YES!!!!

I hear Bee's planning a party for lil' ol' ME!! Yes, ME!!! It's to celebrate my all around fabulousness and the fact that I am going to be a superstar!!

It's also a way to get rid of some old vodka we've had in the back of our refrigerator since Cee's birthday.

And guess what we're calling it??? "Biscuits and Bellinis."

It doesn't get any more fabulous than that!

I heard

that Trixie + Peanut is having a sale! Bee, get down there pronto and buy me some clothes!



I totally want this Brazil hoodie! $39. Bargain.



Love the skull. It's like biker chic. $39.



Vintage, vintage!! $79

Hey, spring is near. I'm going to need a new wardrobe.

Mo-omm!!!

Hey!

I understand it was the Oscars and all, and you were invited to this fabulous New York chic party at your favorite restaurant (Spotted Pig) where the wine was flowing and the savory treats kept rolling out on plentiful platters, but DANG ma! You've got to slow your roll! 

(Bee tried calling her sister in Chitown at 5 a.m. this morning. Several times. Then she tried calling her mother to complain about how her sister is never there when she calls. Luckily the battery on her cell phone was dead).

IHOP

Is it possible that there is a Hot Australian, a Hot Spaniard, and a Hot Swede all being swooned over by the roommates at once? I mean, do these girls ever meet anybody with a U.S. passport?!

In other news, Bee's mom is all frustrated because Bee can't make decision as to when she plans to come home and visit. So Bee can't call home until she books a flight home. It's been three days since they've spoken. Desired day of arrival is in 14 days. Flights increase in price significantly after that two week window, Bee. 

And don't forget to buy my doggie ticket so I can ride comfortably under your seat. You know I don't do cargo.

The only good thing about winter

everybody sleeps in, so I get more time to cuddle in bed.

Wedding highlights, part three

Saturday afternoon, beach 

Guests caught the rabbi at the bar shortly after the wedding. Also caught rabbi smoking. Almost passed out from heat before reception. Heard him tell one guest, "my wife's not here." Also posed for picture with guest with his middle finger up and said, "this is for my wife!" Guests still question whether rabbi was really, in fact, Jewish.

Wedding highlights, part two

Friday night, outside of Villa 17

Somebody broke the hammock! Call the Nassau Fire Department! Fortunately, no one was hurt.

Saturday afternoon, beach

One guest stumbled home after spending night at Atlantis with a hot German. Got caught reenterting the Villas by the mother in law (kidding! but she was seen that morning in the Villa wearing the clothes from last night). Meanwhile, The Little Israeli That Could returned from partying all night long at The Atlantis and made sure to inform everybody in the wedding party they knew he was King of All Nightlife. Still looking for gold chain and wife beater he left at the casino.

Wedding highlights, part one

Friday night, Villa #17, the Sunrise Beach Villas
Everybody held their breath as the first meeting between Bee and The Little Israeli That Could took place in the kitchen. Both greeted each other with casual kisses on the cheek. Lin patted Bee on the back and thanked her for her maturity. Bee said, "You're welcome. Pass the tequila." Shots are poured.

Nuptials

Who got drunk?

Who jumped in the pool at midnight?

Who flashed who on the beach?

Who hit on all of the wedding guests?


Would you believe me if I told you it was the RABBI?!?!?!?!

She's out

Pack? Check.
Lose three pounds? Check (though she ate carbs this evening, which went against the Wedding Crash Diet)
Do nails? Check (well, toenails. Fingernails still bare)
Buy new clothes? No time.

By this time tomorrow, Bee will have a margarita in hand on the beach in the Bahamas. HOT!

Of course

we voted, went to the ticker tape parade, AND checked out shows at the tents today. That's, like, our civic duty as New Yorkers on Super Tuesday.

Oh, and Happy Birthday, Bee's mom. :)

Yesssss!!!!!

I mean, this sort of makes up for Chicago Bears losing in the Super Bowl last year. Sort of.

There's supposed to be some big parade in town on Tuesday for the team. Bee is ditching work Tuesday to go celebrate. I want to go too, but I'm afraid I'll get stepped on by all those big, burly revelers. 

Best to stay home.

Manis and Pedis

I got my nails done yesterday.  Hee hee. Getting my hair did tonight.

Guest Blogger: D.

I'm about to do something I've never done on this blog before. Allow someone else to guest blog.

Bee went to Starbucks last night to get some work done per Cee's recommendation (as you know, Cee is a man magnet. She always meets men at Starbucks and said that Bee should go there and get some work done. "Tell all my cuties I said hello!" Cee told Bee as she walked out.)

So Bee went, dressed in sweats and a baseball cap (not a look that Cee would have recommended, by the way). But Bee decided she wanted to get work done and didn't want the attention of others.

Within an hour, here comes a guy that Bee and I always see in the neighborhood but never recognize by name. We never went to that barbecue he invited us to three years ago, but we have seen him about a dozen times since.

And wouldn't you know, he remembered Bee. He sat down at her table to chat her up and to see what she was working on (she was updating this site, my paws were sore). Intrigued, he asked to be a guest blogger. Bee handed him her computer, and he typed a 3 PAGE ENTRY for what would be Sunday's post.

Bee edited it down to just include his best parts--his poetry. Yup, he wrote poems.

D. believed poetry would be the best way to show his "sensitive side" (and the best way to convince Bee to have breakfast with him the next day). So he wrote three:

Roses are red violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one doesn’t

(Dude, REALLY?!? Gimmie back my computer! I'm not impressed!)

He took another stab at it.

"You know how frail and wanton thrillfull comes death in a strange hour?
Unannounced and un prepared for like a scaring overfriendly guest you’ve brought to bed?
Well, death makes angles of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws
No more money no more fancy dress this other kingdom is by far the best – until it’s other jaw reveals incest and a savage beating to a vegtable lau. I will not go, I prefer the feast of friends to that of the giant fowl."


(Hmm,...sounds familiar...)

Jim Morrison

(Ah! But what about your OWN words?)

Finally...

"God's poem to Bee.

Have you granted me forgiveness yet?
Has the pain at all subsided?
Has Mother Mercy been kind to your heart?
Has Father Time provided?

B., I know there’s no magic elixir
But in my own private religion I have a belief.
Together we can finish painting this picture
Together we can paint sunrise over grief"

D.

Well. 

Bee took him up on the breakfast invitation. The next day,  they shared coffee and bagels, but sadly no rhyming verse.  Perhaps one day, Bee and I will actually make it to his apartment for a summer barbecue after all.

Answers to Blind Items from Jan. 28

--Bee and Cee
--Ei
--Bee
--Cee
--Bee

Hot Australian

You know who you are.