Showing posts with label holiday party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday party. Show all posts

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Photo Shoot Saturday!!!

Hey hey, how's everyone's weekend been so far? Yes, it's quite late to just now be posting, but it's better than not at all right? I'll admit it—I made sleep a priority before the blog today, which is a rarity, but I suppose I'm only human, right?

Anywho, I need to start catching you up on what I've been up to these last couple days. Thursday night we went to a holiday party for one of my new favorite jewelry lines, Dannijo. Here's what went down.

The party was held at the designer's apartment. I saw this ridiculously cool bookcase as soon as I walked in—love it.

The apartment is also the Dannijo office, which is why this was on the wall. Neat, right? I hope I get to work out of an apartment half as cool as this one some day!

This was one of my favorite necklaces. Fierce. I love pieces that are so unique, that they totally make an outfit. 

Look at these pretty cuffs! Love love LOVE! 

The color theme of the party was black, red and white. I think I was the only person that didn't wear these colors, Oops. Look how cute these mini cupcakes are. I practiced a little self-control for once and didn't try them—surprised?
 
We got there early, which was perfect for me because I always take a million pictures everywhere I go—yes, even of furniture. I had total apartment envy—everything was just so damn cool...and perfect

I fell in love with this painting. I can't wait for the day that I can afford to start collecting artwork. Umm yeah, not sure when that will be!

Four glasses of wine later, we left the party to go to 675 Bar in the Meatpacking District. It was freezing outside, so we were happy to get a cab quickly. 30 seconds later, we got a flat tire—naturally—and our asses were back outside, trying to hunt down another cab. Not. fun.

I had never been to 675 Bar before, so I was excited to try it out. This was the entrance door—a lot of cool bars and clubs in NYC look like a total hole in the wall.

As we approached the graffiti door, I thought we might have to give the door guy a secret password or handshake or something—luckily, we didn't!

Here's Liza with Foster's friend, Ryan. We really wanted to show him a fun time in NYC, and I think we succeeded! 

Jenga anyone? The cool thing about this bar, is that there was something for everyone. You could play pool or board games, or tear up the dance floor. 

In this pic, Foster and Jenn are with my cousins, Katie and Chris. I love hanging with my fam!!!

I think this dude was taking a little nap. Why not, right? 

We had a lot of fun at the bar, but left to go to another down the street because it turned into a "sausage fest" as Foster said. The guy to girl ratio certainly wasn't idea for the boys. I went through a phase (that um, lasted like three years) where I always flipped the "bird" to the camera. I finally quit that habit, but started it up again that night! Yeah, not too attractive. 

I've gotta get ready to babysit tonight, but I'll put up a couple posts from the Jingle Ball event tomorrow. I had a ton of celeb-sightings!!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Party farting is not cool, dude

My boyfriend suggested I "chill out" with the farting posts, but what would be the fun in that? So, this past Saturday I was enjoying myself with good friends and good (read: cheap) wine at a holiday party when a dude decided to let one rip. I don't know what homeboy had for din dins, but that shit was stank. I tried to ignore the stench as it drifted up my nostrils, but to no avail. I whispered to Tiffany, "Umm, do you smell that?" She nodded her head yes, and carried on talking, but honestly I could hardly concentrate on anything she was saying. A couple minutes later I get another a whiff. Tiff and I just stared at each other in shock. Two farts in five minutes--seriously, guy? Is this your sick way of spreading holiday cheer?

It was so unavoidable that the dude's friend called him out in front of everyone. I almost started to type that I felt sorry for him, but really, I didn't. It was so gross! I mean, Manhattan apartments are pretty small, so when someone cuts one, there is no escaping it.

Farting happens, I get it. But c'mon--if you're at a party and one sneaks out--go to the bathroom! Capiche? Does anyone else have any good party farting stories? Do share!