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What I have been up to since returning from my MOjourn in late October:

I covered the Pop Up Flea, a men's fashion exposition, for All Plaidout, a style blog created and written by Saint Louis native Max Wastler.

I spent Thanksgiving in beautiful Teaneck, New Jersey, with my new friend Samantha.

I attended a party for Guest of a Guest's redesign. Check out Rachelle's pretty new site!

I attended the solo opening of my old friend Jane LaFarge Hamill at Stricoff Gallery.

I launched my new style blog Erit Americana.

Also!

I have eaten some great meals at Lure Fishbar , the Mermaid Oyster Bar, the Standard Grill, Tia Pol, Mercat, Aquagrill, P.J. Clarke's, Minetta Tavern, Nello, and Frank.

I sipped a world class bloodless Mary (a bloody with tomato vodka instead of tomato juice) at MercBar.

I danced the Twist at the Bowery Electric.

I dressed up as Surf's Up Barbie for Halloween at Soho House.

I swilled champagne from teacups at the Back Room, a gorgeous basement speakeasy on the Lower East Side.

And I found this awesome sign on 23rd Street:


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Between pulls of Bud Light Golden Wheat, I cheered on the starting lineup as they made the Tiger Walk, a favorite pregame tradition but one I never saw as a student at Mizzou.



I also caught up with one of my nearest and dearest friends KB. She looked terrific, had lots of hilarious stories to tell, and promised to come visit soon. I miss her (and her big black-and-gold-bleeding family) already.]]> http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/?entry=entry091027-234103 webadmin@joplinglobe.com Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:41:03 GMT http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/index.php?entry=entry091027-233348 I run for face time.

This motive becomes most obvious when I visit smaller towns, as I did last week. I wait till rush hour (which lasted all of twenty minutes) and set off on my six-miler, Jock Jams blaring, ponytail bouncing, and I pick the busiest thoroughfare or the one on which I expect to see the most acquaintances, and I run. Because I am so certain that friends and frenemies will drive past me and wave, the thought of slowing down never crosses my mind. I skip along Providence (in the college town) or Murphy (in the home town) or Hanley (in Saint Louis) or Warwick (in Newport News, V.A.) or Thames (in Newport, R.I.) or 206 (in Princeton, N.J.) or…or…or…

(The fact that I can rattle off street names without the aid of Google Maps should illustrate how seriously I take my social sprints.)

I remember the first three-mile route I plotted as a freshman in 2003; it took me past the best fraternities and my crush’s house not once but twice to maximize exposure. And on holidays at home old friends often bumped into me at the (only) bar, exclaiming, “I saw you running today!”, thus proving my oft-tested theory that jogging along main drags is akin to breezing through a cocktail party: wave, grin, bop on by.

Later, when you run into those same people at real cocktail parties, you immediately have something to talk about: how fast and fresh you looked skipping down the street, what an inspiration you are to non-runners, your latest marathon, blah blah, et cetera. And to you, of course, it’s old news. But to this person who last saw you in their rearview mirror, it’s miraculous that you’re even alive. And to show their appreciation for your athletic prowess, they might even buy your next gin and tonic.

It’s all a matter of timing and style. Don your classiest spandex. Hit the pavement by five pm, aim for the biggest grocery store in town, and you’re bound to see a friend’s mom or a former professor or the local chiropractor. Keep your back straight, your gait jaunty, and don’t forget to smile. Be social! Run for face time!]]> http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/?entry=entry091027-233348 webadmin@joplinglobe.com Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:33:48 GMT http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/index.php?entry=entry091020-161905


Autumn in New York is the greatest, but to really appreciate the season one has to leave the City. I am so glad to be back in the Mid-best. (By Sunday, however, after a straight week of partying in the college town, I will surely be singing a different tune.)



This morning, after joining ALH in Forest Park for a pre-dawn fitness boot camp run by a local trainer, I was a serious mood to dress up. On top is a dress by H&M. My legs are covered in tights by Hue, and the shoes, sporting the old Saks Fifth Avenue label, were purchased at Beacon's Closet, a famous thrift and vintage store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (I had to bring a bite of the Big Apple with me.)]]> http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/?entry=entry091020-161905 webadmin@joplinglobe.com Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:19:05 GMT http://www.joplinglobeonline.com/blogs/caryr/index.php?entry=entry091016-142205 Max Wastler of All Plaid Out at Brooks Brothers' Madison Avenue flagship to celebrate the launch of their capsule collaboration with Mad Men. The limited line of suits created by Emmy-winning series costume designer Janie Bryant, will be available through the end of the series' season.



Stepping off the elevator and into the label's second floor suit department was like stepping back in time. Tie clips and slick hair abounded, and the duds looked great (if a little safe, but that's fine with me. I have little need for fops and dandies and prefer my men traditional(ly dressed)).

For a much more informed analysis of the suits and the talent behind them, visit All Plaid Out.



My eye, however, was not on lapels and pinstripes but on the guests present - almost all the young gents who work at Sterling Cooper. Salvatore! Campbell! Oh my lands! Outfitted in Brooks' finest they seemed perfectly "in character", save for artfully mussed hair. Michael Gladis' beard and Vincent Kartheiser's hipster shag, for example, were quite post-modern (although my phone number exchange with Vincent so that I might set him up with a dear friend was decidedly more old-fashioned). Draper and Sterling must have been at a board meeting because I searched and could not find them. Undeterred I knocked back another dirty and shot some stick with Kinsey and the boys. This good girl has gone Mad.
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