I recently had a girls night out and my friends and I went to see “Magic Mike” a movie about a 30 something stripper coming to terms with the realities and disadvantages of his lifestyle. The movie itself was just ok but no one can deny that this film’s value was mostly held in the eye candy that it had to offer. The film had me reminiscing about my own experience with visiting a male strip club in my early 20’s when I was also going through a turning point of sorts.
Back then was just a humble shoe girl working a summer job at Kohl’s and spent my days fetching boxes from the back stock room and making sure everything on the floor was neat and orderly. What could have been a very dull job was actually a great deal of fun since I was working with a bunch of other kids my age. My shoe world BFF, Jenny, was arranging a road trip to Wisconsin to visit a adult male venue at a place called the Sugar Shack. When Jenny approached me with the idea I was initially hesitant but had recently gone through a break up with my very first long-term boyfriend so figured I was up for a little excitement that might take my mind off things.
The strip club offered much of the same “entertainment” value that was seen in the Magic Mike movie. There were group performances and individual acts that provided a very “theatrical” experience. I seem to remember that a policeman and fireman played a very important part of the show. My favorite and most memorable part was when our waiter had me take off his shirt which I got to keep as a souvenir. I still have that shirt to this day and for the past 10+ years it’s had a place tucked away in the back of my closet – I just can’t seem to part with it. It’s not the strip club itself that was really memorable but the whole experience reminds me of a simpler time in life when there was less responsibility, more time for friends and adventure.
Sugar Shack souvenir shirt seen below:
What better way to celebrate America’s birthday with a simple fourth of July nail design. To show my spirit, I sported a red, white and blue polka dot / glitter design. I used Butter London’s “Blagger” blue (a favorite) and “Chancer” red glitter to create this look.
I almost went without doing a design for the fourth at all but found myself with extra time on hands thanks to the weird day of the week for this holiday. Just about everything at work was canceled, I haven’t seen my calendar this clear since last Christmas. Meetings that were scheduled months in advance were suddenly called off without explanation. People called in sick with sudden stomach viruses or in one particular case someone called in claiming to have issues with here eye glasses so she were unable to work since she couldn’t see anything – really people!
With a trip to Vegas coming up in my near future I decided to push through and work the entire week only to find myself feeling a little disgruntled and unmotivated. Luckily we were released early the day before the fourth so…. since happy nails make for a happy girl, I decided to use the down time to my advantage. Following are the steps for this look:
1) Base coat – I usually don’t mention that I do a base coat but decided to call this to attention since this is a VERY Important step. With a good base your polish will stay on longer AND most importantly it will help keep your nails from turning yellow. I learned this the hard way! My favorite base coat is made by Seche Vite. I’ve tried cheaper ones but discovered they do not do as good a job. To be honest, this is an area that could use more research since I have heard that there are “sticky” base coats that work really well.
2) Applied two coats of the the red and blue Butter London colors.
3) Used a dotting tool to add the polka dots.
4) Applied Seche Vite top coat
There you have it, a very simple look that can be interchanged with any colors to suit any occasion.
On another note, did you all hear about the San Diego fireworks debacle? Apparently they accidentally set off all the fireworks at same time in the beginning of the show. Check out the following you tube video to watch the most anticlimactic fireworks show ever:
Have you ever gone to an event only to find yourself stuck outside afterwards among masses of people fighting for a taxi? It’s a completely miserable experience especially when you’re tired or the weather really stinks. Some friends and I went through the familiar taxi hassle after a concert let out this weekend. After trying to catch a cab for over a half hour we gave up and hitched a ride off of an 18 year old kid who was on his way home from work. Luckily he wasn’t a psycho and we weren’t psycho’s and everyone made out of the situation ok but the aggravation of trying to catch a ride left us wondering what we were going to do the next day after a second concert event.
One of my friends told me about an app called Uber, apparently she used it a couple of weeks ago during free taxi cab week and took taxi rides all over the city for free. I wasn’t buying it, it sounded good to be true but after our next concert event was out my friends and I once again found ourselves in a desperate situation and decided to give it a try. I started by entering my name and credit card information into the app. Once I had access, I was able to easily see where the cabs were on a GPS map and call one to me with a click of a button. The app sent me automatic texts to let me know when the cab would be there and I was able to follow it on my Iphone. Once the driver was close he called me for further instructions on where to find me and few short minutes later we were swept up in the comfort of a well air conditioned techie cab. Overall, it took about 15 minutes for the cab to get to us. Once we were dropped off at our destination, my credit card was automatically charged so I didn’t have to worry about paying in cash and a receipt showed up in my e-mail like magic.
I wouldn’t recommend using the Uber app for every cab occasion (they do charge 20% gratuity automatically) but in this case it really worked out for us and I was very pleased with the experience.
Cats, love em or hate em they are here to stay. Personally, I’m on the love side. They are independent, fiercely loyal, stalk – kill and eat bugs; what’s not to love? I’ll never forget the first time I won the affections of a cat. It was a wild thing running around our neighborhood and then one day I was hanging out in the yard and it jumped in my lap and just cuddled up. We quickly became besties and spent a great deal of time together. Let’s take a moment to appreciate our fury feline friends.
Tell me “Meow You Doin” and share your favorite cat moment.
In celebration of Chicago’s Wavefront Music Fest, I went with a glittery “Neon Nail” design this week. This was an easy look to create but the hardest part was getting the color scheme right. Luckily, I recently purchased a set of Claire’s sweet scented mini polishes which were complimentary in color so that really helped me accomplish this look. (BTW once the polish is applied it stinks like usual so don’t by into the sweet scent business).
1) Applied white pearl polish (Loreal Brand) – let dry
2) Painted on nail tips free-hand, alternating colors
3) Used a nail art polish to draw a dark pink line over the bottom of the tip to hide the trouble spots
4) Last steps, applied glitter polish – let dry and finished up with my favorite top coat, Seche Vite
Note: When tipping your nails, templates are very useful to help you get a clean line. I usually find some tip guides on e-bay for a reasonable price.
Picture of supplies I used provided below:
Here are some cool photos from the fest:
**** Warning – Walking Dead – Spoiler Alert ****
If you have not seen seasons 1 & 2 of the Walking Dead – do not proceed. This blog posts makes reference to a character who has bit it, or rather, has been bit / eaten.
Could I survive a zombie apocalypse? With flesh eating psychos running around Florida this has become a legitimate question and is no longer the stuff of fiction. A drug called “bath salts,” a cross between meth and acid, is accused of turning people into flesh eating monsters. This drug was blamed for an incident in Miami when a 31 year old man, Rudy Eugene, was found chewing the face off a homeless person in May 2012. Several other flesh eating incidents have also been reported over recent months which people are referring to as “zombie” attacks. This has me wondering about my falcuty’s and if I’m ready to face the world’s impending doom.
Over the years I have conducted thorough zombie research and picked up the following valued lessons:
1) Keep up your cardio (Zombieland)
2) Always double tap (Zombieland)
3) Don’t look for shelter at your local pub (Shaun of the Dead)
4) Watch out for others who may be hiding bites and scratches (Walking Dead)
5) Stay away from zombie herds which are most likely to be found in the city (Walking Dead)
Since I’m armed with such valued information it seems like I may be in a good position to ward off a zombie attack. To be certain, I visited the Walking Dead website to take the “which character are you” personality test. I carefully considered and answered each question only to find, much to my dismay, I’m the old man of the show, aka Dale. This did not sit well with me, in season 2 his character wandered off into woods and found himself serving up his intestines for zombie dinner. I had to take the test again and reconsidered my answers thinking perhaps some more violence was in order. My second attempt resulted in T-Dog a slightly better, yet still undesirable result, this character is flighty and makes stupid mistakes often. With my third attempt at the personality test I let the zombies have it. If it came near me I shot it, I acted first, thought later. The results showed I had turned into a pure psychopath and most closely resembled Shane, a hot-headed cut throat who only has his best interests at heart.
The author of the Walking Dead graphic novels, Rober Kirkman, said in a good zombie story the characters will transform so much throughout the duration you will hardly recognize them in the end. After my several attempts at this test I have to wonder if the results showed what the evolution of my personality would be in a zombie apocalypse. To help me come to grips with the fact that I may not survive a zombie attack or may even become one myself some day I’ve created my zombie persona online as seen below:
As promised last week, I made an inbread cat attempt. Inbreading, which involves pushing your cat’s head through a piece of bread, is not to be confused with inbreeding, to breed one’s cat with close relatives. My first step was to seek out instruction on how to accomplish this endeavor. It sounded soooo simple:
Cat Breading How To:
1) Take a piece of bread
2) Cut a hole approximately 1 inch larger than your cat’s head. This trips some people up. Remember: the bread has to fit around not just the cat’s head, but it’s ears, too.
3) Gently place the bread around your cat’s head.
4) Take a picture & post it!
After preparing my bread my next step was to pick my victim. I have two cats to choose from one is a little aloof and skittish and the other is friendly and offers slightly unconditional love (this is a cat afterall). You can guess who I chose (evil laugh goes here). After pushing past my initial guilt, I went for it. This was no easy task, the instructions said – gently place – the bread on the head; as if she would stay still and just ALLOW this humiliation to occur. So there I was, chasing my cat around the kitchen with a piece of bread. Finally, I tired her out and she accepted defeat, I went in for the kill only to have the bread break on me – UHHH.
I went to get a second piece of bread to make another attempt. She had time to rest up in between and made a dash for it. After running circles around her and backing her into a corner, I was ready, she was in my sights and we both knew this had to happen. I tentatively inched the bread toward her watching her eyes grow large and ears push back as I got closer. At last, I pushed the bread onto her head and there she was looking all irritated in her little bread bonnet. I got the camera, she made a move – and BLAST IT, the bread broke again – sigh….. I shall live to bread again another day, for now she can rest easy – just not next to me since she smells a little yeasty.
Action shots of my failed attempt are provided below:
The struggle begins
Thought I had it then, UHHH – the bread breaks