Be pretty if you can,
Be witty if you must,
But be gracious if it kills you.
—Elsie de Wolfe
Shoes are the Key to my Heart
So today in my Contemporary Europe class, a fine young fraternity gentleman walked into the room. He didn’t make much noise but he sure made an entrance. Not only did I love his Northface vest and Polo button up, but his shoes caught my attention as well. They were a beautiful chestnut color that looked a little somethin’ like a cowboy boot. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man in cowboy boots, but his boots were just a little more fashionable. I give him credit for being so fashion forward and also the right amount of manly at the same time. He has now set the bar higher for my future gentleman and his shoes. All in all, a man in good shoes may have the key to my heart.
What The Hell… I’m a Southern Belle!
-SB
Ten Times Easier and A Lot Less Embarrassing!
Today while I was snacking on my carrots and tomatoes and sipping from my scotch glass full of Coke, a sister asked me why I had a Lambda scotch glass. I told her there was a reason behind my cup and I was about to share it with the entire table.
THE PLAN:
Throughout the rest of my 2 and a half years left in college, my best friend decided she was going to buy me a new fraternity scotch glass for my birthday and Christmas. This Christmas she bought me a scotch glass with the Lambda crest emblazoned on the cup. The plan heavily relies on this beauty of a glass. The Thursday night before I plan to go to the fraternity house for a little soirée I would swing by and drop off my cup. I would ask the kind gentleman at the front door to fill the cup with jello and a fair amount of alcohol. I’m not picky, surprise me. The next day I would return to the fraternity house and ask for my jello cup back. I would of course bring my own spoon and casually eat the rather large jello shot for the rest of the night.
The plan is flawless and will provide for a really good laugh between my friends and I. And since I was such a Southern Belle and brought my own glass and spoon, I would have the privilege of leaving with a fine southern fraternity gentleman.
What the hell.. I’m a Southern Belle!
~SB
What The Hell, I’m a Southern Belle
Hey Y’all,
So I didn’t really plan on ever writing a blog, but my friend Ann has decided that I am too damn funny to not have a web presence.
