why you might ask...

After Rafa's performance last night, I just can't with that kid anymore. He takes all of my patience and just crumples it up and throws it away.  I can't even write about the match between him and my homeboy Tsonga. Thank god for the brief shots of Uncle Tony that included my man Carlos Costa...it was the highlight of my night (well after finding out that my gym crush was in the bar last night! And he drinks beer! He's definitely straight, right?).

JESUS I love a man with a sweater over his shoulders. Hell, who am I kidding. Carlos could walk out in a trash bag and I would sweat him like it was my job.

XO,

Bunny Costa

like a rhinestoned cowboy..err...grrrrl

Please do not construe this post to be in any way, shape, or form about Treyvon Martin or his parents. No, this post is about something not quite as important...dress code.

DC is clothes stuffy. I admit it. Most of my closet is black, navy blue and the occasional gray with some pops of color here and there. Even if I didn't live in DC, this is how I would dress because dark colors are slimming. DC'ers are professional in the sense that we are a bit up-tight, only allowing our emotions to boil up in traffic and the occasional congressional hearing. Gossip - that we do - because it's a victimless crime like tax evasion or public indecency.

All of a sudden our eyes have been assaulted by first term congresswoman Frederica Wilson.  When she first came to DC, she was known for wearing the most ridiculous get ups you have ever seen.  When her petition to the United States House of Representatives to wear cowboy hats on the floor was denied, I thought she would just disappear and learn to conform to the monotony of DC.

Oh...but HELL TO THE NO. Yesterday, when Treyvon's parents came to town to discuss their son's case, this crazy dressed to impress.

Someone please explain to me how rhinestoned cowboy hats are appropriate in ANY situation unless you are at Senior Frogs having a margarita made in your mouth....let alone multiple in different colors.

Ugh...I just can't with her. Please, CNN, I beg of you to stop showing her during my gym time. It just makes me want to leave sooner.

make new friends, but keep the old

I am the absolute worst keeping in touch with people. My friends can attest. And when I make friends with someone who is like me with the friend communication, well it's just over.

While perusing the NYT at lunch (gah - why is it so cold outside? What happened to the 70 degree weather??), I came across an article about how having more friends will make you live longer. Forging stronger social connections for a longer life is the title and it's incredibly interesting. Basically it says as long as you are up and out, you will live a long and happy life no matter what you eat.  This is good news because I found out this morning that Chick-Fil-A will now have a food truck in DC. (Sidenote: If you find the truck stolen and a red head covered in chick-fil-a sauce roaming the streets, chicken fingers in hand screaming "as god as my witness I will never be hungry again", it's not me.)

Anyhow, part of the article talks about how being humble and not self involved also helps lead to a longer life.

"Mr. Robbins cites an illustrative study published in 1983 by Larry Scherwitz, then a psychologist at Baylor University, who taped the conversations of nearly 600 men, a third of them with heart disease. Dr. Scherwitz counted how often the men used first-person pronouns — I, me, mine — and found that those who used them most often were most likely to have heart disease and, when followed for several years, most likely to suffer heart attacks.



The psychologist advised: “Listen with regard when others talk. Give your time and energy to others; let others have their way; do things for reasons other than furthering your own needs.”

So basically, I can barely hope to make it to 2015. Let others have their way?? There is no way in hell that's going to work.  Start thinking about what you will say at my funeral now...please make it poignant, funny, and crude in no particular order.

XO,
B

for the love of god - its zou bisou NOT zoo be zoo

If I read one more Mad Men recap that calls the French song Megan sang, "Zoo Be Zoo", I am going to SCREAM.

Well ya'll, Mad Men is back. How long has it been? It seems like eternity...and I for one met last night's episode with mixed emotions. Part of me was glad the show was back, but once it started it felt like my soul was slowly being sucked out. Back to the monotony of Sterling Cooper Draper Price. Back to the repressed issues of all the characters. Back to the drinking and the smoking and the sex. Actually, I like the sex and the drinking.

The theme of this episode to me seemed that everyone was basically miserable inside.  Don, while married to a hot little girl, still hates himself. Lane, who I thought was adorable in his conversation with Joan, has his wife and child in America yet was drawn to a picture of a woman in a wallet. Watching him have the phone conversation with the "woman from the wallet" was painful and made my skin crawl.  Roger is also married to a hot little girl, but is miserable because his professional career is flailing and his wife isn't smart and is quite boring. Peggy is still Peggy - working hard for that money, but at what cost. Megan Draper tries to be positive and perfect, but deep down I think she is starting to question if she made the right choice marrying Don. Joan is post-partum with her nagging mother hitting on the help. She is miserable thinking  the one thing that made her Joan might have disappeared while she was having her bundle of joy. Oh...and then there is Peter Campbell. He is miserable at home, he is miserable at work. If there was ever a character I wanted to punch in the throat, it's him. He is a whiny, spoiled brat and that means something coming from a whiny, spoiled brat.

Despite all of the miserableness, it looks like everyone is moving on up to the east side. Don has a great new, modern apartment with white carpet. Betty has a new mansion with her political husband ("Say hi to Morticia and Lurch for me."). And Peter Campbell looks like he has assumed the Don Draper house of 5 seasons ago complete with train ride and train-wreck-ish wooden paneled cabinets. Really, those cabinets are horrible.

I'm interested to see where the rest of the season will go from here. Jon Hamm gave an interview a couple of months ago that hinted that maybe there would be some Don/Joan action this season which will sure make for some great tv involving Roger. Everything that came out of his mouth last night was hilarious. I especially loved when he asked his wife why she didn't speak french to him and she responded promptly because he didn't look like Don.  Oh Don Draper...would he have gotten half as far in life if he was ugly?

XO,
Bunny

PS - Did you see the way AMC ran a million "The Killing" previews for next week? HA! AMC...you are hilarious. Like anyone is tuning into that piece of shit just for you to pull the rug out again after I watch 13 hours of NOTHING.

PPS - Matthew Perry was on the Good Wife last night looking a lot better than when I last saw him in July. I'm not sure if it was a lot of make up and some botox or a lot of botox and a lot of make up, but he looked good. I hope they have him back. Per usual, Josh Charles was hot as hell.

"That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else."

He's tall.
He has brown hair.
He is beautiful....and I love him.

His name is unknown...his place of employment a mystery. He's shown up to the work gym every Monday and Wednesday at 7pm for the last 4 months (though did not show last night). He once wore a Saints t-shirt, which in my head means he's southern and straight (did you get that too?).  There has been talk of having me wear a colts t-shirt to start conversation with him...though it hasn't worked out well because I keep calling the other football team the "new england saints" instead of "new orleans". Whatever. Semantics.


He makes me work out longer and harder so I don't come across as a fat ass. On Monday, he made me work an extra 16 minutes on the elliptical. As it was set on mountain climber #9, on Tuesday I could barely walk. Sigh...

I've enlisted help from our concierge in the lobby. I've gone through the roster of businesses in the building on google, coming across a listing for the CIA. When I brought this up to said concierge, he practically laughed me out of his office. I think it was to throw me off the scent. But now, I have created this whole back story on my boy. He's an undercover you see...which would explain why he is non-descript and after he leaves I forget everything about him. And after this article in the Washington Post this week, I am sure that I would play an amazing job as a spy's wife. People practically open up to me and tell me their deepest, darkest secrets already. Can you imagine if I got paid for it? A spy or a gossip columnists...either one would do.

Wishing and hoping,
XO
Bunny

viva la france

Take the time to read this quick article from The New Yorker about French women. As you know, I wish I was a French woman. It completely made my day and will now refer to my upper arms as "ohio". I also need to make a visit and pick up a Chanel bag and a new Hermes.

XO,
Bunny

Karl...in 24 hours

Harper's Bizarre featured my bestie Karl in this month's "My List".  I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's like the man is my soul mate. Some great take aways from the article - 1. he doesn't actually go to work until 5pm 2. he talks about his 2 homes feet from each other and 3. he has his sheets changed every day. EVERY DAY. Even those who know me well might not know that I wash my white sheets every Sunday. I too have a bed of white - sheets, duvet, blanket. However, I am concerned about the intake of Diet Coke Monsieur Karl has daily. All that aspartame can't be good for your system.

http://www.harpersbazaar.com/fashion/fashion-articles/24-hours-with-karl-lagerfeld-0412?src=rss#slide-1

XO,
Bunny