have you ever had the treat of receiving a love letter? not a note passed in class, but a real letter. with a stamp. i once dated a boy who had a real talent for writing true love letters. although i like to think i was the genuine inspiration. and i say boy only because we were 19-20 years old.
after recent chats with girlfriends about movies and stories where men love the woman in their lives so intensely, my girlies decided that this was just something that happened in dreams and on the big screen. and i disagreed. that boy i mentioned earlier... he is that type of man, the one that will love the woman in his life more than that said life itself. so i recently felt the urge to torture myself and go through an old box of letters. although i knew exactly which letters i was searching for, each one (and i have dozens) was like i was reading it for the first time.
i wont name names, just in case he was to stumble across this silly blog but in case he does, i will say that he is a beautiful writer. i hope every girl receives letters like the ones i have received from him, read so many times, and saved for times like this.
Friday, December 25, 2009
letters.
palace.
while in london, i took a stroll down to buckingham palace. hmm. pretty boring. the next day i went to harrod's. holy mother. between you and me, i'd rather live at harrod's. specifically in the shoe salon. wow. the old queenie doesn't know what she's missing.
i did happen to end up behind a pack of frenchies at harrod's. holy sheet. seriously, all i could smell 360 degrees around me was ciggies and b.o. ugh. i hope all of france does not smell like this.
candycakes.
on 12.15.09 i stopped by a lil place in kingly court off of carnaby street in soho - london. holy crap. please start importing these to the us. please! super moist cake base with marzipan-like frosting. ahh! i need the recipe!
not sure if they ship to the states but check them out: www.candycakes.com
delicious.
london.
welcome to london.
i just returned from my trip to london and i think this has got to be the hipster capital of the world. although i have yet to visit germany. i hear they have their own fair share of "stylish" nutbags over there.
but move over bucktown and wicker park too. get on out villages, both east and west. this is it. let every freak have his day. or should i say "her" day. it seems that all the men here look amazingly handsome (until they smile). dapper, if you will. the women, however, look atrocious.
i have never seen so many mohawks or lip piercings. i saw a guy with a mohawk that started in the back on the left and then ended in the front on the right. and it was dyed red. every other girl has the marilyn lip piercing. thank god i'm indian or i would have totally stuck out as a foreigner in london.
more to follow.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
scarf.
after a busy day at work i decided to unwind at the mall. unwind. on dec 9. at the mall. what?
so, i'm at american apparel and i'm trying to weed through all of the pornoriffic posters they have in order to get to the inifinty scarf. and there it is. on the wall, staring down at me. challenging me. and so i accept this challenge. i purchased one super sheer circle scarf in see thru athletic grey for $37. (of course it's see thru... it's effing sheer. super sheer.) but why did i purchase a scarf, you ask. you live in florida, you insist. well, the reason is that i am hopping across the pond this friday to a magical land known as great britain. and i plan on having a smashing good time. i don't want to be cold so i definitely need a bloody fantastic scarf to keep me warm. and so we have the super sheer circle scarf in see thru athletic grey. brilliant.
but $37? ahh... money well spent if you ask me. this scarf is advertised as being multi-functional. according to american apparel it can be a basic scarf, a doubled scarf, a doubled scarf with hood, a figure 8 top, a one-shoulder dress, a layered belted mini (belt not included), a hooded shawl, a capelet, a layered swinging mini, a head wrap (for erykah badu), a layered knee-length skirt, a scarf with hood, and a shawl. for many of these options, you probably need some kind of a degree in scarfology. i, however, am not a licensed scarfologist and did manage to get stuck in the scarf a few times.
please understand that this scarf, when opened, is bigger than a giant snuggie. in fact, it could BE a snuggie. a snarfy, if you will. without fail, i know this could also be a superman cape, a bed sheet, a giant carry all for catching skittles from the sky when some creepy pixie demands that you taste the rainbow, a burka perhaps, a papouse even. wtf is a papouse? apparently it's one of those hippie baby carrying body wraps.
whatever you use it as, one thing is for sure... you will never get tired of it. i have thoroughly entertained myself with this scarf for the past 2 hours and i have yet to leave my house with it on.
need one? get it: http://store.americanapparel.net/rsa0503burn.html
if i get the chance, i'll upload a picture of me trying to figure this thing out.
until then... pip pip. cheerio.
Monday, December 7, 2009
champagne.
i went on a bit of a road trip this weekend. all the way down to south beach. as proof, i am including photographic evidence of me and brittany.
we began our night at the delano. always a favorite of mine. headed straight to the outside bar which proved to be a humorous scene all on its own. poor south beachers... its 70 degrees and the space heaters are out. brittany spent most of the night in a friend's big jacket.
somehow i was able to get brittany to get back into the hotel sans jacket. and believe it or not she made it without losing any fingers or toes to frost bite. *phew*
after ample mojitos at the delano we took a cab 2 blocks (it was "cold" remember?") to mynt. i don't know how i always end up at this hell hole. there are more cocktail napkins being thrown in the air than you'd expect to see at a greek restaurant if zeus and hera had come to life.
here at mynt we decided it was time to drink 900 glasses of champagne. "lucky" for us there was a table of brit twits behind us that had a 3 foot bottle of veuve at their disposal. how do you even buy a 3 foot bottle of champy? can you imagine walking into a liquor store and walking out with a bottle or 2 of these? together they are the size of a person. does that mean you can put a hat on one of them and drive in the hov lane? hmm...
anyway, i digress...
so the owner of the 3 foot bubbly insists that i have a glass. i declined about 3 times. i love champagne but i don't like veuve and quite frankly, i dont fancy you either. this is when his friend pulls me up to where they are. let's take note that i am wearing 4.5" heels. sigh. i guess i am now drinking champagne with my new "friends". of the group, mr. champagne begins to have a conversation with me. i get it that he is british and on "holiday" from london town. but i don't really care about that or anything else he is going to say...
brit: so, my name's (insert garbled nonsense)
va: what?
brit: B.U.O.Y but it's pronounced bio. you know, like biology.
va: ohhh ok, great. (umm B.U.O.Y. spells buoy you daft arse)
brit: so where are you from?
va: here.
brit: i can't believe it!
va: ok well, not RIGHT here. but florida.
brit: yeah i mean, i just can't believe it! i've never seen you in london.
va: (insert blank stare)
brit: i mean, we don't have girls that look like you back in the uk.
va: i'm sure there are lots of indian girls over there.
brit: omg you're indian? do you know my best mate! she's indian too!
va: oh, that's nice. (of course i know her, she's brown, i'm brown... how could i not)
brit: you should come for holiday some time. i'd love to take you out.
first of all, buddy, you look like seal. trust me, i am not interested. i think i saw some german model outside - you may have better luck with her. and no i don't know your brown friend. do you know how many "bloody" brown people there are in london? how in the hell would i know your friend? because we're both brown?
soon after this delightful exchange of words, bio or buoy or whatever and his entire london gang begin to light up. holy smoke stack. my eyes were itching and i was terrified that my hair was going to get set ablaze (hey, curly hair requires a lot of product)... not to mention i think i was choking.
brit: are you alright?
va: ill just be right back. (i begin to engage in an overly exaggerated hacking cough.)
thank god for faux asthma. except mine is real. well, just not this time.
ring.
so i was recently browsing the book and i came upon a message that my bestie's lil sister left for her.
"HAHA I can't believe it either. Anyway yeah, I was wearing your pants too, did you see our adviser's ring... well, old adviser. It's huge! She said it's the advantage of getting married older. haha. Anyway, I got a new phone, all on my own. so I have a new number, I'll message you and need yours."
pay special attention to "it's the advantage of getting married older."
and here i was thinking i had nothing to look forward to.
*phew*
Thursday, December 3, 2009
havaianas.
it's that time of year again. mariah carey is actually on the radio again (all i want for christmas - you know the words). gingerbread lattes are available at starbucks for 400+ calories a pop. and everyone becomes the most annoying person in the world... especially at the mall. that's right, it's holiday season. joy.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
linkedin.
can someone explain to me what type of person is connecting their twitter account to their linkedin? if i wanted my job/boss to know i had a kickass personality, i would have tried out for reality tv.
jc.
so i'm not sure if you have gotten wind of what's been going on in the twitterverse but it seems that jesus has a twitter account. look him up @iJesusChrist. clearly, the late jc is totally with the times. when i asked him, "why the i?" he responded to me saying it was time for him to get with the digital age and besides, he has an iphone and an imac, so why not iJesusChrist? can't argue with that, he's freakin' jesus. (i think he meant cyber age, but again... who am i to argue?)
over the past few days i have been following christ... well, more like stalking... and here are some of my favorite words from our savior:
For spelling too I hope. RT @iamdiddy: Tomorrows gona be a better day
@xochitleatsky You don't want to know....Michael Jackson showed me the moonwalk. Tupac isn't here. He's in a much more tropical enviroment.
Im not.Go get some lights, cheapskate RT @Zilla209: Not spending money this year on outdoor Christmas lights. Im sure Jesus is cool with it
The fact that I can use proper grammar for one. RT @zachflynn: If we are all gods children, then what's makes jesus so special?
@VCurrentAffairs what can I say? chicks dig the beard. Turning water into wine doesnt hurt either.
@XxBrookeyBabyxX you should probably work on spelling. I can't grant a prayer if I can't understand it.
Birthday countdown 25 days!
@johncmayer Hi, John...I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Jesus, nice to meet you.
@flirtyfloridian It's true. I showed Tebow how to do that after his sophomore year. He needed to loosen up a bit.
resurrection.
clearly, it's been a while. last post was sometime this past spring-ish. and now i am back by popular demand (justin and willie). so a lot has transpired over the last half of the year. here's the unofficial cliffs notes:
- went to amsterdam and didn't smoke weed
- went to belgium and didn't drink beer
- spent an endless amount of time in new york city
- saw pitbull in concert
- saw ray lamontagne in concert
- bought sweet over the knee stiletto boots
- got over my hatred for peep toe shabooties and now proudly own a pair (or 4)
- figured out how to layer
- perfected my ridiculously awesome recipe for homemade key lime pie
- embraced my twitter account (@flirtyfloridian)
- got weed blown in my face and ended up on tfln.com
- the gators are heading into the sec championship game this saturday against bama (again)
- hopping across the pond to london next week
- following up with a week in paris
- new year's eve... taylor comes to miami (crossing my fingers)
and of course in between these events there were numerous occasions during which i was asked if i am brazilian.
the answer is still no. or não if you insist on being an ass.
stay tuned people, i'm excited to update this crap.
