…or one of the few things I wake up early on a Saturday for! ;)
Cubanos on the curb (@ Animal)
Jon Favreau and Roy Choi hosted an El Jefe pop-up from one of my favorite movies tonight! Chef was everything, and so was this sandwich (and so was this soundtrack!).
Add a box of girl scout cookies and you’ve got my plans for this weekend.
Anthony had me create my own profile on his Netflix account so that my chick flick recommendations wouldn’t get mixed in with his chick flick recommendations, obvi.
If only Amazon Prime had this feature so I could stop getting his beard oil recommendations for a healthier, kissable beard.
Lunch with Richie Tenenbaum and Mia Wallace (@ Ocean Diner)
My 3-day weekend can’t come soon enough.
Life after Summer (@ Bradbury Building)
I can’t promise this blog won’t devolve into a Paul Walker tribute site. Fair warning.
Clearly, my dad has been using my netflix account.
They recently let go of all three of our web freelancers at work (a.k.a. my lunch buddies!).
One of them said that she misses hearing my laugh from across the office. She is the second person who has told me that. Today.
Sound must really travel in the advertising department! Yeah, that must be it…
All my favorite vampire couples are breaking up. Nothing lasts forever. Not even the love between immortals. Why even bother setting up an OKCupid profile???
NICK CARRAWAY: You can’t repeat the past.
JAY GATSBY: Why, of course you can.
I’m officially settled into my new home on Manhattan Beach Boulevard! I hired a moving company because I live in a third-floor walk-up, and I may or may not still be sore from bringing my TV up the other night! Ha. I was hoping the movers would look like Ryan Gosling à la Blue Valentine, and they did—except they looked less like Ryan Gosling in the first half of the movie and more like Ryan Gosling after they fast forwarded a decade and ripped his heart out (along with most of his hair). Them’s the breaks!
Silver Linings Playbook. Loved, loved, loved.
Shi came up to have lunch with me and watch 500 Days of Summer at Santa Monica Pier last night! LA doesn’t feel like home to me yet, but it felt like home when she was here ♥
The Temper Trap – Sweet Disposition
This post has been sitting in my drafts for the past year or two (or five), and today I finally get to publish this shiznittle bam snip snap sack!
Mr. Little Jeans – Rescue Song (RAC Remix)
When Anthony texted that he was waiting for us in the second row, far left, he meant in the theater that was actually showing the movie, and not the one that Chel and I were sitting in for five minutes before we realized that what we were in the wrong theater! Ha. We always seem to get lost when we’re together…
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes to remember how much people miss him when he is gone.
Mark Duplass – Big Machine (Acoustic Version)
Maybe I’m wrong and all that you get is what you see
Maybe I’m right and there’s something out there to believe
It’ll change your life, I swear.
I. CAN’T. EVEN.
More photos here.
I read Fifty Shades of Grey almost immediately after I heard that Ian Somerhalder—a permanent resident in my freebie five—might play the lead in the film adaptation. Also, the mention of a ‘sex chamber’ may or may not have swayed my decision.
Clearly, I have a type!
I finished reading it in less than 24 hours. Never has a book left me so satiated… It’s so jaw-droppingly sexy that I’m not sure how they’re going to make it a movie without it being illegal in some small countries!
I wish my friends would read it already so I could have someone to discuss it with. This must be how those b’s felt about me and Breaking Dawn—I’ve been trying to finish the last book of the Twilight saga since 2008, but all my attempts to read it end with me throwing it across the room in hysterics.
On to Fifty Shades Darker! Laters, baby ;)
A man fishes for two reasons: he’s either sport fishing or fishing to eat, which means he’s either going to try to catch the biggest fish he can, take a picture of it, admire it with his buddies and toss it back to sea, or he’s going to take that fish on home, scale it, fillet it, toss it in some cornmeal, fry it up, and put it on his plate. This, I think, is a great analogy for how men seek out women. It’s not the guy who determines whether you’re a sports fish or a keeper—it’s you. Every word you say, every move you make, every signal you give to a man will help him determine whether he should try to play you, be straight with you, or move on to the next woman to do a little more sport fishing.
Mr. Hightower speaks an insane amount of truth.
I have found my new spiritual leader. Teach me your ways, oh wise one.
Fuck, I love me some Seneca Crane. Any chance those were non-toxic berries at the end of the movie?
Million dollar margaritas with Trace last night! Happy birthday and happy Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor :)
HAL: Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.
OLIVER: I’d wait for the lion.
HAL: That’s why I worry about you.
I’d love to, but I already have plans to wear sweatpants and free up some space on my DVR tonight. Maybe some other time.
Sleeping At Last – Turning Page
I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do
I don’t know if it’s the holidays, or my period, or the fact that I’m turning 30… but Jesus, I got emotional.
I may or may not have cried during this scene when I watched it for the first time at the theater on Friday. And again when I watched it on Saturday. And a third time while watching the bootleg I just downloaded today.
Dude, check out what we’ve been working on all afternoon.
I’m supposed to be finishing the last book of a certain love saga that shall not be named so that I can watch the movie today with the girls (if you know what I’m talking about, I will judge you, but I’m already super busy judging myself, so don’t feel too bad about it).
Instead of reading, I’ve been staring at this animated gif from Happy Endings all morning. I laughed so hard during this scene that I scared my dog!
I find that my feelings toward work this week are best expressed through animated gifs. In addition, I really picked the most inopportune time to lay off the booze.
After watching Justin Timberlake’s dry humping scene in Bad Teacher, I thought I could never love him again.
I was wrong.
Some days, we only speak in movie quotes.
|8:46 AM||Jesse: woman|
|go to the doctor|
|8:47 AM||me: i’m pretty sure i either have|
|or c) the black lung, pop|
|i’m hoping it’s c|
|8:49 AM||Jesse: dammit derek youve been down there one day|
|8:50 AM||me: this is totally why we’re friends|
|Jesse: that and this|
Loved, loved, loved 50/50… even though my friends totally served me during this scene! Just because my car is a perpetual mess… and we often clean it out when we’re near a dumpster…
and I sometimes cyberstalk my ex boyfriends.
Don’t judge me.
|8:48 AM||Jesse: i need to do laundry in a bad way|
|8:49 AM||me: are you wearing granny panties right now|
|…because i am|
The only thing better than Ryan Gosling in a suit is Ryan Gosling eating pizza in a suit. That slice from Sbarro bumps this animated gif up from a 10 to an 11!
Now who do I have to sleep with around here for someone to seed this Crazy Stupid Love torrent that’s been stuck at 56% for the past three hours???
Quote of the night:
Who needs a boy to keep you warm when you’ve got wine?
TOM: Why’d you dance with me?
SUMMER: ‘Cause I wanted to.
TOM: You just do what you want, don’t you?
I had dinner and drinks at Craft and Commerce with four of my faves last night… four and a half if you count Chel’s 32-week belly! Is it weird that it wasn’t the first time this week that I hit up a bar with one of my preggo friends? I had drinks with Belle at Cottonwood Golf Club after work the other day. The bartender poured me another double vodka cranberry to-go before we made our way next door to a dry charity event for some silent auction action and complimentary noms from Outback.
We’re a couple of classy broads.
At Alicia’s dirty thirty last night, I realized that A) I should just automatically assume that every guy who pursues me is in a relationship (as my ongoing track record suggests) and B) maybe I shouldn’t have worn leggings. I can’t even tell you how many people grabbed my ass! I went home alone last night and I’m not gonna lie, I feel pretty good about not having to take a shame shower. I don’t care how hot you are (or how drunk I am), some guys just aren’t worth the trouble… I may have woken up this morning with dollar bills in my bra and a serious hangover, but at least I still had my dignity!
This must be how Reese Witherspoon felt in Pleasantville when she started reading books and stopped being such a whore.