i had to work again this weekend. that makes two in a row.

working two saturdays in a row should be illegal. i think that actually could be a law in france. reason number 157 why I should live there.

Anyhoo - yes, I had to work. And so, I thought, why not do it in style?

I grabbed my trendiest garb, grabbed my camera equipment and hit the pavement in style - on my knees. Literally. I was on my knees for most of it. I was trying to get cool angles with my camera. I was covering this annual concert event downtown and I seemed to be the only media member there. This, evidently, made me a celebrity.

I actually had a woman (however crazy she may have been) ask to take a photograph with me. And in true diva fashion, I posed like never before. cheeeeeeeeese.

After that, I felt like nothing could get me down. I was basically Barbara Walters on the trail of a next earth-shattering story, right? This boost in confidence made me feel invincible. $1 for a diet coke? pfft - do you know who I am?! Authorized personel only? gimme a break.

That’s when I strutted myself on stage with the rolling stones cover band. I was thisclose to some dude’s skin-tight pleather panther pants. Filming away. Thinking this was equal parts halirious and ridiculous and everyone in the audience must think “wooo, look, it’s the journalist!”

That’s when I heard some yelling. I looked down to see two security guards flalling their arms, faces as red as my ginger head.

Oopsies.

I was kicked off stage and sent through the crowd with my hat held low.

Nothing like a kick in the chops to deflate that big head I had grown.

But - I still like to think that picture of me and crazy lady is hung with pride on a hot dog filled fridge somewhere.

A girl can dream.

L x

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On Saturday night my sisters and I played an interesting game before bed.

No, we didn’t get into our silk nighties and pillow strip-fight you naughty naughty reader. We played, who knows who best? We asked each other a series of questions. Some were silly: What do you find the most attractive physical feature in a man? Some were more serious: Name the person’s worst personality trait.

We had to give an answer for each sister, and then ourselves. For the most part, we were absolutely right. I mean, we all came from the same womb, dressed alike for at least the first seven years of life, and now analyze one another until we’re green in the face - either with envy or nausea.

So, when it came down to discussing the best and worst of ourselves it wasn’t all that surprising.

Nevertheless, it was an intriguing game and I highly recommend giving it a try with someone you’re close with. Let me know how it goes (and if you’re still in contact with the person after they tell you your worst personality and physical traits are you’re a selfish ego-maniac with bad breath and a uni-brow then good on you..sometimes honesty is not the best policy, my friends).

P.S. our game avoided the worst physical feature question. Us sistas are way too sensitive for that shit. We all feared running out of paper, even though we all know we are ridiculously hot. right? nevermind. i blame FHM magazine and Gisele whats-her-name. We can’t all be bronzed brazilian bitches. Some us are just freckled bitches.  

This post ain’t finished yet my pretties. oh no no no. 

I also wanted to make a quick comment on the recent Nelson Mandela birthday bash held in my beloved London.

I read Amy Winehouse sang “Rehab” for Nelson with the accompaniment of gospel choir backup singers. I might be wrong on the details, but does anyone else think this is perhaps the most bizarre thing to happen since the cloning of sheep or new kids on the block releasing a new single (which i kinda sorta know the words to now. ahem)? I think not.

Regardless, that is a badass song (Rehab not New Kids) and if it’s good enough for Nelson, well, it’s good enough for me.

Happy mondays,

L x

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