what we drank

my parents friends were pretty hyped that i was finally old enough to join them on their bar adventures- specifically my mom's old coworker sirisha who insisted that i try a lumberjack shot and a flaming dr. pepper. i have to say, homegirl knows where it's at. i was so impressed by both shots that i insisted on doing one (or two or three) more rounds. love me some sugary shooters.

lumberjack shots at brick haus
tastes like sweet maple-y heaven and comes with a slice of bacon to chase it. possible new favorite.
flaming dr. pepper shots at pep grill
totally fell in love with this dive because of the killer jukebox, beautiful (albeit beat-up) stained glass ceiling, and flaming dr. pepper shots. they light the shot on fire then drop it in a mug'o'beer and you chug. tastes identical to it's soda namesake and is just what the dr. ordered.

how to celebrate saint patrick's day

1. go home to harrisburg to party with your parents because after yeas of experience, they're the only ones who know how to do saint patty's day right. they have all the beads and pins and boas and hats and they know where to go to boogie down.
2. hang out with your parents friends. people your parents age don't have homework on saturday. they have jobs and make money. they're looking to kick back on the weekends and have the cash to do so. these people get wild though, so be forewarned. the also bring their own jello shots and snacks into the bar. total badasses.
3. call your friend kim and invite her to join you as a wingman (not for picking up dudes but for support as the only other person under the age of 40). give her vague details about the event so she doesn't flake out.
4. make sure your mom is tap dancing in the parade.
5. make masks of your mom's face to hand out and wear during the parade so she knows you support and love her. because that's how you show support and love, right? by wearing the other person's face?
6. start drinking with your dad around noon. say yes to all irish car bombs, flaming dr. pepper shots, pints of guinness, and lumberjack shots. try to keep up with your former president-of-his-frat father.
7. get neato burrito for lunch midday and nearly melt into a puddle because it's so delicious.
8. take your mom's friend wendy to get her first neato burrito. watch the joy spread across her face with the first bite.
9. hit up a total of 3 bars, staying out until 11pm.
10. mingle with your parents co-workers and ex-coworkers and bunko friends and tap friends and neighbor friends. hear them all talk about how weird it is that you're old enough to drink now. every now and then, you'll run into someone who has to physically walk about because it's freaking them out so much.
11. run into old people from high school. be reminded of how glad you are you're no longer in high school.
12. load up the juke box with your dad's favorite songs because he's the best for sing-a-longs and your mom will dance to anything.
13. wow the bar with a rousing rendition of bohemian rhapsody.
14. never stop playing with the masks of your mom's face.
15. go home and eat an entire package of bacon with your dad. spread peanut butter on it. the 'it' being the bacon and not your dad.
16. think about how lucky you are to have such incredible parents and how nice it is that you enjoy spending time with them.
17. think about how weird it is that you went out to drink in your hometown for the first time.
18. call kim in the morning to make sure she got her flight and apologize for failing to initially tell her that going to the saint patrick's day parade was really code for marathon day drinking with my parents.

More-drobe Monday

this is what i wore! yahoo! it's all one piece which always makes me feel like i'm cheating. a little on the long side? yes. a little on the elderly spinster librarian side? yes. am i still totally feelin' it despite those two qualities? absolutely. i topped this sucka off with a navy blue ruffle cardigan and blammo. monday. all up in yo' face, secretary style.

dress: salvation army
belt: salvation army
necklace: grandma weigel
feather earrings: gift from brianne
tights: apartment nine at kohls (so silky!)
shoes: (which you can't see very well because photobooth is not good for capturing feet picture) super shoes

ps: one day i will eventually bust out my tripod and figure out how to work that bad boy so ya'll can feast your eyes on some seriously stunning photos of my ever-so-fashionable ensembles. until then, photobooth will have to do.

things that have recently made me happy

1. piles of colorful tights!
2. lime tortilla crusted tilapia and salad!
3. beautiful new shoes and goodies to go back to philly!
4. delicious tacos in brooklyn!

little man

so my family is absolutely obsessed with baby cousin nick. he's number 23 in the creighan cousin line up and the first baby after a long long baby dry spell in the family so he's been absolutely smothered since birth. he also happens to be ridiculously adorable with massive baby cheeks and a super serious little face. my mom and i got him a little man outfit for christmas complete with red corduroys and a plaid shirt. his head looks so massive in those first few shots. i got to hang out with him when i went home a few weeks ago. i got to hang out with my whole family actually.

we went to see my brother's musical (he was the lead in thoroughly modern millie and he totally killed it. like boo ya, best ever, totally killed it. he was incredible.) baby nick came along and was incredibly good- like just sat and watched the whole thing/napped. like some little theater savvy man. then my mom made an awesome baller dinner and we played a bajilion games including just dance on wii (so much fun.) super good times hanging out with baby chubbers and other assorted pittsburgh family members. mad love.

More-drobe Monday

getting real up in here. this is what i'm wearing right now. yeah sure, i wore a moderately cute black and white striped dress to work today with black zig zag tights and secretary glasses necklace but someone brought in leftover cookie cake to the breakroom and i ate more than my fair share so that outfit came off as soon as i walked in the door. my stomach was literally going to burst. i slipped into a more casual ensemble of turquoise duck sweatshirt, trashy slippers, and gray lounge pants. obviously still very classy and put together. i mean, i pull it off preettttyyy well if we're being honest here. i still look like a major hottie. a regular jessica alba up in here.

sweatshirt: salvation army (for those curious about the frazzled duck on the front, she is wearing a ratty dressing gown with curlers in her hair (feathers?). the writing says "to hell with housework, I'm going to bingo." classic duck.)
pants: primark
slippers: primark

People I love Whursday

this baby. cousin #23. i got to pal around with this guy all weekend. he's actually the best baby in the world. super chill and funny and actually a model. my mom and i got him a little man outfit for christmas with red corduroys and a plaid shirt and he wore it to our house. so precious. and those cheeks! i die. favorite.

More-drobe Mhursday

so i think we've established that time-related posts aren't really my thing. i just totally lose track of the days. but i'm still making an effort. so . . . half credit? 5/8 a point?

this is what i wore to work today! i get pretty dolled up for my internship and then totally plummet to the bottom of the wardrobe spectrum on days i have class. sorry fellow students. the outfit is pretty black and white though i would love to experiment with some pop-y tights and a big ol' colorful belt. love the pattern of the dress though. and the length. and my shoes- i melt. love me some t-strap. and t-bone. steak. and mr. t. man. and sweet tea. i digress. both the shoes and the dress were recent salvation army finds. i've said it time and time again, but i still totally stand by it- central pennsylvania has the best thrifting i've come across. hands down. i always walk away with something. and that is why i will continue to always go home. that and my family. i guess they're a pretty big draw too.

dress- salvation army ($8)
shoes- salvation army ($8)
heart tights- primark
slip- salvation army
belt- salvation army
watch- gift from mother
necklace- i forget.
badass snake earrings- vintage stall in camden market, london

sleepy sunday

another addition of everyone's favorite public sleeping segment! this one is called:

the time i fell asleep at a muse concert

it was hot. there were ten thousand bajillion people in every direction. it was the second day of virgin festival (which sounds weird but really just a music festival sponsored by virgin mobile. it sounds like some kind of promise ring christian retreat thing though. or a weird old-timey sacrificial cult. but it's not, i swear.) anyway, i'm there with my friends and it's the middle of the afternoon and my energy levels are rapidly dropping. between rocking out all day yesterday and dealing with a flat tire the night before , plus the excitement of staying in a hotel (love hotels) which makes it difficult to sleep, i was drained yo.

my fellow-festival-going-friends are all like "oh man! muse! let's see muse!" i seriously don't care about muse on way or another. so while my comrades were getting all gooey over the band and searching for a spot to rock out, i sought out an appropriate napping space. i found it eventually. under the bleachers. away from the crowd and the sun (enemy to all pale kids). there were even a few other like-minded folks under there already, snoozing away. so while my friends got their groove on to the stylings of muse, i splet soundly for a solid 45 minutes. boo ya.

birthday fiesta

the ladies of the great place threw down in honor of a few special twenty-first birthdays. jonswifferdiffer, emilydiego, and yours truly all turned that magical legal age within a few days of each other. so naturally, to celebrate, we had a 1950's tupperware party. the rules are simple- dress like you're from the 1950's (think grease, hairspray, american graffiti, mad men- we cast the net pretty wide.) and drink out of tupperware (much easier and more convenient than we originally thought it would be.) everyone looked incredible (love me some 50's greaser dudes) and rocked out to the american graffiti soundtrack (shout out to papa weigel for getting me addicted to that at an early age) before switching to more classic party hits. (come on eileen was played two times. in a row.) we set up the bubble machine in the kitchen and i hung tissue paper pom poms from the ceiling and floral fabric on the walls.

my two best lady friends from home came to town looking gorgeous and helping me with everything. baby brother also rolled in and was IMMENSELY helpful. he even made waffles for us before the party. while wearing a very girly apron. high school homie thomas williams arrived on my doorstep two hours before the party and my gentleman caller came down for the weekend as well. all of my favorite people = totally present.

overall it was a glorious success. full of dancing (so much dancing), and great costumes, and excellent jungle juice (pat myself on the back). i was very affectionate throughout the evening partially because of the contents of my tupperware container, but also because i truly love all the people in my life. i know all the best people. excellent birthday.