straight out of cape cod

How does that saying go? We came, we saw, we conquered? Yeah...well that's what basically happened at the Cape, except we came, we saw, and we destroyed that shit like the F5 tornadoes we are. We whirled into town on Thursday and by 2pm we were on our second bloody mary. And that's how the weekend pretty much went - we lived on bloodies and cold cuts and it was awesome.



those volleyball players were on their staff retreat at the Chatham Bars Inn.
the company? Bain Capital.

The bride was gorgeous; the setting amazing. And the dancing...well they played September by Earth, Wind, and Fire right off the bat. It set the scene for the night and I rocked my jam like never before. I was probably a hot mess.

Chatham Bars Inn...other wise known as heaven.

Next time I go back, I want it to be October with a crisp chill in the air. I will wear a large gray cable knit sweater, jeans, will sit on one of the adirondack chairs, sip apple cider (or a "donkeychino") and be happier than I've ever been. Until then Chatham...

XO,

B

PS - the night before I left, I had my first official conversation with my gym boyfriend. It was about 5 minutes long, it was informative and it was glorious and to know that he, too, loves tennis made the weekend even better. SIGH.

were you thinking about that Louis neverfull bag too?

This just in: I'm materialistic. I'm also not well liked. According to this morning's faciniating article in the NYT, if you would rather have a new dress over a trip, then you are obviously depressed and unhappy with your life. I actually kind of see this...it's why when I'm depressed I buy myself something great, usually to take it back once the high has worn off.  Just more great news that I'll probally die alone. At least I'll look good when I'm living with my 100 cats. Just kidding...I hate cats.

XO,
B

I'm on fire.

Well the beach trip has been cut short because the beach is on fire. Not really, but sort of. A bad storm came through Sunday night and the lightening caught some woodlands on fire. But the smell has now reached the beach and the air is so thick with smoke, along with the 100 degree heat, and it's like standing in a fire. And on top of all that, the military base must be doing maneuvers with f-16s. Seriously, it sounds like we are under attack.

Good news is I got some good sun and ate some good food. The people watching was amazing and I got to see a wedding at the hotel. On a Monday night. Her dress looked like a comforter taken off a bed and stapled together. It was uber trashy.

Xoxo,
Bunny

fifty nifty united states

When the "New Girl" moved in, we were all concerned about how she was going to fit in to the group.  When she ordered a 1950's huge cork board, we all were a little concerned, did a gasp and bit our knuckle.  When the wall sized map of the United States showed up....well...we knew she was crazy and did what one does with a large oversized map and started defacing it.  It all started out with a bright orange post it saying "baby boy" located in Milwaukee. Over the past couple weeks, the ridiculousness of it has grown exponentially. Today I walked in to find a new "bunny" sticker located below the map...somewhere in Mexico aka "hell".

Trust me when I say that when I'm at work, I'm already in hell. But thanks for the vote of encouragement.

Speaking of hell....My never ending campaign to attend my work annual meeting in Orlando is not going so well.  I want to go for a couple of reasons. Number one is the BB. Yes, we broke up but I obviously want him to see me walking around a strange hotel all tan and gorgeous. Two, I want to visit Harry Potter World. And I want a picture of me with a gryffindor scarf, drinking a butter beer, feeling up Draco Malfoy.  Is that too much for a girl to ask for?  The other thing I would do, is drink margaritas with this guy and find out how its acceptable for him to walk around with no pants. I bet you he gets trashed on tequila.

Could you imagine the amazing stories you could tell that start with..."So when in Orlando, I got drunk and hooked up with the mexican donald."? Do you think BB would be jealous at all? Yeah, me neither.

XOXO,
Bunny

baby if you've ever wondered, wondered what ever became of me

YAY! Tickets are booked to Cincinasty and I. Am. Pumped. Rafael Nadal, watch your back.

XO,

Bunny

c.r.e.a.m

Cash rules everything around me.

I've always joked about how I wished my parents were more over achievers.  This comment comes when I see someone with a new Mercedes or when I spend time at friend's beach houses.  Truly, it's always materialistic. I've been very blessed and have wanted for nothing....except for that Mercedes. But I digress....

Today I spent a lovely day in the country.  Back in horse country, Virginia, it was a very hot and sunny day.  I met the dutchess and her adorable and very tolerable hubby at the barn.  We then headed into Upperville to watch a horse jumping show.  It's called Upperville because everyone that lives there is on uppers. True story. The smell of money is in the air. No longer just old, rich, white guys...but young, rich, white guys as well.  And lord, the gays.  Also, a plethora of overly skinny, overly plastic, blond trophy wives.To my left was a very old Robert Duvall.  To my right, a beautiful orange ostrich Hermes birkin.  I have never felt so inadequate or poor in my life. Yes, I joke around about my Hermes obsession, and sometimes I say that I would give away my first born for the elusive ostrich birkin, but it is mostly joking. Mostly.  But seriously...look at this picture and tell me you wouldn't kill for this bag:

yes...it's real.



After the lady with the birkin left, the day was pretty much over. All of a sudden, the winds picked up, it dropped 25 degrees and a storm came through like you have never seen.  Trees down all over the place; stone fences which have been standing for years, destroyed.

But it should be noted that I sat outside in full on sun for 3 hours and no part of me is burned! Hallelujah.

Some more photos from the outing:

don't you just love Chaddy's little hat?  So fashionable.

That's Robert Duvall.  A hot, sweaty, and old Robert Duvall.

Nothing but miles and miles of this.

XOXO,
Bunny

gone to carolina in my mind

Rhett Butler once said, "I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace."

Flipping through the newest Vogue last night, I came across a spread that blew my mind away.  The lighting was amazing; the subject was perfection....and after I finished the article on Novak Djokovic (tee hee), I came across a "dress thru the US" spread.  They did outfits from California, Maine, Texas...and Charleston.  Now, if you know the Bunny, then you know that my true home is Charleston, South Carolina.  I love everything about it.  The people, the sweet tea, the manners, the Battery.



don't mind if I do

I love the charm, the elegance, the grace.  I love the food: she-crab soup, shrimp and grits, fried tomatoes.  All staples of good, southern cooking. There is something about the city that almost begs you to dress up...to respect the history of the Queen city.

LOVE.

But don't let images of the old Charleston fool you.  The C-town of today is uber chic and cool.  The city is now home to some of the most amazing shopping and restaurants. If you are a "foodie" check out 39 Rue de la John, S.N.O.B - Slightly North of Broad, or Magnolia's.  Anywhere that serves pimento cheese as an app has got to be amazing.  And for shopping, well you just got to hit up the Copper Penny for the perfect pair of shoes.  Speaking of shoes, I just received the most adorable pair of Jack Rogers yesterday! Charleston is where I purchased my first pair back in the day...

breaking in new Jacks should be a full time job

Airfare is hit or miss.  Sometimes you can find a weekly saver if you are lucky, but most of the time you are looking at $400 for a quick weekend romp.  But let me tell you, it is so worth it....and its close to the beach! Isle of Palm is nearby and has great sandcastles.

So who is ready to go with me? Not all at once, now.



XOXO,
Bunny the Belle

Oh...and in case you were interested...here is that photo of Djokovic from Vogue.  Eat your heart out Rafa.



Number 2 in the world, number 2 in my heart

Photo Credits:  Charleston Real Estate, Charleston Tourism, Randy - sandcastle king, Vogue