Archive for March, 2011

March 31, 2011

Adult Ballet Classes


I am tardy for the party.  I am just now posting about Black Swan.  I saw it months ago and I am still obsessed.  Because of that movie, I am on the search for adult ballet classes to fulfill my dream of being a ballerina.  I have had no luck.  Everyone discriminates against adults.  I am shorter than most 18 year olds and don’t take up more space than the plump teens you see running around.  That should count for something.  I am a 29 year old that just wants to dance, damn it!

I even talked Philip into taking the classes with me if I find a studio.  It was more like negotiated with Philip.  He agreed to it as long as his recital could be at my wedding.  He would pick the music and dedicate his dance to the undying love the fiancé and I share.  He already has the flexibility needed for the most impressive ballet moves (see photo to the left).

BTW, you are not going to get the results you expect when you google “adult dance classes”.  At least I didn’t.  I can also recognize that the tights and tutu are the real reason for my search.  Halloween only comes around once a year and I want to wear a tutu everyday!

March 26, 2011

A Gastropub and a Girl Crush…

I have a girl crush.  Unfortunately I don’t remember her name.  Let’s call her Veronica.  Sparks flew as soon as we started talking beer at Holeman & Finch, my new fav in the ATL.  I know the crush is mutual because she later gave Dustin her phone number to give me.  *blush*

I was perusing their beer list and saw a “rare” beer called Black Ops on the menu.  Right there in printed ink.  Actually on the menu.  Not scrawled in with a pen or hiding on a secret menu.  The fiance recently justified paying $45 a bottle for it in Dallas.  H&F charges $28.  Rare beer my ass.  It’s kind of like the elusive trappist we were on a mad search for in Belgium.  The guys were scouring the beer books and asking all the locals.  Finally we got a tip and drug ourselves to a pub on a Sunday morning just to say Westvleteren has touched our lips.  Much later that night, we wandered into a different pub in Brussels and guess what was on the menu…

Back to Holeman & Finch.  These people know their beer AND their food.  The food was to die for, especially the giant hotdog and  steak tartare.  Dustin is on a health kick and ordered the few healthy things while Marcia and I shared the wiener.

Girl crush or not, I will be back as often as possible.

Holeman & Finch

Black Ops


March 15, 2011

I bought a MOM car…the shame

I bought a mom car.  No…I am not pregnant and the fiancé and I do not have plans for a child in the near future.  Watch this will be my curse…uh blessing…to get a giant bump before the big day.

One day I shamefully admitted to my friend Duncan that Bridget (my BMW) was gone.  He is a lover of speed and German styling just like me.  When I told him why, his bout of giggles made me realize just how silly the story is.

I traded in my beloved 2 door BMW for an SUV, aka mom car, because my dog couldn’t fit in my car.   Okay there were other reasons too, but this reason makes the best story.  If the fiancé and I took Lucy with us, he had to ride in the backseat.  Lucy is much too large to fit in the back.  Don’t even think about her giant ass squishing through the tiny opening to get to the backseat.  That means the dog got shotgun.  And oh boy wasn’t she proud.  The fiance was a very patient man, but enough was enough.  It was time to get a car our little family could ride in comfortably.  I also needed a car that didn’t cost me $200 for an oil change.  Goodbye BMW and hello Nissan Murano!  I am looking forward to your upcoming $24.99 oil change.

March 11, 2011

James Blake’s Debut Album

I heard a taste of James Blake’s debut album last week and he immediately got my attention.  My introduction was his Feist cover, Limit to Your Love.  I might even like the James Blake version better.

In keeping with my usual taste, his style is electronic, but he is definitely different from anything I have recommended before.  He calls his genre “Dub/Grime/Melodramatic Pop Song.”  He captured it well.  He will be in Austin next week.  Check him out!

March 9, 2011

My Love Affair is Over

It is big day for The Plastic Jungle…the food & wine category has changed to food & beer.  My serious love for hops and barley hit me when I was dining with a gf at Victor Tango’s Monday night.  I didn’t even glance at the wine list.  I went straight for the beer and ordered myself a Golden Monkey Tripel.  This isn’t the first time this has happened. I ignored it in the beginning like I ignore the fact that my natural hair color is not as blonde as I claim.  My love affair with Sauvignon Blanc is over.  I immediately texted the fiance to tell him that I had officially converted.  You would have thought I was a Catholic converting to Judaism (he would be Jewish in this example).  I think he fell in love with me all over again. Then he told me to order the Doggy Style.

I feel I should note that Victor Tango’s is worth an immediate visit for 3 reasons.  I will visit again and again for #3.

  1. Their excellent taste in music
  2. The adult beverages
  3. Ahi Tuna Nachos
March 7, 2011

Belgium Favorites

Tourist Attraction: It’s a tie…Atomium and Manneken Pis
Food: Waffles and the cheese that is served with every beer
Beer: De Garre’s house brew
Brewery Tour: Cantillon Brewery
Fashion Trend: Black pantyhose under denim minis with boots
Music: Prince
People: The British tourists we met
Frustration: Asking the locals for directions
Missed Opportunity: I forgot to eat any chocolate
Question: Who shot JR?

March 6, 2011

Jiggly Body Parts Prevention

After a week of gorging on beer, cheese and more bread than you can find in a bakery, I  became terrified body parts might start to jiggle.  I dedicated Saturday to fitness and clean(er) eating.  Our produce co-op delivery helped me with this mission.  A couple of my favs of the day are below.  You will notice that I still couldn’t ditch the cheese.

Exercise bike (I prefer the upright bikes)
2 minute warm up
90 seconds as fast you can (maintain it the entire 90 sec!)
30 seconds of recovery at a slow speed
Repeat 8x
10 minutes at moderate speed

Kale salad:
Fresh kale
Red onion
Fresh Parmesan shavings

For the dressing, mix white balsamic vinegar, white wine vinegar, olive oil, honey, and salt.  Let the dressing marinate on the salad for a few minutes before serving.

Cauliflower soup:
2 tbsp of butter
1 medium onion
2 cloves of garlic
1 head of cauliflower
1-2 cans of low salt chicken stock
Parmesan cheese
White truffle oil

Melt butter in a large pot.  Add the onion and garlic and cook until tender.  Add cauliflower and saute a few minutes.  Add broth, cover and simmer 20 minutes (or until tender).  Transfer to a blender a puree until desired texture.  I like mine a little lumpy.  Return to pot and simmer.  Add S&P until taste.  Stir in fresh parmesan cheese.  Lastly, add a couple drops of truffle oil before serving!

March 3, 2011

What I Learned in Belgium

Our ski weekend fell through and we were faced with a dilemma.  How would we spend our vacation?  Drinking beer in Belgium of course!  It was a packed 3 days filled with more than just beer.  Check out what we learned and heard in Belgium.

  • 4 cokes, 2 waters, and 1 coffee = $65.  Lesson learned.
  • There is never a bible in the nightstand.
  • A coke is $6 and the rarest beer in the world is $14.
  • Belgians LOVE Prince.
  • The street waffles are atrocious.  The restaurant waffles are to die for.
  • Yeast is a laxative and much needed after a long flight.
  • The trash men are hot.
  • Slugbug black!
  • Fanny packs are the tits in Europe.
  • Danny and Michelle could have their own comedy show.  Michelle would have one line. “DANNY!”
  • Belgian waiters shush noisy children.
  • Belgium has saggy city titties.
  • “She’s wearing Wranglers! Ask her if we can take a picture of her butt.”
  • The bartender pours the last of the beer in a shot glass and says, “Toilet business.”
  • Drinking beer is like making love to a beautiful woman.
  • The British love all the songs from my Jr High days…Madonna, Crash Test Dummies, and that song about walking 500 miles.
  • Who the F is alice?

Now that the list is actually compiled, I am realizing that it was probably funnier after a couple triples at the pub.

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