Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

I consider myself pretty fashion forward. I usually try to stay on top of the latest trends; and though I can’t usually afford them, I like to be informed of the hottest fashions. Some rules are debatable, like is it now OK to wear white after labor day? (I say God, please yes) And do your shoes have to match your bag (I say no, within reason). I do, however, believe that it is now perfectly acceptable to wear black and brown together and will argue this point to my death. If this were not the case, why would Prada bags come in black/brown color combinations? I rest my case. But I think the most important thing is to know what is no longer in style so I can avoid committing any major fashion faux paux.

There is one thing, however, that I refuse to stop wearing no matter how uncool they get. And those are Ugg boots. You can call them hideous all you want, but if you’ve never put your foot in one, you need to stop talking smack and go try them on. I can pretty much guarantee you’ll stop making fun of them and start lusting after a pair of your own. My ex-bf passionately hated them and begged me to stop wearing them, but I absolutely refused (Did I mention he bought me my first pair, changed his mind and tried to give them to his sister, until his mom found out and gave them to me herself?) All last winter I wore them on my commute to work and then could not bear the thought of taking them off. People in my office would make fun of me, but it did not bother me one bit. I was far too comfortable to care what other people thought.

I went to the Ugg outlet in Wrentham the other day and got a brand new pair for this upcoming New England winter. The instant I tried my new pair on, I can honestly say that for about 5 seconds, I actually wanted the temperature to drop 50 degrees and for snow to start falling. No lie. That is how good they are. I cannot wait to stand outside my apartment and wait for the T while a blizzard is occurring all around me. I won’t even notice…at least my feet won’t.

You might argue that Ugg boots are the biggest fashion faux paux of 2007 (and 2006 and 2005, etc.), but I can assure you that I will be wearing my Uggs until I’m 80 years old. My husband may leave me because of them, my kids might disown me, but I’ll be happily trudging through the winter snows in pure bliss.




Bring it on, Winter. You ain’t got nothin’ on me.

In my opinion, our party was a pretty big success, in case you were concerned. We sadly completely forgot to take any pictures at all, which is kind of sad. And could quite possibly mean that our party never actually happened. Hmm.

I think we’ll definitely have another one in the future. It wasn’t too ridiculous to plan and though our apartment looked absolutely disgusting (melted jello dripping everywhere creates an interesting, albeit sticky, look), clean-up wasn’t really too bad at all. And now our apt. looks better than ever.

We also discovered that half our friends didn’t even know we have a deck off our apt. and that our deck ended up being the most popular party area. Saved us a lot of the potential clean-up that would have come from the half shot-gunned beers.

In other news, last night Nina’s bf discovered that looking off our deck, we can see directly into someone’s shower in the building across from us. You know when you don’t really want to look, but can’t really help it? Yeah. Sometimes I feel like I live in an episode of Friends. But it’s never a good thing when you see your neighbor in the shower and you’re still not quite sure if they’re male or female. Hm.

It’s Friday night and i feel all right The roomie and I are having our first partyy tonight! We’ve lived in our diggs for 2 years and signed up for a third, so we figured it was time we had people over for some fun. We got a little overzealous, though, and this is what our fridge looks like right now:

We basically emptied all of the food out of our fridge and replaced it with alcohol. We had a fun night full of making things like sangria, cupcakes, and jello shots. The best part was telling my mom who claimed, “I didn’t realize you could do such a thing with jello…” Duh, Mom.

I got artistic with my camera phone:

OK, need to go find something for lunch that doesn’t involve alcohol.

Pick up line of the day:

Today while I was grocery shopping at Stop&Shop for our big party, a man approaches me and asks the big question: “If you had to choose, would you choose Kraft or Stop&Shop brand cheese?”
“Umm Kraft,” I say, “But I’m just a sucker for a brand”
“Oooh brand name jeans too, I bet”
“Right,” I say, glancing down at my black capri sweatpants.
Pick-up lines about what brand of cheese I like…that’s a new one.

The man went on to talk to me and because I am polite and naturally friendly and don’t know how to walk away from people, I continued talking. He seemed smart; is working on his PhD. Relatively good looking, but he just looked kind of old to me. Not super old, but a lot older than me. Things got a bit awkward when he asked me if I watched the Sox game last night. I said I saw some of it and he asked me if I was at it. “Umm no…” He got flustered when he realized the game was in Florida. I felt kind of bad for him.

Anyway, he finally said “Nice to meet you,” and as I began to walk away, he said “Maybe I can call you sometime.”
“Umm, I’m actually kind of seeing someone,” I stuttered. NOT a lie…I’m seeing lots of people, right? I see lots of people every day. Seriously.

After the man left, the woman beside me said “Wow, talk about aggressive!”
“How old do you think he was?” I asked before I realized the woman was blind!
“I don’t know…I didn’t see his face,” she said. Right. Ughhh I suck.

So, is it ever acceptable to ask a guy how old he is when he asks you for your phone number? I know age is just a number, but I want to say this man was 33 or 34, which is a bit too old for me. Then again, not like I’m chasing off guys my own age or anything.

Also astounding is the fact that I looked horrendous when I went to the store today, so I’m not sure why he even approached me in the first place. Maybe it was my capri sweatpants. Or my unwashed hair thrown up in a nasty ponytail. Or the 20 boxes of Jello I had in my grocery cart (I know people our age aren’t supposed to have Jello shots at parties anymore, but we’re doing it. So deal with it).

Maybe if his pick-up line wasn’t so cheesy (haha literally!) I would have considered. Then again, if the man thought I looked anywhere near cute today, he probably has some issues of his own he needs to take care of.

Interesting observation of the day:

Lots of elderly people shop in Walgreens. Significantly more so than in both CVSs in Coolidge Corner. I was in all three stores all in a row today and Walgreens had a ton of elderly people walking around; they all seemed really sick too, coughing and stuff. Honestly, I’m not exaggerating when I say I couldn’t walk anywhere in the store without bumping into people in walkers and wheelchairs. Is Walgreens more appealing to the elderly than CVS?

Walgreens did, however, have ping pong balls, whereas neither CVS store did. Question: Do people purchase ping pong balls to actually play ping pong or just for beirut purposes? Walgreens had a special display for them, which I thought was odd, considering the store was filled with elderly people and elderly people are not especially known for their beirut playing abilities. So, maybe they’re buying the ping pong balls to actually play ping pong. Do people even still play ping pong these days? One of life’s mysteries I suppose…

I kinda think it’s also a mystery as to why there are two CVS stores in Coolidge Corner within like 2 seconds from each other. One is just a miniaturized version of the other. Not necessary.