T’was a good week.
Skating on the River and The House of Blues Gospel Brunch have now been checked off the bucket list with much satisfaction.
Brunch- delish. Music- awesome. Skating- pure adolescent fun.
A much less public, but much more repellant blogger ( me) was lucky enough to be in an even better American city (IMHO) at the three most glorious days in the music world ( again IMHO)– Lollapalooza
Not that I wouldn’t sell my soul to see Beyonce, but this weekend was just absolutely spectacular.
Taking in the sweet sounds of Ellie Goulding, Emeli Sande, Alt-J, Phoenix, The Killers, Heartless Bastards, Tegan and Sara, Lana Del Rey, and Mumford and Sons all within a 72 hour time span was not only completely exhausting, but more importantly the most surreal experience of my life.
I think the words that were most frequently uttered from my lips were
“This is not real,” or the less eloquently put, “OH MYYYY GOSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
One might also consider the incoherent blubbering of emotion as I cried without tears through roughly 15% of the time at the festival into this hypothesis, but I’m going to go ahead and limit my scope at OMG.
A musical analysis of the weekend will be coming tomorrow after I recollect my thoughts and attempt to start acting like a functioning human being that is capable of existing outside the gates of Grant Park.
A “fun analysis” will never be written because, well, you just had to be there.
What I will be providing now are some pictures to provide a teensy idea of what Lolla is all about.
Or if you are the only person who reads my blog (Kyra) the photos are here so that we can laugh simultaneously from our beds in different cities.
*And a super special shout-out to the Jones family. Y’all make my heart sing.
BEOW BEOW BEOW BEOW BEEEOOOWWWWW*
Last night I had the pleasure of celebrating the marriage of the most perfect couple I know down in the Big Easy.
The bride, who is one of my biggest role models, was absolutely stunning and the wonderfully handsome-future doctor-groom was as happy as he could be.
Though it wasn’t an extended stay ( me and my “date” had to get back to Baton Rouge for an early morning swim meet) I always love being in New Orleans, eating some great food and simply enjoying the overflow of Louisiana culture.
The wedding took place last week in Estonia , the bride’s home country. And let me tell ya’ the photos are just beautiful.
Last night’s celebration was just that, a celebration, for the less beautiful American population who could not travel for the actual wedding. It was held at the pavilion at the Omni Hotel was the perfect setting for the intimate gathering that allowed me to catch up with several old friends and witness my first real-life wedding crasher. All in all it was another great evening in the Nola with even better friends.
I’m so happy to have been able to celebrate this couple. Congrats J&K!
All things must come to an end and it looks like my time in Houston has done just that.
This past weekend marked my final weekend in H-Town. Accordingly, I soaked up as much of the city as a could. The escapades would be a lot to compress into one post, nor can I find a common theme to center the post around so I’m going to do the thing I do best and make a list!
Top 5 Things About My Farewell to Houston Weekend
My wonderful mother came to help me pack up my apartment and also to take advantage of the holiday weekend sales. Things are pretty much automatically better when Renee is around… at least for me, and this weekend was a testament to that. I was able to show some off my favorite places in the city- Picnic, Bikhram’s Yoga, the Rice Running Trails– and it made me feel super grown up as I directed her through the streets of Houston (even if we did get lost once). She also brought the big bucks and we tackled some of the big Houston shopping areas, which brings me to point number…
Tootsies, Tootsies, Tootsies. What can I even say about Tootsies? It was an overwhelming fashion experience in the best way possible. I got to see J Mendel dresses up close and personal and decided (as if there was any doubt) that I would wear any article of clothing the line ever produced. I also purchased my very first Nanette Lepore piece with this here blazer!!!, something I have been waiting to do since Carrie Bradshaw opened that giant box in SATC The Movie. Annnnd the work or art was on sale so I was actally saving money by purchasing a neon pink blazer! That’s how it works right?
Also shout out to our girl Leslie. Not only did you look like Karen Walker from Will and Grace, but you were super helpful and thanks for complimenting my eyes 😉
3. Goode Company Seafood
After trying on clothes that would only look good on a model, the next healthy step is devouring a ginormous meal, yes? Yes. Yes it is.
After the shops, Neners and I joined up with some of our Houston family at another Houston family’s famous seafood restaurant. Though the atmosphere was casual… Like streetcar casual if that’s a thing… our dinner warranted five-star glowing stars. I ordered the flounder special with lemon glaze and jumbo lump crab meat on top (yum) with an avocado ranch side salad that was more that worth mentioning. Seriously, those pecans in there- amazing.
This weekend I also achieved my goal of sleeping on my friends’ couch at least once a week while I was in Houston. Ok, so it actually wasn’t a real goal of mine, but nevertheless I’m glad I did it for the following reasons (this list bout to get rul serious):
a) Sleeping on that couch suggests that I had a fun night with friends
b) It is honestly the best couch I know, I can only think of two couches that compare, and if you get the pillows just right it’s comfier than any fancy bed.
Success for Laura!
*Disclaimer: Laura in 20 years, if blogging is still a thing and you happen to look back at this, don’t be ashamed that you did this. Simply remember Chris and Roddy karaoke-rapping to Eminem and you’ll know it was all worth it.
5. Star Pizza
For the first time this weekend I tried the Houston landmark pizza joint Star Pizza. The Chicago style deep dish pizzas were/ are mouth watering as exemplified by the fact that my mouth is watering right now just thinking about it. Though a little pricy compared to what I’m used to in the good ole BR, a small pizza served as two meals and was perfect for latenighting prior to my couching successes.
Thanks again Houston for another awesome weekend. I’m gonna miss ya like crazee.
It’s funny how things work out.
Last week I wrote about my two families: my biological one and my Tiger one.
Four days later the latter showed up in Houston, to surprise our mutual family member/ my best friend Kyra for her birthday. The great thing about family is that they’re family no matter what the setting. Though we were miles away from our normal habitat, nothing changed within my Tiger family. I guess when people know you and you know them, at your/their truest of self, the environment doesn’t make a difference. They continue being them and you continue being you. There are no charades or fronts, no need to impress, just family.
This family of mine and I had a great time this weekend just hanging out like we always do. Above is our family pic.
It’s going over the mantel.
I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been busy with family things.
And as Michael Bluth says, “Family always comes first.”
Recent years have shown me that there really isn’t a strict definition of a family. Traditionally it is thought of as a group of biologically related humans that share a common name. Coming from a stable upper-middle class family this is largely what I define it as. But, for others a family can be a group of friends, co workers, their pets, their work out buddies.For 10 years “the girls” are Carrie Bradshaw’s family. Rachel Green’s is the inhabitants of 19 a and b and the coffee shop gang. ( If NBC ever were to show her and Ross’ wedding things would change, but a girl can only dream.)
In my life I now have two families: my biological one that I adore, and my Tiger one. Yes. Tigers. Rawr
I haven’t talked about this much since my very first post on this blog, but I am a member of the LSU Swimming and Diving Team. With the exception of this summer as I experiment in the working world, swimming and my team mates are basically the center of my life. Over the course of three going on four (eeeek!) years, a bond and sense of community has grown between me and my wonderfully weird team mates that can only be described as familial. Much like my other family we compete, we bicker, and we don’t necessarily like each other all of the time. But in the end we always have each other’s backs, we know way too much about each other, and we’ll do next to anything to insure that our group is successful. It’s hard to put into words all of feelings I have for this group of people and try to explain it to someone on the outside, but all in all it’s pretty simple : At LSU we’re a team, we’re a family, and it works.
I can’t imagine my life without either of my families: without my tiny mother’s advice, my stoic father sitting in his chair, my dog’s cuddles, Clay’s personality that is the polar opposite to mine, my aunt’s laugh, my Grammy’s smell, dancing with Kyra, flexing with Amber, wise words from Chris, hilarious words from the other Chris, my mortal enemy Shane, hugs from G&C, and every brief yet memorable conversation I have ever had with Dave.
So, yeah family is my favorite. These past few days with everyone have been great. Here are some pics so everyone can see how good we look.
This weekend was full of food and babies. So it was p. d. good.
The most momentous part of my weekend occurred Friday when I ate the best sandwich of my life.
Yes. The best.
My little piece of Heaven came from Picnic, a small bakery near Rice University that specializes in breads, box lunches, and apparently perfect slices of pickles.
Seriously, yall. It was amazing. I ordered the Roasted Turkey sandwich and was near tears after my first taste. I savored the last bite for as long as I could, cutting it into smaller and smaller halves until I was forced to come to terms with the fact that the sandwich was finished. Then I ate the perfect pickle while simultaneously SnapChatting.
Don’t judge. I’m in Texas.
And to add a little cherry on top I was eating all of this deliciousness while getting to spend time with my adorable second-twice-removed-something-or-other genius cousins.
Yay! Here are sum pics
Roasted Turkey Sandwich with Havarti Cheese, Tomato and Avacado Basil Mayo (what) on whole wheat bun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Picnic Box Lunches
1928 Bissonet, Houston, TX
Happy 15th Anniversary to the show that taught me everything I know, “Sex and the City.”
Ok that may be a stretch. I can see that not everything on the show is 100% accurate, applicable, or realistic. But the two underlying themes throughout the 6 season series are more honest and life affirming ideas I have seen on television during my mere 21 years on Earth. I think they can be summarized by two infamous quotes. The first coming from the ever-nuerotic, hilarious romantic Charlotte York McDougall Goldenblatt, and the later from my main curly-haired sister, Carrie Bradshaw.
“Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates and guys are just people to have fun with.” -Charlotte
“I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.” – Carrie
Maybe you have seen these quotes all over the internet today celebrating #SATC15. Yes they may seem cheesy when written out, and yes this post may not be the most original thing ever; but when those words were uttered through our silver screens I’m 98.7% sure that every female in the country’s hearts sank just a little. The reason these quotes are everywhere today is because in actuality, these words reflect exactly what women have been and still are thinking, wanting, believing, etc. I love my girls more than I think any guy, but at the same time I do want love, real love, OKAY?!! It’s a perfect example of the show’s impeccably realistic writing and creation…and jeez I just love it so much!
So happy anniversary, SATC! You rock! I hope everyone out there had a great girly night. For me, I took my brand spanking new shoes to meet up with my very own Samantha (aka Kaelee) to explore Downton Houston (more on Downton later. GAH). We saw some zydeco music at the Discovery Green Park to remind us of good ole’ Louisiana and then ventured over to the Hearsay Gastro Lounge for a delicious dinner and cosmos (holllaaah).
I think The Girls would have been proud.
WHAT I WORE AND MORE
Beautiful Shoes from ASOS
Also if you want to stick around and keep reading I’m going to celebrate Big here for just a minute. Though sometimes he could be the absolute worst, I loved getting to know him and fall deeper and deeper in love with him as the show went on. Here are some of my favorite scenes with him.
TEAM BIG FO LIFE. SUCK IT AIDAN.
If you haven’t seen this movie you probably think I’m a major freak after that title. Watch the Trailer for the 1993 CLAHASIC “Rookie of the Year” to figure out what I’m talking about.
Last night I went to my first Astros’ game in ages. The Stros may not be the best team in the MLB, just like the Cubs prior to the pre-pubescent stud Henry Rowengartner’s record breaking season in one of my childhood favorites “Rookie of the Year,” but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have a great time.
Just look at this film. What is the moral behind it?
When skill fades away, one must use trickery to win The World Series.
Or maybe the moral is follow you dreams and stick with the people that care about you and you’ll be fulfilled. Don’t do it to make your step dad rich. Don’t forget to go work on your boat with your friends just because you are a star pitcher at 12-years- old. That kinda thing.
In many ways I was like Henry last night. I pursued and succeed in my dream of getting a BBQ spud even after the server told me they were out. I quite certainly lost money, rather than earned it last night and did not and could not have given any money to my non-existant step father. I stuck with my friends the whole night, even though the fame of being jumbo-tron-bongo-playing stars could have turned us against each other.
Orrrrr Henry and I are in no way alike, nor does my life relate to this film in the least, and I just wanted to remind everyone of this hilarious moment in movie history.
And I wanted to show off my favorite pair of pants and my obsession with dressing to theme. Yes that sounds more like it. Enjoy!
WHAT I WORE AND MORE
RVCA Star Pants bought last summer from PacSun
Two days later and I think I have finally recovered from my weekend at FPSF. I can even contemplate moving my neck now! Thanks, Bassnectar.
Despite my lingering physical aliments, I had a fantastic time. Houston, you really out did yourself.
Though still in its infancy, the music, food, art and general atmosphere at Free Press rivaled that of big name festivals around the country– comparable to the likes of Lollapalooza, Bonaroo, or Jazz Fest. The coordinators really had thought of everything to make it the perfect weekend; bringing together some of musics biggest names from all sorts of genres ( Calvin Harris, Arctic Monkies, Getto Boys, Passion Pitt, Mavis Stapples(?!)) with equally as awesome lesser known and/or local bands (Grace Potter and the Octopus Project). If that wasn’t enough, add in Houston’s best food trucks, renowned bars, artistically designed VIP -air-conditioned tents, MONKEY BARS, and balloons the size of three people which I may or may not have popped .
If there isn’t something there that you wouldn’t have enjoyed, then you probably don’t have a soul.
The highlight of my weekend is a toss up between playing on the monkey bars and eating a girl cheese from The Golden Grill food truck. A close third place though would have to be Grace Potter and the Nocturnal’s performance on Sunday night. The photo above basically captures the emotion of the entire set , both from the band and the audience. Grace, who may quite possibly be the most bad-ass woman on Earth, was on her A++ game that night, rolling around on the stage and dancing in a red cape. She sang all of the fan favorites, bringing tears to many people’s eyes, and at the peak of the rocking set covered Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs.” It was absolutely breath taking.
Other greats of the fest were Arctic Monkeys and Alabama Shakes, both sounding even better and more powerful in a live setting. The sheer fact that Alex Turner, lead singer of the Monkeys, combed his slick hair back in the middle of the se was enough to make anyone’s weekend great. He could have just gone up there and did that and I think a lot of people would have been satisfied. Brittany Howard of the Alabama Shakes was everything I hoped she would be– soulful, passionate and wearing a maxi dress. The electric and dub shows I saw ( Calvin Harris and Bassnectar) were crazy fun too as the mob of bobbed up and down back and forth… all over the place really… under the Houston skyline.
It was the perfect first weekend in this city that is way cooler than I ever knew. H-Town, you made Beyonce proud.
* I am currently in Houston for the summer interning at a small media buying firm. Check back for more stories of summer escapades in my new city!
WHAT I WORE AND MORE
Two piece set thing and studded vest from my favorite vintage boutique, Time Warp in Baton Rouge, LA.
Sunglasses from ASOS.
Black shorts and purple bandeau from Urban.