Lara’s lousy vacation, day 3: Have a nice day!
Today is day 3 at the Hyatt in Newport, and not that I’m running out of things to do, but after 3 days alone (not that I’m LONELY mind you) well it was time to check with the conceirage (yes I know it’s spelled wrong but I’m on vacation leave me alone) to see what else was up in Newport. I mentioned to Phyliss that I had drinks last night at the glorious Castle Hill (at $1200 a night it better be friggin’ glorious).
And Phyliss was all like, …
Lobster friggin’ salad
This lobster salad was like NOTHING I have ever eaten before. Nothing. At H20 in Newport, RI. It deserved it’s own post.
Lara’s not so lousy vacation: Day 2
Vacation is supposed to be a time where you figure out what you want to do with your life. And I figured it out. I like, no LOVE just to talk. To people. About anything. So today I spend about an hour talking to this antique dealer, in her roasting oven store (no AC) about distressing the beautiful 1930’s mahogany dining room set that she was selling for $650 (and couldn’t give it away–if only I had the space for God Sakes SOMEONE buy it!), and about how bad things were in Newport for all …
Laras lousy vacation: Day I
So, as CEO and acting president I decided the best thing to do for my newly formed company was for me to go on a vacation the second week on the job. I mean, don’t you? But for the first time ever, (well not ever, but almost) I couldn’t figure out who the hell to go with. Bella was like, “mom I’m bored whenever I go on vacation with you, I’m staying in the big dirty apple”. And others, “Lara, it’s just not a good week”, so I’m like, “f&ck it. I’m going alone.” And alone I go, 4 hours all …
How much are these jeans, or: being self employed is fantastic!
So, as most of you know (or many of you), last Monday marked my first day as an entrepreneur. That means, I now work for myself. A mid-sized corporation consisting of me, myself and I. And what better way grow that corporation, than to look big, act big and dress big. Which means, a short trip to Bergdorf Goodman.
After an hour of hunting around for some entrepreneurial bargains, and finding none to my satisfaction, I stumble upon, gladness of gladness, these jeans. 
And …
I must be insane…or just high…
…But like, I had to post this. So, two weeks ago, I quit a fairly comfortable, secure job (or so I thought) to start my own business. Like WHAT was I thinking? And actually, I wasn’t drunk. Maybe, just a little delusional. What do you think? Happy Friday?
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Bra police, or: Should you wear this on a sail boat?
So, yesterday I went sailing around the isle of Manhattan, no it ain’t Capri, but what ever, and this 50 foot sail boat had 40 people, so you could say it was a little…PACKED. And I show up in shorts and a tank and this is fine and dandy for sailboat attire, but I look around me and feel a little under dressed. ’cause most all the other ladies around me are well turned out in cute little sundresses. And I’m like, well at least …