I like the Bachelorette. So sue me.

Madewell top, gifted jeans, Old Navy sandals, F21 necklace. Did you notice the lady behind me looks pretty fancy herself?

I have for quite some time. It's just. Interesting. Plus, it's the lead-in for the new(ish) "Bachelor Pad," which is a house full of train wreck happening every week.

But seriously, this season the lady bachelor is actually kind of an ok person and not just a terrible fame hog. We know she doesn't need the money from the fake celebrity because she's uber-rich (somehow) already. How do we know this? Because she took one of her first dates to this crazy mansion with a 100-or-so year old pool and a spa and reminisced dreamily, "This is where I got my first makeover" and "I remember swimming in that pool as a kid." You know, the way the rest of us reminisce about adult swim being over at the YMCA and Push-Pops (but the off-brand kind, because they're more practical--more like strain-to-get-any-popsicle pops).

Anyhoo, I'm enjoying it this season, and the hubs and I (yes, he watches it when I have it on because--well--it's on) are predicting that it'll come down to Arie and Sean in the end. Then no one will actually end up married because that's happened a total of--what?--one time on this show?

If you're interested, but not interested enough to actually watch the show, I highly recommend reading this guy's recaps. Seriously hilarious and a pretty good sum-up of the week. Here's this week's recap. Enjoy, my friends!

And don't forget to check out my cheese blog, where I talk about my newfound love for Cambozola. And stay tuned for a recap of a really bizarre (but fun) cheese performance art piece I attended this week.

Day 2: Sunshine

Today was so nice. Getting out was necessary. My lovely friend even came all the way downtown to meet me for lunch in the park.

I love riding the scooter to work in the morning when the day is just warming up from the sun.

Tomorrow is my last rehearsal before Friday night's big event. I'm having such fun singing John Vanderslice's stuff--sooooo excited to be singing "Trance Manual" with him!--and I can't wait to do it on stage, even just as part of a choir.

I'm hoping this will maybe prompt me to get back to singing, whether that's just at home while I'm strumming away on my guitar or on stage someplace.

 Old Navy top, necklace and jeans, Target cardigan, Gap sandals

Staying up late for no reason

 On the roof of the SF Moma, doin' our thang.

Quite often I do that. I'll be browsing the blogs, watching some shows, or reading something online and I'll just ignore the fact that it's after midnight. Or 1am. Like last night.

It's worse when hubs is out of town, as will be the case next week. So I'd better rest up this weekend, because I have a lot of pointless late nights ahead of me.

Today was actually really lovely. Had lunch out, short day at work (the boss man let us leave early!), drinks, chips, salsa, and guac at Chevy's (yeah, mainstream!) with the hubs. SF Moma for browsing and Blue Bottle coffee on the roof.

And now we're home and being complete lazy bums on a Friday night. And I'm loving it. I don't mind, either, because this week was productive, and I might even do a little work this weekend.

So like I said, hubs will be gone, which means I'll clean the apartment till it's spotless (a strange ritual I get into when he leaves), wear his clothes (see here and here), and hang out lots with girlfriends.

It's not that I won't miss him while he's gone. I definitely will. But I also kind of like having the place to myself for a while. And then he comes back and gives me lots of hugs.

This blouse is another clearance rack score. This time from Gap. I really scored there. (I can't wait to show you the dress I got for $10). This dress came in at about $9. And it fits nicely with my new style aesthetic resolution. That I just made up.

Buy more remix-able blouses, fewer casual tees. I think it's a good resolution. It'll help me start dressing my age and honing in on pieces in stores that don't make me look like I'm 12. Seriously, folks, it's a problem. The other week I was mistaken for a 21 year old. Nothing wrong with that, exactly, but I would like the guessing to be a little bit closer to my actual age.

 Gap top, Target cardi, gifted jeans, Old Navy boots and earrings, H&M bracelet

White jeans. I can dig it.