Idiots

Pretty amazing video...
http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/8063d74c6c/idiots-with-zoe-saldana-kate-bosworth

Something You'd Write to YM About

Remember those embarrassing stories you used to read in mags like YM and Seventeen when you were in middle school? "Oh I totally farted in front of my crush....I was mortified....I can never show my face in English again..." Well I need a new word for mortified. Dave's Dad, Dr. Bartz, was kind enough to take us out for a round of golf last Sunday at his country club in the 'burbs. Sunday was also the day after Blackout 17 and needless to say Dave and I were struggling a little bit.  But we started off the round feeling refreshed by the fresh air and we ready to get our golf on.
My first and second shots began to veer right for some reason, which was a problem I thought I had corrected 2 years ago. Hole #12 comes along and I shank my drive so I have a long second shot. Naturally I pull out my trusty 3 wood and get ready to take a shot. Well, we were playing ready golf and Dr. B was up ahead to the right looking for his ball...I think you know where this is going.
So I take my swing and hit a line drive slightly to the right and directly at Dr. B's cart.  I was so in shock by what was about to go down that I couldn't even muster up a "FORE." SMACK! My ball strikes Dr. B right in the quad.  For about 3 seconds, it felt as if time stood still.  I dropped my club looked at Dave and didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream for help.  Dr. B immediately took off for the halfway house to get some ice, but at the time it seemed as if he was sooo mad, he was just going to be finished for the day. When all was said and done, we had a drink afterwards and somehow got an invite back to play. Maybe next time I'll leave the deadly 2 wood in my bag...

Hives in the City

Ok kids, I'm back!

After nearly a month of nothing, I finally have the time to give a little update on what's new and exciting.  Here's a little 27th bday re-cap of Dave and my first trip to NYC together...which I have a feeling won't happen again for a long, loooonnng time. This trip also represented the beginning of the hive epidemic, which plagued my existence for about 3 weeks.

Although this trip was a much different experience than when I used to visit Katie in the city, she managed to still add a bit of Katie-ness by having a fabulous bottle of champagne sent to our room upon arrival to the Empire (yes that’s chez Chuck Bass on GG).  On Friday DB and I walked across Central Park, meandered around the MET, and played around 5th Ave for a little bit.   For my bday, Dave bought me these amazing gunmetal metallic Capri-style sandals which were custom made on the spot at Bendel's.  I've worn them essentially every day since the trip, to the point to where I think I need to have rubber put on the bottom.  Amazing shoes from an amazing BF! (I recently changed Dave's homepage to this blog, a change he has no idea how to undo, so every time he boots up IE my blog appears...ha). Friday night, we had one of our top 3 favorite dinners ever so far as a couple at Stanton Social and it was definitely worth the hype. I even topped off the dinner with 2 of my own red velvet twinkies...bliss.

Saturday night, Dave and I ventured out too Brooklyn with his good friend Nick and his wonderful GF Alex to frolic amongst hipsters in their natural habitat.  After dinner at Brooklyn’s finest backstreet pizza joint (even though I’m not a big za fan, it was still fairly decent) we meandered around the neighborhood in search a  pre-train back to the city beverage. A $15 cover, a strange abandoned conversion van,some anti-establishment art/graffiti, and some sore feet later (didn’t get the memo about wearing flats instead of my 5.5” Gucci platform birthday sandals on the trek to BK), we ended up in someone’s garage with a tiki bar, stripper pole, and karaoke machine.  Not really my ideal place to ring in my 27th year of life. 1 drink turns in to 2 drinks, which turns into shots, which turns into me stopping drinking so I didn’t blackout in some random warehouse in BK. We find the train to get back into the city and all I want to do is sit outside somewhere at a table and have some celebratory bday drinks  (it was a perfect temperature outside).  We ended up at a basement bar which, consequently, completely destroys and dinner buzz I still had and I waved goodbye to my birthday night out. No shots, no cake, no bday song, no bday drink…nothing.  Was it my worst birthday ever? Probably wasn’t as bad as my 16th when I was accidently stood up (long story). Either way, looking forward to officially becoming gross next year (28 is my scary age).