Let me start by apologising for my absence, I got caught up in everyday life and neglected the wonderful world of the web.
Now that's out of the way... let's discuss Loucheness. The first response on my Google search of the word is: "Disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way" - to that I respond HURRAH! LET US ALL THROW OFF THE CONSTRAINTS OF SOCIETY AND DABBLE IN A LITTLE LOUCHE-ITUDE. Who wants to be reputable these days anyhow?? (sidebar- the returns on the image search for louche are a bunch of cooking ladles and cross eyed cats, confusing but ultimately hilarious)
Think of the summer, you're hot, sticky, half naked, all you want to do is laze about, drink, party, swim, and let's face it, hook up with equally sticky people. Therefore, after my careful calculations, I have come to realise that summer is the epitome of loucheness. People are a lot more devil-may-care in the summer. You throw your head back and laugh in the face of consequences, haha! you cry, I can do what I damn well please, it's mothereffing summer! And from here on out the loucheness grows, so much so that by august, if you aren't completely louched out, well then I don't think I want to be your friend.
This weekend was pretty debauched, full of louchetastic behaviour, with a heavy overtone of fabulous. I wont go into every naughty detail, as I need to preserve the modesty of my friends (even though theirs was on full show, if you know what I mean winkwink). Let's just say that my hardest choice this weekend was whether to drink regular or rose Moet. So I drank both, naked, in the jacuzzi, with my awesome friends. What can I say, it's really hard to be so louche.
MAY THE LOUCHE BE WITH YOU. peace&love
Now that's out of the way... let's discuss Loucheness. The first response on my Google search of the word is: "Disreputable or sordid in a rakish or appealing way" - to that I respond HURRAH! LET US ALL THROW OFF THE CONSTRAINTS OF SOCIETY AND DABBLE IN A LITTLE LOUCHE-ITUDE. Who wants to be reputable these days anyhow?? (sidebar- the returns on the image search for louche are a bunch of cooking ladles and cross eyed cats, confusing but ultimately hilarious)
Think of the summer, you're hot, sticky, half naked, all you want to do is laze about, drink, party, swim, and let's face it, hook up with equally sticky people. Therefore, after my careful calculations, I have come to realise that summer is the epitome of loucheness. People are a lot more devil-may-care in the summer. You throw your head back and laugh in the face of consequences, haha! you cry, I can do what I damn well please, it's mothereffing summer! And from here on out the loucheness grows, so much so that by august, if you aren't completely louched out, well then I don't think I want to be your friend.
This weekend was pretty debauched, full of louchetastic behaviour, with a heavy overtone of fabulous. I wont go into every naughty detail, as I need to preserve the modesty of my friends (even though theirs was on full show, if you know what I mean winkwink). Let's just say that my hardest choice this weekend was whether to drink regular or rose Moet. So I drank both, naked, in the jacuzzi, with my awesome friends. What can I say, it's really hard to be so louche.
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| A small portion of drinks |
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| Yummy |
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| Didn't move all weekend |
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| Lots of fooood |
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| More yummy |
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| MMMMMrose |
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| why the eff did we leave? |
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| From Uber-Louche... |
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| to poser Uber-Douches |
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| Best cork goes to the smiley face, although let's face it i don't need his encouragement/approval to down the champers. |
MAY THE LOUCHE BE WITH YOU. peace&love
And louchetastic writing, to boot! Brilliant stuff xoxo
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