Archive for January, 2008
Last night I met several girls from JLA for a late dinner at Lola Bellini Bar. It was such a see and be seen place. Thankfully, I looked half way decent since I came from work. Our reservation got messed up due to several people canceling at the last minute. While we waited for our table and talked I could not help but people watch.
It has been awhile since I have been out in Buckhead and this place was packed. The bar was crammed with people and every table was taken at almost 9 pm on a Wednesday night. And in times like these I think that is saying something. I was scoping out the scene of afterwork drunks, couples, singles, the whole bit, while talking to my friend. We were discussing some of the slutty looking girls in the place and the guys trying to pick them up. I had a clear view of the door and was watching who entered the bar too. Two girls started to come thru the double doors and I pointed to my friend how skanky they looked. Mind you I could not see one face. Both were dressed in black with leather jackets and really black short skirts. The one that I could not see her face had on thigh high black boots on that laced up the back. My first thought was “What 80′s music video did these two roll out of?” And then I saw the girl’s face. Shit!!! I know her. And she saw me.
Hey Anonymous Aquaintance! I said. She had raccoon eyes and wanted to know if I was here with the Little League. No, I am here with the Junior League, I said. Thankfully, that ended quickly.
We ended up having to leave and go to a different restaurant since a table never became available. That is fine because the scene was just getting to our whole group and girls at the desk were total bitches.
The boots are just burned in my brain though.
I LOVE 10 Ten Nail Bar. It is my Mom and I’s favorite place now. It is so clean. It is so cute and modern. And I have never had a bad experience. Personally, I get the OPI treatments. These are a step up from the Signature Treatments. Plus, the special chair that leans all the way back is the absolute best. I have to say for a step up from your normal walk-in spot this is the best out of the many options that have recently opened in Atlanta. Usually an appointment is advised. And after you can go pick up dinner at Alon’s or Doc Chey’s.
If you want more info, please click here. You won’t regret it. I fell asleep today in the chair after a very rough day. It was fab.
I just changed my blogger ID from Atlanta Social to Leslie Ann. When I started this thing I had meant to keep it more impersonal and that included an impersonal id. Then the site got personal. Now I am taking it back to more impersonal. Especially since I travel and am getting busier with work.
Because you already know me and my name is already all over this blog, you can call me by my name. Don’t stalk though. It won’t be appreciated.
I am finally back in Atlanta. Heading back out again in a couple of days.
Anyhoo, here is one recommendation I have recently found. (Thanks, E3.)
We found this beer down at Dean & Deluca in Georgetown and it is a beer that E3 has wanted to try for quite some time. The thing is, you only need one. And from a drinker, don’t say I did not warn you.
It is not like any other beer I have ever tasted. We really enjoy a good IPA and this is the ultimate. Very little of the beer is made each year. I would recommend clicking on the distributor map provided on the Dogfish website to find out where you can get yours.
P.S. E3 is the way my husband’s family differentiates between all the E’s. They call each other by their number. So that is how he is going to be referred to from now on.
I don’t care what political affiliation you are and I am not going to tell you mine. But I found this funny.
Electile Dysfunction: the inability to become aroused over any of the choices for president put forth by either party in the 2008 election year.
I don’t get the whole “but they are huge in Japan” thing. Why are skanks with long blonde hair huge in Japan? Here is a link to a post from Dlisted regarding the latest flavors of the moment, the Landers women. See picture below.
(And this picture also pisses me off because of the Tory Burch bag. I am having a love moment with Tory and this ruins it.)
Same with the Hiltons and Tinsley Mortimer. The Hiltons are known skanks, not so sure about Tinsley. And everyone gets a Samantha Thavasa contract to “design”.
How about me? I feel like I could be big in Japan too. I’m fun. I like glamour. In my own mind, I am sure other people would buy my taste in handbags and clothes. Not that I have design experience, but that obviously does not matter to Samantha Thavasa.
Maybe I should of tried this when I was younger and still dancing on tables like Paris. Not walking around construction sites in a hard hat and pink polo. If that’s not glamorous and totally marketable, I don’t know what is.
Had a few blog issues. This is the same info I posted earlier. Abbyhugs is from a very talented designer out of Nashville. You can get in contact with her thru her myspace page here. Please check out the items she made for Tabitha here. Tabitha’s post also tells where to buy in Nashville.
I soooo jealous of that hat and I like the other ones in the pictures on the myspace page. Remember she is super sweet and would love to hear from you.
This is my second day of sitting in a Starbucks, paying T-Mobile for internet, since the GHETTO apartment complex that we have to rent from is having issues with cable/internet service. AND it is starting to flurry. I want to tell you about what happened in Mexico to Ed, but the decision has been made to not reveal to much about him any more. Something about looking for a consulting job, wanting to be an upstanding citizen and not burn bridges in science. Whatever. Continental Airlines SAVED him and they are our new favorite Airline.
Anyway, I now have 2 new Spring dresses and 2 silk tunics from J.McLaughlin and am going tonight to pick up my new Choos that that the Atlanta Jimmy store had the Boston Jimmy store send to the Chevy Chase Jimmy store. Love new shoes.
Pray that I don’t freeze to death.