Billy Joel, maybe not looking so good. His pug, totally adorable.
Billy Joel was the first musician I ever saw in concert, and it was a pretty cool experience. My parents had tickets with friends, and at the last minute, decided that my brother and I should go. I was maybe seven or eight, my brother ten or eleven. We were on the far side of the Charleston Coliseum from my parents, just there on our own listening to River of Dreams and Piano Man. A drunk guy kept trying to offer my brother’s friend, who came with us, sips of his beer. (He declined.) The whole thing was sort of surreal, and I doubt it would fly these days.
photo by the new york times magazine
I’m all for Keeping Austin Weird, but mostly I’m hoping I can find and woo Matt Saracen while I’m here.
(Side note: I totally forgot that Zach Gilford starred opposite Alexis Bledel, my number one celebrity crush, in Post Grad. I recently watched a truly bad and also totally amazing Gilmore Girls season 8 trailer,* and was totally surprised to see Matt/Zach as Alexis’ dude.)
* I hope it’s obvious that this was a fan video compiled from various Gilmore Girls and other clips, and that, sadly, an eighth season of Gilmore Girls isn’t in the works.
photo via imaginary men
We have such a bounty of gorgeous flowers this spring! These cherry blossoms bloomed about a month ago, and now our garden is filled with roses. It’s totally amazing. More pretty flowers (and a ho-hum outfit) at My Darling, My Dear.
This is Hero, a service dog whose human graduated from college this month. He graduated, too. Pup and circumstance.
photo via cute overload
As a kid, I had a phase that involved lots of watermelon-printed clothing. (Also, massive hair bows and printed vests.) It feels like we were always eating watermelon and having seed-spitting contests, and I guess that’s what summer in the south is like. Hot days and bare feet and freckled shoulders and just a little bit of down home tackiness.
I’d like to wear fruit-printed clothing and eat that fruit exclusively every day this summer.
photo by anja verdugo
I was out of town for Portland’s annual vegan bakesale a few weeks ago, so I missed out on these cute hippo cupcakes, but I think I’ll try to recreate them for my birthday next month! (Eek!) More drool-worthy baked goods over here.
photo by kittee berns
I’m a new and reluctant JT fan. I wasn’t much for *NSYNC as a kid—except for one totally exuberant night in eighth grade where I went with the coolest girl and a couple of other slightly less cool girls to see *NSYNC and then have a sleepover, pinching myself all the while, unable to believe that another mildly cool girl canceled at the last minute and I was chosen to take her place. We didn’t even study for the next day’s English final.
Anyway, what I want to know: The lyric “I couldn’t get any bigger” is a blatant reference to JT’s dick in an otherwise romantic ballad, right?
Dudes are really weird.
Kissing my stupid RAZR goodbye because it’s done. Dead. Broken. Poor me.
Some of us have real third world problems.
Oh my word. I gained approximately ten million pounds last summer eating a whole lot of doughnuts from Revolution, in Decatur. Most of their doughnuts are vegan, but they haven’t had a vegan cream-filled doughnut until today. Behold. This lovely is a yeast doughnut filled with coconut almond pudding and topped with chocolate glaze, toasted almonds, and coconut. Droool. Someone mail me a dozen, please.
photo by revolution doughnuts
