hot pink.
I spent a few hours this morning leafing through the RCI Timeshare book of resorts, and I am happy to say that I found quite a few that will serve as beautiful and luxurious spring break spots. I am now FAR too anxious for March to roll around.
Work is ridiculously boring. To waste time I make pointless lists on company paper. For example, this morning I made a list that looked a lot like this:
THINGS TO DO
- look at timeshare book (AM)
- look at timeshare website (AM)
- finish reading vogue (PM)
- jcrew.com (AM)
- call laura d. and laura j. (PM)
- douglas cosmetics (lunchtime)
- hudson news for instyle (lunchtime)
- start instyle (PM)
After that I copied a list of things that bedbath&beyond.com recommends for the college kitchen down on to computer paper, and added things that were in Cara's 80-piece kitchen set to it. Then I checked off everything that we already have. I repeated this process for the bathroom. Exciting.
Lunch tomorrow with D'Amico and Jones. Hot.
Here's to hoping that my big weekend plans pan out because my social life needs a swift kick in the ass. I'm smelling a happyhour in the good old hometown, with a night a binge drinking to follow. And then on Saturday, in an effort to spice things up, the girls and I are (tentatively) having a night out on the REAL town for margaritas and Mexican. Hot tamales.
Yesterday at work, while I was on the phone with Ms. Canonico, I heard singing coming from the trading floor. And then people began to clap. I excused myself from the phone call for a brief minute to investigate, and found myself officially frightened when I saw a hot pink gorilla wearing a purple dress and boa dancing around next to one of the female brokers. I'm still not sure what was going on. But about ten minutes later a crazy-looking woman sporting dark lip-liner and no lipstick (:::shudders:::) came to my desk and tried to talk to me. Not only was she muttering some mumbojumbo about rubber bands that I could not comprehend, but I was clearly on the phone - so I ignored her. She wound up handing me a stack of business cards claiming that people might ask for her info because they just "ate her up" today. So if any of you out there are looking to eat up a singing hot pink gorilla with atrocious taste in lipcolor products, contact Gayle Sommers at (212)721-1667. Or just visit www.luv-grams.com
Work is ridiculously boring. To waste time I make pointless lists on company paper. For example, this morning I made a list that looked a lot like this:
THINGS TO DO
- look at timeshare book (AM)
- look at timeshare website (AM)
- finish reading vogue (PM)
- jcrew.com (AM)
- call laura d. and laura j. (PM)
- douglas cosmetics (lunchtime)
- hudson news for instyle (lunchtime)
- start instyle (PM)
After that I copied a list of things that bedbath&beyond.com recommends for the college kitchen down on to computer paper, and added things that were in Cara's 80-piece kitchen set to it. Then I checked off everything that we already have. I repeated this process for the bathroom. Exciting.
Lunch tomorrow with D'Amico and Jones. Hot.
Here's to hoping that my big weekend plans pan out because my social life needs a swift kick in the ass. I'm smelling a happyhour in the good old hometown, with a night a binge drinking to follow. And then on Saturday, in an effort to spice things up, the girls and I are (tentatively) having a night out on the REAL town for margaritas and Mexican. Hot tamales.
Yesterday at work, while I was on the phone with Ms. Canonico, I heard singing coming from the trading floor. And then people began to clap. I excused myself from the phone call for a brief minute to investigate, and found myself officially frightened when I saw a hot pink gorilla wearing a purple dress and boa dancing around next to one of the female brokers. I'm still not sure what was going on. But about ten minutes later a crazy-looking woman sporting dark lip-liner and no lipstick (:::shudders:::) came to my desk and tried to talk to me. Not only was she muttering some mumbojumbo about rubber bands that I could not comprehend, but I was clearly on the phone - so I ignored her. She wound up handing me a stack of business cards claiming that people might ask for her info because they just "ate her up" today. So if any of you out there are looking to eat up a singing hot pink gorilla with atrocious taste in lipcolor products, contact Gayle Sommers at (212)721-1667. Or just visit www.luv-grams.com