happy weekend.

a girl can dream.

Now that Restaurant Week is over (for me at least!) and I am at my fattest and brokest, what's better than a little online browsing? Fall is by far my favorite fashion season and this year is looking like a great one.

Here are a couple of lust-worthy things that I've put in my shopping bag, fully knowing that I'll never be able to push that "checkout" button.

Christian Louboutin Lady Gres Platforms: $865.00

Derek Lam Asymmetrical Holster Coat: $2,890.00

Dior Tweed Kimono Dress: $3,240.00

Nanette Lepore Tantalizing Trousers: $215.00

Zac Posen Iris Blouse: $900

Ralph Lauren Black Label Casey Metallic Silk Ascot Blouse: $698.00

Le sigh.

i'm a believer!

Ok, shit. Ignore my last post.

I just got a free online palm reading, this is what it said:

First let's take a look at your Life Line. You have the best kind of Life Line, long and clearly marked. This shows that you will possess good health, vitality and a very nice life expectancy. The wide swooping motion of your Life Line indicates strength, enthusiasm and an improved love life. The little lines you see extending downward from your Life Line are indicators of your tendency to waste your energy.

Now let's see what your Head Line had to say. Your Head Line is deep, long and straight, stretching across the palm. This indicates a logical and direct way of thinking. The straighter the line, the more realistic the thinking, and the deeper the line, the better the memory. Having your Head Line and Heart Line separated shows a love for adventure and an enthusiasm for life.

The last line we'll look at is your Heart Line. A slight disregard to the true meaning of love and its responsibilities are indicated by a Heart Line like yours that starts between the middle and index finger. You tend to easily give your heart away. Your chained Heart Line is an indication that your life is sometimes bothered by emotional tensions.

You have a spade-shaped hand. This is the hand of an inventor. You are probably very good with all things mechanical. Often those who've forged new paths in science and engineering have a spade-shaped hand. Women who have this type of hand enjoy do-it-yourself projects (decorating and sewing). It also gives these women a manual dexterity greater than most men have.


I can't believe a free online reading was more accurate than the $10 I paid to some crackpot in Georgetown. Figures. Now, on to find my "shoe line"...

mystikal.

I don't believe in astrology.

There- I said it!

I think it's a bunch of crap and a way to allow people to justify their actions. They can easily read in to these open-ended "predictions" and make what they want out of them. If a horoscope is off, they can blame it on the moons and planets being misaligned and when the horoscope is accurate they can say that astrology is a real science that can actually predict a person's day/romantic life/soulmate/whatever.

My distaste for it might have something to do with my general skepticism for a higher power/fate/destiny/and other dreamy, romantic notions. Do I believe in soulmates? No, not really. Fate? I think some things happen for a reason, but are they pre-ordained from the beginning of time? I think not.

In my old age I'm learning that I'm not quite the romantic I once thought I was. I'm pragmatic and rational: a scientist. I believe in evolution and adaptation and (in the everyday sense) learning from your mistakes and having your decisions reflect that. I pushed the cursor on the Ouija board when I was a kid and never believed all of those "Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board" games. Sure, I dream about things and wish that what I want will fall into my lap, but I don't usually expect it to happen. If you want success, you've got to work for it. If you want a different life, you're going to have to change it yourself: no one's going to do it for you. I suppose that's the Irish in me.

Apparently, all of this "deep thought" goes out of my head when I have a couple of drinks in me, hence I went to a palm reader on Friday with Bex in Georgetown. Yowza. You can read my review of the woman here. My conclusion was that astrology (or at least the kind of astrology that is practiced on a Friday night in Georgetown) is complete and utter bullshit. I even bet $500 that this woman was full of crap, and $500 is a lot of money. So, did I believe anything that this woman told me? No, of course not. But for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it. I don't remember a ton of what she said, beyond the fact that I'd be engaged within the year. C'mon. We all know this is not going to happen. But... what if? The problem is, I don't want to be engaged within the year. I like being single and want no part in marriage at this point in my life. Plus, if I got engaged right now, my sister would kill me! My parents are going to need a little time (like many, many years) to go through with another wedding.

I know it's weird that I just dedicated an entire post to the crackpot idea of astrology, but I guess I've just been thinking a lot lately about fate and God and what I believed. I've never been a big proponent of organized religion but I feel like it's time to make some decisions.

All I know is that now that I've mentioned astrology and religion in the same post I am most definitely going to Hell. But, hey, my horoscope is pretty accurate today:

You don't have to worry about following through on any of your awesome ideas today -- other people ought to pick up any slack you leave. If you spend all day thinking and gabbing, you'll be in heaven.

a plea.

I want all of you: my family, friends, and loyal readership, to do me a huge favor.

Never, ever, allow me to become this:

daily randoms.

1) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARGO!!!!

2) Why on earth does it cost more to fix a camera than buy a new one? I mean really, that's ridiculous.... but hey, at least I got a brand spankin' new camera out of the ridiculocity.

3) I recently met a woman who solved Rubik's cubes for "fun." We were sitting on the metro and a guy was playing with one next to her. She asked him if she could see it for a second, and then proceeded to tell us that one of her good friends is in Guinness for solving one in record time. She starts to solve it, and finished it.... IN 2 METRO STOPS. By Foggy Bottom it was done. I've never seen anything like it. People were crowding around her and everyone cheered when she did it. Some other guy brought another cube to her but she was only able to get 3 sides of it before we got to our station. It was pretty incredible. This story brings up some questions:
1) How does one get "good" at solving a Rubik's cube, to the point that it's not "if" but "how quickly"?
2) Why on earth were there two people on the metro with Rubik's cubes?? I don't think I've seen one since 1997 and there were two on one metro car. Bizarro.
3) How can I learn to solve one? I mean, really. Best party trick. Ever.

4) Things are going really well at the store, it's just slow. Be sure to come by and visit me! I don't care if you don't buy anything... we just want some warm bodies in there.

5) I've become officially obsessed with bar trivia. I did it in Atlanta a fair amount and some Yelpers and I have started a weekly group up here. It's pretty fun, but definitely a shot to the ego. I'm determined to win something tonight, though! Come join us at the Tombs!

6) Next week is Restaurant Week. That means that next week I am going to be fat, broke, and gloriously happy. Yay.

cuteness.

I have been DYING for a pair of saddle shoes for about the past year. After the amaaazing Ferragamo's that I found didn't work out, I was heartbroken.

But have no fear, I have renewed my quest! I need your help to choose, though!

Option 1: These are Payless, only $15, but presumably really cheaply made

Option 2: They're greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!

Option 3: The classic Willett's. (about $65)

Option 4: I know, I know, they don't serve the same purpose in the slightest. But aren't they hot?

Ok, so vote!

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