Monday, Monday
So, I went looking for a dress for the Berkley party on Friday night. Didn’t find one. Hated them all, and when sleeves make my arms look like stuffed sausages, there be problems. Also, I hate my knees, and most of the dresses were knee-length or just above. I finally settled on trousers and a frilly shirt.
I also started twittering, which is kind of fun. I will probably forget to do it half the time, though.
I have, so far, found THE WILD ROAD, MY WICKED ENEMY, HEARTSICK, DELICIOUS, CRY WOLF, and THE MILLIONAIRE’S INEXPERIENCED LOVE-SLAVE. Still several more July 29 books to go.
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******DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE KNOWING WHAT REAL-LIFE PERSON IS IN AN AUTHOR’S HEAD WHEN SHE THINKS OF HER CHARACTERS********
I was also charged with picking out a new cologne for my husband. I got Davidoff’s “Adventure,” partially because it smelled good, and partially because — as soon as I walked into Macy’s — I saw this on a giant display:
I really wish this picture had been available when I was writing “Thicker Than Blood.” It would have made my Jack collage just perfect 
I am heading to the bookstore tomorrow and am really hoping to find Cry Wolf and Nightwalker.
I can see how that ad would inspire you to choose that cologne. Very nice photo and pretty darn inspiring.
I thought I knew what I was wearing in SF until I started packing, then I started trying things on. Yeah, the stuff changed…drastically.
I just saw that ad in a magazine. Yummmm. Quite inspiring, isn’t it?
And twitter me, Meljean! (that sounds dirty, doesn’t it?)
“In search of solitude, I have ridden my motorcycle to these rugged, fog-shrouded mountains. No matter how often I shave, my manly stubble immediately returns. I smell of musk and leather and peat. I convey all of this to you through the power of my penetrating stare.”
“And isn’t my scarf FABulous?!?!”
Lost me at the end there. I don’t want to see a scarf like that on a man unless it’s binding him to something.
I think I might just have to buy that cologne for myself.
Dude, hawt. Slurp.
I think trousers and a frilly shirt are the perfect solution. And I’m totally LOL @ Sausage arms, because I’m so there. :brickwall:
Try sausage arms + sausage legs + sausage torso = the whole hog. Love the idea of pants and a pretty shirt!
I don’t quite understand Twitter and they’re not very forthcoming on their site with the deets (tweets??). I have glanced at some, like SmartBitches though and whoa….goodbye time. If I was more high-tech I suppose I would twitter folks too. Looks like fun even if I don’t get it.
BTW, I’ve been a closet voyeur here and will likely go back to peeping, but I love your blog.
My husband was reading a magazine the other day while I was doing something like watching Dr. Horrible. Out of nowhere he said, “The next time I get cologne I’m getting Davidoff”. As he’s a long time Polo user, I was a touch confused and gave him a bewildered look. “Because it’ll make me smell like him”, then he turned the magazine around and showed me the ad.
Ewan is my celebrity boyfriend. I lovelovelove him: the hair, the voice, the personality, the sense of humor, AND he sings – I mean, c’mon! – that’s nearly too much awesome to be contained in just one man. My husband has rather wisely decided to make do with the love I have left over for him. Seeing as Ewan and I haven’t actually met, he thinks he’s pretty secure.
As for the clothes, I think the shirt + trousers idea has merit for another reason: San Francisco weather can be quite changeable (not to mention windy), so it sounds like a practical idea in more ways than one.
I am such a twitter addict know. Evil, very evil.