Anyone else listened to Dierks Bentley's new album? It came out Memorial Day Weekend, and I. Wore. It. Out. Seriously, it's so good. I've been a long time fan of Dierks (I think I listened to Settle for a Slow Down about 1,000 times when I discovered it my sophomore year of college), and I just think his music gets better and better and more and more fun. I feel like I LOLed a lot while listening to this album. Although, my sister and I decided back in like April that the song of the summer would be Somewhere on a Beach, What the Hell Did I Say is a close second. Such a funny song, and I think a lot of us can say we've been there- whether we want to admit it or not!
🎶Did I say we'd go shopping, that I'd Louis Vuitton her?🎶
🎶That I'd Rodeo Drive her, slide a Tiffany diamond on her?🎶
I hate Nathaniel P. Nathaniel P is what is wrong with men and dating. It took me about half the book before I really felt like I figured out what Nate's problem was - why he seemed to be happy with women and a relationship and then started to pick it apart and enjoy the self destruction of it all. Nate is insecure. He thrives on (and is only happy) when there is drama - financially, romantically - it really doesn't matter. So he often goes looking for it when it isn't already present.
As an example, about half way through the book Nate realizes that he and his girlfriend are reversing support roles - she was suddenly the more successful of the two in that moment. This terrifies him and his rigid thoughts on it prevent him from allowing it to happen. But aren't relationships more fluid than this? In the end, I was extra pissed because Nate ends up happy. He finds someone who keeps him in a constant state of turmoil and being the sick person he is, he loves it. Congrats, Nate.
Crossing the bridge, Nate turned to take in the Manhattan skyline behind them. The chains of white lights lining the cables over the other East River bridges were like dangling necklaces beneath the brightly lit towers, a fireworks display frozen at its most expansive moment. The view, familiar and yet still - always - thrilling, in combination with the plastic smell of the taxi, made him feel almost giddy.
I know this feeling so, so well. This passage put me back in New York, going home late at night to Queens.
Why You Should Read It:
If you make a hobby out of hating on men, this will just had fuel to your fire.
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**As a sidenote, the Peach Pear La Croix in the photo above is SO GOOD**
I wore this look while romping around Cincinnati this past Sunday. I'd first put these espadrilles in a collage on the blog awhile back and then stalked them every time I went into a Von Maur until they went on sale. A nameless family member of mine **cough - Mom - cough** basically told me they're hideous, but what can I say, I love to embrace an ugly trend. They're comfy, and they give me a little bump, so I'm mayyyyybe 5'6" in them which gets me about 2 inches closer to my life long goal of being 5' 10" like Cindy Crawford.