Do you play a social sport?

One thing I loved about being with Court all weekend is that she is really active just like me. Most of my NYC friends are more into shopping and binge drinking than running or sports, but hey, that's what makes the world go round, right?!

Saturday we hit the tennis courts. I haven't even held a racquet in at least ten years, despite my mom's constant encouragement to take up a "social sport." Court's a pro, so I asked for a couple pointers before we got started. Check out the vid!

Ok, so looking back at it, I don't think I was quite so stylish, but it turned out I had more skill than I had anticipated, so that was good at least. We kept a volley (is that the right term?) going pretty smoothly until I'd randomly decide to lose control and whack the ball over the fence. This happened more than a few times, but Court insisted I was "really good"....for a beginner.

Umm yeah, did I mention Court is SIX MONTHS preggo? I don't even look this good when I have a food baby. Fail.

I had a lot of fun playing tennis, even though my technique has quite a lot to be desired. I think I've found my social sport, y'all! I can totally see myself getting competitive with it too. (You wanna step to this Ramona? Invite me to play a game on the next season of The Housewives of New York and see what happens.) Now all I need is a buddy in NYC to battle me on the court. Who's down?! I'm open to free lessons too ;) Ohh, remember this workout sesh I had with Serena Williams? Call me, girl!

So tell me: Do you play a social sport like tennis or golf? Are you on a sports team? If not, has there been something you've been wanting to try? Just DO IT!

Springtime, party time, ALL the time!

Spring has SPRUNG! I went through a bit of a party drought the last month or so, but I'm ready to get back in the game—put me in coach! Warm weather makes New Yorkers ridiculously happy. Everyone's party hopping and guzzling bubbly like champs—it's the best!

Last night Fed invited me to the Blanc de Chine fashion show to check out the Fall/Winter collection. The intimate preview party was so much fun, and I loved everything I saw!

Satin pants—apparently I need a pair. Most of the models were rocking them. And how great is that long scarf? So chic!

This was my favorite look. I'd probably look like a stumpy superhero in that turquoise capelet, but that's why tall skinny model girl is wearing it and I'm...not. 

                                           

Here are the final looks of the show. Yeah, sorry if you are cocking your head to the side right now and your boss is giving you a What-the-fuck-is-she-doing glare. Just tell him (or her) that you're reading Fired 'n' Fabulous! Duh. My boyfriend has mentioned on more than one occasion that I should look into photography classes. I think I just might. 

Can you guess whose backside this is? There's only one person in the entire city of Manhattan that would wear such a shiteous getup, so it shouldn't be hard. I'll give you a hint: Her husband's name rhymes with Mimon and he sports banana hammocks on the beach. Still not sure?

Alex and Simon from The Housewives of New York! And look, they're sitting front row. Treasure the moment, guys. All kidding aside, I do really like them. They seem like nice people, which is a lot more than I can say for some of those other catty bitches. (Jill, I'm not talking about you, girlfriend!) However, they need a stylist. Like, yesterday. Get.a.STYLIST. I can hook you UP. And hello, Derek Warburton is sitting right next to you—learn how to utilize your resources, people! They're making the same fashion mistakes I made when I was like 20 years-old: Just because something is super-trendy or outrageous, does not automatically mean it is fashionable. No. Just...NO.

However, there were plenty of stylish people at the party. (I wasn't one of them. I threw on Liza's Burberry trench so I'd look semi pulled together.) Look at this cute Urban Outfitters bag. The girl carrying it said she got it a couple months ago—tear—but I'm going to check online to see if they still have it!

And look at this chick. Trench coat, leather gloves, Love.

Ok, ok, I know. I pretty much did Photo Shoot Friday one day early. Again. I'm now rethinking my blog choice for tomorrow, because let's face it, this one is pretty awesome, but it'll be fabulous all the same! Plus, it'll include another (more famous, stylish) celeb—so get ready for that! 

So what did you think of the collection? Any favorite pieces? The red sequin dress was pretty killer, too. What would YOU wear to a party like this? And who are your favorite Housewives of New Yawk?

"You need to get a hobby!"

If you're a fan of The Housewives of New York like I am, you know that's what Bethenny told Jill in a bitchy voicemail, which pretty much solidified the end of their friendship. The former BFFs are dunzo. I know I've praised Bethenny in the past (take this post for example), but I'm Team Jill on this one. Telling someone they "need to get a hobby?" Ouuuch.

Speaking of hobbies, when I went to get my taxes done at H&R Block this weekend, the girl helping me called my blog a *gasp* HOBBY. A hobby? "Well, do you make a profit from it?" No. "Then it's a hobby!" (Silent cry.) Since when did hobbies take so much WORK? Collecting stamps is a hobby. Don't get me wrong, I love the bloggy-blog. It's fun and it gives me daily structure and a sense of purpose, AND I get to interact with super-cool readers like YOU. But...but...a hobby? I'm still having a hard time embracing that term.

Tax time for freelancers can be quite a nightmare (it was for me, but I can't even go there right now), and this unintentional slap in the face did not help matters anyway. The blog is a labor of love I suppose, but you better believe I reassured tax girl that next year I'd come back with a lot more than just a HOBBY to discuss!

And actually, I realized that I don't think I have any hobbies. Working out doesn't count, does it? Tell me: What are your hobbies? Is it weird that I don't have any? I'll just tack that onto my neverending To-Do list: GET.A.HOBBY. Right.