Part 6: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have?

 

Cocaine Princess here.

I was up late one night, no thanks to Mr. Sandman and while scrolling through my awesome blog entries I realized I hadn’t posted Part 6: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have? What can I say other than oopsie. I realize part 6 should have been posted weeks ago but I’ve been a little busy. Fashion Never Sleeps! To review, I left my lovelies hanging with this edge of a seat cliff~hanger:  


I texted her {Valentina} back. My phone was lying in my lap. I was texting with one hand and eating with my other. Yes it’s true, the Princess can multi~task.

RE: “Are u done yet? & What r they like?”

--No, still eating & sister's friends are ok.

Just as I was about to hit Send I stopped. Why you ask? Well my lovelies, I felt someone playing footsies with me under the table. 

Part 6: Flirting or Being Playful?

I looked up to see who it was. All three-- sister, the wife and the husband were staring at me. Okay, I think it’s safe to say I could scratch sister off the list so that just left the couple who each had a wide eyed look and a smile on their face. Oh boy! I let out a nervous chuckle as I tried to determine which out of the two it was. Was it the wife? If so I wasn’t too sure how I would break the news to her I wasn’t interested.


“I’m flattered but I don’t swing that way,” had a nice let down ring to it.

If it was the husband:

To quote Austin Powers “Oh behave!”

Hmm, perhaps I was making something out of nothing. Whoever it was could it be they were just being playful? 

Question: Is playing footsies considered flirting or just good old fashioned fun?

While pondering this serious question it happened again. Seriously I was beginning to get a little ticked off!  I was wearing open~toed stiletto sandals and I was concerned the polish on my pedicure tootsies were getting scuffed and......

this time the individual wasn't shy in letting me know who they were.


To Be Continued.

My lovelies, I'm going to have to stop here. I'm beyond exhausted from lack of sleep yet I'm too tired to fall asleep. Does that make sense? I'm blogging this entry on my laptop and for all I know I could be dreaming that I posted this or maybe I am awake. Who knows? 

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a fabulous 1st weekend of October. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Autumn & The Muppets

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you’ve been so busy you don’t know whether you’re coming or going and then there’s all the stuff in-between?  That exactly describes how this week has been for me. Fittings, shoots, trunk shows, parties– hey, those parties are all work related. These past few days it feels like I’ve overdosed on fashion.  Anyways, I apologize for not posting my usual spectacular Friday entry.  

My lovelies, Welcome to the First Day Of Fall. The season that includes the scent of apples and cinnamon, walking over crackly leaves on the sidewalk, mornings that have a slight crispness to them and of course one of my favorite days "Halloween." Autumn also marks the beginning of Fall Foliage Tours. In a short while tour buses filled with city folks aka Leaf Peepers will be making their rounds and marveling at the sight of the bright and colorful leaves. Currently the leaves are in transition mode turning from green to yellow.


Due to an incident last year I’m not sure our neighborhood will be included in part of the tour. A group of teens thought it would be amusing to give the folks on one of the tour buses that drove through the area a view of the full moon in broad daylight-- five to be precise. And no, I’m not referring to astronomy either.

What’s your favorite thing about fall?

So I bet you're asking yourself at this point how The Muppets fit into this post, right? Read on my lovelies:

Today marks the 75th Anniversary of Jim Henson. RIP Mr. Henson. Thanks for the laughs.

“Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on an evening star? Somebody thought of it and someone believed it, and look what its done so far..."-Kermit, The Rainbow Connection”
― Jim Henson

I’m a big fan of Swedish writer Stieg Larsson-  the brilliant author behind The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Say hello to The Muppets: "The Pig With The Froggy Tattoo."

Man, how I love those crazy Muppets!

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a sweet and amazing first full weekend of Fall.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

4 Years Ago Today....

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Break out the bubbly and release the balloons because it's time to celebrate. Yes my lovelies, it's the most wonderful time of the year. No, not that time of the year when that jolly fellow in the red suit tries to shimmy his way down the chimney. It's that other wonderful time of the year: "MY BLOG'S ANNIVERSARY"

Excuse me while I pause to sing this song and do my happy dance.  Feel free to join in.

"Happy Anniversary To Me,
Happy Anniversary To Me,
Happy Anniversary Colombian Princess,
Happy Anniversary To Me"

Today my little blog turns 4 years old, Wow! Where does the time fly? I posted my premier entry on September 20th 2007 at 12:17am.

Most of my blogging {like this entry} is done in the late hours because as most of you are aware by now I have a bitter relationship with Mr. Sandman– and that’s okay. I do my best writing at night, my mind seems much clearer and free from most distractions.

With the exception of my best friend Valentina, when I started posting I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested in reading what I had to write but that’s not why I started blogging. I blog because of my love for writing. I love the freedom of being able to express my thoughts in written form and some-days that includes just posting a song. I do however have days when I simply am unable to express my thoughts. No matter how hard I try my thoughts will remain stuck in my head and when I try releasing them into words, instead of the words flowing they will be jumping all over the place. We all have those days, right? You know when you’re just so full of emotion everything comes out all wrong.

I can’t say I have a favorite post seeing how each one is near and dear to me but I do know there hasn't been anything that I've written that I regret since every word I have written has come directly from my Latin heart, and although it may seem I share quite a bit there are things I prefer keeping to myself.

During the course of 4 years I have formed a group of awesome readers whose blogs I quite enjoy reading. I also have my share of haters. If you don’t like my blog that’s okay, we’re all entitled to our opinions but what I don’t understand is the need to leave unpleasant comments. Seriously, why are you reading my entries if you hate my blog so much? While I’m on the subject of comments-- to the individual who sends me daily drug rehab facility information through my blogger comment form– as much as I appreciate your concern, please realize I don’t have any type of drug problem. I think it’s fair to say you really haven’t read through my posts. Perhaps you think I do on account of the name, “Cocaine Princess.” Allow me to explain-- I originally wanted to title this blog “Colombian Princess” but my best friend convinced me to use Cocaine Princess. She said and I quote, “its sounds cuter.” I disagreed with her but I thought I’d give it a try.

My loyal and dear readers, I sincerely thank each and everyone of you for taking time out of your day to drop by to read my blog and I appreciate the comments. And the ones who leave comments/questions that have absolutely nothing to do with my posts-- spammers, chain letter senders-- you know who you are-- you don't get any of my love. Peace Out.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Can Politicians Read?

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Posted beside our doorbell is a sign that reads: "No Soliciting {Including Political and Religious}" so you think that would stop canvassers from ringing our doorbell, right? Sadly the answer is no. When the bell rings I check the security monitor first. Usually it's a pesky salesperson or someone who's spreading news from the Good Book. Depending on my mood I'll either do one of two things: 1} Ignore the doorbell or 2} I'll speak directly though the intercom to flat out say, "Thank you but I'm not interested. Have a nice day." I find option #2 quite amusing because the person on the other~side of the door will always look up to the sky as if the voice of God is talking to them. It's really quite funny. I will however make an exception for the little ones who are selling cookies or chocolates for fundraising purposes.

Monday, I was on my way out to run a couple of errands. When I exited the house through the front door to my surprise standing on the porch was a young guy who by the looks of it was just about to ring the doorbell. He wore a golf style shirt with khakis. In one hand he held a clipboard and in his other he was holding several pamphlets.

GUY: Hi, my name is ___________ and I'm canvassing on behalf of political candidate ___________. How are you this afternoon?  


It's currently election season here or as I like to call it "When Politicians Knock On Doors Season." If only I had left 10 minutes earlier I could have avoided all this. As the old saying goes, 'timing is everything.'

ME: I'm fine and kind of in a rush. I have somewhere to be.

I wasn't really in a rush that day but I thought by saying it he would get the hint I was pressed for time. Guess what--- guy with clipboard didn't get the hint.

GUY: Others like myself are pounding the pavement to get the word out and remind people to vote next month. How did you vote in the last election?

The politician he was canvassing for is someone I don't support. Had I told him I was affiliated with another party I knew he would try in his own sneaky way to convince me to come on over to the other side and so to avoid all that I figured if I told him I supported the politician he was working for he would hand me a pamphlet and be on his merry way to bother the other residents on the street. But what happened instead? Stupid me said another candidate's name! It was obvious the connection from my brain to my mouth wasn't functioning properly that day. I immediately realized my mistake and even muttered under my breath, why did I say that? Whether he heard those 5 words I'm not sure but he continued.


GUY: Recent poll results indicate his {the politician I support} popularity is sliding.  What are your thoughts?

I'm not going to lie-- my response was a shoulder shrug followed by one little word.

ME: Hmm.

He turned his clipboard towards me and typed in Times Roman Font was a list of items.

GUY: Which do you believe is the most important priority for the government--1 being Most Important and 4 Being Least--- tax and regulatory burden that discourages job creation, affordable education, harnessing safe, affordable energy to power our communities or a strong economy?

Sheesh, talk about a boring question. Now if he had asked me something more interesting like: "Who do you think will be John Galliano's successor now that the House of Dior has sacked him?" or "What do you think about the current fashion trends this season?" I would have been more than happy to strike up a pleasant conversation with him. Hey, I may have even invited him inside and instructed housekeeper to prepare a nice spread of food. I'm in photo~shoot mode so I would have opted for a can of Slim~Fast. Anyways, here's what my response was:


ME: I think they're equally all important. Don't you?

Ha! I thought I'd turn the tables on him by answering his question with a question. Personally I dislike it when someone does that to me {answer my question with a question} but politics was the last thing on my mind so I was hoping by deploying this tactic clipboard guy would simply agree with me and then say "thank you for your time" and be gone! Instead what did he do? Read on.

GUY: I have with me ________.

Yes my lovelies, guy with clipboard didn't just have pamphlets with him but he also had the man he was promoting......live in person! 

On cue the politician appeared from around the corner. He strutted his way up the walkway and onto my porch. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing all the while? Combing his hair? Rehearsing his speech? Freshening up his breath? He extended his hand forward and introduced himself:

POLITICIAN: Good afternoon. My name is  __________. Let me tell you what I plan on doing in these parts and what my party would do if they are elected........


Oh dear God, where's a tranquilizer gun when you need one? Come on let's face it, Canadian politics {with the exception of the Québec separatist movement} is about as exciting as watching paint dry. I ask my readers who live across the border a question: When was the last time any political news from up here dominated the front page of your newspaper or when was the last time your favorite prime~time show was interrupted on account of a "Special Report" from the Great White North?

As a general rule and not to mention polite manners when speaking/listening to someone it's said one should look into the persons' eyes, listen carefully to what they're saying and smile at the appropriate place. That's exactly what I did but every couple of seconds I broke eye contact to shift my eyes into the direction of the No Soliciting sign. When that didn't work I decided to purposely lean against the door with my hand pressed up beside the sign. I noticed several times him looking at the sign but the chatty politician continued to babble on and on, which now brings me to the title of this post:

Can Politicians Read?

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a sensational weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

It's After 1:30am.....

Cocaine Princess here.

It's after 1:30am and I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. Yes, yes I know, what else is new, right? I've got the yawns, my eyes are watery yet I'm so tired I can't drift off to slumber~land. Instead of channel surfing I decided to do some youtube.com surfing. 

I'm totally loving Adam Levine's duet with hip hop group Gym Class Heroes:

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"You've All Heard Of A Pub Crawl, Right?"

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Last night a monumental event took place, "Fashions Night Out." What is Fashions Night Out, you ask? You've all heard of a pub crawl, right? Well, Fashions Night Out is a shopping crawl!

Brief History: "Fashion's Night Out started in 2009 in New York as a celebrity-studded way to lure shoppers into stores during the recession, but it's turned into a global shopping party. Retailers around the world — from upscale boutiques to suburban malls to online retailers — are embracing the event, which coincides with the start of the fall fashion season. The genius behind this worldwide shopping event is Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour. "



Yesterday could not come soon enough for me. I honestly felt like a little girl waiting for Christmas. You know that "excitement is building feeling" and you're holding your breath in anticipation.... Two weeks ago my friends and I planned ahead what malls and stores we would be shopping in. Unfortunately not every retailer was participating in the event but thankfully most of our favorite stores were. After getting myself all dolled up-- as one needs to be for these events-- we left to take part in what can be best described as a fashionistas' dream come true. Or to quote my sister, "A shopaholics dream come true." The hours of shopping were from 6pm~11pm. Many of the stores provided complimentary champagne and truffles. Nothing like getting customers tipsy, right? I didn't have a drinkie but I did help myself to one of the delicious truffles as my sweet tooth insisted that I do.


I didn't return home til after midnight nor did I come home empty handed. All the boutiques and stores had their latest fall looks. I bought several pieces of knit skirts and ponchos for those up~coming chilly days but my favorite piece:

I bow down to the Fashion Gods because this seasons most popular look {straight from the runways in Paris} is body hugging clothing and animal prints-- leopard in particular. 

Say hello to my newest addition: Hervé Léger for Max Azria.

A black mini dress with a leopard print sweetheart neck.

 
Nobody does body hugging dresses better than Hervé Léger after all he did create the bandage look. Can't wait to wear it!

One of the major rules for Fashions Night Out is to wear comfortable shoes and so I wore the most comfortable shoes I own......my stilettos!

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday. Put on your dancing shoes and do your happy dance.

Whatever your plans are have a superb weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"Ann & Nancy, Why?"

Cocaine Princess here.

Earlier today I saw a commercial.  


Product: Swiffer 360 Dusters

Description: A man stuck inside a computer keyboard and a Swiffer duster is used to remove him as the song "What About Love" by Heart plays.

I love so many songs from the 80s including this one. I had an 80s music loving mama. What an absolutely brilliant song, the lyrics are deep and so full of emotion. To hear this classic ballad being used in a commercial for a cleaning product all I have to say is, "Ann and Nancy, why?"  

There are 2 other Swiffer commercials I came across on youtube.com featuring the same ballad. You can view those by clicking here and here.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"It's What Younger Siblings Do"

  

Cocaine Princess here.

Sorry for the short post-- been a busy week!

Can you believe the last long weekend of summer is here?
 
Although the grass and leaves are still green and the weather is still hot, during these past 2 weeks I’ve been noticing the subtle, little changes indicating Fall is around the corner: not hearing the birdies chirp in the early morning, the position of the sun and the way it shines is a little different and not to mention the sun has been setting a little earlier. I really am not looking forward to Fall because it brings us only that much closer to wintertime. However I am excited about the up coming Fall/Winter fashion season. It’s one of the busiest times for me.

During the entire months of July and August Mother Nature spoiled us with record~breaking temperatures. It’s been one very hot and dry summer. Weather~guy has called for humid temperatures this weekend and here’s hoping the scorching weather remains all September long.

September also signifies Back To School so sister will be returning once again into the classroom to teach and nurture a brand new crop of little ones.

All week long I’ve been annoying her by acting like a human calendar by reminding her exactly how many days are left until she goes back to work. She requested that I stop and when I flat out refused sister questioned why I kept bugging her? My reply:

ME: It’s what younger siblings do!

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Monday is Labor Day and part of my long weekend plans include going to the movies. I’ll be finally getting around to see “Fright Night.” Has anyone seen it? I watched the original a couple of years ago so it’ll be interesting to see how the remake compares. Also opening this weekend, “Shark Night 3D.” Both movies seem good enough to sink my teeth into. So my lovelies, what are some of your Long Weekend Plans?

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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally FRIDAY-- aka HAPPY DANCE TIME!!

Whatever your plans are have a fantastic and safe long weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess