WHOAHHHHOOOHHHH. 

pardon my last post!  i was going through a mini-mid-life-crisis-meltdown!  keke.

i'm back.  and better than ever!  so what will be my topic of discussion today?

HAWAII EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

i'm going to hawaii for my first time next month with Danny and i'm SO excited.  please excuse my swimming in gleefulness.  we went to Jamaica last year

and that was amazing, but something tells me hawaii will be even MORE wonderful!  *jumping up and down squealing*  anyways, i will stop boasting like one of those annoying ppl who brags and brags and has no idea that they are bragging and everyone around them is rolling their eyes at them.....

but....

i wonder if everyone is lucky as me to have someone to always know what to do or say to cheer them up and make them feel happy again....  and special. 

and speaking of special, this year for my bday, my wonderful and beautiful friends

ganged up and got me this!!!!

 it's the montorgueil gm and it's huge and perfect and it's the best gift ever and i love it i love it i LOVE IT.  i am so grateful and so blessed.  thank you to jihye, karleen, jeanelle unnie, bunnie, suzanne, soyoung, my sister and challs.

and of course, thanks to danny for being so good.  and seriously, for spoiling me rotten -- despite everything!! (i am a lot to handle, i know.) :) 

*oh no, i'm turning SO RED*

I have a ritualistic morning system.  My alarm goes off at 7:30am to the tune of...i dunno it's the most annoying tune ever and it's so foul it even wakes up my dogs.  Then i hop out of bed and brush my teef, dab on some Hope in a Jar, get dressed in layers of everything, make some coffee, and I'm out the door by 8:10am.  Around 8:40am, I arrive at the Starbucks on the corner of Mansell and Alpharetta Hwy...aka my mecca.  There is a fat, white chick that makes the most perfect latte.  Seriously, she transforms the barista job into an art. *sigh* After that, i shimmy over to the bank by 9:00am, make a couple of deposits, withdraw some cheese and I'm off to the store by 9:15am.  That gives me plenty of time to do some calculations before flipping the sign to "OPEN".

Starbucks is the most interesting place in the morning.  The one I frequent is always packed with business people:  old, young, veterans, and newbs.  I love eavesdropping on bits and pieces of their conversations and then I make inferences on what they do, what they're like, if they have kids, etc. etc. and i have a discussion with myself.  Today, my eye lingered on a distinguished-looking man probably in his late-40s:  well-dressed, tall, rough-around-the-edges, and very aesthetically pleasing in general.  He was in line in front of me and I was totally checking him out.  I thought to myself, wow i have no shame...i'm ogling him with my mouth practically hanging open...*looks down at shoes*...ooh, and even his shoes are perfect...*line of vision slowly moving up*...his slacks are the perfect length, barely grazing the ground when he takes a step forward...anDEN i gasped.  There it was, glaring at me.  My perfect ajushi had missed a belt loop in the back.  Boo.  For the next 5 min I debated whether or not I should tap him on the shoulder and tell him.  Would he be appreciative?  Or would I have embarrassed him?  Would i have come off as semi-pervy due to the back belt loop being in such close proximity to his butt-TOX?  i do not know. 

in the end i never told him because i figured it's not my place.  as much as i could complete him, it wouldn't be my place...unless he turned around and said, "hey! how are you? do you see any flaws in the way i slipped on my belt this morning?"  so then he got his drink and i got my drink and we parted ways and off went the missed-belt-buckle perfect man.  i will never see him again and he will never know how his pants could have been a little bit better held up. 

and then i couldn't help but muse--my guy would be perfectly-coiffed, perfectly put-together, and would never miss a belt loop.     

jamie hince and the great kate

An Eastside Story

This past weekend we left the Peach to nibble the Apple, wash it down with patron, and dab our glossy lips with napkin-like minidresses.  like the ladytramps we iz.  but u probubbly already knew.

How is it that every single time that I jet to nyc my flight gets delayed or I miss it completely?  I'm jinxed.  Also, i never have enough shopping time.  Time is always against me in that city.  There are a zillion different things I plan to do or see... or people to do or see (J/k!) -- ppl to meet and greet or foxy men to wine and dine--not that the guys we caroused with aren't foxy, cuz TRUST-- they are! ....

But despite the time factor, the one thing we never, ever, EVER fail to accomplish is...

*drumroll*

...boozin&schmoozin. 

and partying like a factory superstar.

The Story

Once upon a time in a kingdom called Suburbia, there was a Princess Killa named Peas.  Many called her "evil" "crazy" and "homewrecker" but in truth she was a bubbly wunderkind that lived for lattes, tuna, smokes, dancing, glitter, flowers, princess killing, channeling Edie, and making happytimes.  She loved the nittygritty rawness of reality but would spend her hours daydreaming of being 'anywhere but here.'  Little did she know that an adventure was soon to commence.

************

Okay i can't write in third person no mo...it would take waaaaaaay to long.

We slept for about 2 hours, jumped on a jet, and cabbed it to the funky digs of treesa unnie and lexi pak who are at Park Slope.  it's a very happening hipsterhood and u would like it if you listen to Les Savy Fav or Ladyhawk.  As soon as we unpacked our dufflebags full of shiny clubbingwear, we slept for 4 hours getting up only to pee and pop haribos in our mouth.  NYC groceries carry all the haribos that you have to order online!  These are not any ordinary haribos, my minions!!  They are the most mouth-watering, delicious pieces of heaven that i've ever had.  EVER.  Next time you're at your local grocery/drug store...look for them:  Haribo Pasta Gummies.

  

We met Treesunnie's new roommate, Natalia.  omg we LOVE her.  She's Russian and she calls Treesunnie:  "Tah-RAY-ssa."  She has a special language she talks to Lexy in.  She's hella sexy too but more importantly...she can hang.  As we were getting ready, she was webcam chatting away with this hot man in Europe and we all took turns saying hello. (so. sex.) 

After Bunnie's flight finally arrived, we glammed up/trashed down and around 11:30 we cabbed it to BriteBar and met our fantastically fun-lovin friends

and the rest, as they say, is Disastory.

went to Marquee, drank like pisces.

all the cash is missing and now we po. stupid yellow clutch.

"i havent eaten in 3 days....
I'm so hungry"  -bunnie

Donald's scarf

say hello to Joni!

Jason arrives at Marquee....thank God i had reception!  us Bak shi's must stick together.

after Marquee, went to Kunjip for soju and David showed up! then off to noraebang (drank a bottle of Black)

      

waiting in a hotel lobby for a black lexus...props to joni and seung kim for staying till the veeeeeeeerrrrry end even though the sun came up and it's very depressing when that happens.

got home really really late (which means morning in Peas lingo)

crashed and woke up in our dresses at 3:30 PM in all our cigsmelling, liquorsoaked glory with battle wounds and wicked hangovers.  crawled to Press 195, my favorite restaurant in Park Slope.

  

went to Beacon's Closet.  dug around and found pink Jill Stuart pumps and purple vintage dress.

it's already around 6PM.  Oh MY GOSH.  where did the day go?  it's pitch black!

treesunnie cooked noodles and bunnie and ketchup gobbled it like monsterettes.

  

went to Maru to pregame.  grey goose.  we saw the always adorable Sumichunk recovering from her night-before company xmas shindig with more booze at Maru.  she knows how to do the damn thang! (cuz she's from Atlanta).

maritime hotel (base party).  i've come to realize that if i'm standing at the bar trying to do a favor by hailing down the bartender, it ends up biting me in the ass...i get wasted sooooo quick.  SHOT SHOT SHOT! BAM BAM BAM.  i have never seen so many korean guys.  i have never seen so much black clothing.  sosej fest.

Treesaunnie and i LOVE to hug boys.  and we LOVE each other!

and something else i LOVE is harrassing Chomo.  let me give you the play-by-play from a playette's perspective.

Peas:  hey mike what's up?    Chomo:  oh no.....

Peas:  ATTTAAAAACK!  drink this now!  don't be a lil biiiiiiitch! 

 

chomo:  i just drank one!

Peas:  Fine.  whatever. 

  chomo:  ok ok ok .....

Peas:  drink it uppppp! 

chomo:  oh no...i--i--can't open my eyes....

Peas:  weeee'll help you! 

after the club, Kunjip...AGAIN...but this time no soju, just dwenjang jjigeh.

     

We slept until lunch time the next day.

woke up and BUNNIE IS GONE.  no bunnie in sight!

Went to Beacon's closet...AGAIN and found a marc jacobs jacket---BUT it was too big.

Waited for Bunnie to hop over.  a sad goodbye to Treesaunnie & Natalia.

David and Peter gave us a ride to Mike's mtvcrib in Soho. 

Mike's neighbor is Axl Rose.   

we drop off our luggage and shop in Chinatown and Soho.

 

We are harrassed in Chinatown because Bunnie SMILES at everyone.

Stop into Miro Cafe for the world's most delish salads. 

Mike Homo Chomo Cho and Donald TaeJoon Kwon show up @ Miro.

here they are

 

We walk back to Mike's crib and chill.  he has a random ass pig leg chillin on his kitchen counter.

victor you are one WEIRD JJANK.

here is the pig leg.

"when i get back to ATL i'm gonna superpoke the shit out of you"

the driver arrives.  we have to say goodbye.  sadface.

Got to the airport. Exhausted.

Flight got delayed...OF COURSE.

Arrive in Atlanta and we are ZZZZzzzdddd....

THE END.