Was this weekend not the most beautiful, relaxing weekend this year?
While signing the lease (on my 26th birthday no less) for my first very own little upper apartment with 610 windows and archways and hardwood (that's right, 2009 is here in 2008) I had a moment where I looked out window #492 and thought... I am one lucky girl. 
26... yikes.
I think I feel old. But young. Makes perfect sense, right? There is always this feeling that I am just getting started, but that I need to ground myself in something permanent, too. I wonder if this ever changes...
walk into my life.
I saw Sir Elton John perform last night. Yep, I know, you are DYING (and jealous.) However, let's take a moment of silence (with talking) to discuss the male bow tie.In case you weren't aware, the bow ties name originated from the French word 'jabot' (pronounced ja-bow) a type of lace tie worn in the 17th century. In 1886 the tuxedo was invented, bringing with it the popular black bow tie still worn today.
Well, I don't know about 'popular' today, but a bow tie has its own place and time. I for one prefer long ties, but on the right boy a proper bow tie can be adorable and endearing.
This brings me back to Elton.
I believe he was wearing a red bow tie to match his red shoes and his red piano. Not only did he play, but he played a set; a real set with sips of water in between songs and a little audience banter mixed in. This will sound trite, but it was magical.
Oh, and I attended the event as a guest of Anheuser-Busch so I was sitting at the best table in the ballroom, compliments of Budweiser (and Grover) thank you.
But I think the best part of the evening (aside from acting like it was prom at 25) was the bow ties.
No... not the bow ties... The idea that in this city of angels and silicone and superficiality, you can throw on a gown and heels, curl your hair, grab a clutch and attend The Billies, an awards show honoring the outstanding achievements of women in sports. From motorcycle racing, to snowboarding to swimming, the women onstage last night were who I would hope my daughter(s) (should I have girls) will choose as their role models. With so many negative images and influences impacting girls/ women on a daily basis (in part a large reason why I cannot let go of cupcakes) it was truly inspiring to witness firsthand the athletic successes of my piers.
Ms. Billie Jean King- I was honored.
Grover... thank you. Shenanigans.
How cute, right?
Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl. She wants the boy to call her, ask her out, pick a place, pick her up, bring her flowers (cupcakes), open the car door, open the restaurant door, pay (preferably), drive her home, kiss her goodnight, and speed away.
I went for a long run outside this morning. I woke up early and didn't feel like running nowhere on a treadmill while watching MTV music videos that all tend to look the same eventually. I would like to take Panic At the Disco's 9 in the afternoon video (someone please enlighten me as to what the hell that video means) and splice it in with Snoop's Dogg's Sexual Seduction/Eruption (whatever) homage to the 70s. Imagine the possibilities.
