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I enjoy simple things: solitude, cheap sheet cake, and sunlight. I also believe that white is, in fact, a color. Bring me fresh flowers and we can be friends.

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September 21, 2010

Who Dat

In just two weeks, one of my favorite people is getting MARRIED!  She's got her cool,  but her wedding is filled with things that I love and I almost think I'm more excited.  My best friends, the beach, handmade invitations, ranunculus, homemade fruit preserves, LOVE - it's just the best thing ever.  In addition to all of this, Maggie decided to host Kerry's bachelorette party in.... NEW ORLEANS. In my world, New Orleans is "the one who got away".  I have definitely been in love before, and I can say that the feeling I get walking on Magazine Street in the historic Garden District of New Orleans is my second true love (sorry New York). I can't tell you why, but it happened when I first visited 6 years ago, and it is the very reason I easily decided to leave my family and friends to attend Tulane University.  (How this city became "the one that got away" is a complete different story that I do not wish to discuss.  Let's leave it at "Katrina").

First of all, it's BEAUTIFUL.  The architecture, the music, the attitude, the colors -- it's all so quanit and yet marvelous at the same time.  Every single thing on every single house is phenomenal.  I particularly loved all of the glass doors on the southern masnions.  It's like time stands still and everything is preserved as it was way back when.  One of my favorite things is that among the quiet, green streets, strung high above the delicate street car tracks, are the beads of mardi gras past.  Anywhere else, I would find this highly trashy and extremely tacky.  In New Orleans, its gorgeous.  They glitter in the light at the tops of the trees...remnants of the debauchery that takes place once a year (or twice.. if the Saints win the superbowl). 

I can't exactly brag about New Orleans as if it is "my" city, mostly because I've probably spent a total of 6 and a half days there in my lifetime, but I can give you a glimpse into our long, lazy, drunken bachelorette party weekend there.

{The Bachelorette}


{RyRy, Amanda, and Jerry}


{Cat Nap}

{Who Dat?}

{Breakfast at Cafe de Monde}

{Iced Cafe Au Lait}


{Mimosa Hot Tub}

{Watching the street performer}

{Happened to be the Southern Decadence Festival}

{Mags and the KITTENS}

{Best Bloody Marys EVER}

{Coco learning from a Pro}

{Team Kerry}

It was awesome.  Now I need some shoes for my dress for the wedding.  I only have a week to figure out how to look cute and not tower over the bride / bridesmaids / EVERYONE.
My life is SO hard.....
September 12, 2010

Rainy Sunday

Its lazy, rainy days like today that make me miss college.  Don't get me wrong, I love living alone, but on a first-chill-of-the-season, gloomy, rainy Sunday, I wish I could climb out of my bed and into the living room in my my softest leggings and flannel and curl up on the couch with my best friends.  I think that was my favorite part of college. I mean - the night life at school was nothing compared to New York, and class was really just... class.  Campus was beautiful, but so is Central Park, and at least Central Park is only dangerous at night.  The same cannot be said for Ewing, NJ.

This dirty grey couch is where we spent about 40% of our two years at the Dollhouse:
{Ali, Caitie, and KP in Dollhouse Home Office}

Hungover, heartbroken, hungry, full, clean, dirty, sick, healthy, doing homework, crafting, sorority meetings, male strippers, this couch saw us at our highest points, as well as our lowest.

On that note, days like today are when I read the Screen Porch Story over and over again because I love it so much.  Ali wrote it for class one day, and then when we read it, we realized it was the finest piece of literature anyone had ever written.  I can't not read it and smile.  It warms me up inside like whiskey.  It most likely will not mean as much to you as it does to me, but it is our friendship put into words and I think anyone can appreciate true friendship. See for yourself:

"Ali -----

EED 400

Dr. Meixner

April 10, 2008


Sitting Indian style, first-day-of-spring sun warming my thighs, the white fan circulates winter out of the screen porch and out of my mind. I look across from me and watch Caitie, sitting cross-legged, pink toe nails waving at me, attempting to read a last minute chapter from a text book. To my left is Mina wearing neon orange shorts, a clashing yellow T-shirt and a toothy smile as she works her way through her second fried egg and lots of ketchup sandwich. The same question is racing through all of our minds- how can today, the first crispy green and blue day, be filled with studying and homework?

It is the first day, in a string of many, that I didn’t feel that nauseous twinge in my belly from waking up alone. I woke up in my living room, sofa bed pulled out, the three of us wrapped up in a melody of 5 blankets, 4 pillows, 6 arms and 6 legs with the Mean Girls DVD still playing on the television from the night before. Computers and phones formed a moat around the bed, tempting me to check my email, sign on AIM and look through my text messages. But I was quickly distracted by a tingle of warmth on my arm, which is when I noticed the stream of sunlight leaking through our living room curtains. I stepped right over the electronic moat, bridged by the laughter coming from the kitchen. “It’s gorgeous out!” Caitie exclaimed, “Breakfast on the porch!”

Now I’m sitting outside, feet dangling over the edge of my chair, my curls bouncing to the rhythm of a country song. Taylor Swift and the Wreckers, our artists of choice for the day, escape from the speakers as their twangy voices fill our heads with ideas on love. Caitie’s blue eyes glance over at me and she hides a smirk as we both notice Mina dancing along to the song. She catches our secret glance, bubbles over with giggles and the three of us break into song at the top of our lungs. Every breath, every ounce of air, escapes my body as I belt out “Tim McGraw” followed by a waterfall of laughter rushing out of our three bodies but merging into one gloriously harmonious sound. I catch my breath, my face reflecting the color of Caitie’s toe nails and look at my two best friends. Then I smile, a real all-of-your-teeth-showing, cheek-muscles-straining, eyes-twinkling, down-to-your-toes smile. Today is going to be a good day."

**you can read Ali's awesome blog here

Ali and CH, if I ever share the link to this beloved blog with you...
I love you to death
I dont even regret that night freshman year in our Mexicans and Border Patrol outfits at the Trenton hospital.
Maybe a little I do..
Thank you for being the best friends a girl could ask for.

September 9, 2010

Birthday Brunch

I am a huge fan of birthdays, as long as they're not mine.  Two weekends ago (yes, I'm a lame blogger), I hosted brunch to celebrate two of my best friends 23rd birthdays!  The celebration was even more special because Aly also just got promoted!  Best birthday present ever.

We all tried our hardest to put ourselves together on Sunday morning after two nights of birthday celebrations in a row.  It was my first time ever hosting my own event all on my own (kind of - Dianna helped prepare!), and it is what I have dreamed of doing ever since I was crashing on Aly's couch a year ago without a home of my own.  I think it went pretty well for my first (and for not having a sink or dishwasher!)

{Birthday Girls}

{Breakfaast spread: Prosecco, yogurt, granola, bran muffins, berries, bagels, lox, basil and fresh tomato fritatta}

{I didn't have a sink or dishwasher so I resorted to plastic China - oops}
{Fresh flowers and homemade chocolate covered pretzels}
{Sarah Jill}

{mini cupcakes}

{Happy Birthday - love you both!}

I particularly lucky because these are the babes I grew up with!!  I don't know many people who are still extremely close to their childhood friends. From hiding cases of beer in closets, to passing out at family parties, to cutting school, we've experienced the best parts (good and bad) of growing up together. We all went our own ways, made it through college alive, and are here today to wander down the rest of the road together!