spring style--boat shoes, camo, and stripes, oh my!

I've said it before and I'll say it again.  Happy Freaking Spring!  After the horrible winter this year, I'm welcoming the nicer weather.

This weekend is beautiful here in Boston and yesterday I felt inspired to make the most out of the nice day.  I made plans to meet up with a girlfriend for lunch and beers outside at my favorite spot, Parish Cafe.  I also decided that yesterday was the day to break in my new Sperry Top-Sider boat shoes that I finally bit the bullet on.  You can't live in New England and not own boat shoes!  Never mind the fact that I'm not a boater...YET.  If you build it, they will come, right?  Get thee some boat shoes, become a boater. I see no flaw in this logic.  In fact I could probably write this purchase off on my taxes next year as self-entrepreneurial business development.

I also wore my three favorite things because they made me happy--ripped jeggings, stripes, and camouflage. I threw a leopard print scarf in my bag for good measure because nothing says pattern mixing like every pattern you've ever owned vomiting on your body.  I didn't need to use it, which is probably good because that would have been overkill but I wouldn't have cared because I was so damn happy about the weather!

For real though, to me it was the perfect outfit. Pieces that made me happy put on in layers. Ripped jeans, a light weight cotton shirt, and a jacket.  My feet get cold easily and although I saw plenty of people in sandals, my piggers would have froze and my Sperrys were the perfect shoe for a Spring day.

If I didn't just blog about this I might have been tempted to wear this again today...but I won't because that's just weird. 


Beer Party Preparations

Several weeks ago I was inspired an awesomely hilarious night at Kate's house to throw a beer tasting party.  That and my friends always tell me they don't like beer (which I cannot understand) and I have set a goal to prove each and every one of them wrong.
So today I'm having a beer tasting party for a bunch of my friends, and several people I barely know...the more the merrier, right?!  

I usually host small get togethers but after mentioning the idea to three different groups of friends, they all wanted in. At first I thought about hosting three smaller get togethers--one for blog friends, one for volleyball team friends, and one for law school friends.  Then I remembered that I'm lazy and want my friends to all meet each other, so I'm mixing groups.  Cue panic attack!  To top it off, a few friends of friends are attending.  Cue bigger panic attack and feverish attempts to clean the house!

It's not that I don't love all of my friends and think they'll all get along famously, but there's a certain anxiety that you have by putting together people who knew you in school for years, people you met over the internet, and people you sweat with...and even more anxiety when you realize that all of these people will be judging you on your candied bacon making abilities.

Since only small groups of people know each other I had to figure out a way to invite people.  Emails get annoying, I'm crazy about Facebook lockdown, and mass texts are the bane of my existence (unless they're pics of my niece and nephew--keep those coming!).  I thought Evite was long past its prime, but it fit the bill for such an occasion.

I created an adorable invitation, complete with a little rhyme.  Yes, I'm that cool.

Join me on a holy day for a wannabe Pinterest-worthy beer tasting par-tay! I'll fill your tummies with fun things to eat, you provide an alcoholic treat! Just bring a brew that you want to try--lager; stout; IPA; amber; pilsner; lambic; hefeweizen; porter, oh my! 

I think I'm ready for the party.  There is cheese, bacon, beer, tasting glasses, a burlap table runner, and dog beds disguised as floor pillows because I don't have enough seating in my apartment.  My only hope is that people drink enough and don't realize there's a bike in the corner of my apartment and a spacebag of clothes behind the door.

Cheers to the weekend!


Confessions--Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy!

In case you haven't noticed, there is a significant lack of man-talk on this blog.  I don't like to write about my personal life and to be honest, there's usually not much to write about.  However, today I decided to make my confessions dating related because sometimes I wonder if people think I'm running off to join a convent.

- I'm on Tinder. (Kate and Kerry made me join). 
- I find this embarrassing.
- I'm one of the lucky women who finds dating hilarious and fun.
- I used to write a dating blog. I stopped right before I went out with a magician purely for a story.
- I expect a man to pay for a first date.  It's a complete double standard but I'm not perfect.
- I'm a horrible person for the two previous statements.
- I'm a genius for the previous statement.
- I follow local celebrities on Twitter.  Yes, Hottie McNewsanchor I'm talking about you.
- I'm too superstitious to write about a man on my blog if they're currently in my life. 
- I find older men sexy.  Mark Harmon, mmmm.
- I have now ruined my chances that Mark Harmon's marriage will end and we will ride horses on the beach happily into the sunset because I just blogged about him.

Today I'm linking up with Kathy from Vodka and Soda for #humpdayconfessions


One Year Stronger

A year ago today marks the horrors of the Boston Marathon Bombings.  The day that Boston, the country, and runners around the world came together in the wake of two bombings on Boylston Street.  Today was a sad and somber day in Boston but also a day of strength and remembrance and coming together.  It was a day to remember those who lost their lives or are scarred, both inside and out.  Today we paid tribute to the fallen, the survivors, and the helpers.  We prayed for continued strength, and today, we are stronger than ever.


Sip Happens

Watch what happens when you stop being polite and start drinking wine...

A few weeks ago I attended Kate's (Another Clean Slate) Sip Happens party!  While I had been battling eboda, or you know, the flu, during the week and felt like death warmed over, there was nothing that was going to keep me from missing her party...aside from being contagious, which I no longer was.  

So I showered for the first time in days, put on something that felt like pajamas but resembled real clothes (knit jeggings for the win) and picked up a bottle with a fun label and name for the party. Thanks, Gnarly Head Wines!  I met up with Kate, Jodi and Allena and got to meet Kerry for the first time!

Kate's apartment was adorably decorated for the party with appetizers on sticks and a charcuterie platter that I bulldozed through.  Naturally I forgot to take any pictures of said adorableness but here's at least a lineup of the wines we brought.

After eating my weight in cheese and crackers and this awesome chicken orzo dish that Kate made (she subbed chicken for the shrimp in the recipe) I perked up a bit.  I even managed to swap my can of seltzer for half a glass of wine.  Then we got silly.  There was some Tindering on the phone then a series of selfies trying to get Kate to put on a seductive face followed by a solid 30 minutes of belly busting laughter and snorts--I laugh like a pig and I'm damn proud of it.

Sip Happens was a great party, even though I didn't really drink any wine.  I got to share in fun and laugher with great friends and make new ones.  Best of all, we came up with the awesome idea to do this again, with different kinds of alcohol.  So, this Friday I'm hosting a beer tasting party at my house, with these ladies, and other friends.  Thanks for a great party, Kate!


I'm Not a Marathon Runner

Woohoo, it's Spring! Which can only mean one thing in Boston--people are running!  Marathon aside, this city has more freaking runners than I've ever seen.  However, considering it's two weeks before the Boston Marathon, there are even more runners, or people being inspired to run, all over the city.  Present company included.  Yesterday, I got my butt off the couch and decided to lace up my dusty sneakers and put one foot in front of the other.

It also hit a balmy 50 degrees so I broke out the one t-shirt that Lululemon makes that doesn't show off any boob and headed out to pound the pavement.  However, since 50 degrees isn't t-shirt weather and I'm as stubborn as a mule who didn't want to go back inside and change, I was freezing...but took a selfie anyway to prove that I went running, damnit!

Look at me, so happy and freezing...rocking a camo hat like a badass in my snooty neighborhood!  But I ran, see?  Proof!

This resulted in my first run of the season feeling like death.  Cold, slow, feeling like I was going to pass out yet being lapped by everyone else out there tapering for the marathon.  I felt my lungs start to burn halfway through my 1 mile run.  With every step my legs scorned me, "fat ass...screw you...stop eating...gonna die...so tired...please walk...no really...just walk".  I tasted blood from my hemorrhaging lungs and ran the fastest 12 minute mile I've ever run.  

It's probably a good thing I'm not dramatic because then you wouldn't believe that I spent the next hour coughing like I'm some anti-vaxing douche with pertussis.  Strangely enough these were the same symptoms that plagued me when I sprinted 5 blocks two weeks ago and has led me to believe that Dr. Google is always right and that I either have exercised-induced asthma, cancer, or a fat ass.

So...happy Spring!  Happy running season! Happy almost Marathon weekend! If you're looking for me, I'll be in the yoga studio stretching the shin splints I undoubtedly gave myself.


How to Sound Like a Sports Fan (when you have no idea what you're talking about)

This weekend Wisconsin, my alma mater, played in the Final Four.  Woohoo! I spent 4 years in Wisconsin during my undergrad and am a self proclaimed Badger fan.  I bleed Badger red (because it greatly differs from the blood colored red that everyone else bleeds) and know all of the songs, but there's one thing I don't know...anything about the sports teams.

Sad, right?

During my time at Wisconsin I went to almost every home football game, approximately zero hockey and basketball games, and one public cow milking that probably can't even be considered a sport.  Although I consider myself a fan, I'm really just more of a trash talker and have no idea what I'm saying.  It's embarrassing to realize that your team is in the Final Four and you have absolutely no idea how to not sound like an idiot when someone asks, "How 'bout them Badgers?"

Being a strong proponent of the "fake it till you make it" doctrine, I've compiled some appropriate responses so you look like a real fan instead of someone like me.

I plan on using a combination of the following sayings when the game is undoubtedly discussed tomorrow.

It started off as a great game and we were kicking ass!

They put up a good offense/defense/picket fence

That turnover had me going

We had it there for a while

I was so excited until the end...

But we gave it a good fight!

Have I convinced you yet?