Emmys 2012: Best Dressed?

STELLA!  Stella McCartney, Beatle-kund, can you be any cooler. 
Patricia Wettig, I mean Edie Falco,  you look wundabar in this.

Juliane Moore. You've sort of turned into a parody of yourself, but you do know how to clean up. Modesty suits you. Yellow for gingers!

Hey brunette girl! I have no idea who you are because the only TV shows I watch are Breaking Bad and thirtysomething, but your dress is a perfect amount of couture and I like it mucho mucho.

And let's not forget about the behind-the-scenes people here! The little people, who yes, are bigger than the big people, but you get the idea.

And here we have the uber-talented re-recording mixer Stan Freckets. You can't go wrong with a classic, my friend. A slimming black. A bold declarative statement.  Yes, you are a Jedi Master in this lovely ensemble. And then he went one step further towards fashion town with his pink hospital bracelet. Stan - your kidney stones didn't get the better of you. And fashion didn't either. Congrats.

Dave Smoot is killing it in this 1998 Old Navy striped polo. The heather-gray. The blue WWJD bracelet. And what a wonderful accessory in that  Eastpack backpack. He really nails the junior-high band teacher look. Definitely the best-dressed production-sound mixer the Emmys have ever seen. And he is really giving Louie CK a run for his money.

Foley artist Frank Hotdog stuns (STUNS!) in this black beanie and hockey-jersey combo. He gives new definition to casual cool. Frank - this is your night. This might may even surpass the night Queen Latifah mistook you for Dave Coulier and posed with you in front of the Kodak Theatre.

So, which of these fashionistas dazzled you the most?

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Ramada Rebrand - Jingle Ideas

Since my baby left me
I've found a new place to dwell
It's down at the end of lonely street
at Ramada Inn and Suites!

Welcome to the Hotel Ramada
Such a lovely place
(such a lovely place)
Such a lovely continental breakfast
(such a lovely continental breakfast)
Living it up at the Hotel Ramada!

If you like Hotel Ramadas
And gettin' in from the rain
If you like little bars of handsoap
And pastel landscapes of Spain
If you like makin' love at midnight
On 150-thread count sheets
Than Hotel Ramada is the one for you
Our senior discount can't be beat!
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High School Revisited: THE REUNION

You know what, it's been fun recapping DUH, CLEARLY, THE BEST YEARS OF  MY LIFE.

And I guess I have Dawson's Creek to thank for that in a roundabout sort of way.

But it turns out, the show is just not very good in light of other teen dramas (My So-Called Life, for instance). In fact, Dawson's Creek is pretty bad. I made it into episode 3 of Season 5 and I decided I wasn't even interested in seeing it into its final two seasons. Mostly because Joey Potter became completely intolerable. I sort of saw that coming.

Pacey gets more likeable.
Dawson is redeemed from a pre-collegiate life of whininess.
But that Joey. Still sullen and baby-voiced and just not so fun as a character. (This is still really fun to watch, though.)
Also, Mitch dies in an ice cream accident!!!

So, about that 10-year high school reunion.

I seriously debated flying back for the festivities. Like, looked up plane tickets and such. One of my BFFs is arranging the reunion, and would give me updates on people who had committed to attend. (Blair? I'd love to see her!)

Because I'm not on Facebook, I don't see updates from people in my Kansas past. Mostly I'm okay with that. But in light of the approaching events,  I looked a few people up.

Like the girl who I always played second violin to. Don't worry, she's a professional violinist now. I will literally always be second fiddle. I'm very okay with that though.

And the artsy girl who always made awesome comments in class and was cool without really trying. Cool concept jewelry!

What can I say, I guess I've always been interested in ambitious workaholic types.

But who knows who all these other awkward, Abercrombie-clad teenagers turned out to be!  That's really what's most appealing to me about a reunion. To see the ways people have changed and grown into themselves and are more comfortable in their skin. To see the ways in which they'd surprise me, and maybe had surprised themselves. (The homecoming queen is pursuing a doctorate in Homiletics and Liturgics? Surprising. Surprising and awesome.)

I want to get a look at all these people's presents, and futures. I want to see the cool things they're doing with their lives. That's a pretty persuasive argument for going.

That, and I got a smokin-hot post-partum bod to show off. Heh. Heh.

But just as I was nearing ticket-purchase, my present and future caught up with me. I was invited to speak at a conference in New York on faith and creativity. I guess I'm doing cool things also.

And although I am so excited to take my 5-month old son to see his mother's post-collegiate home, I will admit, I'm a little sad I won't be able to make it to my first home to see the people who are way cooler than Dawson and crew.

C'est la vie. I guess it's time to relive another time in my life via Netflix.

I hear She-Ra is on Instant Play.

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High School Revisited: A Letter From the Future

Dear 18-year old Adrienne,

First of all, congratulations are in order. You are still alive.You didn't succumb to leprosy or horrid death. The apocalypse has not yet come, though technically 4 months of the year 2012 remain so now is not the time to count your eggs. Possible Mayan Doomsday approacheth.

Additionally, you are not incarcerated.

For these reasons and more I applaud your transition in becoming A Successful Adult.

18-year-old Adrienne, I know you're on the path towards becoming a journalist. Might want to steer clear of that one. It's a long and winding road.

Turns out you still don't need to use math very much, so good job on taking the easy way out and stopping after Algebra 1. Don't be ashamed when you go to dinner parties and people make offhand references to theorems and other junk. You don't need to know that! And yes, you will go to parties where people will be talking about sine and cosine and other weird computerspeak.

On that note, you may have put 2 and 2 together (because that's math you CAN do) and figured out that you'll have friends who are much smarter than you. Learn to deal with this. You still do a mean mingle.

You will not be the valedictorian in high school. Or in college.

You are still blogging after 10 years. I hate to be the one to tell you, but you are no longer on Xanga. You are also no longer on MySpace. Of course, at 18 you don't know what MySpace is, but you're none the worse for this.

I know right now you think being grounded is the worst possible punishment in the modern world, but listen, get over it. Turns out you're going to be a bigtime homebody anyway. Embrace your introvert now.

Think really hard about this question - do you really want to spend $55 to see the Beastie Boys in concert? Wouldn't you rather save that money so in 4 years you could see Elton John, or even Paul McCartney?

Also, the time will come when you have the chance to attend a Elliott Smith show at the University of Utah.  You'll probably talk yourself out of it and do homework that's due the next day. Maybe rethink this - I hope I'm not giving anything away, but it could be his last show.

On that note, why not slow down buying compact discs. You never know.

Some financial advice now. You and a friend create a website your freshman year of college called ChipmanChicks.com (named after your dorm). You create profiles of girls in your hall, complete with posed pictures of each girl, detailing their interests, dating status, etc. You might seriously want to consider expanding this venture. Like, now.

You may not believe this, but you like Utah. A lot. You even bought a home there.

You may not believe this, but you married a Mormon boy.

You may not believe this, but turns out Dawson's Creek is sort of awful. Really, don't kid yourself.

Of the 101 Things to Do By Age 30 list, you have completed the following:

3. Be a creative director.
11. Become a mother.
19. Learn how to cook Thai.
42. Become well versed in cheese.
44. Go on a cheese tour.
48. Learn how to confront people.
74. Get a video game system that I can play Mario Kart on.
89. Hand make at least half of my Christmas presents.

Yet, you still have some nipping at your heels:

8. Go to Tokyo.
40. Take a puppetry class.
49. Do my genealogy.
66. Ride in a hot air balloon.
83. Meet Werner Herzog and give him a high-five.
90. Wear a jumpsuit well.
100. Play Balderdash with Paula Poundstone.

But you are well on your way to achieving perhaps the most important:

101. Be someone my 5 year-old self and 90-year old self would be proud of

Rock on, 18 year-old Adrienne. You do okay, kid.

Your Future Self

Also, turtlenecks. Probably not the best look for you. 

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High School Revisited: The Ugly Club

Waaay before there were Pacey, Joey, Jack, Andy, Jen and Dawson, there were the Uglies.

My friend Corinne and I invented The Ugly Club during some boring class in 7th grade. We made membership cards emblazoned with "UGLY." Members 000000000001 and 000000000002. For some reason, our young self-deprecation stuck. Though we weren't after exclusivity, we gradually added 3 more members, and that seemed to round things out. The Ugly Club was born.

These girls made high school life not only tolerable, but remarkable. And now, even after high school has long ended, and we moved to NYC, Nashville, Chicago, Kansas City and Provo, I still need them. They were smart and weird girls then and now they're the ambitious, talented, and hilarious women who still love dance parties, karaoke, snob food, book clubs, and very very inappropriate jokes. The TV dramedy I will someday write will be about them.

We did it, you guys. We lasted longer than the Spice Girls.

Here's to being Ugly.





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