Truth or Not-Truth

Apparently my friends/family are chock full of culture because my phone/gchat was ringing off the hook yesterday due to a little piece in the New York Times:

…“We found a cafe that served unlimited mimosas with breakfast,” said his fiancée, Brianna Jacobson, 23. “And we do not have that back home,” Mr. Treanor said….

For the record, I am very much not engaged. However I do REALLY like mimosas.

 

Thanks.

To everyone who made my Kiefer Sutherland birthday weekend so special, I want to say a big thank you! You all are my favs.

Kisses,

Brianna “now 24″ Jacobson

 

TONIGHT!

Come join us tonight at my second annual Karaoke Birthday. If you know where and when it is, great! If you don’t, ask me, and then you will. See you bear!

 

Another One for the Ladies

Until recently, I was very lucky to be living in New Jersey with the wonderful Rose, and there were certain things I just didn’t have to pay for. My momma warned me when I moved that expenses would come up where I didn’t expect them, and she was so right. The biggest expense that I was in no way prepared for is just how freaking much it costs to buy toiletries.

Now I am not the kind of girl who needs name brands or top of the line anything, but my money woes came to a head when I realized that a bottle of shaving cream costs at least five dollars.

Now I know that I just said I don’t turn up my nose at generics, but you don’t mess around with hair removal. I have seen too many people with razor burn in inopportune places to chance anything having to do with shaving. That is where the wonderful, amazing, Angela G. comes into play.

While venting about my toiletry toils, she let me in on a little secret: conditioner does the same job as shaving cream, if not better, and is way cheaper. You can buy a bottle of Suave for 99 cents ya’ll! I put Angela’s tip to the test this morning, shaving one leg with cream, and the other with conditioner, and I’ll have you know the conditioner leg turned out way better. It is softer and feels real nice.

So, ladies if you’re like me, living in the city and all your money is sucked away by trivial things such as rent, transportation, and food, make the switch to conditioner, and have a few extra bucks in your pocket.

 

Ma-yes-o or Ma-no-lo?

I finally made it out to see the Sex and the City movie. I really liked it. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. Nothing more, nothing less.

Before I go any further, I want to express just how special this television show was to me. Every Sunday my mother and I would watch Sex and the City together. The show was on for a long time, which meant a lot of Sundays chillin’ with my mom. The last Sunday before I went away for college, I surprised her with a cake that I specially designed to have pink icing and candy shoes. It had “Happy Sunday” written on it, and a long time passed before I adjusted to Sundays without my momma and my Sunday night blues were no longer.

My biggest fear was that SATC was going to be a hyper-glamorized, hyper-commodified, hyper-girly version of the show… and it was… but only a little bit. Any doubts or beef you have with this movie can be settled with one word: pookeepsie. Period.

The wardrobe, as always was brill-town, and I want to own every single thing that Carrie wore. All the women looked fantastic. The story lines were great. As I type, I keep remembering more and more things that I loved about SATC.

You could definitely tell that there were TV writers spear-heading the screenplay. It was chock full of parallel story lines that intertwined and were tied up neatly at the end. Each of the women’s arcs fit nicely with the others, and the weight of each conflict was perfectly dispersed.

I’m aware that there is a sort of stigma attached to being a fan of Sex and the City, however if you have any respect for the art of writing and producing, you should use SATC as a tutorial in how to do a good job. It’d be really easy to be embarrassed about loving a show focusing on single women’s search for love in the big city. I even wrote about it here. Judgments aside, this move is worth your while. I am so happy that I finally got to go see it, and can’t wait to watch it with my mom one day, hopefully on a Sunday in the near future.

 

Props

This post is dedicated to the business lady rocking out to Mariah’s “Dreamlover” in the elevator this morning. I want to be you someday.

 

In Food News…

Wendy’s has come out with The Frosty Shake, and I can NOT wait to try it. This is almost as exciting as when they came out with their coke floats last year. I made Cheek come with me to get one then, and I definitely will be doing the same this time around. Described as a drinkable frosty with whipped cream and a cherry and clocking in at 11 grams of fat and almost 400 calories, I’ll only feel a little guilty while drinking it. So, world, you heard it here first. Now drink up.

 

First-ish Day

I live in Harlem now like…

I already made new friends…

And it makes me smile…

 

What are you gonna do now?

There is nothing more depressing than seeing all your earthly possessions packed up and placed in a corner. Tomorrow is the big day. The day I move out of the slow lane and back into the big city. I am going to miss everything about my life with Rose, but am excited for what’s to come.

 

A Thousand Words

Frank is really cool.

The best idea I’ve ever had.

I have a show here Monday June 9th at 6:30pm. You should come.