Category Archives: Places

FASHION and STYLE Paris report

Hi Dorigen,

While we were in Nashville, spotting pedal pushers and a lot of orange, our Aunt Anne was in Paris, soaking up the fabulousness.

AuntAnne

Here are her brilliant and enlightening insights:

FASHION and STYLE Paris report. Female hair styles for teens/20’s beachy hair; no highlights! 30+ short hair and not styled but “wash and wear”. Men sport 2″ or longer hair; little evidence of shaved. Dresses/skirts are knee-length or longer. Skinny jeans rein for both sexes. Parisians seem to have the skinniest, longest legs so they look fabulous. Rare to see heels; flats are all the rage and/or strappy shoes. Must have straps around the ankle. Men seem to love the suede slip-ons. The latter aggressively embrace style; that’s why there are numerous men’s boutiques. Me? I look like a tourist.

I love this woman.

Em

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 11,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 18 years to get that many views.

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Water Parks

Emily,

Please explain a water park.

Dorigen

Dorigen, 

Water parks are a wonderful thing. 

Do you remember “J’s Amusements Park” in Guerneville, CA?  It was deep in the middle of the tallest woods and across from the best pee-wee golf ever.  The park had a questionable water slide with mild (pre-teen “lifeguard”) supervision.   It was wonderful.

Most recently I visited the other water park of my childhood – “Noah’s Ark” in Wisconsin Dells, WI.  Under new management and because I am now in my 30’s, the experience was unfortunately lackluster.  Half the park was closed and we ran out of things to do in just a couple hours.  Our last visit a few years ago lasted two full days and resulted in a deeply earned sunburn. 

Still, water parks, are one of my favorite vacation options.  Every single water park, regardless of when it was built, is a trip back to the 80’s – lots of neon, frivolity, and teenagers.  While I could do without the teenagers (I have recently decided than anyone under the age of 32 is the worst), I love this nonsense world of decadence and splashing. 

Emily

Team Building

Emily,

My bowels are filled with dread as I prepare for a 2-day work retreat. I wouldn’t mind so much if it had the possibility of being something like this:

But it’s going to be two full days of poorly conceived powerpoint presentations in a crappy hotel in Connecticut. What is the worst work-related activity you’ve had to be a part of?

Dorigen

Dorigen,

Girl, I am all for team building.  Um, my senior high school camping trip ended in my group winning the team building award, and I think it was in large part to me publically apologizing to a girl I was mildly rude to my freshman year, for jumping into the lake from my canoe to help teach best rescue techniques, and for using the plastic bag that held our props for the talent competition as a hair piece, because we ran out of props. 

I will trust-exercise anyone under the table. 

These events are an excuse to do ridiculous things with people that can otherwise be intimidating or annoying.  Have fun.  But to answer your question, the worst work related activity that I have had to endure is sharing a large bathroom.  Ugg.

Emily   

Cinnabon

Emily,

Please explain Cinnabon.

Dorigen

Dorigen,

Mt. Dew may be nectar from the Gods, but a Cinnabon is my ambrosia.  I will consistently walk past the delicious scent of Mrs. Field’s cookies at the mall food court* for these excessively large, decadently undercooked, dessert/breakfast/lunch/dinner/reason-to-live treats. 

And then Burger King made a deal.  Chicago is littered with display Cinnabon balloons, that I could easily excuse if they were wearing a Burger King crown tipped to the side.    

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After (multiple) taste tests at the BK, I have found that… Lost is the freshness.  Lost is the experience of watching expert part-time teenagers and the occasional sassy crazy person make these rolls (these “bons,” if you will) from scratch, right in front of you, with a pound of butter like the heavens intended.  Lost is the gargantuan size.  Lost is the recipe too, because I swear they taste different – is that WHEAT flour I taste? 

I don’t like to see my big babies this way, but I’ll tell you straight, my future is sealed – I will never enter a Burger King again without ordering this dessert. Stale or not, these are ancillary Cinnabons, which is infinitely better than no Cinnabons.

Emily

P.S. If you noticed the * and if you saw the movie “Mallrats,” then you know a correction is about to take place.  “The food court is downstairs. The cookie stand is upstairs… Eateries that operate within the designated square downstairs count as food court. Anything outside of said designated square counts as an autonomous unit for mid-mall snacking.”  Apparently. 

Emily,

Wait, there are no free standing cinnabons anymore???  That was my airport treat!  Oh the humanity.  Between this and Taco Bell, part of my soul has died.

Dorigen

Dorigen,

OMG, no, you can still purchase Cinnabons at your local mall or airport; in fact, might I suggest we start a franchise?  Sorry for the confusion / horror; I was just sayin’ I could walk around not eating a Cinnabon or I could walk to my local BK (which is only a block away, next to the Dunkin Donuts) and pick up a stale sort-of Cinnabon.

Emily