Eek! I didn't realize how long it had been since I posted. Bad blogger! Bad me!
I went to see Madonna last week.
It was... you know... okay.
I had a fantabulous time with my mom and my sister. We drank martinis and Malibu Bay Breezes and wine and enjoyed the company. It was a blast. We stayed in a Sofitel and they had the most amazing beds in the entire world. Seriously, if I travel, I will look for a Sofitel in a city before I'd look for a Four Seasons, Hyatt or and Historic Hotel of America. Hands down. They had down feather beds and down comforters and amazing down pillows. I wanted to move in. My sister and I shared a room while my mother lounged lazily all by her lonesome in her own special suite. Ali, my sister, worked for Clinique at one point and reconfigured my entire cosmetics life. We chatted about our lives, bitched about politics, hit on men in the hotel bar and drank more martinis (Pomme Rouge martinis to be exact - sour apple pucker, vodka and cranberry juice, ah.)
Of course, the other exciting parts of the trip included a power shopping trip to JCrew where I got some awesome new clothes and mom singlehandedly putting me on the Fat Flush diet.
The non-exciting part of the trip was Madonna.
Yeah. Madonna. Not Exciting.
She was an hour late for her concert and when she did show up, it just wasn't a big WOW thing.
I would have been impressed by the performance if it were Ashlee Simpson, but for Madonna I was totally expecting more. And so were my mom and sister.
As for the Fat Flush, yeah, I'm doing that now, albeit a little half-assedly seeing as how I haven't completely cut out the carbs, but I am taking all of the supplements. I explained that I simply cannot cut carbs until the planets align and my period is over. Why? My ovaries are PISSED at me for letting them get all butchered up. They might cause problems if I cut carbs. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself to put it off for another week. Mom swears by the FF, I'm pretty sure she'd even swear on our lives (actually, just on the other children's lives -- she knows that I'm the one who's going to make sure she doesn't start washing her hair with that bluing shit and protect her from the gold lame). So now I drink diluted, unsweetened cranberry juice all day, and take flax supplements and drink lemon water, and you know what, I think it works a little bit. I still haven't entirely neglected Weight Watchers, I'm still following most of those principles as well. We'll see how I do this week.
I will post, again, soon, I promise. Thanks Amie for making me remember!
keep me posted on the diet. I might go into desperation mode soon (don't judge, I'm a Briiiiiiiiiiiide).
Also, those martinis sound SO GOOD.
Posted by: janet | July 21, 2006 at 08:06 PM
Yay! I was worried that you joined up with Madonna's dance troupe or something. What about the concert made it "meh"?
What are the specs of the Fat Flush?
Posted by: amieable | July 24, 2006 at 11:20 AM