Nas - If I Ruled the World

God, I forgot how much I love(d) Nas. This is one of my favorite jams. He played at Cochella today and I think I might have died if I saw him. I already decided that I am going to go next year. Between now and then I am going to work on how to be a better hipster.

Perhaps I should spend more time in Brooklyn. It will be good practice for me.

Week of April 12: Essie, Velvet Voyeur

I had my fill of the light colors and had to go back to my dark roots. I wanted to get a new hue and the lovely lady at my nail place helped me pick this one out. My dad called me once and said, "Hi, is this the voyeur?" In his defense, I had just told him that I was toates watching the people in the hotel next door doing it ... so it was a bit fitting that this color suited me (and my favorite weekend activity) so well.

I think they are finally getting the idea that I like my nails short. Like, real short. In order to illustrate how short I like them, I say that I don't want to see any nail if I am looking at the back of my hand. That is understood, by any nail technician anywhere, without a doubt.

La Dolce Vita: 2011 Trip to Italia

This post might be a little overdue, but I gots thangs going on! MV, Sissy, and I recently returned from our latest trip to Rome, where we had the most fabulous time. Although things got off to a rocky start (I locked myself in a bathroom at Fiumicino Airport and then almost passed out at baggage claim), we were able to rally right away to enjoy the rest of our vacation.

This was to be a slightly different trip than we had ever experienced. We actually stayed at a friend's apartment in Monteverde which is a little outside of Centro Storico. The name of the game was to save money where we could (e.g., accommodations and travel) and splurge on the things that were important, mainly, FOOD. And we did just that. On travel days, I opt out of food and drink all together. I find it better not to test the limits of my body because lord knows, it just not the time. So by about 1pm Rome time, I had about almost a full 24 hours with no food. We went to Trastevere first and I put the most delicious pizza in my mouth. I can't be sure what was on it exactly because I literally stuffed it into my mouth without properly appreciating it, but it was hella-good. Like, life changing good. Or maybe that was just my belly talking.

The trip was a bit of a blur (especially remembering it 2 weeks later) because we packed so much stuff in, but we still did the things that we wanted to and they really revolved around restaurants. Whether it was fiore di zucca and penne alla carbonara in Campo di Fiore, or spaghetti alle vongole and roasted lamb at Trattoria da Luigi, the Volpe gals did not go hungry. We started every morning/afternoon at Al Forno where we had pizza that would consistently make me cry, and ended every day at Giolitti, where I tried to add as many flavors of gelato on a cone as humanly possible. When they asked if I wanted it 'con panna' the obvious answer was yes, but what I really wanted to say was, let me back there and I will bathe in that fresh cream ... smear it all over myself and save it for later. I can't imagine I was the only one to feel this way.

In between all the eating, we even made time for a short trip to Siena, where we had a private tour lady take us all over the city. For one night we splurged on a hotel room. It had a giant whirpool tub and I took a bath for the first time in about 10 years. It was glorious (both the jets and the city), although I have a mental picture burned into my brain of Sissy in the tub with bubbles strategically positioned over her lady parts. Apparently she was 'having trouble washing her hair,' but I think she just wanted to see what my reaction would be to this bizarre request. (For those that are wondering, me washing my older sister's hair was equal parts horror and sick love.)

We met up with friends, and made some new ones, watched endless amounts of Sex and the City, had a shower that was possessed by the devil, and were completely shut off from the real world. A Jo Bro and the girl from Twilight broke up!!! Can you even believe it?!?

It was such a great trip and I am already looking forward to our next one. MV has gotten it in her head that she wants to buy a little apartment in Rome. I am totally pushing her in this direction because I envision myself heading there for a long weekend, or week, or a month, or running away for good and setting up shop. I feel Italy, and Rome in particular, in my bones. It's a place that is so special to me. I almost defy people to say they don't like it. And if they do, then they are clearly not people that I want to know.

Week of March 27: Essie, Tomboy No More

I don't know if today's weather has me channeling spring, but I feel my winter blues fading away. Baseball season has started and that reminds me of beers and sunshine. With that as my mindset, I opted out of the dark color this week and went with Essie's Tomboy No More. I don't typically go for red, but this was calling my name. It's just so darn ladylike and sweet. Long red nails are a little too vampy for me, so I made sure I had her cut them short.

I am actually excited about going to work this week - only for the sheer reason that I can't wait to see these nails tapping along on my keyboard. Actually, excitement might be an overstatement, but at any rate, I lam looking forward to incorporating some brighter colors into my repertoire this season.

Week of March 21: Essie, Smokin' Hot

I couldn't resist. After the disaster that was lilac, I went for tried and true. Back to Smokin' Hot and I am already feeling better about myself. Since these tooties walked all over creation the past few weeks, I also treated myself to a fancy pedicure. She took out the razor, which I am pretty sure it outlawed in the state of New York, but who am I to bring up such things as like, you know, the law when the woman is rubbing my feet and I am literally in ecstasy? I would say that no matter what, I am still getting the better end of the deal.

Lurves it.

Week of March 7: Essie, Lilacism/St. Lucia Lilac

I am a bit late on this post, but I had big things going on. Like a trip to Italy, duh! Anyway, no picture for this post as I was a polish rebel this week and made my own shizz up. Serves me well because it was horrible. Two shades of lilac. I must have been temporarily insane, soooo not my style. I look like an Easter egg and it's horrendous. Don't want to talk about it. Back to dark colors for the next mani.

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Most of the time I think my family is made up of weirdos ... I think of myself as a weirdo too, so it's not like I don't understand where I came from. At this particular moment, I don't think of my family as weirdos, but as kind of amazing. It's too much to blog about, and contrary to popular belief, some things are just too sacred to share on the Interwebs.

So, at any rate, in the words of my main man, Ice Cube, today was a good day.