Happy Memorial Day weekend, guys and dolls!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Anticipating
an elongated weekend with the dearest of chummies. It shall be a rollicking refreshing one.
Happy Memorial Day weekend, guys and dolls!
Happy Memorial Day weekend, guys and dolls!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
An excuse to cultivate girliness
transpired yesternight at the industrial era evocative Americana,
a pompous consumer-capitalist utopia that appeals to plastic-wielding tweens, starry-eyed couples, bored housewives,
and us, a gaggle of gals

flocked together for an eveningtide
for escapist (from the nine-to-six humdrum) fare via an exclusive screening of the estrogen-teeming flick its rabid fans dub SATC2,
whose overarching mind-enervating impression I'm convinced shan't ever parallel the multi-faceted fabulousness of bona fide girlfriendship.
But hey, free schtuff is always snazzy, right? Cheers, m'dears!
a pompous consumer-capitalist utopia that appeals to plastic-wielding tweens, starry-eyed couples, bored housewives,
and us, a gaggle of gals

flocked together for an eveningtide
for escapist (from the nine-to-six humdrum) fare via an exclusive screening of the estrogen-teeming flick its rabid fans dub SATC2,
whose overarching mind-enervating impression I'm convinced shan't ever parallel the multi-faceted fabulousness of bona fide girlfriendship.
But hey, free schtuff is always snazzy, right? Cheers, m'dears!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Sunday's sundae
Whether Sunday is the commencement or finale to your week, 'tis recommended with ample flourish to spend it meandering with lovely chums at dusk
through an intimacy-fostering marketplace that spews countryside charm at every stall, tainting its oblivious patrons with a severe case of nostalgia
till turning up at destination Sweet Rose Creamery, a spankin'-new premier ice creamery
that flaunts freshly churned batches of innovative flavors replete with organic (e.g. Clover Organic Farms Milk shipped daily from NorCal) and marginally bougie ingredients (e.g. fleur de sel),
which effortlessly entails that their prim and proper, yet enticingly wholesome, sweet treats are primed for snapshots
and for thorough consumption!
through an intimacy-fostering marketplace that spews countryside charm at every stall, tainting its oblivious patrons with a severe case of nostalgia
till turning up at destination Sweet Rose Creamery, a spankin'-new premier ice creamery
that flaunts freshly churned batches of innovative flavors replete with organic (e.g. Clover Organic Farms Milk shipped daily from NorCal) and marginally bougie ingredients (e.g. fleur de sel),
which effortlessly entails that their prim and proper, yet enticingly wholesome, sweet treats are primed for snapshots
and for thorough consumption!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Gleekend
'Tis pretty surreal to follow a show's infant stage as an ill-fated tale of singing high school misfits at the pilot's screening one year prior, to its current placeholder as the season's #1 scripted series. Though I am not the biggest fan of Glee's erratic and volatile storyline (a la Ryan Murphy) and underdeveloped character development, I cannot resist the indubitably spellbinding talent-dripping vocal performances that make the show a legit cultural phenomenon (along with its semi-relatability factor, 'cause, I confess, I was a show choir nerd throughout middle school and high school - sequined dresses, curled wigs, character shoes, and all).
'Tis been a Gleeky time at the nine-to-six, crafting together promo packages and coordinating events spotlighting the freshman musical comedy skein for the bossmen and the industry's head honchos, with hidden high hopes I'd somehow get to wriggle onto the guestlist. And I mean lofty hopes, since I am but a mere assistant on the bottom of the totem pole . So whence the Premiere Bossman bequeathed unto me in a hushed tone 2 coveted complimentary passes for the sensational shindig this weekend, you can bet the office eruped in involuntary squealing and prancing about the labyrinth of cubicle fortresses. Dignity? What's that? And who cares if it caused other assistants to oogle at me curiously or inquire if I was in the right mind? I'd nabbed tickets to the Glee Live! show!
So a dear friend (who is notorious for her uncanny ability to make eerthang exponentionally fun) and I dolled up
to put our best foot forward
into Universal Citywalk's magnanimous Hard Rock Cafe
as honorary Gleeks
and pseudo Cheerios hailed from McKinley High
for a posh pre-party where Cheerio gents catered to our every whim
with delectable edibles and libations aplenty,
after which we took absolute advantage
of the red and white themed candy bar (though all guests had a merrier respite at the open bar),
the gratuitous thumbdrives for our manifold technological needs,
and bushels more spiffy swag brimming from gargantuan goodie bags we hoarded as though they were gifts on Christmas morn
before skippity skipping to the majestic Gibson Amphitheatre
for the cheery cherry to the sundae of an evening - the Glee Live! concert
where we sat remarkably close to where the musical action was about to unfold in brilliant succession (Disclaimer: the following view of the stage is not a close-up).
The entire cast's amazing stage presence captivated our hearts
and pumped up our collective energy to the maximus
whilst the choreography, sets, and costumes injected dosages of enthrallment to the live vocals.
'Twas a contagiously awe-inspiring affair,
as interminably trumpeted by the sold-out mob,
to which we appended as giggly, perpetually grin-plastered, shimmy-shakin' teeny boppers.
Though the Glee tour has boogied its way to the subsequent cosmopolitan hotspot by now, catch snippets of the performance vicariously:
God is so good! I love my job('s perks). They make up for the nature of the job description. Almost.
'Tis been a Gleeky time at the nine-to-six, crafting together promo packages and coordinating events spotlighting the freshman musical comedy skein for the bossmen and the industry's head honchos, with hidden high hopes I'd somehow get to wriggle onto the guestlist. And I mean lofty hopes, since I am but a mere assistant on the bottom of the totem pole . So whence the Premiere Bossman bequeathed unto me in a hushed tone 2 coveted complimentary passes for the sensational shindig this weekend, you can bet the office eruped in involuntary squealing and prancing about the labyrinth of cubicle fortresses. Dignity? What's that? And who cares if it caused other assistants to oogle at me curiously or inquire if I was in the right mind? I'd nabbed tickets to the Glee Live! show!
So a dear friend (who is notorious for her uncanny ability to make eerthang exponentionally fun) and I dolled up
to put our best foot forward
into Universal Citywalk's magnanimous Hard Rock Cafe
as honorary Gleeks
and pseudo Cheerios hailed from McKinley High
for a posh pre-party where Cheerio gents catered to our every whim
with delectable edibles and libations aplenty,
after which we took absolute advantage
of the red and white themed candy bar (though all guests had a merrier respite at the open bar),
the gratuitous thumbdrives for our manifold technological needs,
and bushels more spiffy swag brimming from gargantuan goodie bags we hoarded as though they were gifts on Christmas morn
before skippity skipping to the majestic Gibson Amphitheatre
for the cheery cherry to the sundae of an evening - the Glee Live! concert
where we sat remarkably close to where the musical action was about to unfold in brilliant succession (Disclaimer: the following view of the stage is not a close-up).
The entire cast's amazing stage presence captivated our hearts
and pumped up our collective energy to the maximus
whilst the choreography, sets, and costumes injected dosages of enthrallment to the live vocals.
'Twas a contagiously awe-inspiring affair,
as interminably trumpeted by the sold-out mob,
to which we appended as giggly, perpetually grin-plastered, shimmy-shakin' teeny boppers.
Though the Glee tour has boogied its way to the subsequent cosmopolitan hotspot by now, catch snippets of the performance vicariously:God is so good! I love my job('s perks). They make up for the nature of the job description. Almost.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The surprise partea
Behold what crystallizes whence a couple of assistants put their noggins together to scheme into existence a surprise bridal tea party in an otherwise sterile joy-usurping corporate conference room.
We envisioned an all-encompassing garden style gala
accentuating whimsical dashes of yore amidst contemporary vivacity.
Teatimeliness is a charming formalized affair
during which we unleash our most eye-pleasing china
to situate amongst blossoming sunshine-hued roses
in glass milk bottle vases circa the 1940s
in honor of a wedding extravaganza to manifest in less than a month's time.
Tea party fare satiated all hunger pangs in excessive plentitude,
consisting of handcrafted cranberry scones,
fresh-baked sugar cookies,
flora-cut pats o'butter,

interminable trays of delicate tea sandwiches,

freshly diced fruit platters,
revamped petit fours,
gleaming polished servingware,
polychrome toothpicking gadgetry,
and a dizzying display of epicurean sweetness


that meshed harmoniously for a wonderland soiree

of grand-scale proportions
to commemorate commitment to lovely love.
Happy happy impending wedding to you both, Grace & Conrad!
We envisioned an all-encompassing garden style gala
accentuating whimsical dashes of yore amidst contemporary vivacity.
Teatimeliness is a charming formalized affair
during which we unleash our most eye-pleasing china
to situate amongst blossoming sunshine-hued roses
in glass milk bottle vases circa the 1940s
in honor of a wedding extravaganza to manifest in less than a month's time.
Tea party fare satiated all hunger pangs in excessive plentitude,
consisting of handcrafted cranberry scones,
fresh-baked sugar cookies,
flora-cut pats o'butter,

interminable trays of delicate tea sandwiches,

freshly diced fruit platters,
revamped petit fours,
gleaming polished servingware,
polychrome toothpicking gadgetry,
and a dizzying display of epicurean sweetness


that meshed harmoniously for a wonderland soiree

of grand-scale proportions
to commemorate commitment to lovely love.
Happy happy impending wedding to you both, Grace & Conrad!
Labels:
baking,
crafting,
nine-to-six,
surprises,
teatimeliness
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