Aaaaaand… we’re baaaaack!
Yay! It’s Wednesday afternoon (about 3:45 PM EST because that flight wiped me the eff OUT, y’all) and we’re totally back from California! (SAD FACE, but also EXCITED FACE, because there’s sooooo goshdarn much coming up on the bliggity that I can HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF. So, HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF FACE, I guess…? Oh also JET-LAGGED FACE and SOMEONE IN OUR SECTION DEFINITELY HAD BEANS RIGHT BEFORE BOARDING OUR FLIGHT FACE.)
Ok, first, here’s what we did in Laguna Beach, besides attend three days of splendiferous wedding-related activities (which ruled)…
- sat on the beach
- sat by the pool
- generally got tans (I seriously feel 1000% more attractive than usual right now. I forgot how great it feels to have some color on your face. You might note here that I’m the girl whose high school softball teammates used to tease about having clear children)
- made the most of our $25 ‘resort fee’ by playing basketball, ping pong, soccer, tennis and running ‘suicides’ after playing tennis because apparently we thrill in torturing ourselves while on luxurious vacations
- wore dressy outfits and thoroughly enjoyed it
- ate delicious food
- checked the iPhone CONSTANTLY (sorry, honey, I probably did this a little too often)
- many more interesting/fun/risky/crazy/relaxing things that I can’t recall because I have a terrible memory
So, in other news… did ya miss me? I missed you. No really, I did. Even though the purpose of the trip was to attend a pretty fantastic wedding (which officially boasts one of the longest and most intense horas of which we’ve ever been a part) in one of the prettiest areas of CA, I actually did miss doing what I do every day. Fortunately, I had the good sense to leave things in the very capable hands of a few of my favorite colleagues, so I was able to get my drink on without worrying in the least bit that things might go haywire here on the homestead. Aka, I drank heavily. Aka, I averaged two girlie drinks a night, or, as a NYC bartender once told me, “Bailey’s and milk, eh? You’re the second person in the world I’ve ever made this for; the first was my mother.” So, clearly, I’m a baller. Please note, “drinking heavily” for me is equal to approx. two small glasses of a slightly alcoholic cocktail that appeals to me because it’s like chocolate milk. Tolerance is the only thing I took with me from my college days.
Anyway, here’s just one example of the MANY, MANY things that made me cringe/sigh/go crazy while we were on our mini vacay:
(via Twitter) “@papergarland: who wants to come over and watch the bachelorette with me? i don’t think i can go this alone. @theknottybride is going to lose it tomorrow.”
Oh. Mygod. Youguys. I tried to stay up to date on your tweets and I think I caught most if not all of them, and when those Bachelorette tweets started rollin’ in, I WAS DYING. Here’s the thing: when you’re traveling, you don’t factor in any reality-show-watching-in-the-hotel-room time. That’s of course on purpose, because you don’t spend half your rent – per night – on a hotel room to actually use the room… if that at all makes sense. Anywho, when the honey and I read these tweets we were like, “should we scrap everything and watch this right now?” HAHAHAHA just kidding that is sooo not how it happened. Here’s what actually transpired –
ME: (internal dialogue) oh EFF. EFFFF. I kinda feel like I need to watch The Bachelorette tonight instead of watch the sunset (also a reality show, but it takes place in actual reality), because according to these reader tweets, I’m REALLY going to want to blow my lid over what is apparently transpiring tonight. I shouldn’t though, I really shouldn’t. I’m being crazy. I’m in Laguna. But I want to stay and watch so I can have a shitfit on the blog. EFF.”
MY HONEY: “Oh wow… well you’ll catch it on Hulu.”
He was right. Except it’s pretty hard to “catch it” when it’s 17 hours long, not counting the “outtakes” Hulu shares in addition to the program, which is a two-parter. So it’s more like “wade through it, patiently, enduring outtakes that don’t deserve the term ‘outtakes’ since I associate ‘outtakes’ with ‘funny’ and these were ‘unbearable’ and ‘wastes of precious time’ that I ‘wish I hadn’t bothered to watch in addition to the program,’ a program which I ‘haven’t even finished yet.’”
So, I’ll wrap up Part Dos and dish on it tomorrow. I’m kind of pumped for this one. (I cannot. believe. they roasted her.)
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH…
Ok, you guys, I truly used to hate the ‘fashions’ Carrie Underwood would show up wearing to important public events because I thought she was always totally uncharacteristically going for trashy ho instead of down home country girl with a body to match. Well, something changed in the past few years, and while I can’t pinpoint what it is (stylist), I CAN tell you that I COVET nearly every bit of thread that has the honor to grace her adorable – and recently, pregnant – little frame.
There are a few recent standouts that I’d like to share with you, mainly because I kind of covet them myself, and also because they’re a bit bridal, though certainly not in a traditional sense. I wonder…
Would you consider wearing one of Carrie’s looks on YOUR Big Day?
1. Mandalay’s Illusion-Top Floral Dress, which Carrie Underwood wore to the Simon Fuller’s Walk of Fame Induction Ceremony (same ceremony Victoria Beckham rocked that frown, as impersonated by Bambino)
2. Blush strapless Randi Rahm floral frock, which she wore at the CMA Awards.
3. The nude creamy Hervé Léger by Max Azria gown she wore to an event at the Points of Light Institute in D.C. This Hervé Léger is, like most, extreeeeeeemely figure-hugging, but somehow comes across as conservative and just the slightest bit sexy.
GORGEOUSNESS ABOUNDS THEREIN, AMIRITE????
So, pray tell, what are your thoughts? Are you digging the nude/blush look for Spring/Summer frocks, and do you have a favorite? Or maybe you HATE THEM. Feel free to share.
I happen to think they’re a great way to get your sexy on without being all whorish about it. ← kind of IDEAL? Methinks.
By the way, did you miss me? Giggle.
xoxo! – Alison
Images: WireImage / Getty Images / Claire Pettibone dress by Mi Belle Photography