Stylish [hungry] Blogger

The lovely Andrea over at A Steady Stream of Chatter bestowed the Stylish Blogger award to me the other day.

Thanks, lady!

I've done this a couple of times, so I won't bore you with seven more random facts about myself.

Instead, I'll cover my most favorite topic in the world: FOOD.

Here are seven foods I cannot live without:

[but do not necessarily eat on a regular basis because if I did I would be the size of the girl on Willy Wonky who turns into a blueberry]

1. Cheese. All kinds. At all times. On everything.

2. Cheese Enchiladas. I hail from San Antonio. This was a staple of my childhood. Thank goodness I danced to combat my enchilada intake.

3. Fajitas/fajita tacos/all tacos [preferably with beans involved]. Sensing a Mexican food theme? It's half my culture.

4. Kebabs. Stick me in a Persian restaurant and I'll die of happiness. The hummus. The bread. The feta. More more more!!

5. Pizza. I could eat this every day and never get tired of it. And I would if a) It wasn't horrible for me and b) There weren't so many other foods vying for my attention.

6. Sushi. I could eat about five rolls all by myself. I have to restrain myself every time I go to a sushi restaurant. Luckily its price tag keeps me from over indulging.

7. Peanut butter. Specifically Peter Pan. I eat it out of the jar with a spoon. Yay healthy protein!

8. Desserts. Any kind. All kinds. Every day. This is my number one love in life. I could do a whole post dedicted to my favorites, and it probably still wouldn't be enough. Be still, my heart.



Ok so that was more than seven. But food is my life.

And now I'm starving.

Typical.

Long weekend love

Three day weekends make me infinitely happy.

So happy Memorial Day weekend, my fellow Americans!

[And for those not currently residing in America, continue enjoying copious amounts of vacation days that make my heart ache with jealousy.]

Also, a very happy birthday to this lady:

I know I don't have to tell you to celebrate big. And we will celebrate even bigger in VEGAS!

Have a fantabulous weekend, everyone! May it be filled with copious amounts of food.

Because, duh, every good weekend [or day] should be filled with food.

How to look hot without looking slutty: A Vegas conundrum

As I pointed out a couple of months ago, the girls and I are jetting off to Vegas in July for some fun times.

On our second night in town, we plan on partying it up at one or more of the hot clubs Vegas houses. So, my dilemma is this:

What the hell do I wear?

I want a dress that says "Hi, I'm Alex, and I'm here to party and maaaaybe make some men drool and buy us free drinks. However, I have a boyfriend and have no interest in random hookups with strange men, no matter how rich, nor do I want to find myself in a female version of The Hangover."

Though I've never been, I feel Vegas clubs might be the land of dresses that say, "Hi, my name is so-and-so, and I am trying to look as slutty as possible. Please, strange rich men, buy me endless amounts of vodka waters and take me to your suite."

So you see, I want hot, but not slutty.

Sexy! That's what I want. Classy sexy.

Oxymoron? I am determined to make it work.

Here are some ideas that Polyvore helped me conjure up:

Vegas dresses by sara.alexandra featuring a one shoulder cut out dress

This board has made a few things obvious to me:

a. I'm into sparkle/metallic colors. Like whoa. There is a sassy gay man in me just dying to get out.

b. It seems I find one shoulder to be synonymous with sexy. I'm a fan, what can I say.

c. I have a secret desire to wear a bandage dress, even though they remind me of the nauseatingly annoying Kardashian sisters.

I didn't even try to tackle accessories because I suck at those. Seriously. I need an accessories fairy to whisper in my ear every time I put on clothing.

Can any veteran Vegas revelers offer any advice??

Mind mush

I have nothing of any interest to say, but I have missed my blog.

So while I gnaw on some Cadbury chocolate and think about all the non-exercising I'll be doing this evening, here is a picture the ones who love me unconditionally.

Crap, I'm such a crazy cat lady.

I swear my boyfriend is real, as are the friends you see on here.

Me...if I were a fictional character

Sometimes I like to forget how old I am and read books that are more appropriate for pre-pubescent girls.

It's ok, I promise.

Never one to give up on a series, I couldn't help but finish up the Princess Diaries books that I missed after high school.



They are silly, y'all.

This girl complaaaaains and is dramatic and boy crazy and dorky and...ME [minus the whole being a princess thing. I wish.].

Yes, Princess Mia is startlingly similar to high school Alex.

It is apparent why I loved these books so much back in the day.

[and still do]

And now I know where I got the idea of calling one's virginity their "precious gift."

Yep.

Please be my friend still.

Foodie's paradise

Houston's first annual Food Truck Festival was held this past weekend, so I obviously had to attend.

There are a few adjustments that should be made for next year, but it was otherwise a very tasty experience. Good food trumps the sunburn I left with.

I started with dessert. No shame! This cookies 'n cream cupcake had a whole oreo at the bottom.

Fellow foodies.

Cookies 'n cream cake ball.

Lemon cake ball that was to die for!

My lunch. A hoagie with grilled chicken, avacado puree, hoison sauce, jalapenos, cumcumbers, carrots, and cilantro.

We couldn't resist stopping to get sno cones after the festival.



It was a decadent weekend, obviously!

P.S. GO SEE BRIDESMAIDS RIGHT NOW. In all seriousness, probably the funniest movie I have seen in a loooong time. Kristin Wiig is a comedic genius!

Two years ago

Has it really been two years since I walked across a big stage in front of a crowd of thousands to receive that expensive piece of paper?

Seems like yesterday.

I can't quite put into words the feeling of melancholy I get when thinking back on college. Lord knows I've spent a lot of time pretending like I'm still in it. But it will never be the same as when I was experiencing it for myself. The mistakes, embarrassments, nights of wreckless abandon, traditions, friends who became family, football games, even the major I hated. They were precious times, I tell you.

This weekend the Class of 2011 graduates from Texas A&M University and goes forth into the world as former students. They have so much to look forward to, yet so much to let go of. Real life is hard, yet beautiful in its own way. I am still resisting, in so many ways, becoming a true "adult," and I can't figure out if this is okay or not.

I feel like I can't be the only one out there who has issues letting go of these memories. Call me pathetic, but I wouldn't mind being stuck in college for a little while longer. Well, only if it meant that upon finally leaving, I'd meet the world with my dream job handed to me and life completely hunky dory. No? Damn.

Congratulations, Class of 2011.

Important things

These two items involve food [what else is new] and hot men.

1. THIS finally opened in Texas:

Much to my chagrin, it's located about five hours away from me. HOWEVER, it is only 20 minutes away from Aaron's home town, which we will be visiting Memorial Day weekend. Score!! It has been three years since I've had one of these scrumptious burgers in my tummy. Feels like an eternity...

2. It is my pretend boyfriend's birthday.



Rob turns 25 today. I will say no more, for fear that I will frighten everyone with my creepy celebrity stalker alter ego. But seriously, have you ever seen a man more beautiful? Ok stopping.

Have a fabulous weekend lovelies!

News of the day

Three little tidbits that made me say, "Oh no!" or "Whoaaa!" or "Awww!"

1. "Oh no!": The Governator and Maria Shriver have split after 25 years. I have no particular affinity for Aaaanold, but the Kennedy family intrigues me, plus it's always a little heart breaking to hear about a long marriage ending.

2. "Whoaaa!": Microsoft has purchased Skype for about $8 BILLION in CASH. Take a second to wrap your head around that. Now procede to say, "Whoaaaa!"

3. "Awww!": Willkat [Yes, this is what I will call them from now on. It suddenly occurred to me.], AKA Prince William and Duchess Catherine, have left for their official honeymoon. Still no deets on the location, but they have indeed flown off into the sunset [or sunrise] together. Explanation still pending as to why I was not invited.

Celebrating obscure holidays that have no major significance is what we do best

Does anyone actually know what Cinco de Mayo is celebrated for?

I feel there is a common misconception that it's a shindig to honor Mexican independence, but nay. Basically, it's only imortant to people living in the Mexican state of Puebla.

Seeing as how I live in Houston, TX, there is no real reason we celebrate this besides having a great excuse to eat fajitas, drink margaritas, and celebrate half of my heritage. Plus, I got to amaze everyone with my knowledge of tejano and Selena songs. You don't grow up on a rougher side of San Antonio and NOT know these things.

And trust me after a week of car accidents, financial woes, and general anxiety, a celebration is just what I needed.

As the resident half Mexican, I had no choice but to wear this dress. And celebrate accordingly.

Showing off her mad skillet grilling skills.

Dosarita. Thank you, Snooki, for introducing the world to margarita + beer.

A chihuahua on Cinco de Mayo? Perfection! Yo quiero Taco Bell.

We love being festive.

Showing that celebrations can be had anywhere.



I'd say it was a successful Cinco de Mayo [and let's not forget, Cinco de Ginger] and certainly lifted my spirits.

Viva amigos y margaritas!

That time my car met a cement wall

Leave it to me to get into a car accident that did not involve anyone but me, myself, and I.

And a cement wall.

I blame it on high heels. LADIES, do not drive while wearing tall shoes!!

Anyway, this was the first time I have ever caused major harm to my car, and my bank account and I are not happy. Thank goodness for insurance, but still. Geez.

So Alex's lesson for the day:

Stilettos+accidental gas pedal+cement wall=sad car and sad bank account

If I were royal, this never would have happened because I'd be escorted around in a private car at all times.

Just sayin'.