
Dallas, TX: W is for the hotel I am currently sitting in. I love Ws because you can be guaranteed of a few specialties no matter which one you go to. Travel sized Bliss Fabulous Foaming Face Wash, big fluffy beds with crisp white bed sheets, ultra chilled ambient lobby music and overpriced room service menus. Ok, I guess that's at every hotel.
But as I sit on top of my comfy home for the night, not wanting to mess up the perfectly folded sheets just yet, I sift through my
reader and find a few other Ws I'm enjoying and want to share.

W is for Wedding Blogs. Don't get too excited - it's not MY wedding I'm talking about, it's the research I've been doing for my
favorite non-profit in order to help them drum up some new business. It makes me laugh because somehow I - the ultimate single gal - is now considered a "wedding professional" in certain circles. In any event, one of my favorite parts about discovering this whole world is reading wedding blogs. One of my favorites is by an already-married blogger named Louise. Or, as she's known in blog-land, The Thirty Something Bride. Her latest blog,
The Gimp, is just great. It talks a bit about wedding stuff, but overall it's about letting go of control. And not running away from things. And not being able to successfully shave her right armpit. You just gotta read to get it.

W is for
This Woman's Work. Such a beautiful song. I vaguely remember a tear dropping out of Kevin Bacon's eye while it played in
"She's Having A Baby." Of course, I hadn't thought about it in years until I recently listened to it again via Seamstress For The Band, a blog I stumbled upon only God knows how. The Seamstresses combine poetry with music, each posting containing an MP3 (which they suggest you purchase if you like) that plays like background music for their musings. I truly felt the ache as I read
their latest. Like most songs, you know that story wasn't written
exactly for you and isn't told as specifically as the your life plays out, but the certain lines and emotions wrapped up in just a few words is enough to make you stop and wonder how they knew just how you were feeling.

W is for Wende. Oops. I mean Angie. Wende was my boss at my first internship in LA (at
The Greek) and I'm pretty sure either came up with the nickname snellycat or at least supported it right away as soon as I said it. She's funny and smart and trashy and has now directed all that fabulousness into a blog. But under the name
Angie (Party of One). One of my most
favorite posts (thus far) made me LOL and feel the need to tell the world about her over-the-top thoughts (but says all the things that most of us only THINK):
"I'm spending $50 bucks a month on a gym membership and I'm not working out. I'm also spending $30 bucks a month on birth control and I'm not getting laid. So that's basically $80 bucks a month spent on being lame."
That's just awesome.
W is for waiting for sleep to come (which is just about to happen) so I can say goodnight to this Wednesday and prepare for my next whirlwind event.
Whew.