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{Snapshot of My Summer…}

Frozen cocktails were exquisitely flowing this Summer…

Lunch on the Bay was always delightful…

Spent a weekend at the beautiful Loews Resort….

Being at this resort made you actually feel as though you were in Bali or some other such exotic paradise island…

My sister, the girl’s and I had a complete BLAST at Disney…

Had a super fab time on vacation with my Bestie and her two sons…

I answered to the sweet call of the Ocean every chance I could…

I lived to watch my nieces and nephew at play…

My Summer started at the beach and…sigh…ended at the beach.  

I hope, my darlings, your Summer was as tranquil and as delicious as mine.  xoxo

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{My Holiday weekend in food…}

Al fresco dining…nothing puts me in a better mood than great friends, good food, and people watching.

Baked Brie cheese and fig sauce…yummilicious!!!

Nothing says “I love you” like a friend baking you a deep dish cookie … LOVE YOU IRMA!!!

{Happiness is in the little things…}

Happy Tuesday my darlings! I hope you had a FANTASTIC day.  Forgive me for being completely lax in my blogging responsibilities. I need to find a good balance between my work and my passions. Getting to that point has been quite the challenge of late.  I need to keep reminding myself that all work and no play makes for a dull existence. Who wants that, right?  Thankfully I have wonderful friends who pull me from beneath the mound of paperwork on my desk and get me to smell the flowers…literally.  Ahhh! Happiness is in the little things in life.


These beautiful flowers were sent to me by one of my dearest friends today just because she wanted to bring a bit of joy into my stressful day.  Seeing these flowers on my desk brought an instant smile to my face. I’m truly blessed to be surrounded by such amazing people.

May you, dear readers, be blessed with friends as equally as wonderful.

{Fabulous Cocktails Friday…}

My darlings, can you tell that I am SO ready for Spring by looking at these DELISH cocktails?  After a truly stressful week, what better way to celebrate the weekend than with a few FABU~licious friends and these pretty potions?

Green Appletini

Ingredients
 
2 oz. Vodka
1/2 oz.  Apple Pucker Schnapps
1/2 oz. Apple Juice or Cider
 Directions
Combine ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake well and strain into a chilled cocktail glass. 
Garnish with an Apple Slice.

The Clover

 

Ingredients

1-1/2 ounces gin
1 ounce triple sec
3/4 ounce lime juice
Dash of Pernod (or other anise-flavored liqueur)
Dash of green crème de menthe

Directions
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker. Strain into a cocktail glass.

 

 

Sangria Blanco

Ingredients

 

6 to 8 ice cubes

4 1/2 teaspoons (3/4 ounce) cachaca

4 1/2 teaspoons (3/4 ounce) Pisco

4 1/2 teaspoons (3/4 ounce) St Germain (elderflower liqueur)

1/4 cup (2 ounces) semisweet white wine such as a Riesling or Gewürztraminer

1/8 teaspoon freshly squeezed lime juice plus 2 thin slices lime

1/4 cup (2 ounces) soda water

3 thin slices kiwi

3 thin slices apple

3 thin slices cucumber

3 green grapes, cut in half

2 fresh sage leaves

1 sprig fresh thyme

 

Lawnmower

Ingredients:
1 cup diced, ripe honeydew, cantaloupe or seedless watermelon
1 oz vanilla vodka
1/2 oz Cointreau
3/4 oz fresh lime juice
1 tbsp roughly chopped fresh mint
About 1/2 cup cold brut Champagne or dry sparkling wine
 

Directions:
Puree the melon in a blender (add 1 or 2 tablespoons of water if necessary). Press the melon mixture through a strainer into a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Add the vodka, Cointreau, lime juice and mint. Shake vigorously to infuse. Strain the mixture into the chilled glasses and top with Champagne float. Stir once. Garnish.

And these garnishes…simply delightful!

Cucumber Slice Skewer

 

Mint Leaf Ice Cubes

{via Real Simple}

 Have a lovely weekend my treasures! Wishing you love, light and many blessings.

 xoxo

The Ugly Side of Facebook


You hosted an amazing cocktail party.  Your guest list was thoughtfully and deliberately well planned out. The right mix of people – a small group of 20.  This was not the kind of party where you needed or wanted to invite every friend in your address book. It was a special fundraiser and the event was a complete success.  It was ‘Page Six’ worthy.

Then, you woke up the next morning, got out of bed, and left a few of your brain cells on the pillow.  You chirped to your husband how much you were looking forward to uploading your pictures from last night’s soiree, to Facebook. Yes, you were delusional enough to think that this was an absolutely fabulous idea.  You can’t wait to share it with your fellow FBers. 

You pour yourself a cup of that black sludge you call coffee (not even your Husband will drink that vile mixture) and you happily plop yourself down in front of your ‘puter.  You take a sip, put down the mug, and get to work on sorting through some of the best images from the party. You start humming your favorite song.  Your spirits are flying high.  As soon as you upload all of the images, you get the bright idea of adding fun commentary to each pic.  Once done, you get up, take a shower and get on with the business of starting your day.  Before you leave the house though, you go back on Facebook to see if anyone has left a comment yet.

To your surprise, there were 10. As you start to read them, the smile slides off your face.  You slowly sit down. You can’t believe it. The claws had come out from some of your so called “friends”.  They were indignant that they hadn’t been invited. Some even wrote some pretty nasty stuff on your wall.  You’re mind is racing.  How dare they? It wasn’t that kind of party where you needed to invite everyone.  And how many parties had they hosted, that you hadn’t been invited to? Did you get upset? No.  You put your big girl knickers on and realized that friends can hang out with other friends without your participation.  But after reading some of the VERY nasty and unkind public comments, you realize that there is definitely a double standard. You wonder out loud, “Are we still in grade school? How old are we? Grow up people.”  The cattiness is just unbelievable. 

Facebook can bring out the worst in people.  The ugly.  And when it gets ugly, Facebook loses some of its charm and appeal.  And now, you either have to start blocking people or hiding your wall.  What a drag!  Well, so much for sharing!

Lounge Lizard

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Of late, staying home after a long week of intense meetings and extended projects is absolutely wonderful. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with my girlfriend’s, because I absolutely do but at times, when we go out to a nice lounge, I don’t want to watch any of my girlfriend’s lose her sense of self when an “Alpha male” walks through the door. My mood takes a turn for the uncomfortable if there is any outlandish behavior being exhibited by one of the ladies. There is nothing that puts me off quicker than seeing one of the chica’s trolling for men. If you’re going man fishing, warn me so I can gracefully opt-out and stay home. I’m well aware that for some women it is less stressful to get your game on when your friends are around but to be honest, I feel that meeting someone should be more organic such as at a dinner or cocktail party or perhaps some sort of event where you’ve been invited. Call me crazy but peddling your goodies and hoo haws for the lounge lizards to assess is demoralizing. Women are powerful and exquisite creatures who have no need to be on display. Yet we forget our heads when a happy meal crosses our line of vision and all we can think about is if that tall drink of water has any refills. *Sigh*

Now, when I was single, I wasn’t opposed to the innocuous small talk from “Joe Smoothie“, while cruising the single circuit but I always felt a certain unease when I was being sized up by the opposite species as though they were the butcher and I were the lamb going up for slaughter. Ick! New York City is known for being an open buffet for the single set with an all you can eat menu (as far as dating goes and the plethora of choices) but what I’ve tried to impress upon a few of my gal pals is that if a man from the city has options, why would he settle for just one woman? City living can be a bit taxing if you are trying to rope a husband. I don’t want to generalize, and this is only MY opinion, but most men in the city want to play and be available for open call night. I know that there is a primal dance we must do when we first meet someone but of late, it just all seems too contrived and the joy of the unexpected is taken out of the equation.

All I am saying is that I would love to have some girlfriend time without some lounge lizard thinking he is going to get lucky that night with some hoo hoo action. Not with these ladies you’re not. So beat it. Scram. Move along lounge lizard. These seats are taken and no, we don’t care if you think you “know us from somewhere.” Puleeease.

Girl’s Night Out

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Fabulous Friday’s always start with a bang when the clock strikes five, especially when it’s girl’s night out. I make a mad dash for my car and leave the doldrums of my office life behind, in a swirl of white dust. Plans have been set with the elegant eight and my car is put into high gear so that I can get home in time to refresh and de-ugly. Pity though that I waste half of my life pining away for the weekend’s but the truth of the matter is that I have yet to reach that special sweet spot where my work is pure pleasure and so….. until then, bring on the delightful bubbly and let’s shake that job right out of my hair (well, at least for the weekend anyway).

What to wear? What to wear? This is my dilemma EVERY Friday night. Hmm. Are we going for chic and elegant or cool and hip? Nothing in my closet screams “wear me” so on occasion I must place a quick call to one of the chica’s for their fashionista input. And to that end, I call Becca. Becca is a picture of pure fabulousness and her motto is “Why age gracefully when there is Botox?” She makes no bones about telling us what’s in or what’s definitely out and for the evening’s festivities, who better to call? I dial her number and she answers the phone as though she has just run a marathon or heaven knows what else she has been up to and to boot I can distinctly hear Disco music pounding in the background. “Becca‘s house of pleasure”, she answered. “Becca, you crazy woman, what are you doing and what is with the 70s tunes?”, I asked. She laughs that Betty Rubble laugh of hers and proceeds to tell me that she is feeling a little retro tonight and has decided to mark the occasion with some Disco classics and some Boogie Oogie Oogie. Now Becca is the kind of girlfriend that any woman would want as a friend. Not only is she a total renaissance woman but she is loyal to a fault and always sees her glass half full. With Becca, it’s hard to have a bad day.

I told her to get her quirky back side to my house pronto, that I was having a fashion crisis. She sighed dramatically and said she would be over as soon as she waxed, plucked, dyed and scrubbed. “But you just dyed your hair last week”, I groaned. And without missing a beat she matter-of-factly stated that it was not the hair on her head that she was dying and that she was going to dye it with a product called Betty something or other. I stared at my cell phone in disbelief. I brought the phone back to my ear and asked her if she had lost her mind? She laughed and hung up. A million things raced through my mind. How would her ‘hub’ react to this new – ahem – neon pink enhancement? Would he laugh as soon as Becca sashayed into the bedroom in her birthday suit or would he hit the MP3 for a little love groove? Now, I thought my ‘going out’ rituals were insane but Becca took it to a totally new level. Her antics never cease to amaze me.

Finally, Becca felt she would grace the public with her presence and showed up at my house as though the paparazzi were waiting for her arrival. When I opened the door, I shook my head in amusement, as she breezed by me in an aromatic haze of Chanel. “Chica, did you bathe in that perfume?” I asked. “Nonsense”, she said. “Don’t be silly. I just did a light spritz.” I looked at her, amazed that she is so blissfully unaware of how over the top she really is but perhaps that is one of the things I love so much about her; her carefree attitude, her joie de vivre, her fearlessness, and of course her fantastic ability to accessorize. I always know that she has the gift of throwing together the right outfits so I just humor her Royal Highness. Heh!

By 8:00 p.m., the eight of us meet at some new swanky lounge and restaurant. We decide to share a few apps and have lovely cocktails while we enjoy the sounds of a smooth jazz group. We talk, we share, and we complete each other’s sentences. We dissect every issue and celebrate every victory. As I look around our table, at each and every woman, I give thanks for the beauty that each one brings into my life. Girlfriend’s can enrich your life and every woman deserves a BFF. Friday night’s are great for dates with your significant other but when you need to decompress and exhale, pick up the hot line, send out the distress call because it’s time for a girl’s night out.