"the fortnight" has begun

It's the little things in life that make me happy.  A cold frappucino on a hot day, a smile from the cute Goldman Sachs guy in the gym (this hasn't happend YET), Justin Bieber being made fun of on national television by David Letterman. Multiple shots of Carlos Costa in a blue suit and crisp white shirt watching Rafa win his match before noon? Well that makes me beyond happy...like cold shower happy. It's a damn shame that the summer of weddings seems to fall strategically during the american tennis season. I'm going to hold out hope I make it to NYC for at least one match.

Here's your cute for the day...and he even curses! Swoon.
http://2012.wimbledon.com/en_GB/interactive/multimedia.html?id=NvdWo4NTpxSVo1WbfAXUgioaYECE1CGM

XOX,
Bunny

best day ever?

Yes, yes ya'll! We have a winner! And he is the adorable Rafael Nadal. Seven French Opens won - the most in history defeating Bjorn Borg six titles. I woke up early and watched with baited breath until the dreaded "rain delay" happened. But, I should have realized by now that rain delays only help Rafa...mostly because he is like a little rainbow. I was up early to watch today as well, fighting traffic to make it to the office by 7:30 so I could watch. Who knew my little man would crush it so fast? I barely had time to settle in before he won. My problem is I love Novak too - maybe not as intensely as Rafi - but pretty bad. I actually loved watching him throw his racket and beat up his chair. I like fiery emotion.  The one thing I didn't like was there were no shots of Carlos Costa until the very end when Raf jumped up in the stands. ESPN/NBC only showed up close face video of Toni, never zooming out for a glimpse of CC. Incredibly sad...but not to fear - this AP photo at least shows the back of his head filled with all that illustrious hair. Sigh. Wimbledon starts at the end of the month, so you'll get a nice tennis reprieve for a couple weeks.

In other news, no it's not Thursday, but my other boy, Karl Lagerfeld was honored in Germany with a wax figure at last week in Hamburg at the St. Pauli Panopticon, the country's oldest wax museum. I'm going to let you figure out which one is which. It's pretty hard to distinguish basically because the real Karl might be made of wax too. I still don't believe he lost 90 lbs eating fish and drinking Diet Coke.

And the piece-de-resistance to a sunny Monday, my favorite summertime drink Bud Light Lime (don't laugh...it's refreshing and delicious) is blowing minds with this new delicious goodness - Bud Lime-a-Rita. BLL and a margarita mixed into one can? Holy amazing. Filthy McNasty - we're going to need about 1000 of these for the beach. Get on it immediately.

Daydreaming about booze, Rafa, and the beach...

XO

Bunny

happy 26th birthday rafa!

I hope you all celebrated Rafa's birthday better than I did - which was a trip to Target and cleaning my apartment. Yay...happy birthday.

What you can't see in this picture is the Tour de Eiffel on the left hand side which was incidentally cut out. But what you can see is a gorgeous and tan birthday boy and my main man Carlos. God, I love Europeans and their effortless chic-ness.

XO,

b

R-R-R-Rafa

With the French Open going until next weekend, I'm afraid the majority of the posts will be about tennis. I'm sorry I'm a nerd.

My bff and boy toy Rafa got an early birthday treat last week when Madame Tussauds created a wax figure of him which is displayed in London.

While he does look adorable, I almost wish they had made him picking his butt instead. They even got the bulging muscles in his forearm correct. However, in all my hours studying "the Raf", I would say Madame gave him too much hair. They also could have given him a little scowl, forehead wrinkles and wrapped his fingers more.

Just to note, this statue would be an appropriate Christmas 2013 present in case you were wondering what to get me.

XO,
B

it's the freakin weekend

The French Open starts tomorrow and do you know who is excited to do nothing but watch tennis this weekend? THIS GIRL. Praise the lord baby jesus NBC and ESPN2 will cover all grunts, sweaty t-shirts, and pouty faces of my boy. Hopefully there will be some glimpses of Carlos Costa. It's been far too long since I've paused the DVR and stared at him for 5 full minutes.



Happy weekend bitches!



XO,

Bunny

"I hope not sporadically"

Remember that line from Clueless when Cher is asked what she did for the day and she replies "I broke in my new purple clogs"? Well I have big plans tomorrow which include breaking in my new gold jack rogers. I'm very excited about it. Sorry I'm not sorry.

Something else I'm excited about - Rafa beat Djokovic in Rome today. Second win in a row! Next stop, Paris. I was so excited over this win you would think I was the one who actually played and won. The match was delayed by rain yesterday, so while they waited the boys played pool.

I love this picture for many reasons - Uncle Tony's casually draped sweater, Dad's intense mental focus, my sweet boy in his orange with his mummy wrapped fingers, and of course, my main man Carlos Costa patiently waiting his turn looking classic and handsome. I can't even tell you the naughty thoughts I've had of Carlos and I on this pool table. Balls and cue sticks optional. Blue chalk required.

XO,

Bunny

could they be any cuter?

While a bit old, I saw this for the first time today and it warmed my heart. Sigh. I love him.



XO,
B

the clouds never expect it when it rains

I apologize for the MIA status for the last 2 weeks. To say things have been bananas would be to put it mildly. First, sadly, I have to report that after 14 amazing years of unconditional love and support my sweet little pooch, Rudy, no longer belongs to this world. It has been incredibly sad - more than I realized it would be - and while at home this weekend the loss was intensified. Her monogrammed dog bed(s) (doesn't every dog need a bed in all corners of the house??) still lay around the house, like my parents hope time will rewind and she will come back. I dropped a cracker on the floor and came so close to calling "rudy" to spare me the energy to bend over and it up. While sad, she went out with a bang as her last meal was a wendy's cheeseburger, french fries and a frosty. However, it was a vanilla frosty because my father couldn't bring himself to buy her a chocolate one...you know cause she could die from too much chocolate. My brother is pushing hard from Australia for my parents to get a pig...and name it Kevin Bacon.

What else did I miss the last two weeks....

*Prince Harry was in DC to receive some award last Monday. It was the same night as the Met Gala. Do you know how hard it was to try and decide between Harry and Anna Wintour? I did what I thought was best...and picked neither and watched Hart of Dixie on my couch.

*I had this brilliant idea that I should just happen to be hanging out at the Ritz in the bar the same time Harry was getting his award. Obviously, my trip to the hotel didn't pan out because I was too busy looking for a helicopter (long story), but when I saw the pictures of the girls standing outside waiting for his arrivals, all I could think of was "Buzz, your girlfriend. WOOOOOF." You all know how I like to play it cool around celebrities (Brangelina, Matthew Perry), but I would have lost my shit for that little redheaded hoodlum and probably ended up on the 6pm news. Thank god he didn't make a trip to the "dump" is all I have to say.

*I really wanted to do a post on the Met Gala, but after looking through 140 pictures of ugly and bizarre, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Sorry I'm not sorry.

*Gay marriage...um, yeah...so that happened. Mazel tov!

*I haven't seen my gym crush/I Spy in 2 weeks. That saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder? Yeah. No.

*Speaking of the gym, a new personal training company is hard core lobbying the building for new clients. They've been in our lobby for a week offering their services, which is very nice and I should definitely sign up, but just can't. Not in the office gym. Not being screamed at in front of ISpy. Well New Girl (or her new name, That One) decided it would be awesome if we signed up for a boot camp. It was all fun and games until I ran into the boot camp instructor. Have you ever seen the movie Major Payne? Well standing before me was Major Benson Winifred Payne complete with camo pants and the tightest camo under armor shirt I have ever seen. He, too, is 6'4, black, bald and looks like he could literally murder me with his pinkie. "Killing is my business and business is good." Ya'll pray for us. We're going to need it.

*Rafael Nadal. Sigh. He's now the world's #3 player. Federer breezed past him to reclaim the #2 spot this weekend after he won the Madrid Open. I don't really have anything to say here, but thought you would want to know.

*Continuing on tennis, I miss Carlos Costa. That is all.

*A word to the wise: If you ever end up at the Rock n' Roll Hotel, which incidentally is not a hotel, do not, and I repeat DO NOT, get the "redrum" drink. There is a reason there is a 2 drink limit and it is called murder backwards because it will murder you. I'm pretty sure they put roofies in it. Or everclear. Same diff.

*And finally, can we talk about what a disaster 95 South is? Why, on Friday, was I the only non-yankee on the road? And why are yankees so aggressive? I'll leave for you to ponder that today.

XO,
Bunny

PS - and just to blow your mind on this rainy Monday morning, I give you this. Good luck trying to rid it from your head. I will spend the morning meetings thinking of dirty things to do with all these boys.

FINALLY

I felt like a proud parent yesterday. I almost started to cry over my joy. After a year full of tough losses and poor playing, my boy Rafa, FINALLY beat Novak Djokovic in the final of the Monte Carlo tournament. Novak's grandfather died during the tournament and watching him during the match you knew he wasn't there mentally. I felt really bad for him.

I hope this win boosts Rafa's self confidence because I cannot endure another season like last year.

Is Carlos looking a touch gaunt in this picture?

XO,

Bunny

Rafa. Ben Stiller. Talk amongst yourselves.

1. When did Ben Stiller get so old?

2. When did Ben Stiller get so short?

3. When did Rafa get so damn adorable?

Photo: Rafa's facebook

XO,

Bunny

I am alive

It was touch and go there for a couple days, but I am feeling much better. Thank you all for your emails and concern.  For those following at home who don't know where I've been for a week, the illness I've had since October finally caught up to me and it was not pretty. It seems that despite all the booze over christmas, the gym and the multiple z-packs made any difference to the infection. I was very close to having pneumonia and I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever been as sick as I was last week in my life.

*6 days out of work
*5 trips to CVS
*4 boxes of tissues
*3 days of no sleep
*2 doctors visits

All I can say is thank you to the Australian Open for keeping me entertained at 4am. I really didn't care who I was watching, but Rafa was on Monday night at the height of my insomnia and seemed to soothe the restlessness. The shots of Carlos also helped.  The final match was brutal - both the time and the outcome.

I happened to catch the SAG awards last night before Downton Abbey and the Good Wife. Did you watch? The red carpet was okay, nothing earth shattering except for Rose Byrne's amazing Elie Saab pantsuit. Between her outfit and her hair, she was perfection. Other observations:

*I'm still over Michelle Williams and her pixie hair.
*I'm over George Clooney and Stacy Kiebler. I hate her name. Reminds me of Kiebler elves and makes me crave cookies.
*Angie looked better than at the Globes, but that black halter dress she has worn before. However, it looks good on her and her hair and jewelry were pretty.
*Brad continues to look like a wax doll.
*How do you pronounce "Tattinger", the champagne? I've always heard it said "tat-en-ger". But last night they pronounced it "tat-en-jay". Whatever - just pass the bottle of Veuve.
*Emily Blunt looked great in that green Oscar de la Renta dress. I am dying over the grass green he has been using this season.
*If Julianna Margulies wore a colored dress, she would cease to exist. Someone please tell her stylist to incorporate some color to the poor childs wardrobe.
*I really want to like Julie Bowen because I love her on Modern Family, but I just can't. She's not funny. At all. And actually I take it back, I don't love her on Modern Family.
*Speaking of Modern Family, the creator - Steven Levitan - is adorable. They need to add him to the show.
*Melissa McCarthy - great dress. She needs to stick with that kind of draping.
*Did anyone catch the "in memoriam" portion of the program? Always the best part (to me), I was devastated to learn that the grandma from the Cosby Show died this year. I actually teared up as she was always my favorite person on the show.

I also made one bullet about The Good Wife last night:
*Josh Charles is a phenomenal dancer.

That's about it ladies and gentleman. I'm sick of television, you all are sick of hearing about Rafa, and I missed the Parisian fashion shows last week so I've got nothing left. I'll try to catch you up later in the week on the pretty from Paris. Just to wet your pallet - the Chanel show was held in an airport hanger. Rumor has it they had flight attendants serving drinks complete with costume.

XO,
B

tennis time

It's so cold outside that when I watch the Australian Open, I long for warm weather, sun...and Carlos Costa.  The good news is Rafa has won both of his games so far.  The bad news is it's going to be a tough year. The poor guy is never healthy - he's always hurt or his stomach hurts. But with the return of Rafa comes Carlos! And this picture posted on FB Wednesday shows my main man kicked back, relaxing (probably thinking of me) and wearing some kicks with cool laces. I like a man that accessorizes!  Because the photo is kind of dark, thanks to microsoft paint, I highlighted CC to make sure you didn't miss him.



There is also a great article, written two weeks ago, on Carlos' day job, working as Rafa's agent at IMF.  How cush of a job is that?? Little known fact that he also used to manage Roger Federer.

time of death...2:32pm

Wellllll hellllllo! Have you missed me? It's been a long time...even longer if you count the fact that I wrote the movie posts mostly in November. I know, I'm a sly one.

Man - that holiday season just about did me in. I don't think I've drank that much champagne...well...ever, even though Poodle says my blood type is "champagne". December was a month of nothing but parties, booze, and hangovers. Not a pretty sight, but I'm sure it is exactly how the baby jesus would have wanted me to celebrate his impending birthday.

And so I'm back...I guess. I think with all the champ in my blood stream, I ended up catching some sort of virus. I would say it was the bird flu, but this was worse. On Christmas I was begging for death - not presents. And then on the 28th, it disappeared as mysteriously as it had come. However, its not really gone because I can only "be on" for about 3 hours before I'm exhausted and crawling for the bed.

The holiday was spent in the RIC. I didn't think I would last all 10 days there, but with the bird flu devil hosting in my body, most of it was spent in bed watching Downton Abby (which is exactly where I was for NYE). However, I did make it out long enough to catch the new Elvis exhibit at the Virginia Fine Arts Museum - which I highly recommend. The Louvre it's not, but when in Rome you know.  I also saw the new Mission Impossible movie. Granted, I hadn't seen the previous MI movies, but it was GOOD. And I don't even like Mr. Cruise.  But one thing I think everyone can agree on is the man deserves an Oscar for his running skills alone. How does he run so fast? Do you think its because he's 4'11? Man...he can pump those arms like nothing I've ever seen before.

Speaking of NYE, I know everyone has made their resolutions and most of us normally take until February to break them, but one of mine - to have more patience and be positive at work - died a glorious death yesterday.  I barely made it 72 hours.  A new record.  Other than the ones that everyone else has - to eat healthier and to work out more - I've decided to be nicer, to be more frugal (which is SO hard because I'm sweating the 'God Save McQueen' scarf like it's my fever), to give up Baby Boy, and to travel.  Speaking of working out, who doesn't love to roll into the gym January 2nd to see what new meat is there. Last night there was the usual 50 year old men who have a sudden realization that another year is gone and they are another year older.  They'll be gone by MLK weekend.  Then there was my gymesis - who everyone hates because he is a douche - and then the one new attendee, who while cute, ran for 7 minutes and then left. He didn't even bother to put his stuff in the locker room, which is always odd to me.  And yes - I did see how long he lasted, because at the 7 minute mark I was ready to call it a day too.

Tennis is back...which means Rafa is back...which means I will be a happier person. That is IF he wins. I'm not holding my breath, but just praying he makes it to Cincinnati in August.

Welcome back!
XO
Bunny

tout est merde excepte vous amour

Tennis in Paris is about to return and me being well me, I had to call comcast to see about getting the tennis channel. Espn's coverage is just pure shit. So while contemplating adding another channel and another time waster, Rafa pulled out of Paris (sounds so dirty, doesn't it?!).

Thanks for saving me the $10, I guess? As much as I love Djokovic and Hot Jesus (Feliciano Lopez...or as Federer's mom calls him "Deliciano Lopez"), I'll just catch the replays. Thanks for destroying my week, pretend bff.


XO,
B



these are a few of my favorite things

I'm sick. I have a vicious cold that has decided to host in my body and make me miserable.  At least it could have been a stomach flu so I could lose 10 lbs. How rude.

But in the news today, there is a man that never gets sick, though if I was as rich as him I wouldn't get sick either. In fact I doubt he even sleeps. How could he? He's Karl. Yep, my pretend BFF announced this week that he was a touch bored so he's decided to do his own clothing line - this being separate from Chanel, Fendi, and Karl Lagerfeld Impulse for Macy's.  Actually, he's doing two clothing lines, because one would be so demode. The lower-priced line, called "Karl" (genius) will price between $85 to $415 while the higher-priced collection, "Karl Lagerfeld Paris," will be about $415 to $3,465. And because Karl is a giver, you will be able to purchase on net-a-porter.com. Don't worry...I've already signed up for email reminders.

Oh...and let's not forget the nerd rage I had last night when I saw that the Kaiser will also do a watch line for Fossil. The sad part, they won't be out until Spring 2013. Can I even wait that long?


And to bring you (read: me) some happy today, feast your eyes on this video. How do you think I get to be the makeup girl/clothes helper-outter?


Hugs and sniffles,
XO
B