. Thursday so I assumed I would simply stay awake until I made it to the airport and on the plane.  My plan failed.  

I don't know exactly where my plan was faultee, but it seems it was somewhere between the multiple shots of jager and the trip to the strip club at 4 a.m.  I pulled up in front of my house at 5:15 and realized I had about thirty minutes before I needed to leave for the airport.  I walked in, threw the last bit of necessities into my suitcase, placed it by the front door, sat down on the couch, then turned on the t.v.  

I still swear that I didn't fall asleep, I think I just feel into a trance and before I knew it the clock had struck 6:30.  Fuck! I couldn't believe it, there was no way I was going to make my flight.  I looked up the next flight online--it was at ten.  This time I was going to be early.  

I left for the airport at 8:30, went through security, and sat patiently outside of the gate keeping my fingers crossed that I would make stand by.  

I did not.

I finally made the fifth flight out of Savannah at 4:45 and spent a total of nine hours at the Savannah Airport's only bar, looking like an alcoholic, drinking away my sorrows, my hangover, and my Friday. 

Home is Where the Heart is

I am exhausted with school and work, and really just Savannah.  So, I decided I needed a break and will be flying home to Colorado Friday morning.  I can't wait! Look at the beautiful view, can't find that in GA.  Below is a list of everything I plan on doing when I make it there:

Yum, yum...I want more sparkles!

He is wearing those amazing sparkly red Calvin Klein boxer briefs, I promise that's all I noticed ; )

Eye Candy

My therapist (yea, I know that makes me sound crazy, but everyone has one, right? Well, I'm going to continue to convince myself of that, and besides, Spencer's(blah) sister told Heidi that everyone in LA has one, so yea, I believe it... thanks - The Hills reference.) told me that I am distracted by the "sparkling" things in life. I'm not sure of exactly what he meant, but I will agree I love sparkles, and sequence, and rhinestones, and glitter, and crystals, and diamonds, and lip gloss, and bronzers, and... But, it is a fact that I like sparkly things. I like jewelry, and glassware and lamplight—all sparkly. I love to apply beads to costuming to give it extra . . . sparkle. I'm not sure if this is a bad thing, all things sparkly are gorgeously fun so I have chosen to dedicate this blog to those things. I hope you enjoy!

Higher Than High

I am flying high. This past Saturday I was invited to attend dinner at Elizabeth's on 37th with the senior editors of T (New York Times own style magazine!). Did I mention that I went to dinner with the SENIOR EDITORS?!! Not just one, but both. Sandra Ballentine sat directly across from me and Armand Limnander sat in the chair directly to my right (our feet and knees did touch occastionally). We indulged in a multi-course meal of champagne, wine, oysters, red snapper, cheesecake and chocolate.

The food was rich, but the conversation was richer. I was surprised by how easy going and open they were. I was hestitant with the idea of a classic New Yorker editor and all I could picture was me sitting in silence as the "Devil Wears Prada" rants and bashes everyone and everything around us. I couldn't have been more wrong. They were two of the coolest people I have meet in the fashion industry. We laughed about men wearing dippers as they ran in the early morning in NY, gossiped about the dirt hidden in the cracks of my prestigious college, all while sipping (o.k., gulping) sparkling wine.

Even better, we went to Club One after! What more could you ask for... a Saturday night filled with the excitement of dinner with industry people, comped wine by the bottle, desserts with more calories then I cared to consider, and...a drag show! My night was made.

Rock stars, Celebs, Rehab -- Old News

Recently I met a new guy. Not a guy that I'm crushing on, or a guy that I even recognized...but apparently he is "worth" knowing. We will call him Ty, and his status--he dated Lindsay Lohan while in rehab together.


What a reputation, and for that, he is a local celebrity.

I didn't meet him because of his reputation, I met him because I just thought he was a cool guy, which he is. As strange as it may sound, I feel bad for him. He has a great, crazy life as a guitar player in a successful LA/Atlanta band, has an amazing fiance, and is just loving life right now. However, I feel bad because in the few weeks we have become friends, whenever and where ever someone recognizes him, they always ask the same question... so, did you really fuck Lindsay. I'm not him, or his fiance, just a friend, but it gets under my skin and I can only imagine how old and annoying it is for him to constantly hear.

I wonder, where did the "hello, nice to meet you change to did you bang her?"

Apartment Search

So I have been slightly slacking on keeping up with my blog this week due to many things: facebook stalking, homework, working, shopping, but the most frustrating and time consuming activity has been apartment searching.  The thing about living in an old city such as Savannah is that you really don't know what is going to be hiding behind the old walls of the southern mansions.   

More than once this week I have eagerly opened the big doors of possible future residencies only to be disappointed by foul smells, dingy walls, and dark hallways.  Every place I go has something wrong with it.  It's not like I'm that picky.  I want an apartment that is clean, has good light, at least two bathrooms, and good closet space.  I could care less about a yard or a large kitchen (I am known to almost never enter that room).  So why has this adventure become such a dilemma?  

One thing that I have come to understand is that people back when ever Savannah was established didn't have as many shoes and clothes as we do now.  But, I know that somewhere out there, back then, there was a certain southern belle that did splurge on excess gowns, slippers, and accessories.  If someone could point me to where she resided I will forever owe you.  (Oh, and I ask for all of this at a reasonable price, thanks. ; )

Shoes!

One of my favorite things to do when it's raining (like it has been for the past three days) is shop! This clip makes me smile, laugh, and want to go shopping!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCF3ywukQYA