What Happens in Vegas

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...I hate that phrase pretty much as much as I generally hate Vegas but last weekend I had a really good time with Julia and Kristen as we shopped like crazy people picking out the new bedroom furniture for Julia's master bedroom and all the bedding to go with it. I love helping other spend money and even got a few things for myself including a gorgeous and unique vase and some new pillows for my sofa.

Ju's new bed or at least in 4-6 weeks it will be her new bed.

Our toes after the fabulous pedicure we got to celebrate her birthday.

Julia and Kristen.

My favorite new vase! Isn't it awesome?

So, we really did have a great time even driving so much in such a short period of time. That is until we pulled into St. George and realized we'd lost two hours (day light savings AND the time change)! That's what happens when you put two liberal arts girls who clearly can't do math together...as soon as we realized how late it was we put the pedal to the metal and got home in record time. We listened to a lot of Broadway which was great and also made the drive so

much better and made me so excited to see Next to Normal next month. B'way here I come!

And Then She Opened her Mouth...

I hate that I look like a conservative priss but to an extent I've come to terms with the fact that my work wardrobe does make me appear as if I'm conservative. I can probably blame it on two years of a New York wardrobe and the fact that the habit seems to have stuck around. I also hate that after 10 years of knowing me that one of my "work friends" really did (until a week ago when Z set her straight) think that I was a conservative priss. Okay, maybe not a priss but definitely that I was ultra-conservative. I'm not conservative about ANYTHING so the fact that people think I am is somewhat hard for me to handle. Last week, one of my real friends had a fabulously hilarious conversation with someone who knows both of us, who when he first met me, couldn't figure out how we were friends. This is what he said:

And then she opened her mouth and it all made sense.

I guess I do look like a conservative priss but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!

Parable of the Red Sweater

Last week at The GH we had a Case Study day on being able to accept compliments. I know. I know. Sounds dumb and to a degree it was but after a half hour or so of listening to Scottie and hearing from everyone else he had us to a little exercise where we had to write out a situation in which we received a compliment and how we accepted it. Normally, I'd probably have a hard time with the exercise but my hair looked good that day so I was okay jotting down some notes in case he called on me. Thankfully, he didn't call on me but the whole thing reminded me of something I'd like to call The Parable of the Red Sweater. I love red. A lot. And I used to have this amazing red sweater. It was my favorite article of clothing (wish I knew what happened to it...) and anytime something BIG would come up my friend Mandy would remind me to wear the red sweater. One particular big event was the next night (big, huge night) and Mandy once again reminded me to make sure I wore the red sweater.

Mandy: Make sure you wear the red sweater tomorrow.
Ang: Really, why the red one?
Mandy: because you look great in it and you know you do. You act like a completely different person when you wear that sweater--you NEED to wear it tomorrow night.

So, I wore the red sweater and noticed for the first time that I did act like a different person and had a very successful, very necessary evening of closure. I need to remember to act as if I'm wearing the red sweater every day. Every day is red sweater day. Every day.

Teeny Tiny Celebrations

Each month at The GH we have to come up with three celebrations for our report day. Today, I gave my monthly report and I had no celebrations to report. However, truth be told, I actually DO HAVE ONE. The damn Girl Scout Cookies arrived on Friday and they are still at work. I left them at work over the weekend and now it is Tuesday evening and I have not touched them!!! TMM opened one of the boxes of Thin Mints today during a "I need chocolate moment" but I STILL DIDN'T TOUCH THEM! Don't know how much longer I can go but isn't one moment at a time cause for celebration? It is for me...yay me!

Watching the Academy Awards alone sucks.

Oh, how I miss the days of big parties with friends, food and fun.

Bueller, Bueller

Tonight's Academy Award tribute to John Hughes broke my heart and at the same time made me grin from ear to ear. I remember the first time I saw each and every one of his movies. The first film I ever bought with my own money --Pretty in Pink -- and many many trips to the movie theater to see his films over and over again. My movie life was completely and totally shaped by that man and his films.

When you grow older your heart dies.

Here's to growing older and NOT having my heart die.

I love you John Hughes!

Mustache Monday

Last Friday one of my colleagues sent around an E-mail encouraging all the guys to participate in Mustache March. Kinda random because we all got the E-mail but it was good for a laugh. Later that day, another colleague came up with the idea to get a bunch of fake mustaches and have the girls wear them to our Monday morning Staff Meeting--or at least the girls who actually have a sense of humor. I thought the idea was genius and super fun. The look on the guys faces while we walked into the room was priceless and made my whole week. Also, mustaches are itchy and hot. I don't know how guys do it.