For the kid who already has a mansion of his own...
Uh, is this really for sale on Amazon? And if so, goodness, does the $3,000 discount matter?
Is the cliche true?
Do birds of a feather flock together? Should you stay away from a guy who's friend is disgusting? And, what does that cliche even mean?
Birds are of the same type when they have the same feathers; they are of a feather. Birds flock when they join together in groups with other birds. (read more here).
My horoscope yesterday was splendid.
It was more advice than foretelling, but all the same. Isn't it the wish of each of us that the people we consider friends do well in life?
Some people think connections count more than creativity, but you know how to be creative about the folks you connect with. People whom you genuinely like end up being just the bigwigs you need to know.
Vive was approached by a creepy older man on the metro Thursday.
His third question was for her business card. She pretended not to have any, so he gave her his whole 2 page resume. He was a medical researcher. The resume was 2 pages stapled together. She was rather confused as to if this is normal in DC. I don't think it is normal anywhere...
Last night, wrapping presents at the Barnes & Noble in Georgetown for JL...
LW and I were a bit bored. After creating one of those origami fortune tellers and copying several recipes from the Bisquick cookbook (all the ingredients just tell you to toss everything together in a bowl and bake. So easy!), we got to talking in what-ifs.
Here's a good one we thought up.
Would you rather be ugly at the beginning of your life and become beautiful later (like the ugly duckling), be beautiful at the beginning of your life and become uglier later, or be average looking throughout your entire life?
Things to consider would be
1) The tormenting when you're a child if you were ugly that would shape your life.
2) The proven fact that pretty people have more advantages throughout
3) The depression that might occur from life getting worse looks-wise.
It was a good topic for debate.
Dude, does every celebrity have a perfume now?
I don't want to smell like Hillary Duff, JLo, Paris Hilton, Brittany Spears, Celine Dion, etc. But, if I were Antonio Banderas, I'd be pissed that the American public would pay $39.00 at Sephora to smell like a slutty party girl (or $42.50 to smell like a trashy, panty-less mother of two ) and only $14.99 at Walgreens to smell like me.
Thursday night, what I didn't write about?
I never wrote about our fabulous night out on Thursday. Vive met me at the Washington Design Center for their delicious holiday party at 5pm. They had brought in 8 caterers to give specialty samples... and carolers sang around us as we noshed.
We left the party around 6:45pm and went to the club room at the Meridian in Chinatown for a Taglit Birthright silent auction and cocktail party. AC was hosting, and pictures of Israel were for sale. Missdy, Eye, the Pea, Vive, JM, and I ate falafel and drank wine from the Golan Heights Winery. Southern Beau won a picture of three Israeli soldiers. I won nothing, sniffle.
We followed Missdy to the Department of Commerce's party on 16th where he roommate was having an amazing time. We arrived with time for one glass of wine before the music stopped and the food was picked up, however, the crowd was much younger than I'm used to... maybe next year this is the party I should attend.
Missdy and Eye continued on to Science Club, but a drunk Vive and I went home to bed. I spent yesterday hungover and tired. I am still recovering today!