Gold Leafed

Soon I will be enjoying one of my favorite restaurants. It will be delightful, I have no doubt. I have decided to go with a gold theme. I am gold leafed. Gold leaved?

In this one you might notice a slight wind through my hair. I don't have air conditioner. If I'm home, the fan's on ... and now I know just what it can do. Ha.

Me and My New Makeup are Going Out Tonight

This Cover Girl stuff was supposed to result in a smoky eyed look. But it just turned me into a goofus and I have no doubt that the minute I scratch my eyes it'll all come off anyways. Nonetheless we're going to have dinner, and it's going to be great.

Painted Whore for the Roxxy

So, if things go according to plan, I may be headed out to see La Roux this evening...at the weirdest, most un-like me of venues. I have put on make up and am showing a bit of cleavage, but I am pretty certain I will not be blending in with the scantily clad teenagers and early twentysomethings. I hope that I will, at the very least, not be confused for anyone's mother.

Dancing Like a Painted Whore, Brought to you by Medusa Lounge

Last Saturday A. suggested we go dancing at Medusa Lounge, they were having an attempted 'dressed up' night in the space. So I borrowed one of A.'s shirts and had a vision for whorrific makeup and went with it.
It was a silver sequined shirt. A silver belt may also have been involved. The make up was green around the eyes, and red red around the mouth. The expression was crazy.
Same hair and makeup, with another dose of the crazy eyes. That right eyeball is up to something.
I did dance. The music was not pop popular, and hardly recognized any of it and didn't really love, love it, but danceable...as far as my dancing abilites go.

My First Rita's of the Season

The fine weather we had been having over the weekend abruptly dissipated into crappy rain on K.'s final day in Philadelphia. Lame. Our plan had been to walk to Center city, get $10 manicures and then go to the Rita's Water Ice near Rittenhouse Square and sit in the park whilst enjoying our frozen booty and fresh nails. The rain put a damper on this (heh) but did not entirely squelch either aspect of the plan. Instead of going to a salon in Center City, we went to one closer to my apartment and equally cheap: Fairmount Nail Salon. I will write a little bit more on the nail experience when I put up the stupendous photographs of our nails in tandem.
Instead of walking to the Rittenhouse Square Rita's, we walked to the considerably harder to find and decidedly less pretty Suburban Station location. This did not, however, impact the goods. K. got a combination of flavors that involved chocolate. I had the a helping of black cherry with a helping of lemonade. You can see my fingernails. They are purple.
I've never walked around the Suburban Station underground maze of shops and food stations. It's not really appealing and it's darned confusing. Though it does lead one to feel a mite triumphant when they actually get to where they were trying to go. And that's something.

Hair and a Hair Color

After a lot of talk about it, I finally asked C. to give me a little bit of a hair cut. I considered bangs, shaggy always in my eyes bangs, but decided that it was probably not a good idea in practice...only in theory. So, instead, just an all around trim. Casper seemed to like the paper towels more than the hair cut but, well, he's a dog.
And I'm an idiot.
I was waiting on a job prospect in Bloomington until yesterday. Yesterday it became known that I was not hired. So I'm going to move forward with the poll results. With a pit stop in Tennessee. This sudden decision making, action taking step made me feel it was necessary to spruce up my hair color (it's been two + months). CVS is a dangerous place to go when you feel like sprucing. I got my hair color, a new lipstick and a new (blue!) eyeliner. I am the painted whore of the twenty first century.
Moon face. Why does that ring some sort of bell in my head?

Beer, Battleship and Bourbon c/o Dram Shop Bar

After dinner we caught a cab to Park Slop, specifically to a bar called Dram Shop Bar. There we met up with J. and W. and two others I'd never met before and whose names (I regret to say) I cannot abbreviate. S. (that link makes no sense nor is it related to S. in any way but it is, I believe, funny), M. and I went to high school together, so did W. (the dude with the beard). These abbreviations begin to seem silly when talking about a lot of people in one post but it's a thing I do so I can't stop. But I've been reading C. and J.'s respective blogs for long enough that I almost feel like maybe we went to summer camp or something together. The context in which I know them is through other people and text.
Dram Shop was nice because there was beer (I had an amber of some kind) and there were games. I love games. If I could just play games (Scrabble, Catan, Rummy, Hearts, Wii Tennis etc) all the time I just might be happy. Above is the winning team of battle ship. I think I stopped paying attention by the time our side won but I still wanted to collect on some of the photographic triumph and glory. The sizes of the booths were good for a medium get together of folks, though one couldn't really communicate more than two people deep. This may have been more because of the general noise level than the booth sizes. That may just be a truth for bars on Friday night. It did have table service however, which is kind of handy some times.

When I get drunk I like to have lots of photographs taken with me and other people. Especially when I get to look like I'm just a head.
You can't see it but I'm made up like a painted whore.

C and I shaking, I believe, because it was the first time we actually met....regardless of this incident.
High School Buddies Reunited for one one night. It was good to see all the faces, new and old.
Here's what a stranger had to say about the bar.

A Three Parter

So, in the tradition of posts past, a question: Painted whore or crazy person...oh, wait this just in...a new category has been added...okay, so, a question: painted whore, crazy person or person going to a wine tasting and trying to seem like a grown up.