The Bogus Excuse

So for those of you Pretty Girls that have been following the blog, you probably noticed the post about W was taken down. For certain reasons the tales of my dating escapades with W will have to come out a bit later. However, there is not a shortage of ridiculous tales in my life, especially when it comes to men. The most recent in fact is nothing short of a fairy tale.

About a month or so ago, a fellow PG and I were at the Ritz bar. (It's our version of the Cheer's bar). Now, the bar is a great place to people watch and you are almost guaranteed a hilarious story every time you leave there. Well, this one particular time was a little out of the ordinary in that it was completely ordinary.
My PG and I were sitting at the outside bar, when two gentlemen approached us. Normally, I get the ridiculous pick-up lines that you think only occur in terrible sitcoms not in actual life. For once, a man was smart enough to simply introduce himself in a respectable manner (handshake and name...I know I ask a lot from a guy). His name was Eric and his friend was James.

Eric recently moved to my city and had just bought an apartment at the Ritz. We discussed everything from wine to sports. While James and my friend REALLY hit it off, as in making out by the outdoor fire place. I, however, was politely keeping my distance and a friendly conversation but had no intention of anything happening with Eric since I was still with W. We had a great conversation and without realizing it had shut down the bar. We exchanged contact information on the basis of him being new to town and me knowing the  city very well. I pulled my friend off of James' lips and we all said our goodbyes.

The next morning, I received a text from Eric. It said that he really enjoyed meeting me and when he gets back from his business trip he would love to go out to dinner with me. Being a good girlfriend, I did not respond.

Weeks passed and things with W dissolved (as I am sure you have figured out by this point). One day I was going through my iPhone and deleting old text message conversations. I am one of those people that will have old messages from years ago, so I randomly decided to clean those out. I saw the text from Eric and figured 'Hey, why not come up with some bogus excuse as to why I didn't respond and see if he is still interested in taking me out'.

Bogus excuse text message: "Hey Eric. I'm so sorry for the late response. I didn't realize my text back didn't send. I hope you had a great time in SF! If you are still interested, I would love to have dinner with you."

Response: "Hi. I'll be back in blank city next week, let's absolutely have dinner. I'll call you when I'm back."

A week later my phone rang....

Puttin' on a show

Once the summer heat invaded my hometown last year, my best friend and I escaped to the Hamptons to relax. By relax I mean an endless amount of cocktails on a yacht in my floppy hat. Mimosas in the morning and champagne in the evening. The only downside was the lack of cell reception so I couldn’t check in to the “Atlantic Ocean” on Facebook.

My morning ritual while getting ready is pretty consistent, I always have music on. Jamming out to Britney in the a. m. usually starts off a great day. The longest part of getting ready is always choosing an outfit. I change my mind 5 or 6 times.

One morning, it was one of those mornings I felt as if I had nothing to wear. Even though the cabin's closet was flooding with clothes, nothing appealed to me.

I hate that feeling. Life would be so much easier if I knew exactly what I wanted to wear the moment I opened my closet door.

As I indecisively stood there in my underwear, “Hold It Against Me” started playing on my Ipod. So, of course, I started singing and dancing along. It’s pretty much a natural reaction if a Britney song comes on.

Little did I know I was putting on a live show for the yacht docked next to us. My friend walks back in and nonchalantly mentions, “ you know the guys next door are watching you”.

"umm...NOOO!!"

It felt like one of those slow motion scenes you would see on TV. I turn to see a decent looking group of guys standing on the deck. My first thought was, 'Thank god I’m at least wearing a cute bra and underwear!' My friend laughs at me and says, "I think now is a good time for a mimosa"

I found out later, the neighbors who watched my Britney performance were not just “guys” but in fact were a couple famous gofers.

I was embarrassed for about 2.5 seconds but got over it quickly or quickly drank the champagne to forget!

The history of my #

When I first started “Pretty Girl Problems”, I had no intension of actually tweeting. I didn’t have an “Elle Woods” epiphany one morning were I suddenly realized Twitter was my calling and nothing could stop me from achieving my dream. It actually started off as a joke between my best friend and myself, along with numerous cocktails.

Bonding and laughing over many pitchers of sangria, it dawned on us that we never ordered sangria. They were being sent to us by the manager. I definitely remember ordering a glass of water. Turns out the waiter changed my glass of water into endless pitchers of sangria. I liked his style. He also decided we were not allowed to leave until we all did a round of shots together. Sounded reasonable to me.

Really, I owe him a big thanks. Without his plot to liquor us up, PGP would never have come to fruition.

It soon became time to close our tab and move on to another bar. He mumbled something along the lines of our bill had either “disappeared” or “been taken care of”

Thus began the on going joke of our “problems”

So they may not be your typical every day problems, actually they are not even real problems at all. If the price of being pretty is cocktails on the house, who wouldn’t want that problem?

I lost count of how many pitchers, shots, drinks, ect  that had been placed in front of me, and decided to drunkenly document the beginning of the epic night via Twitter. Not my personal Twitter account, a twitter account I made on a whim expressing all “pretty girl problems” I was having. Turns out I do some of my best thinking while sipping on a free cocktail or five. 

Life is full of PGPs

Dear PGs,

So it is officially my first blog since starting PrettyGrlProb less than a year ago. I pretty much decided to do a blog about life as a PG and all the adventures that comes along with it.

My life has been, as they say "blessed". That isn't to say I haven't been through a fair number of emotional trials but compared to many I am a very lucky girl. I live in a beautiful apartment in the middle of a fabulous city, have great friends, and a fun career. All of these give me plenty to blog about.

My City: No details per say, because as you know #PGP is completely anonymous. I will tell you this it's full of fun bars, great restaurants, handsome men, and beautiful woman...oh and did I mention plenty of fantastic shopping?

My Friends: Well they are my PGs. Young, gorgeous, brilliant, and have expensive taste in shoes. Nights out with them always come with epic tales of terrible pick-up lines, extravagant dates, lost filters, and plenty of champagne.

My Career: As you might have seen on Twitter, I am working on a book. In addition to that I do the event planning and marketing for some restaurants/bars in my city! Pretty much I get paid to play. It's a lot of work during the day but it's totally worth it!

There's always some drama going on in life. So my theory is instead of stressing about all the drama just blow them off as pretty girl problems and enjoy the champagne!