Spending time with one of my favorite people is NEVER a chore. . . and our most recent weekend was no exception!
We revisited an old haunt, and walked away with amazing new books!
With considerable pinspirational eye candy we tackled making stellar headband-roses . . . and succeeded! I’ll have to share my pictures of that one some other time since I cleaned my room and can’t seem to find anything today!
We watched part one of the Epic Saga Gone With The Wind:
Amid the scads of fun projects we tackled, one lovely little project got lost. Since we got so caught up watching Scarlet O’Hara’s obnoxiously tenacious crush on Ashley, we never got around to making our ever-blooming “flower” arrangements. Finally, a week or two later, I managed to find the time!
I love fresh flowers and these are a nice low-cost substitute! All you need is bare branches/sticks and scrapbook paper!
As I was reading through Lemonde.fr’s account of Dujardin’s performance, I couldn’t help but notice an advertisement along the bottom of the screen.
It is now officially my new favorite multiple choice question.
Also. . . don’t you think this could be answered “Any of the above”?
My Unprofessional Reactions and Reflections: The first 25 thoughts to go through my mind while watching 84th Academy Awards
Preface: It is truly magnificent that I can sit on my couch under my snuggly blanket with my scraggly-looking hair and watch beautiful people . . . who have spent hours (or days) getting ready for this soiree. In case my thoughts are too . . . well . . . provoking . . . don’t worry! I’m not judging, just enjoying the performance. Also, I am only allowing myself only 25 thoughts. . . one for each of my years.
2.) One of the most talked-of dresses was also one of the most uncomfortable people in red-carpet interviews, Rooney Mara. . . so there’s hope for those slighly awkward people out there! She’s lucky to get compared to Audrey Hepburn, though. Ignore my commentary on her awkwardness. It’s probably just jealousy.
3.) George Clooney’s Mom is in GOOD shape. . . and watching the “mominees” was all sorts of warm and fuzzy.
6.) Jean Dujardin. I must comment on him because he is French and I am a French Teacher. I know nothing about the poor man, but he seemed a little at a loss for words. I’m so glad he clarified his views on stardom: “I’m not a puppet, I’m an artist”. . . such an original stance. I DID however, like his appreciation-points on Living in America: He loves turning right on red, seeing “the American faces”, and (drumroll please) . . . the cinnamon rolls. Plus he still kisses hands. Which is classic.
7.) Michelle Williams wore a fuchsia version of coral. Michelle is a gorgeous little pixie of a person, but to be totally honest the dress wasn’t anything to write home about. On the other hand, I am obsessed with the bow-brooch at her waistline!
8.) J-Lo, my dear, I thank God for dress tape, on your behalf.
10.) As for Zach Galifianakis’s interview, well, his awkwardness definitely spoke to the fact that he’d never been at an awards ceremony before, but it’s okay. He may not have an Oscar, but he’s been forever immortalized in song by Hott Chelle Rae. Thanks to the current tendency to over-play the top 20 on hit-radio stations, song trumps golden statue ANY day as far as getting recognition in real-life!
12.) Cameron Diaz (and Gwyneth Paltrow, for that matter) must sleep in formaldehyde. On a somewhat related note, it made me very happy to hear that Cameron Diaz and Gwyneth Paltrow got ready together.
14.) Watching the briefcases enter, I sort of wondered what would happen if one of the stars went NUTS and just tackled the accountant-carriers to the ground. OR, even better, what if MULTIPLE stars tackled them? It would be incredibly epic.
20.) I thoroughly enjoyed the “Winners Walk with Tom Hanks” portion of the evening. Tom Hanks is magnificent. Says “I’ll be danged”, gets paparazzi to wave at/mug for the camera . . . just utter magnificence.
21.) HAH! Brian Grazer openly admits that they’re doing tequila shots in the back to “calm their nerves”. Good thing Don Mischer isn’t doing shots with the crew in the TV truck.
22.) Morgan Freeman, when you walk out on stage and you make that inside-joke point out to somebody in the crowd, I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE POINTING AT! Seriously.
23.) These are the thoughts that ran through my head during Billy Crystal’s Introductory Movie Magic.
George Clooney just kissed Billy Crystal.
“Have fun stormin’ the Fuhrur!” was a nice Princess Bride nod.
Tom Cruise? What???
I’m so glad Billy Crystal pretended to be TinTin. And that there was a nod to Harry Potter fans.
What are they going to do for a host when Billy Crystal dies?
. . . And now I cut myself off. I will enjoy the rest of the show & the far-above-average commercials sans written commentary.
Any reactions of your own to share?
I have spent a month of my life in Paris.
#1: The Café
#2: The Musée Rodin
#3:Le Centre Pompidou
After viewing your fill of Rodin masterpieces, if it’s not late in the day and you still have time, I’d assess my mood. If I wanted to do some cool walking/exploring/shopping and see some awesome street performers and such I would head to the big square in front of the Centre Pompidou and chill there for a while. It’s honestly not a museum I would bother going into unless you’re obsessed with modern weird art, but there’s usually a lot of fun going on outside! I’d probably watch the street performers until I got bored and then I would go walk around le marais district, which is pretty nearby and wonderfully full of cute cafes, patisseries, bakeries and both expensive and consignment shops. It’s a nice outdoor place to walk about and you see so much in parisjust by walking around.
#7: Notre Dame de Paris
#8: Les Bateaux-Mouches
#9: The Ballet at L’Opéra Garner
#10: Tall Monuments
La Tour Eiffel
L’arc de Triomphe
Summary of The Best Possible Day in Paris
- arrive, grab something to eat and some coffee while the city wakes up
- mosey to the Musee Rodin and see all of the gorgeous sculptures, inside and outside
- hop a metro to the Opéra Garnier, where you can buy tickets to the ballet, if that’s in your evening agenda
- since Rue Royale isn’t far, I’d probably get macarons at this point!
- head over to the Centre Pompidou
- explore a little on the way (probably stumble onto some cool monuments or stop and see the Louvre pyramids if you overshoot! If it’s rainy out, I might even sub a trip to the Louvre in for the Pompidou experience!)
- See if there are any cool street musicians or performers about in Pompidou
- walk to le Marais, exploring on the way (there’s le Tour St. Jacques and other interesting spots all along the way)
- grab some yummy falafel at L’As du Falafal as a very late lunch/early dinner
- walk south towards Ile St. Louis (you’ll see a bunch of state buildings on the way)
- get Berthillon ice cream and eat it while you walk over Pont St. Louis to Notre Dame.
- Do a walkthrough of Notre Dame de Paris
- walk back north towards the bateaux mouches stations and take a boat trip as the sun sets.
- disembark and either grab a taxi to the Eiffel Tower or head to the Champs Elysées (if you take the metro to Georges V, you’ll still have a chance to walk a bit to see the Arc)
- head back towards the Palais Garnier (Rue de l’Opéra) and maybe clean myself up a bit.
- watch a gorgeous ballet/opera and explore the palais during intermission
- post-opera, either grab a taxi to the eiffel tower or head to the Champs Elysées (if you take the metro to Georges V, you’ll still have a chance to walk a bit to see the Arc)
End the Evening:
- Seeing the Eiffel Tower or seeing and climbing the Arc de Triomphe, but no matter which you choose, enjoy the view
- if you’re at the Arc, maybe grab a glass (or 3) of red wine at a Champs Elysées bistro (touristy, but acceptable) before going back to where you’re staying and totally crashing from exhaustion!
I love lists.
Actually, I love the gratification of crossing something OFF a list. In fact, I have been guilty of making a list of “Things to do today” halfway through the day just so I can write down the things I’ve already done and cross them off immediately. Don’t judge; you’ve probably done it too.
Sometimes, though, life just hands you experiences that are things you never anticipated . . . and if we’re 100% honest, you might never have chosen to experience willingly. Humorously enough, AFTER they’re over, they usually become the best stories/memories and you find yourself saying ” Well, I can now cross fill-in-the-blank-crazy-experience off my bucket-list. . . after I add it!”. I believe they call this serendipity in some circles. I just call it hysterical. So, in honor of item number one, which happened exactly one year ago, here we go. . .
My Top Five Experiences Added to (but immediately crossed out on) my Bucket List:
(There has to be a better name, any ideas?)
#1: Paris, NY
“Being stuck in a Jehovah’s Witness Parking Lot with my Best Friend during a Complete White-out”
We never knew what hit us. One moment we were listening to Jim Dale read us The Deathly Hallows and then, the next, WHAM, we couldn’t see a blessed thing. We went from being swept away by the unbelievable storytelling skill, to being almost literally swept away by a crazy snowstorm. Driving from Boston to our hometown in New York was only supposed to take 6 hours. . . but on that fateful day, the six hour stretch . . . stretched. We left bright and early, ready to be home at noon. It wasn’t until 15 hours had passed, five of which we spent giggling and crying in a Jehovah’s witness church parking lot (while cars careened off the road dangerously nearby), that Kat and I rolled defeatedly into my driveway. I will never forget sitting in the breath-fogged car laughing in near hysteria while Kat (tears of worry still tucked in the corner of each eye) wrote cries for help to Edward Cullen on the windshield.
Stranded in the snowy wasteland sans access to any much-wished-for restrooms, we probably could’ve worked at identifying with the Israelites a little more. As we ran out of snacks and gas started to run low(er), we got our own bread from heaven in the form of a miraculous Wonder-bread Truck. Driven by our need to potty, with equal parts faith and desperation, we took our lives in hand and haltingly followed the polka-dotted truck out of that desolate and drifty lot in Paris, New York. It was as we drove away slowly that we laughingly realized that, despite our snowed out Saturday plans, we would always have Paris. Somehow that made it all better.
“Going out to buy pants and coming home with an awkward flat-faced kitten”
I have this major minor obsession with going shopping at Marshalls. One day, in dire need of slacks to wear to work, I talked my reluctant roommate into a trip to Marshalls, luring her with the chance to see puppies (this was a few months before her dog Winifred entered our lives/apartment) at the nearby pet store. I obligingly trudged into the pet store with her and, spotting a kitten in a much-pierced store attendant’s arms near the back, I moseyed over to check out the bundle of joy, leaving my starry-eyed puppy-lovin roomy to her own devices. As I neared the tortoiseshell little bundle of kitten, her eyes lifted to mine. I could feel the earth tilt on its axis and I finally understood what people say about love at first sight. Maybe it was just the person that pushed by me to get to the puggles, but I still knew Winky was the cat for me. She’s awkward. Have you ever read Kathy Hoopman’s book All Cats Have Asperger Syndrome? Well, mine does too. In spades. I love her. Feel free to judge me. I walked into the Mall looking for pants and I walked out with Winky. . . and a couple of dresses.
Over a year later, and I still don’t regret it. I’m embarrassingly in love with my awkward cat.
#3: The Paris Lights
“Seeing a beautiful view of the Sacré Coeur while being nuzzled by a frenchman who I thought might be kidnapping me”
I am not going to go into oodles of detail on this one. Suffice it to say: Last time I was in Paris, I struck up a good conversation with Julien, who then decided to get a little . . . romantic. With a few extreme nudges from my travel companion and a little temporary insanity, I went with him into an random apartment building, where I immediately began having second thoughts. With growing trepidation, we squeezed into the worlds smallest elevator and went up . . . and up and up and up . . . to the seventh floor of Building X. We walked down a poorly lit hall and Julien whispered into my ears that this view of Paris was just for us . . . pure romance. Also like a scene from a criminal minds intro. . . you know, the one where the girl ends up being slaughtered and Julien is really a serial killer? Suffice it to say, after leaving Building X and evading Juliens amorous embraces, I decided that I would heed my own advice from that moment forward when it comes to the romantic advances of foreign men.
But at the same time. Put it on the bucket list, then check it off friends. Right???
#4: Living out Disney at Singing Beach
“Being drenched by a Wave while nerdily re-enacting a scene from Ariel”
This is pathetically self-explanatory. All I have to add is (a) that it was an incredibly well-timed wave, (b) that my roommate saw coming and did NOT see fit to warn me about . . . and (c) that lots of people saw and were laughing. It doesn’t matter. My Live-a-Real-life-Ariel-Moment was added and subtracted to (and from) my bucket list that day.
#5: Princess Costumes
“Unintentionally being a key element in someone else’s scavenger hunt”
Believe it or not, I don’t actually try to have these things happen to me. . . they just do. Now, in this case, I was dressed as a princess for a good reason! Well, a reasonable reason. I was going to a “Princess Party” . . . for a guy I know named Andrew. But a princess party, nonetheless. It should also be noted that I was NOT the most outlandishly dressed princess at said party and notable among the attendees was a girl dressed as a full-fledged UNICORN. But I digress. Wearing this garb, I took a few friends on a quick snack-run to the nearby grocery store and waited outside while they ran in (flouncy petticoats get warm and I was wearing a pink plastic coat that made me entirely too overheated!). No sooner had my friends gone in than I man in a limousine pulled up and 12 women with pink baseball caps jetted out of the doors spewing words like BACHELORETTE PARTY, SCAVENGER HUNT and CAN’T BELIEVE WE FOUND YOU, WE NEED A PRINCESS!!! Suffice it to say, somewhere out there, probably coloring a few facebook albums, there are pictures of me in full princess getup. Boo. Yeah.
A Message for Single Ladies:
(with love from an observant fellow single lady)
Try to check yourself before taking any overly-ridiculous relationship risks; Desperation is not flattering on any figure.
I don’t care how much you want to get a certain-someone’s attention, try to maintain a little decorum and common sense. I’ve seen a few ladies put a lot on the line for a guy lately, and, to be 100% honest: some risks are a little foolhardy.