for the love of vampires

Because my newest obsession are hot, mythical vampires who are eternally 17-year-olds, the BF and I are going to Salem for Halloween.

Yes, you've read it here first.

I've always, always, always wanted to go to Salem and the Boston area in the fall. It is my absolute most favorite season in Cleveland. Most importantly, I've never been to Massachusetts and what better time than on Halloween since it falls on a Saturday this year.

We will have three full days to see all that is Boston, but Saturday will be taken up by a day trip to Salem to see all the historical sites and probably some kick ass Halloween parades, too.

Salem has a Trolley Haunted Pub Crawl, several different Halloween bashes and countless outdoor festivals.

In Boston, I want to go to:
Sam Adam's Brewery
A duck tour
Maybe take a look at Fenway park
Skywalk Observatory
Maybe a sightseeing walk or two
Davis Square for coffee

If you've ever been there, please send me an tips of places to eat, drink or visit, too.

Friday Flashback Fodder

Friday, September 25, 2009
I think I'm going to mix up my Friday Fodder with a Friday Flashback. I'm going to feature all those really good but bad songs and videos that we all used to love. (Or maybe I just loved them.)

I'm starting it off with none other than Mr. Bobby Brown. After watching his Behind the Music yesterday, I recalled my love for "Every Little Step" you take.

How can you not love spandex with suspenders and suit jackets with your name on it?

Classic 80's style.

Rhino ride

Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Over the weekend, the BF and I went out to the country to an end of the summer party with his friends. I was told to bring a change of clothes in case we got muddy.

Muddy? What would be doing to get muddy besides playing cornhole and drinking?

This is what we were going to do.

We were going to go through the trails on this Rhino, a Yamaha Rhino to be exact.

In retrospect, I wish I would've stolen the keys from my boyfriend and taken it for a spin first. I lasted a whopping 15 minutes in the woods. I know this because I tweeted before and right after I got back. Alive. And in one piece. It wasn't so much as it was scary but the fact that the BF was intentionally trying to flip or get me muddy in the Rhino. He was flying around the trees and I kept getting hit by branches that were swinging at my face. Then, there is "the hill" that he kept flying up and I thought we were going to nose dive into the ground.

The trails weren't exactly "worn in" and there were a few "hills" to navigate back there. And by hills, I mean enormous mounds with a steep slope where I almost fell out of the Rhino - thank you for the seat belt.

Before you watch the video, I'm advising you to turn your volume wwaaaaaayyy down because not only am I yelling, I'm also cussing because the BF was trying to go through the mud. It wasn't a little puddle either. It was basically a 5x5 foot area and neither of us were sure of its depth. (I didn't want to come covered back to the house in mud. I'll all for a good mudding, but I didn't want to do it just then.)

Just a friendly warning....

Must be a slow day

You know it's a slow news day when:

The public cares if Kevin Federline loses weight on a TV show.

People has not one story but two stories on the youngest and most idiotic Kardashian sister

Tyra Banks likes to be naked and admits this on to Larry King. Maybe he's running out of guests. Who is next? Khloe Kardashian?

Jessica Simpson's dog gets taken by a coyote. My only question is: if you saw the dog get taken, do you really think a reward will work? I mean, did you really think the coyote would halt from eating the dog because you posted a reward?

Football season has started

Thursday, September 17, 2009
An all day of drinking and eating at Panini’s during last Sunday’s Browns game

Passed out in one of the most uncomfortable positions I can think of.

Waving at you from the west coast

Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Within the last year, I’ve started to travel a lot more for work. I was able to travel to some interesting events, read bull riding, for work. It was pretty cool because I would otherwise never have gone to see a Professional Bull Rider event.

Here is a list of the places I’ve been.

Los Angeles
Oklahoma City
Las Vegas
Los Angeles
New York City
Los Angeles

Now that I have some travel under my belt, I’m pretty efficient when I go through security. I try not to be on my phone and have my boarding pass ready with ID. I’m even mastering the art of going through security without causing too much commotion. I have my system down. With my carry-on bag, I have all my 3 oz liquids in its own compartment, pull out my laptop and throw up my shoes and I’m ready to go through.

This isn’t the case with everyone. I can’t even imagine what that’s like going through security with kids because that is a whole other ball game. They look so darling with their little backpacks and pillows but you know that’s a security guards nightmare to have to go through each little Barbie bag, toy by toy.

But what kills me is the people who have clearly traveled many times before but still don’t understand the concept of the metal detector or security in general, like removing shoes.

“You mean, I have to take off my shoes?”

No, you, my dear, will receive special treatment and don’t have to remove your shoes. Of COURSE you have to take off your shoes.

This isn’t a new concept, it’s been around for years along with the metal detector.

It will detect METAL. In case that wasn’t clear enough by the name of the device.

So take off your belt, just to be safe.
Remove all change from your pockets, money clips and bracelets. Oh, and jackets, too.
Anything that you think will set it off, remove it and send it through on the belt because others behind you will appreciate the gesture.

Luckily, my security trip was relatively effortless this time around and I don’t have any good stories to share, mostly because no one was in line when I went through.

What do you find funny about people when traveling?

Where are all the good designers?

Monday, September 14, 2009
Oh my Saturday. Do you know what I spent a good portion of Saturday doing?

Dress shopping.

Just not any dress shopping but bridesmaid dress shopping.

My friends and I were prepared - the four of us- to try on some really good and bad dresses. It was all in celebration for my friend, Michelle, who is getting married next September. She enlisted the help of three of us to trek all over the Cleveland area to try on dress after dress.

Do you know how many hideous dresses there are out there? I mean, ugly ass dresses that make 27 dresses look like a couture Vera Wang dress. And you know that women are buying these ugly options and making their poor friends wear these. Not everyone wants to be covered in oodles of taffeta or frumpy silhouettes.

Between three stores, we found a few options but mostly all agreed on two, which was quickly narrowed down to one winning dress.

A few options

We didn't like these either

Supposedly this one could be shortened

We are getting closer and ta dah! The winning dress is being worn on the left by Michaelene

Although she's not getting it in black but going with an eggplant color, or at least that's where we left it on Saturday night after a few bottles of wine. It very well could change but I think her mind is made up.

And, one of the best parts, I'm in a wedding three weeks before Michelle's and apparently my friend loves the same dress, in the same freaking color! I love my friends for having good taste and freakishly weird timing.

Friday Fodder

Saturday, September 12, 2009
Because I find this too funny not to post right away. Even if it's not really technically on Friday, but what is more funny than seeing their boyfriend try to put on a chicken suit in the middle of Target?

You wonder why he was in Target trying on a chicken suit? We only went to get contact solution and cookie dough. I was going to bake cookies and he laughed at me and suggested Toll House cookie dough because it's already prepared - and equally delicious.

We couldn't just pick up those two items and he made me "do a lap" which included the Halloween costumes and the toy aisle.

Live from New York

Wednesday, September 9, 2009
....It's Allison M.!

(Picture taken from my handy iPhone.)

OK, so here is my lame excuse for a blog post today. I wish I could say I was in New York for Fashion Week. I'm only a few blocks from Bryant Park and maybe I can convince my fellow travelers to go by the tents tomorrow.

I think I would be too jealous of all the other bloggers like Michelle from All Lacquered Up who get to go to not one, not two, but SEVERAL shows.

On the lookout for SATC shootings though while I'm staying on the Upper West Side. You better believe I would hang out the taxi if I saw the cast shooting a scene!

Weekend hangover

Monday, September 7, 2009

That went fast.

I had a lot of fun and need to stop drinking bottles of wine. Nothing is worse than a wine hangover. But, nothing will cure it like some fried food at the Canfield Fair, which I ate plenty enough of for the rest of my life.

Let's back up to Saturday. Oh how I love dirty bread. For those of you non-Hungarians, it's bacon bread where you roast bacon and press it onto rye bread with onions, tomatoes and/or green peppers and then sprinkle paprika.

Delicious. Roasting the bacon

An official dirty bread set up

view from the deck

On Sunday night, we celebrated our friends' engagement at her parents house. This is where drinking bottles of wine doesn't work, especially in the next morning. I should really stick to liquor rather than drinking two bottles of wine over an extended period of time. Worst hangover.

View from the table.

What your left eye looks like after bee sting. Ouch!

Grown men not behaving while taking a picture. "No more ball tapping" says the groom to be.

why I didn't feel so hot this morning

What did you wish you didn't drink this weekend?

surprise package

Thursday, September 3, 2009
Flowers arrived yesterday at my office. I thought they were another shipment of cookies from a vendor that's been stalking me for the last month.

The note read:
"Surprise lover! Bet you didn't expect this. Maybe we'll head up to Canada for the weekend. I heard you can see Russia from there."

Maybe I should back up and share my crazy antics so it makes sense to you. (Even though with a lot of explanation it still won't.)

While watching Rocky IV (my fav one) as Rocky gets to Russia and that house he stays in, I explain how much I love this part.

Me: "oooooohhh. This is my favorite part. Yes!! I love Russia."

BF: "You love Russia?"

Me: "Well, no, but I love when he gets here and he starts the hardcore training."

Me: In my best Tina Fey imitating Sarah Palin voice, "You can see Russia from Canada."

BF: "You can't see Russia from Canada."

Me: "Yes you can," still in that Tina Fey imitation voice.

A few minutes later...

Me: "Is Russia over Japan?" A moment of silence. Answer my own question, "Yep, I think it is."

BF: Clearly getting agitated because I've ruined Rocky IV now, "Allison, Russia is a huge country, it's not just over Japan, it's over MANY countries."

Me: "Yes, I understand that but I believe it's specifically over Japan as well."

Our conversation must've been bothering him because the next day he sent me a map of that general area to prove to me where Russia's exact location was.

Then he pointed out that you can't see it from Canada but probably Alaska.

HOLY crap! I was imitating Tina Fey imitating Sarah Palin but saying the wrong country!

So, after he points out to me where Russia is and the fact you can see it from Alaska versus Canada (I meant that way the whole time), he closed the conversation with this.

"For the love of are a unique individual! I sometimes wonder if there’s another one of you walking this earth making some other poor schmuck bat-shit crazy from conversations like this!!"

Bringing me to the shipment of lillies on my desk.

bet you are a badass if....

I have an issue with a certain brand of clothing lately. It's so much the brand but rather the people who seem to wear it. All the time.

Let me introduce you to the Affliction shirt.

Looks douchey already, right?

It's the Von Dutch of 2009. Remember everyone from Ashton to Justin to your local football hero wore trucker hats? Or when Carmen to Britney to me (I'll admit it) rocked Juicy Couture sweatpants with the word "Juicy" cleverly written on the ass?

Well, those nostaglic brands are now being replaced by something bigger and better: the affliction t-shirt and the men who wear them.

Let's take a look at the different men that rock these shirts, shall we?

You have your classic rocker.

Or the fighter who is a little more built than the average Joe.

Then you have the typical recently divorced dad trying to enter the dating world. And, doing a pretty poor job at that. (Ed Hardy or Affliction - it looks the same to me at this point.)

And, finally, you have these douchebags who encompass all that is trendy at the moment. It's just months before their sex tape is leaked....

So, if you know me and wear an Affliction, you have been warned. Don't worry - I already wrote a blog post so I won't need to write another one.