Photo Shoot Friday: When worlds collide—sorority chicks and downtown peeps

Despite what I said about my sorority experience in this post, on Tuesday night I went to a Tri-Delta alum happy hour to get my drink on meet new people, and I'm so glad I did. I met a lot of fun girls (Hi Becky, Laura and Marcie!), and have already made plans to get together with them again soon. Sorry I don't have any pics. I'm sure the guys would love to see cute sorority girls on the blog, but I had just met them for the first time and didn't want to shove my camera in their faces and scare them off. I have to at least wait until the second meeting!

The happy hour took place at the Blue Owl in the East Village, but I managed to go to the WRONG bar at first. I saw a blue owl painted on the side of a bar, so I went there assuming it was it. Ok, so there were like six people inside, three of which were dudes. You'd think that would have tipped me off that I was in the wrong place, but I sat down and ordered a drink! My vodka-water was only $2.50—I can't tell you how happy that made me. I got to talking to the girl next to me and together we figured out we were in the wrong place! After I slurped down my drink, we moseyed over to the Blue Owl which was next door. It had a cool lounge-y vibe, but the drink prices were crazy—$9 for a beer! I'll go back to 12th Street Ale House (where I was originally) any day of the week—it was chill and cheap, a perfect combo. 

Jenn met me at my sorority happy hour for a drink, which was kidna funny because she is not a sorority type girl. She mixed and mingled with several girls, and we joked that she could be an honorary member! Then we headed downtown (hence the graffiti) for a Dolce Vita party. 

Needless to say the crowd was a lot different—everyone was hip and artsy, and I didn't really feel like I fit in. I rarely do at fashion parties, but I always try to just forget about the fact that I'm wearing boots with a broken heel or the same outfit for the second night in a row, and just be happy I'm there. 

Cowboy sandals—too cute! Giddyup!

Buckles and a wedge heel make a perfect shoe—this was one of my faves.

Sandals! Oh how I wish I didn't have to wait four months to wear them!

I had no idea Dolce Vita designed clothes, too. I loved the style and bold print of this dress.

I thought this girl's shirt/blanket, whatever it is, was really cool. 

I saw this liquor bottle randomly slide out from somewhere—I guess someone was having a good time!

Liza hadn't eaten dinner, so we stopped in a pizza place so she could grab a slice. I was desperate to use the bathroom before our 30-minute journey home even though it was a bit sketchy. But look, I used the opportunity to slap an FnF sticker on the mirror!

Ohh and I forgot to mention the FREE goodies that we got. And by we I mean Liza, but obviously I borrow everything of hers anyway. I took a pic of her going to work the next day because she looked so cute in her new Dolce Vita top. You can't see it here, but it has a cool zipper pocket in the front—I just loved it. She also got hooked up with a killer pair of studded black caged heels. I tried them on and they look absolutely perfect on my feet ;)

So tell me: Are you more of a sorority/fraternity person or a downtown, hipster person? I think I'm more the former—with an edge. And what is everyone up to this weekend? For the most part I'm taking it easy, but on Saturday I'm going apartment scouting in Brooklyn! 

Photo Shoot Sunday: Too much vodka, not enough boyz

Hey guys, so finally I have our Friday night recap! The other week I entered to win a FREE happy hour at Turtle Bay in Midtown, and I won! My friends got half off on drinks and appetizers—don't say I never hook you up, girls :) The bar is a bit of a combination of fratastic and guido (I heard Ronnie from Jersey Shore was there on Wednesday!), but I'm never selective when FREE drinks are involved. 

Me and Liza!

My drink of choice was vodka-waters with lemon and lime. It's an acquired taste, but the low calorie count is so worth it. And ok, I'm pretty sure my outfit is totally guy-repellent. My bf doesn't love boyfriend jeans, and paired with a plaid flannel, it's even less feminine. I liked it though, and I guess that's all that matters. What do you think guys—would you approach a girl in this getup? 

Here's the crew! I realized about two hours in that none of us had talked to even one boy. The problem is, we always have so much fun with each other, we don't really go scouting for men unless it just kinda happens. I know, I know, I always talk a big game about helping my friends meet guys and I never deliver. It's hard!

I forgot why Mary Allen gave me a thumbs down sign. Maybe she wanted me to get out of her face—everyone eventually got really annoyed with my constant picture taking!

Of course I came prepared with FnF stickers—everyone wore one on their sleeve. We even got the DJ to make an announcement about the blog! I don't think anyone was really listening, but it was still cool! 

I have no idea why, but I told the bartenders it was my birthday so they'd let me back there to take a pic with them! And actually, they were quite attentive—I'd go back!

We had so much fun dancing—it's been a while since I've really busted out my moves. Tiff had the best gangster face of the group!

We were finally approached by guys towards the end of the night. That part is a bit fuzzy, but at least I have this pic as proof. Well, it's only one guy, but I know there were more!

Jenn, work it mama!

Jenn's little sis, Stacy, rocked an FnF sticker on her face Nelly style. That's a good look for you, girrrl.

Question: How old is too old to thug it out in pics?

Everyone our group is in this pic, so I'm a bit confused (and worried) about who I let walk all the way upstairs to take it. Hrm...

So yeah, that was our night. Even though there weren't many boys on the scene, we had fun just dancing and acting silly. 

The weekend went by so fast—I'm sad it's over! My jobless situation is always in my thoughts, but it weighs even heavier on my mind when Sunday night rolls around. Just feel lucky if you are going to work tomorrow. Seriously. So, how was your weekend and has anyone found a "cure" for the Sunday night blues?! Blah!

I feel like I've been hit by a bus

I must be getting old because now at 7:13pm, my hangover is still lingering, and I feel like absolute shit. Last night I went to dinner with my boyfriend and a few friends, and then we went out for a few drinks (literally) afterwards. Hence my confusion as to why I have a headache that just won't quit!

We started at an English restaurant called Clerkenwell on the Lower East Side. I got the Waldorf salad, which was yummy, but I couldn't finish the chicken. Hello, can I get some lettuce with my salad?!

Fish 'n' chips!

Next we headed to Hi-Fi in the East Village for my friend Kathleen's birthday party. We're friends from my last job, the job, and I was a little worried I'd have a few awkward run-ins, but it ended up being all good!

We played Big Buck Hunter and I totallly sucked. I wish I was the cool girl who was awesome at guy games—pool, darts, etc.—but um, I'm not. At all.

Eve is that girl, and Ashley wasn't bad either. I had issues with the pump and shoot rhythm with the gun. Does anyone else suck at this game or am I the only one? 

Eve was the victor, and left the guys with bruised egos. Way to go, girl!

So girls: Are you good at bar games? And guys: Is it a turn-on if a girl kicks your ass at a game of pool? And tell me friends, how was your weekend? Who's watching the Golden Globes right now? I am, I am!