It ISN’T if you are wearing the deodorant that I just discovered!!
OK – so this isn’t the most glamorous post, but as I have said in the past – when I find something I like, I scream about it from the roof tops. Now, I know you are thinking perhaps I am taking a lead from that ANNOYING girl who puts em up in that incredibly irritating SECRET commercial airing as we speak. Well…I might just be. I have been shoving my pits in poor Phil’s face for days now and sniffing under my arms the way my dog Odie used to do to his…well…you get my drift.
But what is a girl to do when she smells like a walking, talking, breathing tropical drink?? Have people sniff you. They won’t be sorry.
Think beach, coconut suntan lotion, pina colada and a sprinkle of yum…there is a FULL sweat-free party going on under your arms.
RUN and buy it before it is SOLD OUT…SECRET DEODORANT in KUKU COCO BUTTER
So this week I finally got to see my super-chic European friends who are living in Manhattan for the summer. Being a “tour guide” in NYC is stressful…especially for this crowd. Their celeb-thirsty eyes only want to go to potential Brangelina and Gossip Girl starlets spotting ground. I wanted to take them to eat the BEST food NYC has to offer. Since it was only mid-morning, we were only in the market for a snack. I decided to leave a classic NY piece of pizza or hot dog for another time (although Mariella’s Pizza on 8th Ave by Columbus Circle is superb…Oprah’s gal pal Gayle King voted it her fav pizza in NY!) And then it came to me…DESSERT. Having traveled to Europe twice, I can definitely vote the good ol’ USA as having the best desserts. Don’t get me wrong– baklava, and a real Italian cannoli had me from hello from the perfectly tanned, Mediterranean waiter (sorry Tom Cruise), but no one makes a good piece of fudgey, rich piece of cake/brownie/cupcake (take your pick) quite like American bakeries.
And so, we were off to Billy’s Bakery (184 9th Ave).
I was first introduced to this masterpiece-making bake shop a few years ago, volunteering to pick up treats for an in-office birthday party (can we say run-around the town intern?). With only two tables and space for about 7 to wait on line, this place is more than packed every time I go. Loved by all, Katie Holmes even had a photo shoot here for InStyle! My Euro gals couldn’t quite understand my excitement for a simple cupcake, that is, until, they tried it. As the vanilla buttercream frosting melted in their mouths, they began the usual “mmmmmm” sounds in various octaves. Success! After one and a half cupcakes each, we decided it was time to leave before we ordered a whole cake for ourselves. Red velvet anyone? As soon we left, I was just waiting for my skinny-mini Euros to curse themselves for having eaten that many “sweets,” but to my delight, they thought the delectable cupcakes were worth every bite. If Calypso owner Christiane Celle can love them and still look gorgeous, so can we. So for all you Atkins, Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig followers out there, grab a friend and a blindfold and have your friend buy you some scrumptious, creamy – now put on the blindfold and pretend you are noshing on celery. I’ll bet celery never tasted SO GOOD
Check out these delicious delights for yourself:
184 9th Avenue
So I have never really been a “celeb-raholic” – oh sure – I run to my mailbox when I know my issue of US Weekly has arrived. And I get morning emails from People.com every day. But these are more ways to satiate my love of Pop Culture…not because I long to see, touch and stalk celebrities.
John Ritter as Jack Tripper
A bit jaded from being in the “biz” for so long – I am rarely moved by the existence of celebrities in my presence – with the exception of meeting John Ritter before his untimely (and just SAD!) death at the Emmy Awards in 2002. That had my knees knocking for weeks (comon’ – didn’t everyone have a crush on Jack Tripper?!?)
But as I sat in Montauk over July 4th weekend with my man, eating way too much food at the Gig Shack (yes, you all know by now I am obsessed with the place – which BTW introduced a kick ass Carrot Cake this season) – in walks DAVID SCHWIMMER. I am a Friend’s LOVER – have been since the first episode, so it was a total treat to see him in the flesh. However, who walked in NEXT threw me over the celeb-reality cliff!
Bethenny Frankel - Real Housewives of NYC
BETHENNY FRANKEL (from the Real Housewives of NYC) strolls in as fabulous as can be with her boyfriend. Though perhaps I should be a bit ashamed that reality TV entertains me as much as it does, I’M JUST NOT – at least not in this instance. Common’ – those are ladies that live in MY CITY – which makes it MY REALITY. Bethenny was the sole reason I watched the entire season -religiously . In a nutshell – she made me PEE. She should quit nutrition and hop on the SNL train. Her dry humor and incessant mockery of the other cast members had me rolling time and time again. Getting to see her cute self (in ADORABLE Lilly Pulitzer capri pants no less – a Christabelle’s Closet staple!) was awesome…and I got to tell my Real Housewives obsessed friend Shane that I had a close encounter of the Frankel kind at the Gig Shack- while she was munching baguettes in France. She cursed a lot – I think she has been in Paris too long. I should have passed her my card, in hopes she would consign her designer wardrobe with us…but alas…stalking is just NOT my thing (thank goodness – right????).
And then – in walks Matt Dillon…is it weird that I was more excited to see Bethany in the flesh? One to ponder. I nudged Phil (my honey) to give him the celebrity alert and in true form – he didn’t recognize any of them. He can spot the make, model and year of a guitar from clear across a room and recite lyrics to Zappa music in his sleep. Celebs – not so much. I think I will torture him with an E! marathon this weekend to prep him for our next adventure out east…