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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Weekend Finds, James Blake, Update on Cute Brits

Random assortment of postings today.

First off, I totally drained my bank account this weekend. First off was a shopping trip to the Tarjet avec Erin and Mike for supplies for the hurricane victims who have been shipped up here to the DC Armory. We purchased soap, wipe naps, deodorant, tampons, crayons, socks, underwear, sports bras, games and other essentials.

Secondly, was my first amazing find of the day, namely a Hello Kitty watch--oversized with a thick cuff strap for a mere 13 dollars. I have been watchless for almost a year due to an unfortunate clash of ADD and petty theivery at Logan Airport some time ago. Nice to be able to know the time without having to consult my cell phone. This gem is square shaped and tells time in analog, rather than digital fashion. It is pink and white and has a drawing of Kitty on its face and ticks in a most satisfying and comforting manner.

After that was my pillage of the NARS counter at Saks. I won't go into all the details, as some of my readers are guys and are sure to not care a lick about my foray into debt by designer eyeshadow. But let it be said that NARS lip gloss in Pillow Talk is by far the most perfect shade of lip color ever invented. It's subtle and pink and glossy and feels like silk on your lips. Plus, it's named after a Doris Day film, which is rather cool in a coy, retro-lady-like kinda way.

Lastly, a new pair of shades to replace the ones sacrificed in the glove compartment of a certain SUV. Square and tortishell--hello Ms. Onasis!

Now, on to this article in the Times about James Blake. Ever since the retirement of Pete Sampras, the US tennis community has been searching for the next big thing. Looks like we finally may have found it in James, especially if we can keep him injury and trauma-free. By all accounts, he's humble and well-adjusted; and I saw him signing autographs at Legg-Mason a couple of years ago, and I can confirm that he is just as beautiful in person as he is in the photos.

Finally, I spent an interesting evening at the Pour House on Penn Ave SE this weekend. It was an interesting collision of elements of my recent past--experiences during my stint as that kind of girl (i am now reformed, in case you wanted to know) . I have nothing terribly juicy to report, nor would I even if I did, but let's just say that if you're still wondering where to find the cute Brits now that the Lounge is currently down for the count, make your way to the Pour House and be sure to bring plenty of quarters for the pool table.


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