Talking about your resolutions (or how you’re above making resolutions), your accomplishments, and how you woke up covered in glitter and sequins with an empty bottle of Cristal in your Muse bag is officially TOTALLY passé. And for the record, who goes out on the town with a MUSE bag? I mean, if I scrunched into fetal position I can probably fit inside one of those things.
Allow me to preface by saying that I wholeheartedly intended to roll out a plethora of loaded posts this past week- one discussing in short the accomplishments of this year, another celebrating the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of this blog (it was on 12/27/2011), and a third dishing on my hypothetical resolutions
Since those initial ideas, I have endured what can be best regarded as an ego hangover so I am not going to make a bullet-pointed list bragging to you all about how many times Prabal Gurung retweeted me in 2011 or how I managed to rack over 40,000 Lufthansa air miles, graduate college, author a 40 page thesis on ethnolinguistic fractionalization’s relation to corruption, get a job at a luxury goods company I’m obsessed with, and you know… do some freelancey stuff and rack a #4 ranking for Portland Urbanspoon.
My bad…guess I just did…without the bullet points.
It was a grand year; full of milestones, ambition, realisations, and tribulations; new friends and experiences and of course only the best food and outfit combinations
And a year that ended with business dishing in a Mink shrug and my half of a Steak Frites order at Bluehour… alongside a Spicy Caipirinha or two.
What was your grandest accomplishment of 2011?