men in tights? of course not

Men in San Francisco are much more stylish than the women.

It's not rocket science to peg the most stylish cities around the globe. Paris, New York (I'm going next month), London, Milan, and others, I'm sure.

*I don't include L.A., because L.A. is not stylish in my opinion. While I have an affection for it the style, or lack thereof, is repulsive. The essence of being stylish hails from individualism (something this city does NOT promote. And though I do like the Angelenos have no fear of color the "style" seems very trite and insignificant in the grand scheme of fashion because it seems so...(I cannot find the word)orrather it's trying waaaay too hard and in the end looks sloppy. Enough of my tyraid.

Back on topic. San Franciso has it's own style, electic. However, many of the men who parade the city Timbuk2 bags slung across their bodies are very stylish and do a great job of conveying that via their wardrobe. I guess what I'm trying to say is, the men in this city wear clothes, and wear them well. They are selective, use great color combinations, and pick out things that fit nicely. Perhaps this is a result of so many creative-types (very attractive) running amuck throughout this 7 mile space. However, even those guys who ride bikes (oh and btw: there are some people men that are doing a bit too much or too little, I'm in the general, y'all) can pull of a nice look with nicely color denim, chic city sneakers, and hoodies w/ bright t-shirts underneath (so Hottender). The men of the financial district (whom I have a serious affection for, if young, dark haired and hot--not plump and oldy olsen) look stunning in their cheery colored button downs or yellow accents, navy suits and freshly polished shoes. I love the "guy on the bus" who dons the well pressed navy pants with brown shoes who simply reads the Times and listens to his 'pod or the guy who is a bit more causal, but really owning his look, no doubt.

Ahh but the ladies--another story, which I will not get into. I'm just going to leave you with the lovely thoughts of the "More Stylish than they know it," men of San Francisco.

*I'm attending a fashion show tomorrow (Zac Posen will be there) and I bet the boys will be in better attire. I'll report on Saturday.

yeah girl...

I strolled into work today after a very eventful weekend. A part of me is still riding the weekend wave. I had a visitor--Shena. I've spoken of her in the past, you're familiar.

I haven't had that much fun in San Francisco since...ever! As always we brought the crazy in high doses. Going to a bar in blonde wigs and false eyelashes had to be most notable event of the weekend...that is if you don't include calling Shena's ex (who we secretly believe is God), having a cuddle night with Hotender, Fag Friday's at the End Up, singing Mickey Avalon incessantly, photo shoots in the bathroom of that Ambassador, Pulp Fiction and Coronas, delirium at the sight of Saturday morning cartoons, considering a GG Bridge jump, and talking enough shit to fill the sewers of San Francisco. Below are a few photos for your enjoyment. I must say, I was really sad for her to leave. You know that I get sad when my guests leave. But this time I felt like a "liddo" piece of me was gone. I love my friend...because she's a "not a Marina gal!

poopy diaper party

Quite a few of my girlfriends have babies, but none of them have had baby showers. I'm thankful for this because I've never been a fan of le baby shower--I find that they're boring and the games always suck. The last baby shower that I had the "pleasure" of attending was clad with floral frocks, soccer mom haircuts, carrots & ranch dip, punch w/ sherbert in the center, dry costco cake, plastic baby hangers (someone gave this and this alone as a gift--a pack of 99 cent hangers), and prayers. I think it goes without saying, I was miserable. I stood out like a sore thumb in a big white skirt, gold hoop earrings, and cowboy boots.

I must say that I do respect the purpose of shower's. I love a good party and I love a preciuos little baby, but seriously someone has got to come up with a better way to celebrate a woman's big day. I was watching "Girls Next Door" yesterday and there was a baby shower for some blonde gal and her (very homo looking) guy. What do you think Hef's main girl, Holly did? She pulled out the classic babyshower game--guess what's in the diaper. I HATE THIS GAME. I think it's sick. What is exciting about pretending to smell shit? I say nothing, but that's just one black girl's opinion. Another game that I think is ridiculous, how many squares of toilet paper is mommy's tummy? I don't want to be swaddled in toilet paper, do you?

I think the ideal baby shower involves Billie Holiday tunes, canapes, cupcakes (in lieu of a sheet cake), a sit down meal, "cocktails" (non-alcoholic dranks for the pregnant lady), champs (because one glass is ok), lots of gerber daisies (in bright colors), & candles with an early evening backdrop. None of those stupid games will be played. Someone is going to be smart and use the sense God gave them to come up with some original stuff that doesn't involve poop, toilet paper, or "when I was a baby I..."

I haven't figured out what activities will be appropriate. But I do know that if I'm invited to a baby shower in the next few months and someone pulls out those newborn sized diapers filled with mushed candy bar (by the way, why does the organizer always giggle), I just might be the single, childless, city bitch who says, "I'm not into scat!"

word of the day

SLAG

WHY: i like the movement of the jaws when saying it. and it's a hot insult to call someone a slag

MEANING: 1. also called cinder. the more or less completely fused and vitrified matter separated during the reduction of a metal from its ore.

2. to form slag; become a slaglike mass

3. residue

USE IT IN A SENTENCE: gavin is hot and i hope he runs again. i'll gladly be his young girlfriend once he gets rid of that SLAG he's dating now.

how to begin a sentence

I did a little self-exploration today. I've noticed a few things about myself that are a little strange.

1. I begin more than half of my sentences with "I hate..."
2. I excessivly use the phrase "Oh My God..."
3. I'm not a people person--I get pissed easily

My goal is to tally how many times in one day I think or verbalize my hatred for someone or something. Today, I'm going to guess that I began at least (very least) 20 sentences with "I hate..." (I hate the I.E., I hate him (Byran Boy, Perez, Tom Cruise, W), I hate her I hate traffic, I hate when...the list goes on). Most of the time this expression of my hatred doesn't really capture my feelings toward that person, thing, or situation. Instead it's a convenient word and until something better comes along I figure I should use it to convey frustration and/or dislike. I don't think I really hate the things I claim to hate. I just like saying, "I hate..." Hey, I'm honoest.