Right, so wedding planning.

Not as fun as everyone makes it out to be. Well, maybe i shouldn't be so extreme...

It is fun if you think haggling with every vendor in the Tristate area, arguing with your British fiance on "cultural differences" and listening to your wild Italian family tell you what is & isn't classy (meh). A psycho-insane-elated-fun, I guess....

Anywho, throughout this process one ignores most other areas in life (ahem: GlamourCow).. so I decided this past weekend to ignore it all, p/t it to Mother's house (Manalapan, home of "The Situation") and see if I can score anything decent at Marshall's.

Here's what I bought and here's what's appauling:

Purchased at Marshall's: Laundry by Shelli Segal Short Leather Motorcross Jacket (leopard lining, love it. so fran drescher.) $149.00. Marshall's NJ Rt 9 S.

What's appauling: Post-purchase, I found that same jacket at Bloomies for $420.00. Here.

With all of my wedding planning going on I'm 100% out of the loop on anything remotely cool. I realize I can't vacuum myself out of reality, so I'm making a fair attempt to get back in the game. Which leads me to Fashion's Night Out.

What's the deal, are you going? (Last year Lauren & I spent the night running around Bergdorf's...)

Have you seen this agenda map on their website?

You can choose what hoods you want and what categories you're interested in, so call your boos, make a list and go scoop up some free samps!

All HERE.

Oh, you all of this didn't you?

I better not turn into a big married loser. Blech.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm about to find out. After over 10 years of maintaining my prized, shiny blonde locks, I've decided to go back to my roots. My brunette roots, that is.

Why the crazy-drastic-can't believe-I'm-giving-up-my-blonde-hair-change? Well... Ten years of root touch-up every 3-4 weeks not only takes a toll on your wallet, but obviously, on your hair. Beyond the fact that I didn't want to have to pull a Britney, I was ready for a change. And maybe it also has something to do with the fact that I just turned 25 and am currently undergoing a quarter-life crisis.

So after a shot (or two...) of vodka, enlisting my roommate K to come along as a support buddy (you know, to stop me in case I tried to flee the scene) and one last over-the-shoulder toss of my soon-to-be-gone blonde mane, I arrived at Red Market Salon on Gansevoort to go au natural.

Inhabiting a sleek 4th floor loft overlooking the Meatpacking District, Red Market is a self-described "late night" salon open from 2pm - 11pm. Great for people who work late...or for alkies and nightlife whores who don't even get up until 2. Whatever the reason, once there guests are treated to complimentary wine & champagne, DJ's (depending on the night), entertainment at the shampoo bowls via the Sundance Channel (finally, something interesting to stare at while the color's getting rinsed out of your hair), and laid back, no attitude, professional staff.

If this is what you typically look like after a night of partying, fear not - beauty guru Elizabeth Grant's new Socializer pens are here to make that transition from the bar to the boardroom a little less tragic.

That's right - the global beauty powerhouse designed this prod for all you alkies (present company included) who stumble into the office, you know, 2-3 mornings a week, looking like a tawdry piece of trash.

While they won't cure the pounding headache or nagging need to go throw up in the toilet, Grant's Socializerä pens WILL save you from looking like a raccoon on crack. After all, they have packed "all the hydrating, cooling, soothing, de-puffing, dark-circle-erasing, illuminating action" they could fit into two tiny tubes. Now that's some action a girl can get used to twice a day.

Slather on Late Nights before you crash (read: pass out still fully clothed), and Bright Lights when you wake up (read: drag yourself out of bed), and save yourself the concealer you used to cake on Marie Antionette-style.

This cracks me up. $18 @ Threadless.

Ok boys. Here's a little tip. While a girl loves a gentleman, you don't have to be so chivalrous...all the time.

We WANT to be kissed on the first date.

Don't walk us 14 blocks home, set up a second date, stare at us awkwardly for what feels like hours on the doorstep, and do nothing. Make a move damnit!

I'm not asking for sex....yet.

Just a nice, hot, passionate make out session to let me (and you) know if there any sparks. Grab me, pull me in, and kiss me. Run your fingers through my hair, down my neck, down my back, and fucking make out. with. me.

I mean, what's a girl gotta do to get some action around here? Walk around with a sticker saying "I might like you better if we slept together" stamped on my forehead?

A girl doesn't have all day. Make a move boys.

xoxo

L