Did you ever want to be a natural at something pointless? Like, bongos, or opening bottles with random household objects? Last weekend, I found myself at a bar with a mechanical bull and was surprised to find that I cared about that. Some part of me saw that metal bull and decided I wanted to win at bull riding, I wanted to go on the dive-bar bull riding circuit, I wanted to be the Tri-State Mechanical Bull Rodeo Queen.
So I held on.
And held on.
And held on.
I won’t be able to wear a miniskirt again this fiscal year.
Lodekka Boutique photo via The New York Times by Andrea Fuentes-Diaz.
When I first heard about these mobile stores modeled on food trucks, my jaw dropped at the simple genius of it all. I want to drive one across country for a month and fill it with thrift store treasures.
Wanderlust mobile shop.
The Mobile Manners Giveaway winner is Kendra Portnova who said, “My pet peeve is when I’m trying to have a convo with my husband and I’m interrupted with a text (on his phone) and he sits there halfway listening to me… then gets a phone call (out in public) a proceeds to use his megaphone voice to talk! I have to tell him to lower his voice, because I know it’s annoying to everyone! Even me!”
Take that, Kendra’s husband! Let it be a consolation that your megaphone voice won your wife a sweet gift bag. Thanks to everyone for entering and sharing your peeves. Kendra, look for an email from me in your inbox.
Hello, team. I’m in Nashville this weekend with a group of very fine girlfriends and many bottles of wine. These are my latest picks from your suggestions for our sobbing/dancing mix. You guys are good at this.
Cry Into Your Beer
Woke Up New from The Mountain Goats
They Won’t Go When I Go from Stevie Wonder
Plane from Jason Mraz
Smile from Nat King Cole
Shake It ‘Til You Break It
Americanarama from Hollerado
Something Good Can Work from Two Door Cinema Club
Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes
Just a Little Bit from Kids of 88
Floral Double-Layered Full Length Skirt
“Has anyone seen my third grade class?”
Mad Andy T-Shirt
“My boobs are watching you.”
“It’s right here. In my left hand.”
While we were at SxSW, Laura and I threw a Mobile Manners brunch with Intel. We gathered a group of very smart women to eat quiche and text one other about the irritating things people do with their gadgets.
During Genevieve’s presentation, I tweeted while she was talking (event hashtag, FTW), checked in to Foursquare, and texted with a person sitting two tables away from me. Afterward, I drove around town looking for a funeral parlor, because I’ve heard those are nice quiet places to make phone calls.
Everyone else was the picture of civility, even when the gift bags came out.
Now that’s some good home training.
The bags were a team effort amongst attendees, and as always we saved one for you. Maile brought her gorgeous Epiphanie Bags, and I set aside the Clover Laptop and Camera Bag in grey, which is the one I carry. Everywhere. And sometimes I spoon with it. It looks like this:
And finally, Intel threw in a copy of Emily Post’s Great Get Togethers:
To win, please leave your pinky out when you sip your tea, and leave your most profound mobile etiquette peeve in comments.
Please only enter once; I’ll leave comments open until Monday when I’ll announce the winner. I hope it’s you.
It was SxSW, so we went out to some parties. Then when we got home, we had some wine. Then we had some more. Then we went to bed.
At 4 a.m., an ear-splitting fire alarm was not quite enough to rouse us. We incorporated it into our firehouse dreams. Then the second one went off. We were on the fifth floor, so naturally we took time to get dressed, gather our laptops and cameras, and chat about whether we should bother to leave the room. Then I looked out the window.
Fire trucks. Yay.
In the hall, there were about twenty people heading in the opposite direction of the exit signs.
“Where are you guys going?”
Stupids. We took the stairs. We passed an attractive and placid firefighter on the way down and considered following him back up, but it seemed arduous.
The fire trucks were still there when we got downstairs, and the alarms were still going off. There were about five people in the parking lot.
“There’s no one out here.”
“People are stupid.”
We sat down on the curb for a while. We got up.
“I’m putting this picture on the Internet.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
After our photo op, Helen Jane took a moment to weep with exhaustion. Anna Beth and I decided to go for shakes until the alarms stopped. Helen Jane thought she could sleep through the shrieking, and presumably the immolation. So we parted ways.
We headed to a local cafe, where we were the only patrons aside from two musicians and a truck driver who commented that we looked real pretty. Thanks, truck driver.
They didn’t have milkshakes.
In the end, there was no fire, just standing water in the basement that was triggering the alarm for some reason.
When we got back to the room, we drew a sharpie mustache on Helen Jane. She was a good sport about it.