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TENS in My Twenties: January 2012

I admittedly screwed the pooch when it came to keeping up with this in Q4 2011. I apologize. Since I only have 9 mos left in my twenties, I promise to be on this like Seal on a divorce attorney (too soon?).

Here is what I have enjoyed and am grateful for in January 2012.

1. The Houston Texans Make the Playoffs
This was a big deal for my family. We grew up on the Oilers, they peaced out. When Houston got a new football team, the Effenson season tickets were lined up quickly (thanks, Papa Bear). This year, the Texans made the playoffs for the first time in 10 years. After watching airfares the entire week, by Friday tickets were low enough, miles were forfeited, and I had a ticket booked by 12 noon. I had just enough time to run home, throw some close in a bag, and get to JFK for a 9pm flight. And that’s how it’s done.

Texans vs. Bengals

2. Atlanta
The very next weekend took me to Atlanta to kick it with Phaedra Parks. Not really. I went to visit my best friend from childhood, her husband, and their 1-year old, Jack, who I had only met once before, and otherwise when he was in his mommy’s tummy. He gave me a hug when the Texans lost to Baltimore in the second playoff round. Also, I had Chick Filet and it was smashing.

Adorable Jack. Don't even act like you're not jealous of his outfit. It's Marc Jacobs. Just kidding.

3. Napa
My third travel weekend in a row was to San Fran for another besties’ 30th birthday.

4. My Little Pony
If you didn’t notice on Facebook, I made myself a custom My Little Pony and am fine with that.

5. A Hippo Bar
This bar from Lauren Santo Domingo’s apartment is cool on so many levels. One: invisioning drunk hippos. Two: The opportunity to say, have some brandy straight from the hippos butt. Best bar EVER, and you know I love my home bars.

6. Donuts at Hearth
These were delicious, as was the entire meal. Definitely recommend Hearth as a spot to try in NYC.

Apple cider donuts. I shared, but didn't want to. (My life in six words of less).

7.  Bargain Buys on Kelly Market
Money saving: Yes! Cute: Absolutely!

I'm in to this highlighter yellow thing. As the classic highlighter color, I feel that it will garner obnoxious attention toward me.

8. Kitchen Sink Cookies
Inspired by Momofuku Milk Bar’s Compost Cookie (name change, guys), I made my own kitchen sink cookie for a treat for a super bowl party this Sunday, a thoughtful gift, and leftovers went to the office. Here’s the lowdown: Mix 1 3/4 cup flour with a touch of cinnamon, tsp baking soda and powder, and sprinkles if you so chose (I did. I truly believe that when in doubt, go sprinkles). Separately mix a cup of sugar, 1/2 cup light brown sugar, tsp corn starch, tsp vanilla, and 1 1/2 sticks softened butter. The separately, mix the junk: favorite candies, chips, pretzels, granola, peanuts, chocolate chips, toffee, butterscotch…however you want to fly that kite. MIX TOGETHER and experience beautiful gooey integration. Throw that blend in the fridge for 30 minutes+ (a must so they cook right) and watch an episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Bake for about 10 minutes at 400 degrees. Chow.

9. Loving the Kid Inside
Vanity Fair’s lovely nod to childhood on Charles Dickens’ 200th birthday. Read it here. You’ll be happy you did.

10. Orangatans on an iPad
As they should be.

Do you think he's reading Chocolate vs. Sex? Click the pic to read the story, pretty good.


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The past few weeks I have been traveling, both business and personal trips, and been very focused on work. In addition to neglecting my Sunday posts, I have neglected my laundry (I’m about three days away from turning my swimsuits into undergarmets), sleep (I’ve learned I’m incredibly productive at work at 1 am and that the sun is already up at 5 am when I’m leaving my apartment for yoga), my DVR (life is not the same without Bravo’s Housewives), and…people. Not only do I miss writing, but there are friends I haven’t seen in weeks and a really sweet guy who thinks the only time I’m available EVER is for breakfast at 7 a.m. He has actually said to me, “See you in July.” Holy guilt trip.

As much as we have texted to stay in touch, no one can have a relationship with my iPhone. It’s not cuddly and requires too much battery power. BUT, my iPhone does have the Facebook app. While sitting in airports waiting to board, I scroll through my newsfeed and find out that Nameless “Can’t wait for the weekend,” and What’s His Name, “Killed it last night.” Know who else can’t wait for the weekend? The rest of America. And know who else killed it last night? Anyone who went out on Friday night. I don’t need to know that you are just wild about Pinkberry, or that you are so tired, and the people with their Twitter Feeds served to their Facebook wall…they are two separate social destinations for a reason.

But there I was, delayed at Newark, letting my entire network know that I was headed to Dallas and delayed at Newark. Like it was really relevant information they needed to read about in their own moment of boredom. Right after I posted it, I felt silly for doing it. For that brief moment, letting everyone know my status at 9:27 on a Friday morning made me think I was connected to them, the way a Hershey’s bar can trick you into thinking you’re eating good chocolate. You’re not.

Wall posts are sweet and and remind you that you’re cared for. I love them and I like writing on other’s walls. But they aren’t intimate. And as you peruse the Facebook world, sometimes it just makes you feel badly about yourself. You see work titles and wonder why you aren’t making six figures yet, honeymoon photos that make you ask why you aren’t married, or vacations that remind you how pale your skin is and the Jergens lotion isn’t fooling anyone. The Huffington Post’s Switched had a great commentary on Facebook making you think everyone is happier than you in January- read it here.

No one is perfect, and privately we have our ups and downs that we don’t post on our walls. That’s exactly what this blog is about. The awesome sauce and hilariousness that happens in the imperfections. Because anyone can smile in a picture. And if you are taking a time out from all the fun you are having to immediately post that picture to Facebook, you probably aren’t having that much fun. Mostly, we have to remember: when you see what’s happening in others’ lives, you should be as happy for someone else as you would want them to be for you. Because you will have that moment one day, too.

While it’s a great way to keep in touch with family and friends who don’t live in the same city (my Aunt just set up a private family group where we can keep everyone looped in on news and it’s fantastic), or just see what’s going on with people in general because we all get so busy, our digital connectivity only lets us in as deep as our computer or iPad screen will allow. Balance in our lives includes the intimacy of knowing where that picture was taken and what was so funny, talking about the vacation on the phone or over wine, getting mailed/emailed photos of the kids with notes, etc.

Looking forward to re-connecting.

PS- I have not neglected my treats…Here are some yummy tidbits from my absence for you.

Macaroons from Chocolate Box Cafe in Malibu.

Homemade chocolate pop tarts from Breadwinners in Dallas

Bread pudding from NYC's very, very good Dovetail


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Beignets, Booze, and Best Friends

*Apologies for this being a day late. I spent my Sunday traveling back from…

NEW ORLEANS! I spent a long weekend in the one-and-only New Orleans, LA for Christie’s bachelorette party. I hadn’t been since college, but very little has changed. There are the obvious things to be said about New Orleans being a special place. New Orleans signifies a strength and dignity (despite what you might see on Bourbon St.) of having survived. The city has a pulse unlike anywhere in the U.S., one as unpredictable as the base line of a jazz band. The city whispers to you with flickering lanterns, charming you with the quaint architecture, then giggling like Blanche Dubois, as you skip from one bar to another, usually with a drink already in hand.

Jazz band and swing dancers outside Brennan's

The places you go to are only as special as the people you share them with. The weekend made me think about the importance of my girlfriends in my life, my best friends, who’s time I cherish more than anything. Being able to share a weekend with the bride-to-be and a terrific, hilarious group of girls made me think of how Christie went from a make-out bandit, to a bride with her fiance, and the hilarious stories we shared along the way. I cannot wait for her wedding, and am so happy I got to be a part of this weekend! We held a picnic at Jackson Square for her first bridal shower (others to follow in NYC), sipping champagne and nibbling on beignets from Cafe Du Monde.


Bag full of deliciousness and cheap bubbly!

Inside the bag... 🙂 Basically fancy funnel cake, but worth having one!


Me and my Beignet


New Orleans famed Cafe Du Monde

There is nothing in the world like time away with your girlfriends. Our friendships are rare relationships that we simply can’t share with men. It’s sometimes a hard lesson that one person cant be everything to you. But I’ve learned that there are things I can talk about with my girlfriends for hours that I would only talk to my significant other with for five minutes, or not at all. You have your friends who you do dinners or projects with, the ones you can call at 5 am, the ones who’s house you can show up at at 3 am, the ones you just drink with, the ones you exercise with…the list goes on. But every one is all yours, and so special.

I loved how in high school talking on the phone was such a HUGE deal, and we could call and gab for hours. As much fun as I had down south, stuck at the airport, I realized I was coming home to something so special. I spent my four hour delay on the phone, chatting with my friends. And couldn’t have been happier doing anything else.

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