Online Dating Volumes 1 here and 2 here if you’re new to the…fun.

Now, I have A LOT of (fake ha) hair. (I didn’t name this blog Unbeweavable for nothin!) First date hair vs mellow hanging out with the girls/family hair are 2 different animals, right? Can I get an AMEN on that? I didn’t want to start fully getting ready until I heard from him.( Total date hair inspiration below, love it.)I call and it goes straight to voicemail where I leave a very mellow, casual message. (Inner monologue-am I being punked? wtf?)

He calls me at 1030-I am home watching the Devil Wears Prada and hoping my dog doesn’t have a heart attack due to the fireworks.(Ms. Bella is not a fan.) Leaves VM “I really need to talk to you. Please call me.” etc, etc.

We’ve since talked again and made plans…again. I like him. Am I making a big mistake? Don’t answer that. Everybody deserves a second chance, right? ( Answer that one.)

My weekend wasn’t a complete failure! I did a lot of this…

And this!

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It’s Story Time, Dolls… Get comfortable.

Sooo a few things first-

• I love bullet points. It’s the corporate/anal side of me rearing it’s ugly head.
• I miss you…and I’m VOWING to blog everyday for a month, starting today!…I’m not going to get all ridic and say a year just yet, crazies…but Im pretty sure on May 15th, I’ll be ready to re-commit. I have commitment issues, what can I say? Thanks for sticking with me you loyal little lovelies! XO
• I am going back to the above hair color, but NOT the bangs. I know what you’re going to say…the bangs are fierce. I know this…but honestly, looking back…the bangs were also a big fat pain in the booty. I’m a pretty high maintenance girl, but even us girly girls don’t want to have to worry about our bangs when we’re working out or going in the pool or something. It’s highly annoying. I’m not saying never though…
• The picture of me was taken on the way to shake it at Opera in LA one night while my dear friend K was behind the wheel. Isn’t she gorg?This was allegedly for a work function-ahhh I love you, fashion industry, I will never stray from you again!!!!!!

Started out like this-My boss emailing me from his office next door-”Liz, what are you doing tomorrow night?” Me…knowing that something fabulous was just around the corner and being umm…ME…who was training my lame replacement(why would I leave this job? WHY? sometimes I wonder myself but cie la vie), told that chick to hold on mid-sentence and high heeled it next door. He held up two invites for the next evening…sighed a dramatic “guy who works in the fashion industry sigh”-if you catch my drift and said, “Well, we’re double booked tomorrow night, so which one do you want?”

One was a meeting with an editor for the New York Times at the Standard, and while that was probably, lets face it, the “right” decision to make…the other was a “networking” event at Opera in Hollywood, the club, people, not an actual Opera, partnering with a modeling agency…and an open bar WITH bottle service. Well, we all know what decision I made…and while I’m sure meeting with that super important editor could have been really enlightening, and even more could have been an amazing networking opportunity for myself personally…OH WELL.

My boss was the one texting me at 9pm telling me he was home, bored and should have come to Opera. Sucker.

So anyways, as I’m getting a head of myself, as usual…the boss says, “Bring anyone you want…” AS IF there is any choice.

Do you guys have a work bestie too? The ones you email back and forth with, talking trash on co-workers you don’t particularly like and sharing websites you prob shouldn’t be looking at in life, or ever for that matter ha…the ones you sneak out to Starbucks with 4 times a day even though you have to walk right past your CEO’s windows but really…you don’t care? The one who emails you inappropriate things on your blackberry while she knows you’re in an Executive Meeting? And then suddenly you’re hanging out for Taco Tuesdays and on weekends, and going to pilates and the beach, and meeting boyfriends and stealing clothes from the work sample closet? Huh? WHAT? Or is this just me, and did I get really lucky with K? I miss her.

I immediately spin around and tear through the marketing dept. looking for my partner in crime…she’s in the closet a.k.a (heaven)…and we decide that yes, we’re going and that we simply need to leave work early the next afternoon to…

A. Go dress shopping and B. Get blowouts, oh and C. I have to do her make-up. Because when you’re a make-up artist, suddenly nobody around you can put eyeliner on. Whatevs. When we tell our boss this, he rolls his eyes, but by this time, Team EK pretty much ruled that dept…don’t mess…don’t upset one, you’ll upset the other…haha.

Our mission for the evening was to network our high heels off…I was the Marketing Manager for our nationwide brand and she the Marketing Coordinator…we were armed with business cards and…yeah. Ended up sitting in the V.I.P section getting tipsy off champagne and Hypnotic, talking to the most random people in LA and making fun of everyone who was actually hardcore networking.

• You know how some nights are just so…amazing that no matter how many nights you go out, they just can never be duplicated, and you NEVER forget almost every detail of what happened? I’m not going to bore you with all the gory details and inside jokes, because I love my loyal readers, but I will say that we ended up at Mel’s Diner at 4am…and in my L.A experience, any evening that leaves you at Mel’s is a good night. I feel like this is much like Cafeteria in NYC.
• Work the next day was a joke…as was my “report” to the CEO about what we accomplished.

Sometimes you just have to have some fun. I hope you all are having fun…you deserve it, dolls! Tell me all about it…I wanna know! XOXO, Liz

P.S. Because I’ve received some questions-the lipstick/gloss I am wearing in that picture is Please Me by M.A.C with Clear Lipglass over it. Please Me looks like scary 80′s pink, but you can totally rock it out with the right eye/cheek combination. Don’t be scuurrred!

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