Happy 2nd Anniversary, Blog

Dear Blog,
Another joyous year of being me has gone by and yet still no book deal. It's cool, I've been busy and you can't exactly write yourself. I've recently been informed that I give off a tad of an unfavorable impression of myself because of you, though. Yes, Blog, we may have an anti-fan. We have officially made it. Fret not, I'll be back to help you keep up the good work soon.
Love, Me.

This has been a pretty awesome year of living The Yuppie Lifestyle. I had cupcakes at every single location of Kara's Cupcakes. I had drinks at two of the best drinking spots in New York City according to GQ magazine, before the list was published. And I started using those pretentious reusable tote bags for my groceries, except mine says "Whole Foods London" on it.

But then again, when you're me, every year is awesome. Dear Readers, I'll be back in about 8 months with more tips on how to be like me.

The Yuppie Sabbatical

Dear, dear Readers,

It appears that I have been sorely neglecting this blog. No, I was not naked-hiking on the Appalachian trail, nor will I be returning anytime soon. Fret not however, for it is not that I have ceased to live The Yuppie Lifestyle; I have simply been, and am, engaged. As in, engaged to be married. As Nick has finally decided to transition his status from ambiguous significant other/domestic partner to fiancé, I am taking a year-long break from this blog to plan my wedding and yes, I really do need that time off because my wedding is going to be spectacular.

Please check back about a year from now, when I will most likely resume sharing ways in which you can be more like me.

Thank you for your continued support.

Love,
Me.

P.S. French chef Grégoire Jacquet of Grégoire Restaurant fame will be producing the food for my wedding reception. Does he even do catering? Not really. But will he for my wedding? Yes.

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The Yuppie Circus

I wouldn't say Britney was tired from performing last night so much as she was tired from Life. Thankfully, the actually-talented Pussycat Dolls, Britney's rapid costume changes surrounded by smoke/spark machines, lots of things suspended by wires, and various actually-talented sideshow performers engaging in very impressive circus acts made the show worthwhile for the people who paid hundreds of dollars to see what was otherwise a giant circus-themed Virgin Mobile ad, set to tracks lifted off of some Britney Spears albums and one Marilyn Manson album. At least I hope that made it worthwhile.

Fortunately, our tickets were free. Thanks to Brian, our very dear friend (and now Nick's colleague, again!), Nick and I were invited to partake in watching the festivities from a private suite situated right in the middle of the Oracle arena, facing the center of the center stage. There, we were supplied with a pretty legitimate spread to feed us throughout the course of the evening. I didn't even know it would be suitable to drink champagne at a Britney Spears concert but these people think of everything.

Also "just like a circus": the parking lot after the event ended. (Thankfully, Brian was amazing and enlisted a chauffeured car to transport us to the arena and back.) And because it seems that no free event can go without some hilarious/unfortunate mishap as a caveat, while maneuvering through the parking lot, some crazy lady tried to accuse our driver of hitting her car and proceeded to feign calling the Oakland police. Sorry Crazy Lady, it's not his fault that you're upset because you paid to watch Britney lip sync in sparkly bodysuits.

Overall, however, a pretty fun perk for Nick's third day on the job.

The Yuppie Puppy Birthday

Yesterday, Lillabelle turned 1 year old. Since all of the birthday cakes at Plaza de Paws were too big for her, we got her a carrot cookie instead. I'm pretty proud of her for letting me put a bow on her head and take photos of her with the cookie before eating it.

The Yuppie Dog Toy

I guess my dog loves the plastic just as much as I do.

Not the Yuppie Sunglasses

Can someone please explain these to me?

I saw them today in the B.P. (Brass Plum) section of Nordstrom but of course they're too embarrassing to be sold on the store's website, so the only place where I could find proof of their existence was here.

What are these? There is no glass. They will not protect your eyes from the sun. They totally impair your vision. Nordies, please hire me as your buyer next time.

Update (04/08/2009): I am currently watching South Park and Kanye West is wearing these very "sunglasses"! How does the cartoon Kanye see?!