The Matchbook

oh-so-coco:

KARL LAGERFELD’S MACY COLLECTION - At a special viewing today, Macy’s gave the press an advance look at Karl Lagerfeld’s 45-piece limited-edition collection. The line debuts online and in over 200 stores on August 31st, but here is your first look at the campaign which features a girl you might know. Much more to come…

Loving this.

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hella-fly:

I……….learned something today

There is only one ‘y’ in “hey”. That’s all you get.

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shloobykitten:

This is a good strategy.

He WOULD have my same area-code.  Way to represent Eastern CT! 

I think maybe I want to live here.

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lady-penny-face:

Leslie: I’m just so frustrated…by all these rules lately.
Ben: Me too.

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What did I do this weekend?  I brought Zack Morris back to my apartment!

A friend and I went to Drinker’s (classiest bar in Philly) Saturday night and decided we should rage.  We started talking to these very nice, very young men at the bar.  One of them was tall and blonde, rockin’ Nantucket reds:
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You know I’m a sucker for those bad boys.  So I continue to drink in excess and dance like I’m at a wedding with this guy in the middle the bar, while my friend is egging me on.  She also decides that this kid totally looks like Zack Morris, therefore I should bring him home with me.  Meanwhile, we find out that this group of young men are visiting from out of town and staying with their buddy who lives in Philly.  So, it’s fair enough to say I won’t ever have to see Zack again.

The bar closes, and I pull my best line…

“So.  Do you want to come back with me?” 

It works!  We start walking.  Along the way, I learn the following about our young adventurer:

1.) He lives at home with his parents in some random-ass town in NY.  Now, in today’s crappy economy, that’s totally fine.  I think all of us have lived at home for an extended period of time.  However, he is living at home for a while because…
2).) He doesn’t plan on finding a job right now, because he’s going to travel for a few months!  Okay.  This can only mean one thing (see #3).
3.) He just graduated college and is 22. 

I know 22 isn’t really that young, but college-senior Rachel and current Rachel?  Those are two very different people.  Anyway, now I sorta feel like a cougar, luring young Zack Morris back to my apartment at 2am on a Saturday.  But I figure I’ve come this far, no sense turning back.  During our walk, he called his friends (on his flip-phone).  Again, flip-phones are fine, but totally hilarious in this particular situation because I kept thinking about this:

He told his friends he was fine, and I guess whoever he was talking to responded with, “Let us know if we need to save you.  We’ll be there in five seconds.”  Save him from what?  My cougar-claw grip?  The roofies I keep in my Kate Spade?  Did they notice I was already sprouting an ample amount of grey hairs?  It’s not like I literally dragged the guy out of the bar.  He could have turned at any moment.

Now what happens next is a little TMI, but I really don’t care.  Sometimes you’re the giver, sometimes you’re the receiver, and usually you play both roles in one evening.  However, on this particular night, I was the receiver.  And then I decided I wanted to go to bed.  Good night, Zack Morris.

At around 6:30am, Zack rolled over and asked where the bathroom was.  I instructed him that it was down the hall on the right.  I know I live sort of in a maze, but I thought I gave him decent instructions.  He gets out of bed, COMPLETELY NAKED, and walks into the hallway.  Not a single hesitation, not a thought in his mind of, “Oh hey.  Wait a minute.  I’m naked.”  Maybe he thought I lived alone?  I don’t know.  Either way, instead of walking into the bathroom, he walked into my roommate’s bedroom.  No big deal on a Sunday morning at 6am, as most people would be sleeping at that time.  However, I live with a nurse, and she was getting ready to start her 7am shift.  I have yet to discuss this in person with said roommate, but so far she said that having a naked man walk into her room looking for the bathroom was by far the greatest way to start her day.  It was also her birthday.  Happy Birthday, Roomie!! 

Zack was totally unfazed by this event, and simply said upon walking back in my room, “I accidentally walked into someone else’s bedroom.”  I rolled over and gave it nary a thought.  Later, I did ask him to clarify if, in fact, he did bust in on my unsuspecting roomie.  Though, her being a nurse, I know that she’s seen much scarier things than a tall blonde’s flaccid penis at the crack of dawn.

I woke again at 9:30am because I was literally hanging halfway off my bed.  Like most girls, I enjoy a good snuggle, a big spoon who knows proper limb placement.  Look how cute these kittens are!

However, it’s 107 degrees outside, I’m hungover, and I’m freakin’ tired.  Get.  Off. Me.  We all know this scene…

I tell Zack I “have to get up soon,” which is code for, “okay now it’s time for you leave!”  He gathered his belongings and soon realized he did not know his buddy’s address (remember, he’s not from here).  I asked where he lived, thinking I could help the guy out.

“Bala Cynwyd.”

Bala Cynwyd?!  I just Googled Mapped that shit, and he was 6.5 miles away (approximately 19 minutes without traffic).  That’s far!  Too bad I didn’t really care, since he totally told me his buddy lived in Philly last night.  Of course none of his friends answered their phones, but he just shrugged it off and said he’d “figure it out.”  Whatever.  I walked him down the stairs and sent him on his way.  I don’t even think we hugged. 

Maybe the little guy is still wandering around the city, virtually high-fiving all of his friends via his flip-phone and reminiscing about the night he became a man.  As for me?

Iiiit’s alllllright!  Cuz I’m saved by the belllllllllll!!!!!

Just…just for a minute?  Just to see how it feels.

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Wish I could say the same!

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My life.

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Breakfast of champions.

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