dragqueens, the future, and board game prostitution.

i suppose i will start this post by saying that this has been an epically awesome weekend... for quite a few reasons.

first off, i successfully managed to drag the husband off to a "dungeons and dragqueens" party, hosted by one of his fellow classmates. what is a "dungeons and dragqueens" party one might ask? well, when it comes right down to it... it's really just a drag show with a clever title. and, who are we kidding... i love me some queens. i'm still amazed i was able to convince hubs to go. i'm still amazed how good gay men are for the ego.

example:
in reference to leaving the bar and walking under the GIANT icicle tbat was precarioiusly dangling over the entrance way...

me: if i leave, with my luck, that icicle is going to kill me.
dashing gay man: you are far too adorable to die like that.
me: i hope death agrees.
dashing gay man: darling, with a body like yours, how could he not?

i do belive there was more to that conversation, but given the healthy dose of vodka i'd consumed, i can't quite remember it. aside from the fact that we both agreed that no one, with the exception of the queen on stage, should ever wear animal print. ever. well, unless maybe you're a prostitute.

anyways... moving on to quite possibly the absolute most exciting part of this past weekend.

husband was FINALLY offered a summer internship... at a really really great company (that is the producer of several products that i can guarentee are lurking somewhere around your home)... and it is in NEW YORK CITY. i mean, we are talking about smack dab in the middle of manhattan and all it's epic gloriousness.

yes, i do understand that this means i will be on my own all summer (with the exception of as many trips to NYC as work will allow me)... BUT... as long as the intership goes well and he doesn't royally fuck up, he can pretty much guarentee on being extended an offer for employment upon gradutation.

and what does that mean?

this girl finally has a shot in hell at getting the fuck out of the midwest and into my absolute favorite city on the planet. and that... is enough to make this quite possibly the best weekend ever. i've already picked out my apartment for fall 2011. i've done the whole suburbia thing... it is absolutly not for me... bring on a real city.

oh.. and board game prostitution. hmm. given the fact that a few members of hubby's family are apt to read this... i guess i wll sign off with... is it so wrong that i am willing to sell myself for a shot at winning when it comes to some good 'ol milton bradley family fun?

i think not. and... did i mention NEW YORK?? i am positivly in am empire state of mind... apparently w/ a side of cheese.

happy vd!

(i love you so much it makes me poo!)

i'm a sucker for aveda (and... well, everything... but, that's a whole new post)

i'm an easy sell, i'm not going to lie. if a shiny happy salesgirl comes up to me and has a new great product to offer.... odds are i'm going to buy it. this is why sephora is a very very VERY dangerous place for me. it's also dangerous because MY sephora has a delightful salesGUY that looks like russell brand. russell brand can get me to buy anythng. russell brand could get me to do anything.... and, i mean anything (err.. the REAL russell brand could, watch out katy perry. i'm prettier than you anyways). sorry husband. i would marry russell brand. but anyways... this story isn't about russell brand OR sephora... so, moving on.

aveda. i love it. i love love love love love it. the way it smells... the lovely things it does for my hair... the way the bottles look (did i also mention that i'm a sucker for great packaging as well?)...

i went into my aveda today with the intentions of buying ONLY shampoo and conditioner. that's it. nothing else. no lipgloss... no eyeshadow... just haircare. however, while on my way to the "shampure" section... i happened to wander on past the skincare section.

of course, the sales lady was on me like white on rice... and before i knew it, she had me thrown into a complete sales pitch. asking about my skincare concerns... taking me through the entire line of products... testing them out on my hand... becoming my new bff....

and then i bought the entire line.

we can add aveda to the list of stores that rape my wallet. so $97,000 later i got my shampoo... and a whole lot of other delights. oh... and i paid $10 for the "aveda club thing" (no, that's not what it's actually called).. but, all my dollars spent add up and turn into points that get me free treats! i like free treats.

and.... apparently i like pretty aveda sales girls with a good pitch almost as much as like my russell brand at sephora.

whisker city: or, boys are gross.

while the husband first started his winter break in december, to be funny, i dared him to grow a beard and not shave until he started class again in mid-january. he agreed, and my normally smooth faced honey began his transformation into a lumberjack.

surprisingly (and i say that b/c normally dispise any type of facial hair beyond a little scruff), i loved it. he loved it too... beard stayed, and will continue to stay. it's nothing long or obnoxious, he keeps it neatly trimmed, and quite frankly, it looks awesome on him (even if his mother doesn't think so- heh). so what's the problem you ask?

beard trimmings.

all. over. my. sink.

ALL. OVER.

i just finished up my little mid-week bathroom wipe down and had a near panic attack when i took full notice of what this morning's trim had left behind- little stubbles aaaallll over my vanity. and not just ON the vanity itself, i found a few little guys in my ring dish, on my aveda spa candle, on the hand towel, and even IN THE TOOTHBRUSH HOLDER. this has got to stop.

so, in my little fit of rage, i informed my dear husband that if the beard is to stay (which i want it too... b/c i really really love it) he's going to have to learn to clean up after himself. i mean, it's just common courtesy that if you make a mess (esp one involving body hair) you should be cleaning up after yourself. he tried to argue that leaving his whiskers in the sink is the same as me leaving my makeup bottles and brushes around the sink. uh, no... it's not. i also think this is why god invented double sinks.

oh, and yes... i will be getting out a NEW toothbrush.

apparently i haven't blogged in awhile....

...whoops, my bad?

i guess i just haven't had anything going on lately that i've been able to deem 'interesting' enough to blog about... and, i don't have the time to blog at work, which used to be my prime blogging time. plus, i'm really fucking lazy.

so i guess it's about time i get back in the habit.

however, tonight i have nothing more inspiring to ask than....

is it so wrong that i size people up based on the quality of their
handbags?

and on that note... i promise to make an effort to not suck in the future.