I leave tomorrow for my first-ever trip to Chicago, and I couldn’t be more excited. The weekend’s itinerary is full, but it will be a welcome respite from Floriduh. Things I’m dreaming of until take-off:
Uplifting Prints: I came across this store on etsy and instantly fell in love. From snarky quotes to classic song lyrics, this shop’s options are divine. Plus, who doesn’t love a little cupcake inspiration?
Gigi’s Cupcakes: Speaking of cuppycakes, I was recently caught drooling over the creations at Gigi’s. The menu varies daily, but you can find classics (Scarlett’s Red Velvet) and newcomers (Kentucky Bourbon Pie) alike at a store near you. Sweet!
DWTS Cast: I’ve never seen “Dancing with the Stars,” but this newest cast just made its new No. 1 fan. Kardashian is adorable, Cavallari is a hot mess and Nancy Grace is always a guilty pleasure. Plus, Chaz Bono makes his debut as a post-op transgendered man. You can’t make this stuff up. Bets on how long until Chynna Phillips dances to “Hold On”?
All Things Football (yes, again): My league’s draft is tonight, Bulls Country travels to South Bend this weekend and I couldn’t be happier. I’m 99 percent sure that my excitement to see Touchdown Jesus will lead to me doing something stupid. One can only hope …
Congrats on getting over that hump, all. You did it!
The past few weeks have been hectic, to say the least. Between work, my social life, and friends coming and going, this bird has had far too much on her plate. To relax, I’ve indulged in a decidedly tragic guilty pleasure: Justin Bieber’s music.
I’m fully aware that The Biebs is not yet of age (not till March 1, 2012, anyway) to creep upon. I don’t envision myself “with” him, a la my male friends’ Olsen Twins 18th birthday countdown. Instead, I simply lose myself listening to his catchy songs, and I can’t believe how incredibly successful this Canuck became in just a couple of years (and hundred million YouTube hits).
I was “outed” at lunch last week, as co-workers and I discussed our guilty pleasures. One said he couldn’t get enough of Nancy Grace‘s coverage of the Casey Anthony (AKA Tot Mom) trial. Another said she loves to spend hours upon hours playing video games. And we pretty much all agreed that networks like Bravo are created for the sheer satisfaction of lazy Sundays and guilty-pleasure gratification.
While my appreciation for JB does not nearly equate to the pandemic Bieber Fever that affects approximately 10 of 10 teenage girls, I also think the whole point of a guilty pleasure is that you shouldn’t have to defend it.
So what’s yours — do you crave romance novels or tabloid mags when you need to unwind? Is it something else entirely? Share your story, so we can celebrate the _____ lover in us all.