2013: Year of the Babe

I am sitting in my bed, curled up in my down coat and fur hat (because my awful roommates refuse to turn the heat on), trying to find the words to describe this past year. With my chapstick woefully out of reach, I can't help but laugh at all of the first world problems that I have managed to bitch and moan about in 2012. "I have to move (twice), I broke up with my boyfriend, dating sucks, I can't manage to loose those last five pounds..." yadda yadda yadda. Seriously, if I wasn't so fun to hang out with, I would hate me.

With that in mind, I have decided that 2013 is going to be the "year of the babe". Yep, that's right, it's all about me. Sorry, I'm not sorry.

Some of my friends have called me "the most interesting woman in the world", and I intend to keep it that way. So with that said, you might need a little background on me before the year gets started. About six months ago I went through a tough, yet amicable, breakup. Since then, I have been on a spree of spontaneous acts that have brought me on crazy dates, to obscene parties, and even back down to earth for a reality check, or two. I have found myself living in Southie with some pretty terrible roommates, who I met on Craigslist (what was I thinking?). It's taken me a little while, but I have found a group of girlfriends who are a lot of fun (and thankfully have good heads on their shoulders). We'll call them E, K, S, C, and H. I have dated guys who have run the gamete of nicknames including (but not limited to): Pants, George Foreman, Iceland, Triathlete, Nice Guy, Gobble Gobble, and Harvard. Triathlete, Nice Guy, and Harvard have managed to stick around somehow, but Triathlete lives up to his nickname and has been slowly pulling ahead for a few weeks now.

When I'm not blogging/tweeting, shopping, eating, drinking, working out, or studying, I have been working in the service industry to do things like pay rent, buy champagne, and keep my closet full of things that I will only wear once or twice. While it is not the most glamorous job, I truly feel like I have a "work family". I've worked a gazillion jobs and the workplace camaraderie is the best I have seen in a very long time. (For those of you who are wondering, I'm a server/bartender at a restaurant in the Back Bay area.)

Somehow, I always manage to get myself wrapped up in the craziest adventures. Whether it be trips to Lake George this past summer, relatively spontaneous one-day escapades to Vegas (coming up this weekend), hosting backstage at Boston Fashion Week, or even just being silly and climbing on all of the statues on Comm Ave (not an easy feat mind you), I always manage to have a good time. There may have even been an incident where I attempted to swan dive into the infinity pool outside of the Christian Science Center... we won't go there just yet.

So, what can you expect to see in this blog? Everything from fashion, sex, wine, friendship, and adventure. Sound like something you're interested in? Super, keep coming back for more...

'Til next time,

A Babe In Boston