Good friends, lovely parties, and really weird crushes: AKA, my weekend.

First things first: Thank you, delurkers! I love you so, and promise to check out your blogs post-haste. And now, to address some of your comments:

• The Tastefully Beaded Dress in my last post is Adrienne Papell from Nordstrom. Here’s a link. It’s been majorly marked down, so hurry!

• I’d asked if you had any makeup-related questions for me to answer in future BeautyHacks posts, and man, did you guys deliver. A number of you asked for guidance on what to do about concealing under eye circles. I already did a post about that, wherein I discuss technique, post pictures, and give a giant tongue bath to the Best! Concealer! Ever!. The other questions you guys asked are now on my…Big Official List of Cosmetic Questions to Answer. (It’s a working title.)

J and I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button over the long weekend, and perhaps it’s the fact that the last movie I saw was so craptastic, or maybe it's some lingering pregnancy hormones (seven months later? No?) but I COULD NOT STOP CRYING. I never used to be a Big Movie Crier, but…holy shit. It was embarrassing. And with each tear that fell, I somehow became incrementally stupider. Such that this was pretty much my thought process throughout the course of the movie:

“I wonder when Brad Pitt shows up.”

“Ooh! Brad Pitt! But he’s so old. BOO!” [throws popcorn at screen]

“Get younger faster, OLD MAN!!”

“Hooray! He’s marginally less wrinkly!”

“Not…young…enough…”

“Hooray! Young Brad Pitt!”

“Their love is so beautifuuuul!” *sobs*

“No! No! He’s growing TOO young! Stop time! STOP TIME, I SAY!” *continues to sob*

So, yeah. I don’t know if that brilliant inner monologue really…sells you on the movie, but for what it's worth, I did enjoy it. And speaking of movies, I am sort of obsessed with this Hallmark Hall of Fame movie (shut up) set to air on Sunday called Loving Leah. I love, love, LOVE when movies attempt to portray Judaism, because nine time out of ten, it’s so far off from reality that it’s comical (see: A Stranger Among Us...this epic review of that awful movie is hilarious, and spot-on). Loving Leah brings us Lauren Ambrose starring as an ultra-Orthodox Jewish widow who is forced by Mysterious Ancient Jewish Law to marry her deceased husband’s non-religious brother. (I learned about this in elementary school in the context of a biblical story, but have never in my life heard of this actually being enforced.) They have nothing in common! They’re only doing it to make their families happy! I wonder what shall happen! Oh, and it also co-stars Ricki Lake. Um, awesome?

And since we’re on the subject of my people, I got to spend yesterday hanging out with Ali! Yesterday, was, you know, sort of a momentous day, and not only because she came to visit. We celebrated President Obama’s inauguration at Isabel’s gorgeous home with a bunch of other lovely people (including Torrie and her beautiful family), and cupcakes.



Per my begging, Torrie attempted to teach both me and Ali how to actually use our cameras, but I was distracted by an intense discussion about my necklace with her daughter Willa, so my pictures will continue to be…what they are. Which is “eh.”

After the party, Ali and I roamed around the city, and I proceeded to get us lost in our sojourn to J. Crew (I blame YOU, iPhone). We then apparently fell into some sort of black hole, as we walked well over 10 blocks without finding a Starbucks in which to sit and warm our frozen extremities. We finally arrived at one (AFTER GIVING UP AND GETTING IN A DAMN CAB), and let me tell you it was worth the hassle, because it was there that I learned two very important things: 1) The Berry Chai Latte is delicious, unlike other Starbucks drinks I’ve tried lately (I’m looking at you, London Fog Latte); and 2) ALI AND I BOTH HAVE WEIRD SECRET CRUSHES ON ED HARRIS.

You know how you think you know a person, and then you discover something awesome that makes you love them even more? Yeah, that's what the admission of an Ed Harris crush does to me, apparently. And since we haven't played that game in a while, who are your weird crushes of late? Mine are Ed Harris (obvs.), Seth Rogen (the heart wants what it wants, people!) and John Malkovich (I know. I KNOW. He has a quality, okay?)