Happy Halloween!

Am going to the Annual Halloween Party as Cleopatra. Will likely freeze my tush right off. Will post pictures at a later date.

Single

So now am the only remaining member of the Pashmina Mafia whose adventures now consist of late nights in fron of the TV watching Jersy Shore and eating ice cream. This must change. But finding gals one can let loose with and have fun and be sure nothing said or done will come back to haunt me is difficult if not near impossible. A few candidates look promising - the Gypsy, Lulu, Big Red - but travelling distance makes frequent debauchery hard to schedule. Also debauchery on a shoe-string post-condo purchasing budget is hard to indulge in. *Le Sigh* It's going to be a long boring winter.

Recruitment Drive 2009

Have severed ties with 2 former members of the Pashmina Mafia. It had to be done. I can suffer only so many fools glady and I have hit my quota for the year.

I Will be accepting resumes for fiesty fun and fearless females sans body-image hangups and non-self-involvement to the point of obsfucation of all and anyone else. Be fab. Be friendly. Be forgiving.

Laissez les bonnes temps roulez!

a post-Mardi-Gras Party summary...

I looked “fierce” IMHO.
I arrived already a little shitfaced from pre-drinking. Vodka and seltzer in a water bottle is a lovely bus and subway apperitif.
Was a bit phony-friendly with S when I literally bumped into her at the bar. Hugged and kissed her because I know she HATES that, germs and cooties and all of that.
Groped the Dick in exchange for beads
Dirty danced with a dirty Frenchman
Dirty Frenchman bought me a drink
P bought me a drink
Spilled my drink down P's wife R's back
Licked spilled drink off of R's back. One cannot waste perfectly good alcohol in this economy.
Someone else offered to replace my drink.
Realized it’s very easy to get men to buy me drinks, just ask, and pout, and repay with a kiss.
Nicely kissed (no tongue) B (who was also fairly shitfaced) and he said he missed me. I realized I miss him too.
Very drunk M said she liked me “no matter what anyone says” which made me laugh and realized I am not famous, am infamous. Which I much rather prefer.
I danced.
And danced.
And danced.
Came home alone at 2:30am with a very nice cabbie whose name I couldn't pronounce sober much less 3 sheets to the wind and we talked about the economy.
All else is foogy.
Was a glorious nite.

Frugalicious

Velvet Rose is feeling blue today.

I paid off a bunch of my bills this morning and have come to the bleak realization that there will be no swanky cocktails, shoe, clothes or makeup purchases nor even lunch purchases from the cute new sushi boite, for a rather long time.

Budgeting was never my forte. Unless I can find a sweet sugar Daddy interested in a temporary arrangement, it seems I have to be frugal for the next little while. And unfortunately frugal also may mean anti-social.

Apologies in advance to my dear friends. How about a nice girl's poker nite and pot luck, or a Girl's Nite In with popcorn and movies?

http://www.thesimpledollar.com/2008/07/17/100-things-to-do-during-a-money-free-weekend/

Leaving the Comfort Zone

Every so often I find myself wrapped too tightly in the security of my comfort zone. I stop trying to do new things, meet new people, or expand my mindset. The circle of friends is getting smaller and smaller and I don't think it's up to them anyway to keep me out of my rut. They have things to do as well.

So today I am going to a swanky bar in the downtown core to have overpriced drinks with a bunch of strangers. A cocktail meeting of other women in the same boat brought together by an internet chat-room post. Why the hell not? The worst thing that can happen is that they don't like my shoe/handbag combo and sniff and turn up their noses and turn their backs on me. Boo frikken hoo. At best I'll have a drink in my hand, and we all know that copious amounts of alcohol is the best social lubricant.

SATC and The Pashmina Mafia

This coming Friday me and the gals are finally going to go see Sex and the City: The Movie. We tried to go opening weekend but it was sold out. Crazy. We plan on drinking many martinis and Cosmopolitans and teetering in our Jimmy Choos.

I wasn't always a fan of SATC, but once I started watching I was a little shocked and comforted at the parallels between my life and the lives of the characters - we were going through very similar situations in our dating lives. It was nice to know I wasn't the only one.

People have said I am a "Samantha", but I like to think I am a little bit of all of them combined. I can be super-confident and sexually liberated like Samantha (although we all know her overt confidence often masked a deeper insecurity). I can also be obsessively romantic and prudish like Charlotte and have often called upon her eternal hope and optimism to see myself through things. I can also be a bit self-loathing and uber-critical of men like Miranda, but like her, needing the stability and grounding of a man who will love me even through my crazy episodes. And I'm a lot like Carrie. Carrie and Big. Too much like her for my liking sometimes. Except for the shoe obsession. I only have about 100 pairs. Really.

Will report back on what we thought of the film next week.