Damn you, Chuck Bass

Since the start of Gossip Girl (love it), my girlfriends and I have been trying to institute a girls-watching-tv-weekly event.

Yesterday, was our second girls' night in and we enjoyed watching Chuck Bass in his three-piece suits, crocodile shoes and super sultry voice. Instead of our usual bottles of wine, we decided to mix it up courtesy of some new POM chocolate drink. Blue from POM contacted me to see if I wanted to taste test some flavors of POMx Iced Coffee: chocolate, cafe au lait or vanilla.

I'm not an overly huge I-only-drink-iced-coffee kind of girl but I AM a vodka martini drinker. When Blue mentioned mixing it in with cocktails, I was sold - not really a hard sell, right? Plus, I figured my friends wouldn't mind a little homemade martini on our GG nights anyway.

Michelle, the hostess with the mostess


POM and the mixer


Michelle, the hostess with the mostess, tasting the chocolate POM drink


Proof we can't make a decent chocolate martini


(DISCLOSURE: POM paid for samples and shipment. No payment, or request for a subsequent feature, or advertising, was received for this blog post.]

making bad decisions (vegas style)

Tomorrow a group of my friends and I are heading west so the city of Las Vegas.

In my 26 years, I've never been to Vegas and I always receive the same reaction from people when I share that detail.

Astonished person: "YOUUUUUUUU'VVVE never been to VEGGGAASSSS?!?"

After Sunday when I arrive tired and most likely hungover from the plane ride, I can now check of Vegas of my places to see and make bad decisions with friends.

Now, don't worry mom and dad since you read this, I won't marry Erin or Katie and think it's only legal in Nevada.

Here are our planned activities:
--Laying out for hours at the pool
--Indoor skydiving
--A Criss Angel Show (maybe)
--Tao pool party
--Playboy and Pussycat Doll Lounge and a few other clubs
--Sushi when we arrive on Thursday night
--Sweating our asses off in 100 degree heat
--Celebrating a bachelorette party for a bachelorette I don't really know


Here are our nonplanned activities:
--Getting hit on by douchebags in Affliction shirts
--Raging headaches from drinking one too many chocolate cake shots
--Accidentally breaking a heel or two
--Winning millions (awesome surprise!!)
--Running through water shows
--Getting arrested
--Taking many inappropriate pictures that will never be posted to Facebook

For all you Sin City lovers, any spots we must hit that aren't on our list?

meat market

Since I was single this past weekend with the BF at a bachelor party, my friends and I rallied together for a late dinner, wine drinking and then dancing at Velvet Dog. It was beyond a blast of a time. I had such a great time with everyone. From 8:30 to 3 a.m. I was completely entertained by each of their hysterics, including the almost argument we had with a bitchy girl at D'vine and all of the creepy men on the Velvet Dog's rooftop. I know, I know, I know. I knew what I was getting myself into, but we haven't been up there in forever and we now have our fill for the summer.

It was packed with boys with button downs, gold chains, white tanks underneath, slicked back hair and even the super pimp himself in full attire. You know it's a good night when you run into Rod Stewart. What gave him that idea? (Note to self: Find the superpimp and interview him.)

Anyway, only me plus one more ended up heading to the rooftop with two old college guy friends who we thought would serve as bodyguards. We were so wrong - they ended up dominating the dance floor with their crazy moves and scamming on other girls.

Because I wasn't inhiberiated, I noticed the guys around the dance floor. Have you ever actually looked at the guys that swarm around when a group of girls are dancing? I'm going to think you haven't because you had one too many drinks. But, really, it's quite amazing. They sit, stare and point with their friends and then make the move only tools make - they come up from behind you, grab you by the waist and thrust into you. OK - no one likes that. You do realize that, right? This is not the Roxbury and you are not Chris Kattan.


The BF calls it "freaking" on girls. I guarantee he and his friends used to go to
W.6th, hit on girls and take them home by "freaking" on them. He even gets this stupid grin as if he's remembering his days in the basement of Blind Pig. Damn, I wish I could go back into time to see that. He claims he's too old for W.6th anymore. I'm not - best people watching EVER!

So, ladies or gents, what is your exit strategy when boys/girls try to "freak" on you?