Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Styling with the Stars

If you're half as addicted to gossip magazines and fashion as I am, you are probably envious of all of the killer clothes celebrities get to wear on a daily basis. Even if you're not addicted, you've got to admit, most of them have style. I flip through my US Weekly, OK!, InStyle, InTouch magazines and admire all of the outfits I'd kill to have. Most of the time I have no idea where I could buy such an outfit even if I wanted to (and could afford it!). But no longer! Thanks to Famous Fashions, you can now track down the latest in celeb wear all in one location!

You know that Black Halo dress that every celeb and their mother seems to have (like Katherine Heigl, Fergie, Kim Kardashian and Kelly Ripa just to name a few)?
























Well you can get it at Famous Fashions. They have a great sale section. One thing I really love about this site is that it doesn't just show you the dress. Often times it will show you the item actually on the celeb so you know for sure you've found the item you saw on TV or in a magazine.

The Hip Chick is another celeb fashion friendly website as well. They have a wide variety of apparel and accessories from all the latest designers.

Shop On, Sisters!
*~*Anastasia X *~*

Images from Famous Fashions and The Hip Chick

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced

It was the night before my graduation. I would be receiving a doctorate the following day and damn it, was I psyched! I went out for one last night of debauchery with my friends before I left the town and people I had grown to love over the previous three years. I had been “dating” a guy named Forrest* for a few months (if by dating it means going out, getting drunk and sleeping together). I had decided that I was going to finally ask him where “we” were going, if anywhere, since I was moving 5 hours away.

I went out with my girlfriends to a dive bar and we proceeded to hit it hard and heavy. I had to get enough liquid encouragement to have “the talk” with Forrest. He was at someone else’s grad party and had planned to meet me later in the night. I had a long island to start off, followed by some shots. And some more shots. And yet more shots. Forrest showed up at some point and we drank more shots. I could barely comprehend my name, much less where we might or might not be going in our relationship so I thought we should just go back to his place and have sex one last time. He was plastered, but luckily his apartment was really close, so the drunken driving was kept to a minimum. (I do no advocate drinking and driving, however people have questionable judgment under the influence and it sometimes happens).

What happens after we arrived at his place is a mystery, to us both. My graduation ceremony was to take place at noon. I woke up at 9am completely naked with a hangover from hell. I quickly dressed and poked Forrest to get out of bed to take me back to my car. He was naked as well, and was still wearing a condom. We conclude that we both passed out before we had our final hoorah. I had to throw up before leaving his apartment. He drove me back to the bar, probably still drunk, and we awkwardly hugged.

Before I could even begin the drive back to my home, I had to pull behind a Value City Furniture store to throw up. I knew this was going to be a BAD day. If it were up to me, I would have totally skipped my graduation. I seriously felt like death. Never in my life had I felt so hungover and sick. I managed to make it back home. My family was staying in a nearby hotel and was coming to pick me up around 11am. I went to bed and didn’t wake up until my phone went off, asking if I was almost ready. Fuck. I jumped into the shower and spent the entire time on my hands and knees heaving my guts out as the shower streamed down onto my body.

I somehow managed to get dressed but couldn’t even function enough to put any make up on. I seriously looked like death warmed over. My stomach was in knots and the nausea was terrible. We arrived at the graduation, I donned my tacky gown. Everyone I passed asked if I was alright. I knew I looked but didn’t think I was THAT bad. Apparently I was. My grandma told me I still reeked of alcohol. ‘

Being blessed with a last name at the beginning of the alphabet was also my curse on this day. I had to lead my fellow graduates into the auditorium and would be the first to have my degree conferred. It was hot inside and this did not help my situation. I was squeezed in between a hefty professor and another student. I’m agnostic, but I prayed to whatever was up there that I could make it through that ceremony without heaving all over the place.

They called my name and I went onto the stage. I felt that gurgle in my stomach. I could taste the bile rising in my throat. I ducked to allow them to adorn me with my doctorate sash. Just keep breathing, I told myself. I made it off the stage with throwing up onto the Dean. Anastasia -1, Hangover-0.

Somehow I managed to get through the rest of the long ceremony. All I wanted to do was to crawl into bed and sleep for the next 24 hours. But this was not in the cards. I was also scheduled to finish packing up my house and to move 5 hours away. My mom decided I needed further punishment than my obvious hangover misery so she forced me to load my shit into the moving truck and to drive back home just after the ceremony. No time for a nap. No time to just catch my breath. I was still sick when I arrived back home that evening.

Between my camera and talking with friends, I managed to piece together the night. I had one long island and 17 shots. My bar tab was almost $150. I apparently bared my breasts so the doorman would let me borrow his sombrero for an early Cinco De Mayo picture. I never had “the talk” with Forrest.. We never had one last romp (not that either of us would have remembered, but hey! We at least remembered a condom!). I can no longer drink long islands and pretty much want to projectile vomit any time I take a shot of any kind. I am forever scarred.

*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

XOXO,

*~*Anatastia X*~*

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

It's Ladies Night, and I Feel Alright?


I had a bad weekend. I went out drinking Saturday night with a friend to celebrate my new job. I was very excited to take advantage of ladies night, where ladies drink free until 2am. I had on my new F21 dress and some gladiator heels, ready to take on the night. We got started around 9:30pm. I typically know my limits and walk a very fine line between fun, happy drunk to scary, messy drunk. Saturday night, I crossed the line. I went from classy to trashy in 4.5 hours and 10 cranberry/vodkas (plus about 5 shots). I was puking on the sidewalk by 2am. I'm pretty sure anyone in the vicinity of me saw my Spanx at some point. I was sick in bed ALL day yesterday and finally came out of my hangover around 8pm.

While SS advocates drinking and having a good time, it's always best to remember to do it very much the opposite of how I did it this weekend. Pace yourself, get giddy drunk. Try to make sure you can at least walk yourself out of the bar with your head held high, not bouncing off the walls with your head slumped to the side.

Anyway, in honor of my many wrongs this weekend, I present to you Modern Drunkard Magazine's "The 86 Rules of Boozing". Let this be your guide.

1. If you owe someone money, always pay them back in a bar. Preferably during happy hour.

2. Always toast before doing a shot.

3. Whoever buys the shot gets the first chance to offer a toast.

4. Change your toast at least once a month.

5. Buying someone a drink is five times better than a handshake.

6. Buying a strange woman a drink is still cool. Buying all her drinks is dumb.

7. Never borrow more than one cigarette from the same person in one night.

8. When the bartender is slammed, resist the powerful urge to order a slightly-dirty, very-dry, in-and-out, super-chilled half-and-half martini with a lemon twist. Limit orders to beer, straight shots and two-part cocktails.

9. Get the bartender's attention with eye contact and a smile.

10. Do not make eye contact with the bartender if you do not want a drink.

11. Unacceptable things to say after doing a shot: Great, now I’m going to get drunk. I hate shots. It’s coming back up.

12. Never, ever tell a bartender he made your drink too strong.

13. If he makes it too weak, order a double next time. He'll get the message.

14. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she refuses, she does not like you.

15. If you offer to buy a woman a drink and she accepts, she still might not like you.

16. If she buys you a drink, she likes you.

17. If someone offers to buy you a drink, do not upgrade your liquor preference.

18. Always have a corkscrew in your house.

19. If you don't have a corkscrew, push the cork down into the bottle with a pen.

20. Drink one girly drink in public and you will forever be known as the guy who drinks girly drinks.

21. Our parents were better drinkers than we are.

22. Never talk to someone in the restroom unless you're doing the same thing—urinating, waiting in line or washing your hands.

23. Girls hang out, apply make-up, and have long talks in the bathroom. Men do not.

24. After your sixth drink, do not look at yourself in the mirror. It will shake your confidence.

25. It is only permissible to shout 'woo-hoo!' if you are doing a shot with four or more people.

26. If there is a d.j., you can request a song only once per night. If he doesn't play it within half an hour, do not approach him again. If he does play it, do not approach him again.

27. Learn how to make a rose out of a bar napkin. You'll be surprised how well it works.

28. If you can't afford to tip, you can't afford to drink in a bar. Go to the liquor store.

29. If you owe someone twenty dollars or less, you may pay them back in beer.

30. Never complain about the quality or brand of a free drink.

31. If you have been roommates with someone more than six months, you may drink all their beer, even if it's hidden, as long as you leave them one.

32. You can have a shot of their hard liquor only if the cap has been cracked and the bottle goes for less than $25.

33. The only thing that tastes better than free liquor is stolen liquor.

34. If you bring Old Milwaukee to a party, you must drink at least two cans before you start drinking the imported beer in the fridge.

35. Learn to appreciate hangovers. If it was all good times every jackass would be doing it.

36. If you ever feel depressed, get out a bartender’s guide and browse through all the drinks you’ve never tried.

37. Try one new drink each week.

38. If you are the bar's sole customer, you are obliged to make small talk with the bartender until he stops acknowledging you. Then you're off the hook. The same goes for him.

39. Never tip with coins that have touched you. If your change is $1.50, you can tellthe barmaid to keep the change, but once she has handed it to you, you cannot give it back. To a bartender or cocktail waitress, small change has no value.

40. If you have ever told a bartender, “Hey, it all spends the same,” then you are a cheap ass.

41. Anyone on stage or behind a bar is fifty percent better looking.

42. You can tell how hard a drinker someone is by how close they keep their drink to their mouth.

43. A bar is a college, not a nursery. If you spill a beer, clean it up. If you break a glass, wait for a staff member to clean it up, then blame it on someone else.

44. Being drunk is feeling sophisticated without being able to say it.

45. It's okay to drink alone.

46. After three drinks, you will forget a woman's name two seconds after she tells you. The rest of the night you will call her “baby” or “darling”.

47. Nothing screams 'nancy boy' louder than swirling an oversized brandy snifter.

48. Men don't drink from straws. Unless you're doing a Mind or Face Eraser.

49. If you do a shot, finish it. If you don't plan to finish it, don't accept it.

50. Never brood in a dance bar. Never dance in a dive bar.

51. Never play more than three songs by the same artist in a row.

52. Your songs will come on as you're leaving the bar.

53. Never yell out jukebox selections to someone you don't know.

54. Never lie in a bar. You may, however, grossly exaggerate and lean.

55. If you think you might be slurring a little, then you are slurring a lot. If you think you are slurring a lot, then you are not speaking English.

56. Screaming, “Someone buy me a drink!” has never worked.

57. For every drink, there is a five percent better chance you will get in a fight. There is also a three percent better chance you will lose the fight.

58. Fighting an extremely drunk person when you are sober is hilarious.

59. If you are broke and a friend is “sporting you”, you must laugh at all his jokes and play wingman when he makes his move.

60. If you are broke and a friend is “making sport of you”, you may steal any drink he leaves unattended.

61. Never rest your head on a table or bar top. It is the equivalent of voluntarily putting your head on a chopping block.

62. If you are trading rounds with a friend and he asks if you're ready for another, always say yes. Once you fall out of sync you will end up buying more drinks than him.

63. If you're going to hit on a member of the bar staff, make sure you tip well before and after, regardless of her response.

64. The people with the most money are rarely the best tippers.

65. Before you die, single-handedly make one decent martini.

66. Asking a bartender what beers are on tap when the handles are right in front of you is the equivalent of saying, “I'm an idiot.”

67. Never ask a bartender “what's good tonight?” They do not fly in the scotch fresh from the coast every morning.

68. If there is a line for drinks, get your goddamn drink and step the hell away from the bar.

69. If there is ever any confusion, the fuller beer is yours.

70. The patrons at your local bar are your extended family, your fathers and mothers, your brothers and sisters. Except you get to sleep with these sisters. And if you're really drunk, the mothers.

71. It's acceptable, traditional in fact, to disappear during a night of hard drinking. You will appear mysterious and your friends will understand. If they even notice.

72. Never argue your tab at the end of the night. Remember, you're hammered and they’re sober. It's akin to a precocious five-year-old arguing the super-string theory with a physicist. 99.9% of the time you're wrong and either way you're going to come off as a jackass.

73. If you bring booze to a party, you must drink it or leave it.

74. If you hesitate more than three seconds after the bartender looks at you, you do not deserve a drink.

75. Beer makes you mellow, champagne makes you silly, wine makes you dramatic, tequila makes you felonious.

76. The greatest thing a drunkard can do is buy a round of drinks for a packed bar.

77. Never preface a conversation with a bartender with “I know this is going to be a hassle, but . . .”

78. When you’re in a bar and drunk, your boss is just another guy begging for a fat lip. Unless he’s buying.

79. If you are 86’d, do not return for at least three months. To come back sooner makes it appear no other bar wants you.

80. Anyone with three or more drinks in his hands has the right of way.

81. If you’re going to drink on the job, drink vodka. It’s the no-tell liquor.

82. There’s nothing wrong with drinking before noon. Especially if you’re supposed to be at work.

83. The bar clock moves twice as fast from midnight to last call.

84. A flask engraved with a personal message is one of the best gifts you can ever give. And make sure there’s something in it.

85. On the intimacy scale, sharing a quiet drink is between a handshake and a kiss.

86. You will forget every one of these rules by your fifth drink.


Until next time, keep your glasses full and your feet on the ground.

*~*Anastasia X*~*

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Dear SS: Shoe Dilemma

We occasionally receive questions from visitors about style issues and are happy to provide answers. If you have a burning style question, shoot us an email: StyleSkanks at gmail dot com.

Dear Style Skanks,

What color shoes should I wear with a navy suit or a taupe suit? I have an interview coming up and only have these two colors in suit choices. I fail miserably when it comes to my feet if I'm not wearing something black, it seems.

Signed,
Soulless in Seattle

Dear Soulless,
Oddly enough, one can (and should) wear black shoes with navy. The reason? Try finding a pair of navy shoes to match your suit. It's nearly impossible. There are too many navy variations (and yet they're hard to find these days). Black will take away the chance of your navys clashing.

If you're wearing hose with your suit, try charcoal with that ensemble.

Black shoes are also best with taupe as well, although the hosiery choice will be tougher depending on the shade of taupe. Nude is probably your best bet.

Happy Interviewing!
Style Skanks

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Shoe Dazzle: Totally Worth It

Reality star Kim Kardashian, of Keeping Up With the Kardashians fame, has launched a website called Shoe Dazzle. This is a genius idea for shoe lovers like me. The program is a Shoe of the Month Club. I like to read but I think getting a pair of shoes in the mail each month is much more exciting than any book from a book club!

At first glance, I thought this site was much like the Bag, Borrow, or Steal site where you pay a fee and essentially "rent" a hot designer bag. I was a little skeeved out at the thought of "renting" used shoes until I read more and discovered I was wrong.

The concept behind Shoe Dazzle is that you take a "style quiz" and let fashion experts match five shoes per month based on your results. You pay $39 if you choose to buy from that month's shoe selections. If you're running short on cash, or simply don't like that month's selections, you can choose to do nothing and won't be charged a dime. The website claims that the site "will provide you with shoes by Michael Antonio and other stylish, high quality shoe designers."

Shipping is via FedEx and is included in your $39 price. If you are unhappy with your choice, you can return or exchange them with very little hassle, always a bonus. This website gives you the opportunity to have your very own personal shopper! How great is that for just $39?

I signed up last week and selected a pair of fabulous gold gladiator sandals called the "Capri". I haven't received them yet but as soon as I do, I'll be posting pictures and a review.

Here's a glimpse of some of the shoes the site has to offer.

*~*Anastasia X*~*


Image from ShoeDazzle.com

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Fucking Fabulous

I totally am. You are. Why not tell the world? Material Bitch has some schweet swag. I love her “in your face” shirts. They’re sassy and totally match the StyleSkanks attitude. Her lineup includes tees with “Fucking Fabulous”, “Fame From Debauchery” (if there is one thing Paris Hilton has taught us, it is that concept), “Narcissistic Sociopath” and “Jealousy is a Dirty Bitch” (and boy, isn’t that the truth?)

*~*Anastasia X*~*

They See me Rollin’, They Hatin’

Thank you Perez Hilton, for bringing this product to our attention! The concept behind Rollasole is nothing short of genius. I cannot even begin to tell you how many nights I’ve hit the town donning a pair of killer stilettos, killer being the operative word. My feet abhor anything remotely fashionable and typically begin their protest early in the evening. This leads to one of two scenarios. (1) I whine and complain so much that I drag my friends home early or (2) I go barefoot. I didn’t want to be a drag, so I usually took the barefoot route. However, I eventually got tired of picking up god knows what diseases from going barefoot in cities across America, so I began to be proactive. I started carrying a larger purse than I’d like just so I could tuck a pair of flats inside for later. Well, if only we had Rollasole here in the US…my nights of carrying a big ass purse that invariably gets in the way of my sweet dance moves would be no more!


When my dogs begin to bark, it would be beyond amazing to be able to hit up a vending machine in my local club to score a pair of flats. There are some nights I’ve been in so much pain, I’d have easily handed over a Benjamin just to get some relief. So just think of the ladies who’d happily hand over $10USD to slip into a pair of cute, comfortable shoes and continue to dance the night away. Bravo, Rollasole! Much like Glen CoCo, you go!

*~*Anastasia X*~*