so the new hot thing right now is paparazzi for the masses. i've been reading about it all over the place. there are these companies that will actually follow you around after you've sent them your itinerary for a day and stalk you like the paparazzi.
interesting? yes.
interested? no.
i mean, being Lethal Lady is pretty high profile in itself...but would i want to have to pay someone to follow me around and pretend i was important.
not really.
so there are two sites that i've specifically seen that do this:
this one is silly. they follow you around and yell your name. people interview you and then you get a fake magazine with your picture on it. i mean....get a life. seriously.
this one....i find very strangely compelling. they don't act all weird and call out your name or whatever...what they do is follow you around, secretly, and take candid pictures of you. its like....voyeurism that you pay for. right? and you sure pay, it's expensive.... but i kind of like the idea.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Indulge
my friend turned 50 yesterday, and she had a party in the back room at this little italian place in center city philly.
it was so much fun, great people, great food, and great wine. i splurged a little (or a lot) on the drinks, and couldn't stop popping calamari and mini carrot cake muffins. (not at the same time, but i definitely went back and forth between the two).
everyone was dressed up, sassy women in dresses and summer skirts, all the men (though half of them were probably gay) looked so dapper in their polo shirts and dress pants. i love a good party. i had a blast. i talked to everyone, even though i only knew a handful of people. and the woman throwing the party was radiant in her lemon yellow sundress.
in the midst of a conversation i was having with one group of people, the topic of indulgence came up. it's hard not to think about indulgence when you're in a party situation, food being passed around and 100 bottle of wine sitting on the table ready to be drunk.
one gentleman there, whom i know pretty well, was eating a brownie, when he turned to me and asked...
"lethal," he asked, "if you had to choose...brownie or sex...which would you?"
i thought for a moment. picked up another brownie from the pile and took a bite...(heavenly)...and answered:
"brownie"
"really?" he asked...i'm sure he was surprised at my response.
"well..." i answered..."it lasts longer..." and, quite frankly, it does.
they were pretty big brownies.
it was so much fun, great people, great food, and great wine. i splurged a little (or a lot) on the drinks, and couldn't stop popping calamari and mini carrot cake muffins. (not at the same time, but i definitely went back and forth between the two).
everyone was dressed up, sassy women in dresses and summer skirts, all the men (though half of them were probably gay) looked so dapper in their polo shirts and dress pants. i love a good party. i had a blast. i talked to everyone, even though i only knew a handful of people. and the woman throwing the party was radiant in her lemon yellow sundress.
in the midst of a conversation i was having with one group of people, the topic of indulgence came up. it's hard not to think about indulgence when you're in a party situation, food being passed around and 100 bottle of wine sitting on the table ready to be drunk.
one gentleman there, whom i know pretty well, was eating a brownie, when he turned to me and asked...
"lethal," he asked, "if you had to choose...brownie or sex...which would you?"
i thought for a moment. picked up another brownie from the pile and took a bite...(heavenly)...and answered:
"brownie"
"really?" he asked...i'm sure he was surprised at my response.
"well..." i answered..."it lasts longer..." and, quite frankly, it does.
they were pretty big brownies.
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