what say you?

Don't you love how no matter which of Shakespearian plays you choose to read someone says, "what say you"? I find it rather endearing...I think I'm going to borrow it from Willy for a while.

So what say you to this...

I have begun giving some thought to my high school reunion, despite the fact that it's 5 years away. I plan on going. I know most people choose to sit theirs out, but I feel mine will be worth attending (I just hope people show up). I'm looking forward to hearing everyone's stories about what they've done, where they attended college, how many children they have, their jobs etc. In high school I was rather bitchy and didn't care too much about other people unless it meant my trumping on their happiness and seeing them wallow in disappointment because I was right and they were wrong. I've changed....a little. Regardless of the circumstances I'm going to wow the pants off of those kids with this story.

I will waltz into some dingy hotel ballroom, clad in a Zac Posen frock and a pair of Loboutin's. I will have a date no doubt, but he won't be a boyfriend. Rather, my date will be some fantasical being who does cool things like design websites, indulge in chi chi chocolates and tell me that the term "maven" is not gender specific. After collecting my name tag and a glass of champagne--it won't be Veuve Clicquot, Dom or Perrier-Jouet, so I won't be pleased, but will sip anyway--I will make my rounds. Then in all of my splendor I will begin to tell the story of how I went to Madonna's tour (Vegas, Memorial Day Weekend, 2006). She saw me because I had floor seats and invited me (and Ralph) to come on the stage with her and dance. We gleefully accepted her invitation but where soon taken away by a skinny (but hot) circuit queen wearing purple hotpants, dancing boots and wrist cuffs. "Circie" as I called him took us backstage and outfitted us both in purple leotards, flesh colored footless tights and glittered round-toe pumps then pushed us back onto the stage. We sang all the classics--Vogue, Like a Prayer, Frozen, Secret, Like a Virgin, Burn'in up. Madonna then announced that we were her biggest and most sexy fans. We would be touring with her for the remainder of her career and we operate with a caliber like no other. After that, we made the front page of all the celebrity ragazines and we've been reaping the benefits ever since.

Now, What say you?

life's little soundtrack

I've been treating "le blog" like a cyclops mormon stepchild from one of the dakotas. Very, not cool. Well, a post-desert drama session and a new job will make a gal do crazy things!

In latest and greatest news I've landed a new job, which means no more office bitch. I will be working for Avalon Publishing as their marketing assistant. This is such a "Jeffersons" moment I feel and I'm loving it. In other news, I'm wearing skinny jeans today and I feel fabo in them. I had a fear of skinny jeans, but they don't look as frightening on me as I had anticipated. I would like to incorporate more "skinny pants" into my wardrobe. I heart them.

And finally, I am no longer the last person in San Francisco sans iPod. I had some apprehension about the iPod. I felt like it possesed a great power that could tune me out to the other sounds of the city. However, I've found that it makes me more aware. To hear a sound over the trance beats spilling from "le pod" is quite impressive. I now feel like I can give my days soundtracks--something I've always longed for....

As a little girl, I had a thing for playing out my future in my head (I still do--although people like Ray Wonder call this my fantasy world in which perpetually dwell). I would sit in the passenger seat of my mother's car and daydream, but every daydream was accompanied by music. Whatever song tickeled my fancy, managed to make it's way into my thoughts. Now that I have "le pod," my longing for muscial accompaniment has come true. "Le pod" helps me to assess my day in the morning, tune out the halucinating barefoot woman on the 71L, write to music and (sadly) block out any maddness that has made it's way into my life (that particular day). I love it's name, "le pod"...so French.