When I Do A Flawless Cat Eye With Liquid Liner
When the Pharmacist Retrieves My Xanax Refill
I would do this like every lunch hour if I needed to work.
No offense but literally, I feel like I should just go anyway. All the men who show up are probably employed, right?
How fun is this: In the middle of their workday, office employees in Midtown Manhattan have started trekking to lunch-hour dance parties held at nightclubs.
These include Laurie Batista, 31, an executive assistant at an advertising agency…
… she was wearing purple lensless Wayfarer-style glasses, waving a footlong foam glow stick and mouthing the words to Warren G’s “Regulate.”
Around her, hundreds of other revelers did similar things: a guy in Chuck Taylors moonwalked across the dance floor, a man in a hoodie threw up his hands to form the “W” that stands for the rap group Wu-Tang Clan. Strobe lights bounced off a giant disco ball. Sweat glistened on foreheads. “Gin and Juice” thumped. Cheers erupted. It was midday, but inside Marquee, it could have been 2 a.m. [NYT]
Sounds far less pathetic than eating over my keyboard.
The DJ’s at these affairs include Questlove of The Roots, and aside from the all the twenty- and thirty-something attendees are some retirees.
“I just happened to be walking by and a young lady gave me a flier and I said, ‘O.K., I have nothing else to do for lunch,’ ” said Dorothy Vazquez, a 68-year-old resident of Brownsville, Brooklyn, who happened on the latest Lunch Beat. Ms. Vazquez said she normally dances at her local seniors center. She smiled, surveying the people filing into the club. “I’m looking forward to boogieing,” she said.
Latest White Girl Accessory Mash-Up = Amazeballs
Mix a little bit of these:
A little bit of that:
And now you have….THIS:
This is so right on so many levels. I need this in my life like, yesterday.
Pic of the Day
Queen Kate: livin’ it up, not givin’ a whaaat.
New National Holiday: April 30
When I was a younger white girl, I had multiple condom fails with my first boyfriend. He had the eyes of Zac Efron and the brain of Ryan Lochte after 17 bong rips. God bless him! This was before the whole spiderweb/semen throwing was trendy (that makes me feel so old, lollzz), so I had to take Plan B on occasion. The only way I could get Plan B was to bribe my older sister’s slutty friends to buy it for me. This was always an ordeal, I had to endure tons of teasing and lectures from those coked-out muppets.
My point is: I should have been able to get that shit myself without being harassed and blackmailed by jelly bitches (who now live in Pasadena with their jeggings, lumpy silicone and regret).
April 30th, 2013 happened so that tons of young babes can be responsible without relying on elders to stay baby-free. J’loves it!
Coachella Wardrobe: Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Weekend #2
As if anyone goes to weekend #2! Lolzz
You’ll be alone in a giant dirty field so wear whatever you want, I guess.
There is nothing more chic than a hot babe smoking weed.
Coachella Wardrobe: Sunday, Weekend #1
Today you’re ready to throw in the towel, but you need to keep up your stamina! Don’t worry, you can sleep on your private jet or in the back of a purring, air-conditioned SUV tomorrow. Take an adderall and buck up, babes.
Sunday’s lineup inspiration: The Lumineers, Wu-Tang Clan and Grimes. You’re so fucking alternative it hurts.
Hospital bracelet that you saved from your exhaustion stint. A great conversation piece!