The long holiday weekend brought some much needed relaxation and overindulgence of pie and such. Went to a recent outing with the chicas this weekend. Ate too much food on Thursday, reluctantly yet somehow made it to the Glendale mall on Friday morning, with a little help from un café, and hit up a salsa club. Oh yeah - went to my local cineplex to start catching up on holiday flicks.
Notes to self: Porto’s tuna melt is delicious. Do not shop on Black Friday. I heart coffee.
COTW More attraction factors – boosting the attractiveness quotient.
Sweater under leather-jacket paired with ripped-up jeans combo. I could make out with those antique-rinse weathered jeans.
Saw August Rush this weekend. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, how adorable are you?! (Thanks, wardrobe supervisor Pam Aaron.) His character in the film was rockin’ the heathered rollneck sweater under camel leather jacket, with a pair of faded jeans that have seen its fair share of good days and bad. You’re killin’ me, Meyers.
Salsa dancing. Okay – basically any gentleman whom is truly schooled in the steps, is not rhythmically challenged – and – well, that’s pretty much it. Oh yeah – if you have bad breath and are not packin’ the Altoids – stop talking to me so much – please keep the mouth closed and dance.
Some tips and tricks as far as salsa goes: when men lead and know the steps, it’s a five-star event. It may be fun for you to turn the lady those 360 degrees, but not so much for her when experiencing back-to-back turns and a dose of vertigo. Dance with care.
