Monday, March 15, 2010

Girlfriend in a Coma (See Jane Tire)

I'm so exhausted from this weekend. Not only did I have both of my sisters in town, but it was also the St. Paddy's weekend celebration, which is huge here in Chicago. Seriously...they might take it a bit too far:


Ah, the mighty Chicago River in a lovely couleur verte. St. Patrick's Weekend in Chicago is a funny thing. All of the sudden, the terrible Irish pubs you don't dare step into any other time of the year has a line halfway 'round the block. The kelly green t-shirts that you always pass by are the only color sold out at American Apparel. And of course, you actually set your alarm for 9AM so you can get up to drink green Miller Lite at some dank bar while it's 40 degrees and raining outside.

Here is what I'm wanting, no, make that needing after a rough weekend:

Origins GinZing Eye Cream



Just call me Puff McPaddy after this weekend. I've got some dark, puffy eyes that just won't quit. Supposedly, this eye cream works wonders on lifeless, sallow eyes; I'd really like to give it a whirl. I'll give an update after I give it a sufficient test run. ($29.50 at Origins)

Anthropologie Rosette Quilt in Heather Gray


After a rainy weekend, all I can think about is a cozy bed. I think this quilt would put a smile on my face every time I climbed into bed. (We do spend a 1/3 of our life sleeping, so I think a nice bed is justifiable.) The neutral gray is perfect for every season and would go with just about any style. Do you think I can convince my boyfriend that this quilt isn't too over-the-top feminine for our future bed?
($248 at Anthropologie)

Anything Detox


Don't let the green fool you--this is strictly health business. I need dark, leafy greens in juice form. Really, just something/anything that will counteract not only the alcohol, but the empanadas I ate on Friday, the bbq wings I ate on Saturday, the Huevos Rancheros I ate on Sunday, etc. This detox juice will need to wait until Wendesday though...I have a St. Patty's party to attend tomorrow night. Pass the corned beef!

Beware the ides of March, indeed.

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