The Idiot Wedding Planner: If You Swallow An Orange Seed....

 

Cocaine Princess here.

To Review:

I didn't think it was possible but it was getting hotter by the second. I was uncomfortable, sweaty and thirsty.

ME: My tongue feels like a dry towel.

VALENTINA: Uh-oh.....

I looked at her. She had one hand placed over her mouth.

ME: What’s wrong?

VALENTINA: I think I swallowed a bug.
 
Valentina had a panic stricken look on her sweaty face. I'd seen that look once before (minus the sweat) when she left the house carrying a handbag that was from the previous season. I was visiting her during the spring a few years back. We were in the car heading to a lovely dinner when she instructed our driver to turn the car around so she could get another handbag to carry. When she realized the handbag she selected didn’t go with the outfit she was wearing she did a complete wardrobe overhaul. Eventually we made it to the restaurant. We were only a mere 40 minutes late. Long story short: We Princesses are extremely fashion conscious. Getting back to the post--

ME: You swallowed a bug? Are you sure?

VALENTINA: I heard a buzzing sound and then felt something weird in my mouth.

Unfortunately there wasn't any Hallmark app for this occasion so I did my best in calming her down by convincing nothing bad would come out of it and used the "if you swallow an orange seed an orange tree won't grow in your stomach" analogy and added:

ME: People have been known to eat chocolate covered crickets.....

Yes I know, the bug she swallowed wasn't chocolate.  Valentina wasn't too sure exactly what kind of insect she swallowed other than it made a buzzing sound. Nothing I said seemed to calm her down.

VALENTINA: As soon as the Priest is done renewing their vows he can preform my funeral. This day will always be remembered as "One Wedding And A Funeral."  Will you say something nice at my eulogy?

ME: You're not going to die. It probably wasn’t even a bug.

Flaky Barbie took her place with the help of the wedding planner {whom Valentina swore she would get revenge on} Perhaps it was the excitement of the big day but the maid of honor stood next to the best man. The wedding planner actually had to take her by the hand to guide her to where she was suppose to stand. Valentina of course was quick to make a remark:

VALENTINA: Ladies and gentlemen there she is, a future Nobel Prize winner.

I let a giggle and then as fast as I could I tried covering it up with one those “coughs.” A few of the guests turned around including Valentina’s daddy who didn’t so much glare at me as he did towards Valentina– only because he of course knew his cheeky daughter was behind my giggle. With everyone now in their proper place the wedding procession music began via the harpist, “The Wedding March.” We all stood with what little strength we had. I myself felt a bit woozy on account of being so damn dehydrated. Topless Barbie made her entrance.

VALENTINA: Oh, wow.

At first I thought it was a combination of being dehydrated and hot and the cause for my hallucination but what I saw was real.

ME: Now that’s how you make an entrance....

To Be Continued.
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I can’t believe how quickly this month flew by. August is over. The Labor Day weekend is upon us and something very important is occurring. Today August 31st, there will be a “Full Blue Moon” and the last one until 2015. So all those things you say you'll do “once in a blue moon” today’s the perfect day for it. What will you do?  

My Lovelies, in honor of this day I present to you, The Blue Moon Cocktail:

INGREDIENTS:

1 cup crushed ice
1/4 cup Vodka
1/4 cup Blue Curaçao
1/4 cup whipping cream
2 tablespoons vanilla-flavored syrup (such as Torani)
2 tablespoons fresh orange juice
1 tablespoon Cointreau or other orange-flavored liqueur

PREPARATION:
In a blender, combine all ingredients and whirl until smooth. Pour into four martini glasses (4 oz.) and garnish the rim of each glass with a slice of orange.

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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally Blue Moon Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a safe and awesome Long Weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Idiot Wedding Planner: I Think I Swallowed A Bug

Cocaine Princess here.

I realized I hadn’t posted the next installment of “The Idiot Wedding Planner” since June. I was sidelined posting other topics. I know you must be sitting on the edge of your seats waiting and I do apologize. To review the last part click on the above highlight.

The timing of her nuptials couldn’t have come at a worst time and I do mean that literally. Don’t get me wrong, a destination wedding in the tropics is a beautiful thing but only if it’s on the beach so you can feel that cool breeze come off from the ocean. A destination wedding in the tropics in the middle of the afternoon when the sun is at its hottest in the garden is never a good idea......unless it’s at a nude resort.  At least you’d be able to stay cool in your birthday suit.

VALENTINA: I'd like to kill the idiot wedding planner. Who plans an outdoor wedding in the tropics in the afternoon? No one because it's too hot!

It would have been ideal had the wedding been indoors or underneath a tent with portable a/c. Picture if you will standing in front of a fireplace and feeling the hot flames. There wasn't even a breeze that day. You ever see one of those films where some poor soul is lost and wondering in the dessert in search for water? This accurately describes the 30 people who were invited. I looked around and most guests were wiping their heads with the back of their hand every 3 seconds or fanning themselves with the wedding programme. Sweat was dripping down my legs and the sunblock I was wearing that had glitter mixed in began to smudge and smear. I took comfort I was wearing waterproof mascara otherwise I’d have black streaks running down my face. I had sweat beads on my upper lip. My hair was in loose curls and had become moist-- my back was drenched in sweat at that point. I put my hair up which didn’t solve the problem seeing how the sun rays were aggressively beating down on my back hard. It was a no~win situation either way.

VALENTINA: At first I thought Topless Barbie was trying to blind us with her white color scheme but now I’m convinced she’s trying to kill her guests. I can see the headline now: “Death By Heat.”

The wedding ceremony or perhaps a better choice of word “sweat-fest” was scheduled for 3pm. Guests began making their way to their seats. 15 chairs on one side and 15 on the other. There was no bride or groom side. Valentina and I sat on the left side in the third row. As each guest went to sit down they would get back up again– the padded chairs felt like a hot plate. A male guest who was sitting in front of the two of us–  his shirt was completely soaked through you could see his flesh. The shirt clung to his skin. As he wiped the back of his neck the flecks of his sweat landed on Valentina’s cheek. “Kill me now” she muttered. They say every cloud has a silver lining and although I was beyond uncomfortable I was thankful that everyone's deodorant was working properly because can you imagine how awful the stench would have been? Forget the heat killing us! Bad B.O. would have done the trick! Valentina directed my attention to the guest sitting in the next row over. She whispered.

VALENTINA: Your ex is here.

ME: I could care less.

VALENTINA: I caught him looking at you.  

Just as I was about to give her a warning that if she mentioned “whose name shall not be mentioned” one more time I would get up from my seat and sit elsewhere,  the wedding planner entered. She was wearing a headset and with a tablet in her hand she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  The groom made his entrance. Keeping with the white theme he wore a white suit with a grey metallic colored shirt. His son, Gilligan dressed in white linen pants and shirt stood as the best man. If you’ve been a loyal follower than you know I’ve blogged about Topless Barbie’s hubby aka “The Panamanian” or as my best friend prefers to call him, “The Fat Short Balding Panamanian.” As her nickname for him indicates the groom isn’t a very tall individual. The portly man stands at 5'5 and Topless Barbie is 5'9. He pulled out his hanky and began to blot the top of his shiny follicle challenged head. To say he was sweating buckets would be an understatement. As usual Valentina appeared to be in disgust at the sight at of him.

VALENTINA: Stick an apple in his mouth and this could turn into luau.

To one side was a harpist. Upon the wedding planner's cue she began playing soft music. It was actually nice. Very ethereal sounding. First to walk down the aisle was the bridesmaid, Flaky Barbie. She wore a skin hugging white mini dress accented with a shiny belt. Her skin was the color of orange from a result of over doing it with the self tanner and her hair was one shade lighter from a day before. It was now bleach blonde and looked very unhealthy from over being over processed.  It resembled straw.

VALENTINA: Doesn’t she look like a scarecrow with that hair? 

I would be lying if I wasn’t thinking the exact same thing. As the maid of honor made her way to the front she stopped for a brief moment to blow "whose name shall not be mentioned" a kiss and then of all things she waved at him. Valentina rolled her eyes.   

VALENTINA: Could she be any more brain dead?  

I didn't think it was possible but it was getting hotter by the second. I was uncomfortable, sweaty and thirsty.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
ME: My tongue feels like a dry towel.

VALENTINA: Uh-oh.....

I looked at her. She had one hand placed over her mouth. 

ME: What’s wrong?

VALENTINA: I think I swallowed a bug.

To Be Continued.

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So my Lovelies, have you heard about the wild party that occurred in Vegas involving Prince Harry? It all started last week when Prince Harry took a trip to Sin City with a few of his pals, including film maker Arthur Landon, son of arms dealer Brig Tim Landon.  Last Friday Harry and his amigos made friends with a "bunch of hot chicks" down by the pool. Harry invited them all back to his VIP Suite at the Wynn. The Prince who is 3rd in line to the Royal Throne stripped to his birthday suit during a boozy game of “strip billiards.” One of the guests snapped a photo of the Ginger Royal clutching his crown jewels. In another photo naked Harry hugs a naked girl from behind while clutching a pool cue. Two days ago TMZ ran the photos after they were sold for close to £10,000.  The pictures set off a media firestorm and made the front page of every paper world~wide, and not to mention it created a headache for Buckingham Palace. You can see the pics here. 
Here are my thoughts: The Prince was in his own private suite and apparently having one hell of a good time. He was doing nothing immoral or wrong. {Given his status perhaps he should have been a little more cautious on who he invited back to his suite to party} Shame on the slime ball who sold the pictures to TMZ! What a gross and despicable invasion of privacy and it seems others share my views: Sir Richard Branson took to twitter and tweeted: @richardbranson  "Shock horror, single man naked in own hotel room with woman. What on earth has this got to do with anybody else? Leave Prince Harry alone." Piers Morgan: "Today's 'Gutless Little Twerp' was the person who took & sold, those naked photos of Prince Harry. Tweet me future GLT suggestions." Prince Charles’s spokesman said it would be “prurient” and an invasion of privacy to publish the photos of Harry and an unidentified woman playing “strip billiards” in his hotel suite. The blame is now being placed to his security detail who should have confiscated the phones before the "hot chicks" entered the room. According to reports his security team "were asleep at the wheel, enjoying the party more than protecting the Prince from himself.” Another epic fail from a security detail team. Hmm, why does this sound so familiar? Oh yeah, now I remember.

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

Whatever your plans are have a safe weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

"To Drink Or Not To Drink"

Cocaine Princess here.

Have any of you shown up to work with a hangover? I will admit to slamming back a few of those energy drinks during a shoot because of a restless night of tossing and turning but I've never been hungover.

Supermodel Kate Moss recently did an interview on BBC Radio 1's breakfast show where she offered DJ Nick Grimshaw career advice. “Do what I do. Sometimes I go to work. Sometimes I go to work hungover. Sometimes I don’t turn up at all.” When Grimshaw remarked that it was exactly that sort of behavior that famously got former Radio 1 DJ Chris Evans sacked, Moss remarked: “Exactly, darling, everybody loved Chris Evans.”

Kate has a reputation in the industry for her “wild behavior” but then again who doesn’t love to party? I admit I’ve been to a few infamous ones-- hey, life is short and I say live life to the fullest!! Kate’s work ethics hasn’t exactly affected her career either. She’s still at the top of the game, her two companies Skate LLP and Tilly Church Ltd, netted her nearly ₤15 million pounds and she is the new face of Jade Jagger’s clothing line, Mango.

So I ask, have any of my Lovelies shown up to work with a hangover?

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Another Post That Has No Title Because I Can't Think Of One

 

Cocaine Princess here.

Is it me or does anyone else think the summer is going by too quickly? I can’t believe it’s already the middle of August. I’ve been noticing subtle, little things that indicate Fall is approaching: the days are visibly shorter, the way the sun looks and the number one sign– "Back To School" sales.

If you’ve been following my blog then you’re well aware I have trouble sleeping. Mr. Sandman does not like the Colombian Princess. It’s a mystery that has baffled me for quite some time now. I lay in bed either tossing and turning or staring at the ceiling. Some nights I’ll just stare at the green digits on my clock other times I’ll turn on the TV and begin to channel surf.

I miss sleep. I miss being able to lay my head down on the pillow and drift away. I miss dreaming. I miss waking up feeling refreshed. I’m so tired of chugging back Red Bulls in order to function throughout the day.

A few nights ago I tip-toed into sister’s room. It was well around 2am and she was sleeping so peacefully. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Are you sleeping?” (I know, I know it was a silly question) When she didn’t answer back I softly pinched and held her nose for a few seconds. She woke up in an awfully cranky mood.

A: What’s the matter with you? 

Very innocently I said:

ME: Oh, I see you’re up. I can’t sleep.

A: Don’t tell me the badminton scandal is keeping you up, darling? 

Oh lord, did I ever go into one non-stop giggle fest! Even in the middle of the night my sister’s sarcastic sense of humor is sharp. In case you’re wondering what she said wasn’t an inside joke. Did any of you hear about the badminton scandal that took place during the London 2012 Olympic Games? "5 days into the Games a pair of Chinese badminton athletes in the women’s doubles event didn’t even try to win. They hit their serves into the net, purposefully trying to lose a match to ensure a favorable draw in the knockout portion of the tournament and avoid the other top-ranked Chinese pair until the final. Two South Korean teams and an Indonesian team followed suit in this Olympic farce. In total 8 Olympians got smacked down when the Badminton World Federation disqualified them from the Olympics." If anything I found the whole situation beyond hilarious. Seriously, come on! Of all the scandals to hit the London 2012 Games who would have thought it would occur in the world of badminton? Speaking of the Olympics, how many of my lovelies watched the Closing Ceremonies? I sat through all 3 hours and 10 minutes of it and enjoyed every second of it. It was brilliant, spectacular and definitely entertaining. I loved Ed Sheeran’s performance of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” but the best part for me was when Brit band “Take That” performed one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite movies. I love this song so much.......

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

Whatever your plans are have a dazzling weekend. ~x  

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

 

"Turn Up The Radio"

Cocaine Princess here.

Today, August 16th the "Queen Of Pop" celebrates a birthday. I’ve been lucky enough to see Madonna live in concert many times and truly she is one of a kind. One of the things I love and admire most about her is she isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind and doesn’t care what anyone thinks-- most recently Madonna has been vocal about urging Russian authorities to free three members of the band Pussy Riot, who are on trial for staging a "punk prayer." She said, among other things, that President Vladimir Putin should free the three young female band members from prison and asserted that the Russian Orthodox Church is corrupt. You can read all about it here.

54 years old and still showing no sign of slowing down. Check out her latest video, "Turn Up The Radio." I love her homage to French style icon Brigitte Bardot with the teased blonde hair held back by a wide black headband and lots of winged black eyeliner.

Also, today marks the King Of Rock & Roll’s anniversary. Elvis Presley fans have already descend on Graceland for a candlelight vigil on the 35th anniversary of his death. Gone but definitely not forgotten.    

XOXOXOXO,                                                                                                              Cocaine Princess

Part 2: Who Wears Their PJ's Shopping?

 

Cocaine Princess here.

I sent a text to sister when I was finished eating. Although she said she would be done shopping by the time I was finished my nuggets, she wasn’t and I knew she wouldn’t be. She was still lingering in the food area, aisle 3 to be precise– where the salad dressing was located. Getting there from where I was, was more or less like an obstacle course and by the time I was done I should have been awarded some type of medal. I was wearing open toed sandals and did my best avoiding a kid who thought it would be a good idea to test out a bike by riding it around the bakery section. By the grace of the pedicure Gods my toes remained unharmed. On more than one occasion I was shoulder checked without an apology whatsoever and I nearly tripped over a basket filled with miscellaneous items that someone decided to leave in the middle of the aisle. My mistake for not looking down at the ground while walking, right? I finally made it to sister and said:

ME: Ah-ha, I knew you weren’t done.

Once again I reminded her the purpose of having a housekeeper. Her reply:

A: I can’t find the peppercorn ranch dressing. Do you see it?

I couldn’t be bothered to look for it so without even looking I answered back:

ME: No.
 
A: You didn’t even try looking.

ME: If you couldn’t find it what makes you think I’ll be able to? Maybe they’re all out.

A: Two eyes are better than one.

Good grief! There I stood in aisle 3 in Walmart on a Saturday afternoon scanning the shelf for peppercorn ranch dressing. All I could find was 3 Cheese Ranch, regular Ranch dressing but no Peppercorn.

ME: I don’t see it. Can we please go home now?

A: Go see if you can find someone.

ME: Who?

A: Who do you think? An employee, darling.

 Of course I knew who she meant. I was only being cheeky.

ME: Do I have too?

A: No you don’t have too. I'll just try looking again— maybe I missed it.

Sometimes I think sister pulls these little stunts to punish me. I managed to track down 3 employees in the next aisle who were already blocking the messy aisle. It looked like a disaster area. It was total chaos. There were various canned goods on the floor and one lazy customer left a package of diapers laying on top of the Kraft dinner box display. The employees just stood there gabbing. I directed the question to all 3 of them. "I’m looking for Peppercorn Ranch Dressing." Judging by their attitude and demeanor they seemed quite ticked off that a customer interrupted their gossip fest. Each worker said the exact same thing, "We don't know where it is." Their reason for not knowing: "We don't work in the food department."

Here's what I WANTED to say:

ME: Then what the hell are you doing in the food department?!

Here's what I REALLY said:

 ME: Thank you. You've been extremely helpful.

I should tell you that it was said with a strong hint of sarcasm.

We left the food area minus any kind of salad dressing. I figured we were heading to the checkout area but instead sister insisted she wanted to browse some more....for shoes no less. I was wearing my Dior sandals and sister was trying on a pair of George (Walmart brand) shoes. At that point I pleaded with her to allow me to buy her a pair of shoes from anyplace but here!

A: I don’t need a pair of pricey designer shoes to wear around the garden.

ME: If you want to look fashionable you do.

A: I’ll leave the looking fashionable to you, alright darling.

Sister picked up a pair of black colored shoes, put them down on the ground to try on. As she went to pick up a second pair in another style a woman came by and picked the ones she had on the floor and dropped them in her cart. I said:

ME: Excuse me.

She turned around.

ME: Yeah, those are my sister’s. She was about to try them on.

RUDE LADY: There’s probably more in her size.

A minute or so passed after she had left when I said outloud, "What the hell?!"

SISTER: I didn’t want them anyways. I like these one better.

ME: That’s not the point. Did you see what just happened?

SISTER: Yes and just let it go. It’s not worth getting upset over.

I don’t want to lump all people who shop here as being rude and disrespectful but I was beginning to think they were.  After that we proceeded to the checkout. OMG, where do I even begin? First off the line was so incredibly long. Second– standing behind us was an adult male who wouldn’t quit snapping his gum. Do you have any idea how annoying that is? Thirdly– In front of us were 2 young siblings who wouldn’t stop hitting each other while their mother stood there reading the latest issue of In Touch Weekly. I felt like I was shopping in hell and Satan was the manager. I looked at sister. She knew what I was thinking.

A: We’ll be out of here in no time.

I looked closely into sister’s eye and then checked her breath. As far as I could tell she didn’t appear under the influence, however I had to ask:

ME: Are you high?

Trust me I had a legitimate reason for asking. There were close to over a dozen people in front us who were still waiting for their turn and the cashier was not only slow but looked older than Methuselah. At that point I was emotionally drained. How is it not possible to have some type of breakdown here? I blame the day on my hormonal craving. I should have just walked away and waited in the car but I didn’t.

A few days later while rummaging through the pantry I came across a little something that brought a smile to my taste buds. Without my knowledge sister bought this cereal for me from Walmart. 

 I had seen ads for it several months ago but many US products either aren’t available or they take awhile to make their debut up here. Yum! "Wicked crunch outside and smooth chocolate inside." Now, if they only sold Cookie Crisp cereal in the Great White North.

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As most of my lovelies are aware I am an enormous Johnny Depp fan. Monday night at the Hollywood Bowl "Aerosmith" was performing on stage when front~man Steven Tyler announced: “We’re going to need a little help out here. Johnny Depp, are you in the house?” Depp, wearing his signature brimmed hat, walked out to deafening screams -- from 18,000 people in the crowd -- and picked up a guitar for a performance of "Train Kept a-Rollin." 

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

This weekend marks The Perseids Meteor Shower. Click here for more information. Catch a falling constellation and make a wish.....    

Whatever your plans are have a fantastic weekend. ~x  

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Who Wears Their PJ's Shopping?

 

Cocaine Princess here.

I was emotionally drained. How is it not possible to have some type of breakdown here? I blame the day on my hormonal craving. I should have just walked away and waited in the car but I didn’t.

Allow me to explain:

I am continually shocked at the behavior of people these days. I wrote a post about people who spit out their gum, this week it’s rude people who shop. Let’s rewind back to last weekend and let me start off by saying that I love my sister, truly I do but there are times I'm left scratching my head wondering how we’re related based on her actions. Last Sunday was one of those beautiful summer afternoons in July. Sister and I were coming back from the city when all of a sudden I was attacked by a hormonal hunger craving. If you’re female or have a wife or girlfriend then of course you know what I’m talking about. Hormonal hunger cravings come out of nowhere. They will attack you left, right and center. It doesn’t care where you are or what you’re doing. There have been times when I have ripped off the refrigerator door and destroyed every cupboard and pantry in the house when my hormonal cravings strike! Anyways, as we were driving back home I had this overwhelming craving for Chicken McNuggets. Approaching the off ramp sister noticed those famous Golden Arches. I could almost hear my cravings rejoice until that is I realized the Golden Arches were inside Wal-Mart. I despise this place for the following reasons:

Problem #1:  The Damn Parking Lot 
As with most places you pull into incoming traffic does not stop as was the case pulling into Wal-Mart and in case someone didn’t know there was a great big white sign with the words “Incoming Traffic Does Not Stop” written in black. I guess no one bothered to take the sign seriously because there was a lengthy line of cars waiting along curbside with the indicator light flickering blocking the incoming traffic. I honked twice in hopes the car in front of me would move a couple of meters so I could drive past him. What happened instead? The driver switched the indicator light off and then his engine. I had no choice but to carefully maneuver and weave my way in and out of the cars all while making sure I didn’t run anyone down as customers were entering and exiting the store blindly without a care in the world. It was clear these customers were either under the assumption they owned the road or because they lacked the simple common sense of looking both ways before crossing the street. While looking for a parking space, out of nowhere this individual wearing blue flannel pants with flip flops darted out in-between two cars paying no attention to traffic whatsoever and was carrying a bag of dog food. I couldn’t get past his attire.

ME: Who wears their pajamas shopping?

SISTER: They’re sweat pants, darling.

 After managing to find a fairly reasonable parking spot, sister and I made our way inside and as we did what I feared most of all happened. Sister grabbed a cart from the corral. “Oh my God,” I groaned. “I just need to pick up a few things she said while spraying the cart's bar handle with sanitizer. I questioned why she needed the cart? “You specifically said the word couple. Last time I checked the world “couple” means two. So if what you’re saying is true that you need to pick up a couple of things you don’t really need a cart, right? I asked. “As long as we’re here I may as well pick up a couple of things for the house,” she replied. Again with that word “couple.” I reminded sister we had a housekeeper who gets paid. “Let her pick up the things.” “By the time you’re done eating your nuggets, I’ll be finished shopping,” she replied back. Oh, but if only that true.

Problem #2:  Inside The Store: Pt. 1 
Those of you who have shopped here are familiar with the Greeters-- You know those employees in the blue vests whose sole job is to greet customers upon entering and answer any questions they may or may not have. It doesn’t seem like a hard job. Although one has to wonder what exactly the requirements are aside from a high school diploma? I could be wrong but I’m quite sure one requirement would be a friendly attitude. He was leaning against an ATM and I don’t know why unless he was guarding it for some unknown reason but what got to me most was he didn’t say hello. He just stood there. I asked sister why he didn’t greet us:

SISTER: Maybe he didn't see us.

Sister’s phone rang. As she chatted I decided to take on the role of undercover investigator by spending a few minutes observing the greeter and his interaction with the customers entering or should I say lack of interaction? Customers kept on entering and this so called greeter failed in my opinion to live up to his job by saying a simple hello. Perhaps at this particular Wal-Mart customers were required to say hello in order for the greeter to speak? I suppose I could have initiated the conversation upon entering but why? If he’s being paid to greet shouldn’t he be greeting? The young male couldn’t have been more than 17-18 years old, part time student I presumed. Maybe his vocabulary was limited and any word that sounded like a salutation was not included. Customers continued to pile into the store almost nonstop. The greeter didn’t say a word, hell there wasn’t even a head nod! When sister finished up talking to whomever was on the phone she inquired what I was doing. I explained.

SISTER: Why do you care whether he says hello or not? It’s not your problem.

I begged to differ and suggested she take a look at his employee name tag. Underneath his name were several of those yellow smiley face circles.

SISTER: Why are you so concerned about this?

Before I had a chance to answer guess who decided to re-enter the store? The guy in the flannel pants and by the way I was correct— they were indeed pj's and not sweats. With it he wore a white cotton shirt. The buttons were done up wrong giving the shirt a whole lop-sided look. Seriously, what was this guy thinking– wearing pj's to shop?! Did he think no one would notice by pairing it with a cotton shirt? Needless to say I was horrified. Don’t get me wrong, I never judge anyone on their appearance. We all have our style but wearing PJ'S while shopping???!!! I’m sorry but that is definitely a no-no. I turned to sister:

ME: Who wears pj's out in public? How long does it take to put on a pair of proper pants? I’ll tell you how long-- the same amount of time it probably takes to put on pj's.

SISTER: Do me a favor–- quit playing Fashion Police and go eat your McNuggets. Text me when you’re done. 

To Be Continued.....

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The Olympics officially kicked off last Friday. What did you think of the Opening Ceremonies? The highlight for me was watching David Beckham cruising on a boat with the torch down the River Thames and how funny was Mr. Bean during "The Chariots of Fire" skit! As of now the USA is leading with a total of 37 medals. Meanwhile, Canada has a total of 7. 

I read this on twitter today & I totally love it:

"Chad le Clos was 12 when he saw his hero, Michael Phelps (aged 19) in Athens. 8 years later, Chad beat Phelps. Tell a 12-year-old to dream."

So inspiring.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Up here it's the Long Holiday Weekend.
 
Whatever your plans are have a brilliant 1st weekend of August. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess