what just happened?

 rue came out and i was excited and then i looked at it and then i think i blacked out and then i am sure i hit my head on something hard and then i had a seizure and then i caught the snitch.  and i looked in the mirror and i had a tribal tattoo on my face. 

and then i started crying.

i do not understand this at all...

1. this isn't serious. is it?

2.  what are we looking at here?

does anyone have anything to say cuz i am really scratching my head here.

i don't even think i can think of anything funny to say..

other than..

2 turds walk into an apartment and design the shit into it.

no?

anyone?

but the whooooole issue was the weirdness..

i don't understand any of it really...

dorm curtains?

i mean is that the prettiest angle in the room?

the light fixture looks like a car part.

and this...

it's just the weirdest angle ever!!!

this whole issue was full of odd choices and photo angles.

this can't be the prettiest part of this room.

it just seems like someone is smoking weed and then editing this magazine.

i vaguely understood this..

but only marginally.

you?

images via ruemag 

not ok plus dancing.

sorry for the lack of post today.

i have been addressing emails and work related things mostly.

but really i have been twittering, doing yoga and eating ham.

no...there was work too.  really.

but mostly i have been avoiding life bc of this:

this is not ok.

not for georgia.

not ever.

but i promised a recap of the rue party.

i did NOT go to LAVISH.

repeat..

NOT. AT. LAVISH.

RUE WAS A FREE GIG.

so i went.

bc i am whore for cake and vodka.

it was decorated inside the party:

the picture doesn't do it justice.

the picture that i stole from this blogger:

5th joy.

it was really pretty.

the night started off innocently enough.

dinner at the W with erica of design blahg, nicole of sketch 42, brian patrick flynn of decor demon, his man meat hollis, niki papadopoulous of yummy scrumptious and my best gal molly (aka mollsballs).

we ate mediocre food and talked about everything from rue magazine to botox to christmas trees.

after dinner we hightailed it to the rue party where i proceeded to pound vodka and cake on a stick.

i spoke with shameeka and we are lovers again.

i met anne sage, and all the rue ladies..ok...some of the rue ladies. 

i am pretty sure a few of them thought i was straight up on crack.

and/or weird times 4 billion.

the proof is in the delicious pudding: 

 notice how i had to rest on the wall.

this was due to the ridiculously awesome songs the dj was smearing in my face.

i needed a minute.

if you are getting married spend every last dime on these guys.

and then invite me to your wedding so i can make love to the dance floor.

 

video footage courtesy of the fabulous and gorgeous nicole.

rue-de-lee-doo-doo

has everyone seen the new lonny rue?

did you give it one of these?

maybe one of these:

here's my 4.3 cents...

after the last 2 mfamb posts it has been virtually impossible for me to look at interiors and not spot trend offenders before noticing anything else.

you?

100% of them were present.

so i guess i am fucked.

i might as well start blogging about goats.

there was a lot of pretty in there, sure.

but nothing exciting.

this month's elle decor on the other hand blew my balls off.

perhaps the most disturbing thing about this first issue of rue was this haircut-sweater-kimono-feet quartet:

how do you all feel about the lonny format similarities?

is this ok with you?

it's ok with me, so ya know.

anything else you care to share?

how's your weekend going so far?

poop.