Being Social

There are times when breakfast should not be missed.

Like when it’s a chance to have Breakfast at Tiffany and this morning that is what I did.

Every good breakfast starts with mimosas

And an assortment of pastry .. including croissants

And sugar bacon

Tiffany & Co had their holiday decorations up so it was very festive.

Even the Tiffany Blue box fit the season.

I tried on a few Frank Gehry pieces. My personal collection from Tiffany doesn’t include anything from Frank Gehry so this was a treat.

The holiday gift ideas were set aside for us to look at.

Took a photo with Jessica of What I Wore – its doubtful either of us will forget the morning.

Loved this bracelet. Definitely not subtle but not obnoxious. A little like me.

Wearing the new Tiffany Blue box necklace (made of turquoise and diamonds) as I checked out the new nature collection with David.

David is creative. He spelled BLOG using the initial necklaces.

After stopping at several other sparkling display areas it was time for me to go to my next event.

Thanks Tiffany & Co. for treating me like a princess.

And for the unexpected gift as I walked out the door. Will treasure my new Tiffany key necklace.

Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name! – Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s

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Next stop… Tomorrow is the Blogher holiday bash at Pranna. Before that is a manicure pedicure courtesy New Balance and Aravon shoes.

Car Song – Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something “And I said what about Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She said I think I remember the film…”

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You know what the best conversation to have over lunch is?
Mucus discharge.

Seriously. Over a nice roasted beet, goat cheese and walnut salad.

Followed by a grilled vegetable panini and seasonal berries with a dollop of whipped cream.

Oh sorry, I must be the only one who does that.

Along with all of these ladies.

Not bad company to be around… no matter the topic J

We gathered at Spa Chakra on Fifth to hear some Vicks executives (who all are moms of twins!!!) discuss various new products for the Vicks brand and scientific research on cold and flu.

I’d already used the new products from Vicks since a little birdie (had a Vicks care package magically appear at my door) after seeing I was sick on Twitter several weeks ago.

But I didn’t know there were over 200 types of cold viruses or that our body discharges over 750ml of mucus when we have a cold. Oh well that grossness is just a necessary part of life.

After the Vicks “Breathe Life In” lunch, they treated us all to a spa treatment of our choice.

I chose a signature facial (retail price $199 and in my opinion, quite overpriced). Nicole got a signature massage.

Here we are striking a fuzzy iPhone pose before our treatments:

Oh stop people. You know you strike a pose with your friends in the bathroom.

Thanks to Vicks for clearing up my misconceptions about cold and flu season… and my skin.

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Next stop… You know all the mail that gets sent to my P.O. Box for review. Its getting picked up in the morning and I’ll be spending quite a bit of time going through it. So don’t call, don’t write. Don’t tweet. My life will be all about opening mail.

Car Song – I Want To Know What Love Is by Mariah Carey (Foreigner cover) “Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far to change this lonely life….”

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You might have heard me shrieking earlier.    

And not because my friend and I were seated in what seemed like a lover’s corner table at lunch today.

(Hello, oddness to the fourth power. I’m not canoodling with her even if she got insulted when I told her I wouldn’t. *smirk*)

We ate the biggest lunch ever followed by some ridiculous dessert (and I even ate some of the dessert off her plate. I totally need to have some shame.).

Afterwards, I’m not sure what possessed us to head over to a few Madison Avenue stores to shop for evening wear and then to a department store to bikini shop.

I mean, I have LA coming up at the end of the week and she’s got Florida a few days after so yes we were in need of a swimsuit of some kind but oh heavens.

What’s worse than living in the land of delusion?

Not having the mirrors that are supposed to be deceiving and make you size skinny when you aren’t.

The mirrors in these fitting rooms made you size hefty when you really aren’t.

I can’t even say how unflattering the bikinis looked on me. I just can’t even share. I stood there horrified with my clothes off.

After being horrified at how I looked in what I thought were some cute bikinis (yes, I stayed far away from the sexy bikinis and the itsy bitsy bikinis because they are just not me.) I got dressed and stayed in my dressing room waiting for my friend to finish trying on a dozen or so of the styles she chose to bring into the fitting room.

See I look better in the fitting room with my clothes on.

I can promise you one thing, before I go inside a fitting room and take my clothes off again, I am going to look for a list of stores with misleading mirrors.

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Yesterday as I waited at the hotel elevator feeling sad it was time to cram pretty sundresses back into my carryon (it was a work trip, people!), Mary* shared with me and everyone waiting at the elevator bank “I was up until 3AM having phone sex with Jim*”.

“Have you no shame, woman?!” The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them.

The look on my face was pretty easy to read. I even told her I couldn’t hear anymore. But of course she continued in front of everyone standing there trying to enjoy their South Beach getaway. I was embarrassed for her. My reaction may seem harsh but this is the same Mary who told me she went to see Jim a few days ago and it was “awkward” so she left pretty quickly.

Awkward but when he calls and says he’s stressed, she should be the one to “help him relax”? (Her words, not mine.)

Along with her best friend, I’ve given her advice. It was to “Delete, Delete, Delete” - his number from her cell, his email address out her ‘Berry, his name off her Facebook friends list (so she can stop checking to see if he’s online and then wondering why he hasn’t said Hello yet.) I don’t think she’ll ever realize he’s just not that into her. She has to wake up on her own.

She could waste $12 to see He’s Just Not That Into You and the message would skip right over her as she texts Jim during the movie. Right now, she’s not listening to anyone who is telling her to move on. All of her attention is focused on Jim. So of course she’s disappointed because he’s not doing the same.

Today begins February – the month where half the country is hopeful Cupid will hit them in the ass but they will instead spend their Valentine’s Day alone eating Thai as they watch Lifetime. Or if they are lucky, they celebrate being single with some friends. Before they go home alone. To watch Lifetime. I really want Mary to have a different Valentine’s Day but I’m not getting through to her. She’s going to be crushed in a two weeks. L

Tuesday night, I’m going to a screening of the movie He’s Just Not That Into You, maybe something silly will be said and I can pass it along to her.

I have to ask, how do you get someone to finally see the light?

*Jim is really not Jim. His name has been changed. He’s an ass no matter what name you give him though.                 * Mary is not really Mary. One day she’ll realize Jim is not just that into her. Although it probably won’t happen before he announces his engagement to someone else.

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Car Song – Lovefool - The Cardigans “Love me, love me, say that you love me… I can’t care about anything but you.”

Next stop – back to the office after being in Miami for a few days. Tonight, I’m actually looking forward to watching Chuck in 3D.  I’m not afraid to admit I watch Chuck.

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