Sunday, May 16, 2010

Staying in with wine... Snobby or sign of growing up?

Last night- aka Saturday night, I stayed in with my cat. I rented the chick-flick 'The House Bunny' on iTunes and had two glasses of fabulous Bordeaux wine. I also had a box of Special K w/ chocolate that I picked from- straight out of the box.

The above has become a comfortable, easy habit for my Friday and Saturday nights, since moving to Europe. It's such a change from my life in NY before, when Thursday nights = Dorrians, Fridays = birthday party downtown, Saturdays = day drinking followed by a few typical UES watering holes, Sunday = EJs and major debriefing session with the girls about the antics of the weekend.

So, is my new, tamed weekend ritual a sign of growing up or just being snobby? Yes snobby, because I *do* have the option to go out here, it's just that I choose not to go out. Everytime I have gone out, I have been dissapointed by the prospects. Rather than going out and surrounding myself with a mix of students abroad who are way too young for me and a bunch of old, euro men- I choose my wine, cat, and movie. After all, am I really going to find another like-minded, american-blooded preppy out and about in Europe? More like trying to find a needle in a haystack here, whereas they are a dime a dozen on the UES... And there are better ways to spend my time than rumaging through a haystack.

I then spend my Saturdays and Sundays with my girlfriends- we shop, do tea, and go to the park.

Thus, have I just started to 'grow up' a bit or have snubbed the party life because of the lack preppy boys??

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Do I spoil myself too much?

Mid-February, I decided to get semi-perminent eyelashes and a gel french-manicure. Now I have created a pedi, eyelash batting, money-spending monster of myself.

Then I decided I dressed too immaturely- enough with the cutsie pink polo cableknits and bright green hair ribbons- I'm a 25 year old professional for crying outloud and we aren't in New England anymore. Hense, the purchase of my two Hermes scarfs in early March.

Then April hit- perfect time to start thinking about getting in shape for summer. Yup, 10sessions of 1-1 personal pilates sessions purchased by me-- an expensive routine given that I plan on doing 30 sessions before mid-July to look fabulous in one of my best friend's weddings.

And now May. What have I done? I bought myself foie gras. Random, NBD compared to 2 Hermes scarfs in a week, right? No. It's just a symbol of this unnecessary spoiling streak that started in February. Enough is enough, and no one needs a whole little pot of foie gras for herself just because she can (plus it's so fattening!!)

Ugh, how to force myself out of this habit??