Saturday, July 31, 2010

Bruce Jenner, Is That You?

Has anyone seen the previews for TLC's "Say Yes To The Dress: Atlanta"? Bruce Jenner is on that show! How does he have time to deal with the Kardashian sisters (and all of their make-up) on "Keeping Up With The Kardashians", be an Olympic medal winner/motivational speaker, and time to be a responsible father to Brody and still add another show to his plate? OK, he doesn't, and it's not him. BUT, it looks just like his long lost twin. But Gay. And better dressed.

Meet Monte Durham, fashion director, also an aspiring Bruce Jenner body double for any future Hollywood action flicks.

Friday, July 30, 2010

Weekend.

Had to go back to work this week. WAH! But excited it's the weekend. Got the following text yesterday: "ingrid, my friend Jack just landed in LA. He will be calling you. He's with a bunch of cute guys and will buy you and your friends drinks all weekend."

Um, the drink fairy apparently is named Jack (et al) and is paying the ladies of WeHo a visit this weekend.

Six man tomorrow in Manhattan and Moonshadows on Sunday. Lots of fun, sun and friends. Just what summer is supposed to be. And lots of bad tattoo sighting. You know, because that's when all the clothes come off.

(Image via here.) Hey lady with the black eyeliner, that's going to look HOT in about 30 years.

Happy summer everyone! May your weekend be filled with Drai's pool, bbqs and wild volleyball tournaments!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

I Feel Like a New Person.

I got a new phone. I GOT A NEW PHONE! It's bittersweet though. This is what I have been toting around for the past 38 months (yes, I know how long I've had my phone)...

Yes, that is scotch tape on the back of the phone. Isn't it hot? I've traded up for this sexy little number.

Now, maybe I can actually DO things on my phone. I wouldn't hold my breath though. Already overwhelmed at how to get my BBM contacts back! Baby steps. And trackball, I think I am going to miss you. A lot. But maybe we'll meet again on my next phone.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Drybar. Another New Obsession.

I can't stand blowing my hair out. I have sort-of-curly-sort-of-thick-sort-of-long hair. Not a ton of it, but enough to not air dry on its own very fast (or look very attractive for that matter). I complain and complain about having to blow it out, which is why I only do it about 2 times a month. At Beth's bachelorette party, I did it 2 nights in a row and entertained the idea of heading to the salon at the SLS where we were staying and pay some idiot $80 plus tip to do it for me. That's how much of a pain it is. That's how much I don't want to do it. And this is how it makes me feel:

Well, a really smart person decided to open a new annex of my own personal paradise. It's called Drybar. It's simple really, you go in, they wash your hair and give you the best blowout you've ever had and they only charge you $35. $35? I can barely get out of a restaurant for under $35. You, of course, tip handsomely, because you're so elated when you leave that your arm muscles aren't twitching from being up in the air with a round brush for the better part of an hour. They give you mimosas to drink. Sex and The City is playing on the flat screen. It's like a strip club for women. And your hair looks like this. (Forgive my makeup free Saturday early morning face).

There is one opening in West Hollywood in a few months and I am already dreaming about popping up to the new location for a fabulous blowout! HALLELUJAH.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Comfortable Flats? Naw....I Don't Believe You.

I know what you're thinking. Aren't flats supposed to be comfy pillows of air under your feet? A lot of people think so. I think "comfortable flats" is an oxymoron in the Dictionary of Ingrid. I have 2 particular pair in mind by Mr. Jeffrey Campbell and Ms. Tory Burch that prove my theory. While I love the way they look, by the end of the day I feel like little men who live in my shoes have been taking sledgehammers to my big toes. So imagine my skepticism when I tried these suckers on and the nice lady who was scooping some up told me they were the best thing since sliced bread.

I tried them on and they were comfy. What?!?!? Comfy flats? I got them in camel leather (a great substitution for the Tory Burch Eddie flats in camel that I coveted this summer) and in silver. Here they are on my feet. (Ignore how veiny they look. Gross.)

I am a believer. I wore them today and am telling everyone I see at work to get a pair. And Gap is having a 30% off sale online today and tomorrow. So order lots of pairs and buy in multiples like I do! Thank me for your pampered feet later. (And they are much cuter in person than they are in that photo).

Sunday, July 25, 2010

More Things I See...

Pauly D? Or Pauly D's younger brother? Maybe! Homeboy had on shield sunglasses indoors that had no arms. If I had bigger balls I would let it be known that I was taking a photo of him and take one head on. But he scared me, so I didn't.

Apparently there is an abundance of interesting people on Sundays in fast food joints in LA. I'm supposed to be at Moonshadows next Sunday but think I may have to skip it and hit Jack in the Box to see what's next!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Surprise!

I often joke about how since I am not one to use my kitchen all that much that it's a great place to store things. I had a small handful of friends over recently. I was about to throw Beth's artichoke dip into the oven to bake when I opened the door to find this:

The DIRTY dishes from my birthday dinner over from over THREE MONTHS AGO. Ohmygoodness. Naturally my friends know me well enough to not be shocked by something like this. Don't get grossed out. They weren't moldy or anything nasty like that. They had been rinsed etc. There were a few peanuts left in the bowl though. I had wondered where the dishes were a few weeks ago. Didn't I have more of those yellow plates? I sure did. They were just in the oven. That moment was only to be topped by Siri walking into the wrong apartment and in on my crazy cat lady neighbor who is actually a man. Brilliant.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

"In" This Season

I love this clutch. Spices up just about any outfit!

But I have noticed that it seems that EVERY single fall season the rags scream that animal print is BACK! Does it ever go anywhere. Honestly? It may be bigger at times than others, but to make the statement that it's big for fall seems extreme, since it seems to me that it's always in. Just an observation. Rebecca Minkoff agrees.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Perfection.

My new obsession.

How amazing would this wedding ensemble be with a Forever 21 tight racerback tank in bright white? Swoon. With some blinging jewels? There is something intoxicating about pairing a $3 tank with a $3000 skirt. Right up this girl's alley.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Empty Bars.

It's a little odd when you walk into a bar on a Saturday night and it's completely empty. Especially a bar that sometimes you can't find a booth because it's so busy. Makes you wonder if you're walking into a horror movie scene where you're going to get killed by Chucky in a Freddy-Krueger-striped sweater wearing Norman Bates's wig, a Scream mask and Hannibal Lechter's face mask on top of that.

Or death by visual stimulation overload/tacky bar decor. The decor is endearing to this bar though, which has made so many memories in our 7 years here!

Nerd Alert.

I just loooooove awards season. I always thought The Golden Globes kicked it off and The Academy Awards were the end (with the Primetime Emmys sprinkled in between for fun). WRONG. I stand corrected. I am afraid that after last year's AMAZEBALLS ESPYs, I absolutely had to tune in this year and reconsider adding to my awards show must-see-TV roster. I DVRed all of it today- Sportscenter live from the Red carpet, Countdown to the ESPYs Red Carpet Interviews and the actual telecast. Seth Myers was great as a host. It was pretty sweet when everyone booed LeBron (assumed to be for his tool-bag tendencies). Myers ribbed the baby QB (Tebow) and the geriatric QB (Favre). It was a solid hosting job. I heart Seth Myers.

Best joke of the night? "It's great to be at the ESPYs in Los Angeles. This is where Sports and Entertainment come together. it's like a Kardashian sister's bedroom". Bam. Kind of true. Could be said for J. Simp as well.

After seeing this, it makes me even more excited for Football season. 7 weeks to go...GO BADGERS!

PS- Chris Johnson, I can't understand a word you are saying. Please remove the steak from your mouth when you're accepting you award.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Things I See.

What do you do when you have a killer hang over? Obvious answer is to get In N Out in your system ASAP if not sooner. That's exactly what took place this morning. The In N Out on Sunset is quite the experience on any given day. This is what I saw at 11:30 AM on a Sunday morning.

You see, I could maybe think about forgiving her if she was doing a walk of shame and made a pit stop at In N Out. Maybe. But that simply wasn't the case. I made sure to check out the face (freshly applied make-up and LOTS of it. MUCHO black eyeliner). The dress was so short that I almost saw her hoo ha. And someone forgot to tell her when you wear lacy underwear that is white under a white cotton/spandex dress that you can see EVERYTHING. Notice those iridescent sequins on the lace at the bottom? No? I did. And those shoes are a little aggressive for a Sunday church-going morning. Maybe she is trying to be like the Tiger Hos? But truth be told, she may have not been nasty enough or foul enough to fall into the same category as those other (ahem) ladies (can we even call them ladies?). Maybe she was a paid escort? Or maybe she was just a victim of AWFUL Wet Seal Casual wear? Escorts and fashion victims need to eat too!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Hands. Touching Hands.


Can't you just hear "Sweet Caroline" right now? Hannah and Siri both blogged this photo already, but I couldn't resist. Jack was giving out 4th of July high fives and I had to get in on the action. So sweet.

I will refrain from commenting on how PALE I am in this photo. Wait a minute, I just did. After trying on a red dress in February for Snowball my junior year of high school, my mother's reaction to my pale complexion was, "Get thee to a tanning bed". Afraid she might say the same thing again if she were to see this photo. But let's hope she would modify it to say "get thee to Target to pick up some L'Oreal Sublime Bronze Towlettes". You know, since tanning is bad.

Happy Friday. Hope your weekend is filled with sweet high fives and that you have tan hands.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

BARVE Must Be Happy...

For once, Brent Favre isn't King Douchelord in the world of sports. Mr. James is quietly taking over. LeBron, pick a team. People do it all the time without all the drama and needless anticipation.


LeBron will sit on this throne until next week when this blows over and with training camp starting so soon. The crown will rightfully be placed back on B-Favre's greying hair.

I tried to find a photo of BF wearing a crown but found this first and I liked it. Love the jorts. GOD, I can't wait for football season.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Cheesiest Pick Up Line BUILT INTO This Dude's Name...

You're in a bar. Let's say you're at the KK. Some tall dude approaches you and asks your name. You say, "Hi, my name is ________. Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

He responds, "I'm God's Gift".

You roll your eyes, but he ISN'T LYING. That is really his name! And then you throw up all over his feet.


Proof right here that there is a mother who was cracked out enough to name her child God's Gift. There should be a five year waiting period and someone needs to administer a field sobriety test before some people are allowed to name babies. Just a thought.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

"How About Not"

I recently had an outing to one of my happy places, The Arclight. Sigh. Well, for those of you not "in the know", the Arclight has a little man who comes out to introduce the movie and basically tells you not to act like a complete douchenozzle during the movie. People apparently still need to be told that it's not polite to have full-on conversations in the middle of movies, yada yada yada. Well, instead of telling the audience to stay off their freaking phones during the movie this kid said "try to keep the texting and tweeting to a minimum". Um, excuse me? Before I knew it, some snarky comment (along the lines of "how about NOT" texting) flew out of my mouth without censorship and much louder than I had anticipated. Dude next to me was dying laughing. Can't a girl just get an uninterrupted night at the movies? Luckily I was with one of my ladies and not Mr. Man, my censor doesn't automatically kick in when it should!

For the record, the sunburn seems to be even worse today if that's possible.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Sunburn.

This is kind of what my sunburn looks like from the holiday weekend.

Okay, I am exaggerating. It's not that bad. I just kind of look like I have a v-neck shirt on when I don't have any clothes on. Whoops. I seem to have forgotten that yesterday and today both were my FIRST (gasp) adventures in the California sun this summer. What have I been doing on the weekends you ask? I haven't been in California and there is this little thing that exists here that we West-Coasters call JUNE GLOOM. This is what it looks like...

And it seems to be creeping into July. Probably best for my tender v-neck.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Making Up Words = No Good in My Book.

This is going to be an embarrassing post. Mostly because I will have to admit that I think a certain late 90's era boybander is all sorts of attractive. I can't explain it. I try to fight it. But it always wins. This is the man who I think is just a little bit delicious. His name is Nick Carter. But that is all I will admit to, just so you know.

I was recently watching an interview with those boys on the Palladia channel that I love so much. Nick was answering a question and he stumbled over a word. You could see the panic on his face as he wondered what the word was that he was searching for. He ended up saying "ESCAPEGOAT" when he really should have said scapegoat. I wasn't paying 100% attention but I annoyingly pick up on errors of that nature. I have bat-like hearing when it comes to grammar and vocabulary. I immediately rewound and made sure my ears weren't playing tricks on me. They sure weren't. Oh man. Epic fail. That makes it kind of hard to still heart him. But I suppose I can just look at him. I am sure I will forget about the escapegoat moment next time I hear him croon a love song. Sigh.