Ally: After a very long week, I’m quite pleased to see that Friday has arrived. Also arriving in my face beginning at approximately 4:30pm will be half a box of wine. S’up.
My most favourite thing this week would have to be My Twitter Friends. My mind hasn’t been operating at full capacity lately. Which made items such as these appear to be desirable.
Seen on the Foreign Affair Facebook page, I was immediately tempted to run downtown and purchase these Current/Elliott Haystack floral skinny jeans. The $285 gave me slight pause (weird, right?) so I did an informal survey by means of emailing L-A, my husband and sending out a Tweet on The Twitter.
L-A responded like so…
El Jeffe noted the following:
Who in their right mind would spend that kind of money on Ooogley pants like that?” Why don’t you get retail therapy by going somewhere to get a nice pair of pants that aren’t so, er, crack ho?
You like them in that ‘wow they’re cool’ kind of way. Not in the ‘wow they’d be great to wear to a barbeque and not have people think I’m so different, they don’t get it, and you look kind of sleazy’ kind of way.
And our Twitter friends basically revolted. My favourite response came from Guest Blogger Mel:
Ok, so no-go on the floral skinnies, even though I do still really love looking at them. I just think these might be best worn before you hit the big 3-0. Thanks Twitter peeps.
However, I do think I will head to Foreign Affair to purchase a rock n’ roll sweatshirt glorifying a band I totally don’t really care for. Judge me all you want. If they weren’t singing “I Want it That Way” in the 90’s, they likely didn’t vacation for a stint on my iShuffle.
My favourite non-crappy pop video of the week comes courtesy of our friend Martin. He’s been a major contributor lately (he introduced us to Cape Breton Ke$ha last week). As L-A says, if he’s not careful he’s going to become an Unpaid Intern.
Full disclosure; I don’t even watch Mad Men. Gasp! I know, and I work in marketing. I really like the idea of Mad Men, but I like the reality of sleep even more. There’s just not enough time in the day to watch all the TV I’d like. Californication has been taking priority these days.
I missed out on the Crappy Pop Video of the Week last week. Although L-A did a spectacular job. I’ve been wanting to share this Katy Perry goodness for the past five days. It’s so awful that there aren’t words…only interpretive dances that I perform in my home office (I should really start dialing up Ben on Skype for those…)
L-A: I, on the other hand, totally watch Mad Men. I even dressed up to go to a Mad Men themed party on Sunday. After going to a 90s party. Double theme party! It was pretty spot on, minus the pink streak in my hair. We made the bartender work when we ordered sidecars and gimlets.
Okay, things I enjoyed this week!
1. Hatin’ on Don Draper
I don’t get it. Sure he can sell you on a Kodak carousel and makes you want to day drink Canadian Club like its in your job description.
But honestly? I think he’s a giant day-drinking-d-bag. He’s not nice to anyone, particularly the ladies, even more particularly the ladies he’s married to. And I’m not a giant John Hamm fan. He’s tolerable I suppose, but not handsome enough to tempt me (before you hate on me: THAT IS TOTALLY A JANE AUSTEN QUOTE).
But seriously though. He is handsome. Just not my kind of handsome. And he plays a lot of lousy characters, so he doesn’t even have fictional selves to make me like his real self. And before you hate on me again, I reply with only this:
I’m a Don Draper hater and that’s okay. You keep on lovin’ him. That’s cool too. He’s got enough love, he doesn’t need mine.
Besides, I want more storylines with Peggy, Joan and Pete.
2. I do thank Mad Men for this.
I love when I find songs I forgot I knew. Forget Zou Bisou Bisou, Dusty Springfield is where it’s at.
3. Have I mentioned how much I love having Ally working at the desk next to mine?
And not just because she has adorable finger paintings up on her desk. No. It’s because I have conversations like this with her:
“Forget Peeta, he’s the kind of guy who’d light candles.”
“And spread out rose petals.”
“Gale would be the dirty sex and not call you.”
(actual conversation we actually had at work).
If we had a book club, I’m pretty sure that’s what it’d sound like. Except with wine.
4. Hunger Games. Except, not Peeta.
See above conversation with Ally. I’m reading the third book and I’m convinced Peeta is useless. If you’re gonna swoon in the dystopian post-apocalyptic future world, swoon for the guy who can hunt and take care of himself. Call me a literary Darwinist if you must, but shit son. If she’s got to save your ass every single time something goes down, you’re doing her a favour by throwing yourself in front of the kid wielding a sword. Because let’s face it, you’re skills in PR, baking and painting are no good to anyone, nor is constantly telling someone you love them. (Despite all of what I’ve just said, I really dig the books).
I actually don’t really like champagne, but it occurred to me today that next week is the blog’s champagne birthday. It’s one of the few times you can give a three year old champagne and not have Children’s Services show up at your door. Not sure what the birthday party plans will be, but they will happen.
6. Let’s wrap it up with your hipster jam of the week.
Which, I’m pretty sure isn’t even hipster, except that’s what Ally would call it.
Honestly, I don’t even know what a hipster is anymore or what their music is. I’m just going to use the word how I feel like using it and you’re free to correct me.