Ironic: The moment I get a blog, I have nothing interesting to say.
But this is what I do want to say:
My outfit on the drive to Vegas was magniffffficentttt.
Yeaaa girls, das wassup. Cheetah print will NEVA die in my book!
That entire work-vacay was ridickalous. I've never drank so many Venti Non-Fat 1Pump Vanilla Iced Chais via Suckbucks than in Vegas. I still don't understand all the hype about that sad place. But maybe it's because we worked 12 hour days and only had enough time to laugh in our sleep at Conan O'Brien before we had to wake up and do it over again. Tradeshow season is here, folks.
See, I told you how passionate we are about Cheetah.
I'm going back to California in 3 weeks, I'm excited (and only because I want to see my Sheaface and friends). I'll be working yet again, this time enjoying a new job and new company! Life is so exciting, I feel so blessed to have met so many amazing and talented people in the industry who have taught me enough to get by on my own.
By the way, my soul sista Alana and I (and her mini weiner dog, Vienna) ate lunch at Irifune on Kapahulu Avenue. I've eaten dinner there many-a-time but enjoyed lunch specials there for the first time. Ooo my, I wish I would have taken a photo of my fabulous Garlic Ahi Fried Rice but I devoured it too quickly. Did I mention that Vienna was wearing a little reindeer costume as she cruised in her LV doggie bag so patiently? Love her!
Off to barbeque and celebrate birthdays and holidays!
Hawai'i is so amazing.
xoxo B
p.s. I die for Erin Wasson's bedroom. Aaathankyou.
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