Category — maaaad men

I bought too many pairs of shoes yesterday at Target. I know, I know - you’re thinking, “Is that even possible?”

I feel a little guilty about it. Particularly because I bought the same pair of shoes in three different colors. The thing is I haven’t bought any shoes since er…December or so (flip flops do not count) and these were from Target, as I mentioned in that sentence up there, so I’m pretty sure they don’t count either. Plus we had a gift card.

The thing with Target shoes is you have to be careful about the plastic-y leather ones which will bite your heels painfully because they are made entirely out of old, discarded Trapper Keepers. I was smart, though and went for the faux suede moccasins which are made entirely out of old, discarded um, moccasins. So soft. So moccasin-y.

I kind of have Back to School Fever and yes, I realize we still have a good month/month and a half of summer yet but if Delias.com says it’s fall and the Brass Plum says it’s fall then it is fucking fall already.

My God, I really am desperately holding onto my youth. I guess here is where I should tell you about the fringe-y boots I also got. I was in some kind of seventeen year old off to college frenzy. Obviously, at some point yesterday, I went back in time and thought these would come in handy for those early morning European History classes and post-dorm party dining commons trips.

When I asked Dane if these made me look like Pocahontas he said yes but only if he could be John Smith.

I’m not sure what he meant by that but I’m fairly certain it involves me reading a map while Dane smokes a peace pipe and looks down my deerskin shift dress. Or something. I never saw that movie. I did see Mulan, however, which I think is the same thing but with more war.

Okay, I’ve gone way off book here. Sorry, where was I?

Oh! It’s Mad Men night at the Hesselbees and I hope you all are coming. Please email me if you haven’t yet so that I can clean a small patch of the floor and/or steal furniture from the lobby for you to sit on. If need be, everyone can sit on my lap. And if that isn’t enough to entice you then I don’t know what is.

Moccasins!

I feel vindicated, people. VINDICATED.

Last night, after our guests sat huddled under blankets and jackets, Dane was finally forced to turn the air conditioning off and admit that I AM NOT A CRAZY WOMAN WITH POOR CIRCULATION.

It was extremely satisfying.

Other things that happened last night - I drank three to fourteen highballs and horded the diet ginger ale like an asshole. I didn’t mean to do this - I just assumed the girls would think I was being ridiculous to drink diet stuff…I don’t know. I can’t explain how my inner neuroses works. Maybe someone else can do it for me. Intern Meagan?

Also, ZZ tried to bite Sue and Matt Davis only a couple of times before she finally settled into a puddle of obediance at Matt’s feet.

I stuck a bunch of hors d’oeuvre-y things in the oven and served them to people and no one seemed to think this was stupid. Or they didn’t say anything. I regret not sticking those little toothpicks with colored cellophane into the mu shoo pieces, though. That would have been festive.

Justin flew Arthur around the living room prompting the poor thing to have dubbya dubbya eye eye flashbacks and some confusion about whether he had ever even HAD a brother named “Stan”.

Alzheimer’s is so sad, really.

And Pete Campbell wore this:

Here is the link to the rest of the pics from the New York Times magazine.

Probably due to the too many drinks, I lost track of what was happening in the oven with the chocolate chip cookies, and that’s when the title of this post begins to make sense.

Next week’s Mad Men party is going to be fancy dress, mid century modern style. You should come!