All posts tagged Being Silly
Pretty fly (for an iced guy)
This past weekend, I visited my boyfriend, Chris, in Washington D.C. to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, I decided I should fly 1,000-ish miles from St. Louis with a homemade birthday cake for him. (Obviously.) This may seem like a bit of a hassle, but it surprisingly was not. Was it hilariously awesome? Affirmative. People ate it up. Not literally… but some wanted to.
Let me break my cake traveling process down for you: First, I had a man help me with my luggage for the “safety” of the cake. Then, when I was checking my bags, a group of Southwest employees ganged up on me saying they’d have to confiscate it. (And might I add that they kept disturbingly straight faces at first. Definitely threw my NOYOULIESTOPTRICKIN radar off.)
While waiting in the security check line, a man inquired about the future owner of the cake and demanded repeatedly that he [Chris] better downright appreciate it. (It’s cool, stranger man. You couldn’t have known that I have the sweetest guy alive.) Then the security guard announced to all with a chuckle that both laptops and special cakes should be placed in their own trays. And while the cake was moving through the X-ray machine, I heard her say, “I’m going to need to taste test this one.”
As I was boarding the plane, a fellow traveler stopped abruptly, cackled and proceeded to ask me 7.524 million questions about the cake. Once I made it on the plane, the flight attendant clapped and announced I’d brought cake for everyone while I walked down the aisle. And throughout all this, countless small children eyed the flying cake up and down with lust.
And all this took place before 7 a.m. Whew! Now I know how to make friends at the airport.
You are always on my mind, Thai food. Always.
Oh yeah. So iced. So fly.
Why does this cake exist? Because Chris does a wicked impersonation of Kermit. Yes, this is one of the reasons I’m dating him. (Really? Yes.)
Ain’t Trickin
I’ve been listening to a lot of Anya Marina lately, and one of my favorite songs of hers is “Whatever You Like,” a cover of a popular rap song. It’s oddly pleasing to hear a mousy voice sing lines such as, “Stacks on deck, patron on ice. We can pop bottles all night.” And, “Everybody knows you ain’t trickin if you got it.” I’m loving the contrast of sweet and baller shot caller and thought it’d be fun to do a quick lunch-time-fun-time design of it. Hehe.
Comfort
My boyfriend is sick. And lives in DC. And I wish I could help him feel better. Blah.
Mercy, mercy
This past Tuesday, I went with a few friends to see Matt Nathanson perform at the Pageant. One of the best concert I’ve been to. For shiz. This has a little to do with the fact that Matt Nathanson is a crowd-pleasing, booty-shaking, talented hot tottie. Yep… partially because of this. But it’s moreso because my friends and I were right up front by the stage.
Usually I get to concerts casually late and stand toward the back or balcony areas. I’m a chill observer– happy to be there, but not fully jumping-in-the-party engaged. (Or whatever.) And I think, “I’m glad we’re not crowded in the front,” or, “It’s nice that we came late and can leave a little early to beat the crowd.”
But I learned during this concert that getting there before anyone’s playing and being bumped around by crazy weirdo fans and not being able to leave at any point for the bathroom or a drink and staying the whole time is completely fantastic. All of these little inconveniences weren’t inconveniences at all in the moment. I was too enthralled to be bothered, and being up front brought me to a higher level of energy. I was upclose and personal with the artist, and I could feel his passion. In a way, I felt honored to witness his gift so closely.
So, I guess what I’m saying is that I’ve officially converted from a mature fan to an excitable, screaming groupie-esque fan. And strangely, I’m cool with this…
Where’s Waldo? Find my face… go!
Reppin’ Florence + The Machine
Word.
Didn’t come up with the glasses + shirt concept— wish I had! Completely love it. Idea comes from J Fletcher Design.
