Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Call Me Ishmael.

Some months ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse...I decided I'd get a Moby Dick themed tattoo. (See what I did there, hm?) It goes without saying, Moby Dick is one of my all time favorites. I'm so incredibly happy with the results. It's even better than I imagined.  It was done by the wonderful folks down at Dovetail Tattoo. Now, as the weather warms up, I'm excited to finally have a chance to wear tanks and cute dresses to show off this marvelous piece.  

Stay Classy,

Friday, March 21, 2014

The One With the Crazy Eyebrows

As I mentioned a couple weeks ago, I gave online dating a try. Let me tell you, it's exactly what you would expect (unless you're expecting to A. get murdered or B. get married). Anyway, too much attention from people that care too little, half-baked plans to meet, and a lot of disappointment. Besides that, I've had fun.

Eyebrows seemed cute and sweet enough. He had relatively good taste, a beard, and thought I was good-looking--all things I want in a man. We made plans to meet for a drink that Friday night. I let him pick the place, which was a mistake. He chose a bar with no parking on a heavily congested street. Being the terrible parker that I am, I was 20 minutes late. Strike 1! He was understanding enough and we quickly got drinks (which he bought) and were situated out on the breezy patio. Finally being able to get a good look at him I noticed his eyebrows. The ends arched up, making him look perpetually surprised or villainous given the situation. I don't think I'm a particularly superficial person, but that night I could not look away from his eyebrows. At least it looked like I was making good (albeit creepy) eye contact.

The conversation did not flow. It was peppered with a lot of awkward silences which I tried to cover by taking long sips of my drink. Needless to say, my margarita ran dry too quickly. Strike 2! It was during margarita numero dos, that I asked him about his experience with online dating. He told me he had gone on a couple of dates, but lack of chemistry had made him deliver this line "I'll call you," which we all know means, "You will never hear from me." So I asked him what he thought of our "date". He said he would call. Having just been told what that meant, I--being the brash individual we all hate to love--asked him if that meant he would actually be calling or not.

"I'll call you."

Strike 3!

Stay Classy,

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

I'm Back--Maybe?

So I have plenty of excuses on hand for my lack of posts. Will I use them? No, because it's not worth it. All I have to say is life gets in the way. It's hectic at times, sometimes it's unnervingly boring. Now hopefully, I'll be back for good.

Sunday morning I found myself waking up too early, slightly hungover, and with an intense craving for greasy breakfast tacos. So I headed over to my favorite little hole in the wall (no literally it is a hole in a wall--well window) for some tortilla-wrapped hangover relief. Do you see those four tacos? No, I didn't have four friends with me. Those were all mine. A girl's gotta eat.

Anyway, the story of how I got here is long and mostly boring. Well, I mean, there was a night of imbibing and whatnot. That's not the full story though. I'm tacking on a retrospective look at the past couple of months. Don't worry this isn't going to turn into an incredibly long post; I'll economize. All I'll say is, I gave online dating a try. It was interesting to say the least, but no marriage proposals here. I'll be posting on here about my experience and my favorite (read: cringe-worthy) dates. Remember this should be fun.

Stay Classy,

Thursday, July 11, 2013

The Great Unveiling

Once upon a time, this blog was "anonymous". In part because I had wanted to take it in a different direction and also because I value my privacy--there are many busybodies out there. Seeing as this blog is not sordid in nature, tonight I have decided to stop hiding behind this persona (so basically you can see my eyes now-- great disguise). My name is Michelle and I choose to be the open book I always wanted to be. I will not go back and edit my past posts because in keeping with my new-found openness, I'm too lazy. And now, some shameless narcissism in its most natural form: selfies.

When I started this blog
Pretending to be Adele
Glamour shots with a young Oliver
Freshly cut hair

False slumber on my part

Stay Classy,

P.S. I still like signing off like this so that's staying.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Shouting Matches

Justin Vernon, Brian Moen, & Phil Cook

Anyone not living under a rock must know Bon Iver at this point. So we've all been there, loved that--good we're on the same page. So what comes next for the Grammy winner? More falsetto singing accompanied with a quivering guitar? Not exactly. Instead he does the exact opposite. You know in For Emma, For Ever Ago, when the louder more intense the song got, how Justin Vernon's voice grew grainy? Well, in this new side-project he focuses on just that. I've been listening to Grownass Man on NPR's First Listen, The Shouting Matches' debut album. Post-Grammy, I think it's a wonderful move for him; it's playful and loose and shows he's still that down-to-Earth guy who spent months sequestered in a cabin perfecting his music. The more I listen, the more I fall in love. His voice instead of the falsetto we've grown to love, deepens into a smoky croon. Oh and the guitar, sometimes boozy, definitely bluesy--just about makes the tracks. Also let us not forget the drums, they are upbeat, get discordant at times, but they just pair so perfectly with the feel of this album. This album is happy and free from constraints; just three guys doing what they do best.

Stay Classy,
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