Mar
01
2006

Secret Bachelor Tuesday: The End of the Affair

This is going to be a long one. I'd get a strong drink now, if I were you, and also perhaps some pita chips and some other sundry supplies to keep you going at your computer---like maybe a tent and a camping stove, since I'm not sure how long this is going to take. You might also need some flares. (The kind you have in your car for roadside emergencies, I mean, not the pants. You can bring the pants too, if you'd like, but be warned that we'll probably all make fun of you. Also, you should know that they're totally not flattering. Widens the hips, I think.)

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Mar
02
2006

What Not To Wear

Internet, this is an emergency. A fashion emergency, that is. My sister Susie, who lives in Singapore, is searching for a dress for her summer formal---she is 16, so this is the most important! thing! ever!---and I have volunteered to help her find one. (From 30,000 miles away, yes! Isn't that how you do your shopping?) The other day, though, she sent me an email with a few pictures of styles she thought might be cute, and I yelped. YELPED!

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Mar
04
2006

You Don't Need To Clean Your George Foreman Grill, And Other Lies My Brother Told Me

My boyfriend is either gay or a genius. Today he went out to Target OF HIS OWN ACCORD and bought a new vaccuum. It is a very stylish apple green vaccuum that could accurately be described as the poor man's Dyson. His genius lies in the fact that when he turned it on and started hoovering a corner to see how well it worked, I immediately leapt up from the sofa, where I was reading a very important magazine, and followed him around, rubbing my hands together and pleading, "Ooh, ooh, let me have a go! Oh, go on, let me try it! Is it good?

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Mar
07
2006

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Vinegary

Damn, you CANNOT find a strudel in this town. Trust me, I looked all day yesterday---in four different supermarkets, no less!---and I couldn't find a strudel anywhere. Then someone told me about a German bakery, but by then it was too late and I'd already bought half a dozen apple Danishes (Danishi? Dani?) and cut them into slices to make a faux strudel, which---with much aplomb---I christened Fudel. I may also have added an umlaut. Everything is better with an umlaut.

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Mar
13
2006

Awesome Things That Happened This Weekend, In List Form To Soothe The Savage Demons Of OCD

1) A while ago, I wrote this brief guide to Charleston for theCitizen, a cutting-edge youth culture travel site for which I fear I may not be hip enough, and which carries the following disclaimer: "If your idea of fun is eating a 12-course meal on a cruise ship, theCitizen is not for you. If you lost your wallet last summer in a complicated scam run by some junkie from Berlin, theCitizen might be for you.

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Mar
14
2006

The Great American (and Canadian and English and Singaporean) Dress Search: Mission Complete!

So although my sister is still dateless for The Most Important Social Event of the High School Season---although it's not until June, so maybe a handsome young transfer student will swoop in at the last minute, or wait, am I confusing her life with Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield's?---she has at least found a dress! Thank you all so much for your lovely links and suggestions, and thank you also for my credit card bill following that post because, what?

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Mar
16
2006

At Least The Camel Didn't Start Singing That Awful Black-Eyed Peas Song About The Humps, The Humps, The Lovely Lady Lumps

Last night I stayed up late, drinking red wine in Lovely Neighbor Stacy's kitchen with Lovely Neighbor Stacy and Thespian Libby, who is only five years younger than my mother, but can drink me under the table. This morning I came into work at 9:47am and didn't apologize to anyone. I just said "hangover," by way of explanation and then ate four pieces of bread in quick succession.

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Mar
21
2006

Live & Unplugged

My dad taught me to drive, and to do Sudoku puzzles, and how to shade the iris of an eye in a life drawing to make it look real. He taught me to pack a suitcase properly, and how to ski better, and when I was 13 or 14, he taught me how to play the guitar. The first thing he showed me was a series of three very easy chords; the kind of thing everyone learns to play in the beginning.

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Mar
31
2006

Obviously, I'm Going To Have To Start Saying "Sweet Cracker Sandwich!" More Often

As you may or may not remember, my friend Jemima is getting married in June. She is the first of my friends to walk down the aisle, and she is also providing me with my Inaugural Bridesmaid's Experience (henceforth referred to as IBE, not to be confused with IBS.) Luckily, the dresses she has chosen for the bridal party are floor-length, simple, a beautiful champagne color, and made from shantung silk.

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