half cola (Pepsi One if you’re in my world)
half red wine (the never-ending mini Carlo Rossi jug if you’re in my world)
all class
Unlike Spanish teenagers, I choose not to “mix the wine and Coke by swishing them in a plastic grocery bag”
And that, that is because I bring the sophistication, all day, every day.
You guys, I’m becoming concerned that the only choice left may become moving to Team Kristen. It’s a little shocking and I’m working to process it properly.
misskris:caryrandolph:girlwearsmascara:mandalay: The Rolling Stones: “Gimme Shelter”
Three summers ago, a guy at a bar asked me what my favorite Rolling Stones song was. Because I can’t let go of stupid things, I am still mad at myself for blanking for a minute and saying “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” instead of what it really was at the time - “Paint It Black.” (I hated that I picked the song you know if you only know three songs - “OMG! I love that song that goes ‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction!’”.) Anyway - it has since been replaced by “Gimme Shelter.” Enjoy.
and then - next week - a roller derby girl
Stacy & Clinton are clearly bringing it this season
(via derbygirl)
I won the very prestigious Lions Club Spelling Bee in 4th grade (a rather triumphant year for me - ahh, to have peaked so soon in life…). I got a lovely trophy featuring a scholarly golden bee perched atop it. And… they spelled “Champion” wrong on the plaque. (And yes, I just almost convinced myself that I was spelling “plaque” incorrectly.) So, when my Mom (Hi Mom! Thanks!) brought it to the trophy shop to get it corrected (we weren’t into celebrating the irony at the time), she got them to engrave my name, too, which may mean I was the only winner in the history of the event who didn’t end up with a generic bee trophy. Instead of the only winner in the history of the event with a misspelled trophy. [Quasi-related side note: the name Melissa has its origins in the Greek word for honeybee. Destiny? Probably!]
AC/DC - Thunderstruck
I love that I am drawing as many parallels as possible between my first bout and Texas high school football games in Varsity Blues.
I don’t want.. your life!
Randy, my improv teacher, as he gestured from the left (where I was not sitting), to the right (where I was sitting)
He wasn’t even at class the night I talked about spelling my name wrong on the SATs!
The Subways - You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away
pink lemonade spritzers
pink lemonade mix (enough for four quarts)
+
citrus vodka
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pineapple juice
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lemon lime soda
[apparently this is a Sandra Lee special, but I believe I found the recipe in the noted culinary resource that is Marie Claire or Glamour, or something equally significant to chefs across the world]
Chelsea Handler, *My Horizontal Life*
preach it sister
