Sing a Song for Me

I don't know why, but I have been obsessed with Kid Rock's "Blue Jeans & A Rosary" from his Rock & Roll Jesus album, lately. I've actually always been a Kid fan, even back in his "Bawatitiba"phase. He did tell me his name right off the bat. I mean, it was a formal intro. True dat.

I also saw him perform at Woodstock '99 and he put on a killer show. He's gone soft in his old age--maybe it was his marriage to Pammy, or even that song with Sheryl Crow. I don't know, but I love this album. It's a few years old and he really tugs on emotion with the majority of his lyrics. "Sugar" excluded.

I will also forgive him for "All Summer Long," and always making me think I'm beginning to listen to "Werewolves of London."

Regardless, I love this song and the lyrics:

Kid Rock
"Blue Jeans & A Rosary"

All my life I've been searchin'
All my life I've been uncertain
I been abandoned and left alone
At fifteen I had to leave home
The black sheep, the bad seed

At a roadside bar in Tennessee
I met an angel to rescue me
She rescued me
She wore blue jeans and a rosary
Believed in God and believed in me
All her friends think she's a little crazy
She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve
Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me
She tells me it's all good
She's happy with a bad seed
Happy to be misunderstood

Two packs and a pint a day
To hide the shame
And wash away the pain
Aww the pain
Every road was a dead-end street
Runnin' from the law
And runnin' on empty
You couldn't shake the marks that were left on me

At a roadside bar in Tennessee
I met an angel to rescue me
She rescued me

She wore blue jeans and a rosary
Believed in God and believed in me
All her friends think she's a little crazy
She wears a smile, heart on her sleeve
Don't give a damn what the world thinks of me
She tells me it's all good
She's happy with a bad seed
Happy to be misunderstood

[Repeat]

Misunderstood
Misunderstood

Girls Just Wanna Have Drama

For the past year and a half I've been a guys gal. Constantly surrounded by people of the opposite sex and, for the most part, my life has been drama free. Many, not all, boys run from the first sign of drama including the boys in my circle.

As I get older, I find that drama is unnecessary and usually self-inflicted. The world has enough to worry about than your petty B.S. with so and so and why they don't want to be your friend. Odds are, you're in your mid-twenties and you should have enough maturity behind you to be social with people you don't want to be. Unless, that is, if you're a good friend and respectful of others decisions.

The number of girls in my life have dwindled and I keep the good few around for the long haul. The ones that are mature enough to actually ignore their cell phones when we're trying to have an in depth conversation and the kind that go emergency shoe shopping before an important event.

Sure boys are smelly, dirty, play video games, drink beer and are extremely hairy and burp in your face but they sure as hell leave the drama at the door. They could care less who I'm friends with and if I'm ever down, they just hand me a beer and tell me to get over it. Done and done.

That works for me.

Exact quote from my roomate after I mentioned a friend Facebook fiasco: "And you want to be around girls more, McKenna..."

I do love my girls. Not many boys would go shopping or get their nails done, but I have my Mom for that. But I'm finding that more and more girls just wanna have drama and less and less fun.

I Wanna Rock!

Last Thursday, I saw the Broadway musical "Rock of Ages." It was possibly the BEST show I've ever seen on the great white way, battling RENT for the first prize (there's no prize, but if there was it would be a close one). I am a big fan of the alternative musicals, the ones that are more modern, full of great songs and a kick-ass cast. I love being surprised by people and their talents and this was a show where I knew little about the plot and went in a Rock virgin.

My cherry was popped, so to speak, during the first number. I knew I was in for it when a chubby guy with a mullet walked out as our narrator. He was one of the best things about the show. I did, however, fall in love with Drew aka Wolfgang Von Colt. Who is in love with Cherie, a slut from the Midwest with big acting aspirations. I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you but I have never been so adamant about seeing a Broadway show again. I want to go every week.

I wanna rock!

Many of you don't know that I was originally a Drama major in college before I switched over to Journalism. The drama department was the main reason I wanted to go to SUNY New Paltz, they had a McKenna Theater (hello!). I would have loved a career in musical theater but I can't carry a tune to save my life. Regardless, I still have a high appreciation for any and all arts.

Luckily, my boyfriend is awesome and he had meet & greet passes. To my delight, my friend Jessica and I were in the front row for questions for the talented cast. She also met her future husband. Enjoy the photos below. Oh, and go see the show.

Me and Wolfgang. He smelled delicious and is much hotter in person.


Me, Michael (Jess's future hubby) and Jess.

Oh Cherie...I'm in love!

The Best Thing

I want to be Taylor Swift's best friend-there, I said it. I am in love with her new song and I can't wait for her new album in October. Enjoy her new single, "Mine."

Rose Cottage Couture

Leave it to me to drive all through the back country roads of Orange County, N.Y. on a rainy Sunday afternoon for fashion. Oh, but it wasn't just fashion--it was a trunk show for designer Harrison Morgan.

The Women's Leadership Fund (WLF), a branch of Orange County United Way, sponsored the event to help raise money to promote independence, growth and self-determination for women and girls.

Luckily I didn't get lost and I had a vague idea of where I was going. I was greeted by Kat and Susan of the WLF at the gate of the former Laura Ashley Estate (yes, THAT Laura Ashley). I parked on the designated grassy area which was not conducive to my outfit or heels, but I digress.

The interior of the Rose Cottage was beautifully accessorized with discounted designer clothing, a win win for us all. Many other eager shoppers already had their hands full with Harrison Morgan's (and other designer friends) threads. Good thing I arrived early.

I perused the racks with the notion of buying a simple shrug or possibly some jewelry, I did give myself a $40 spending limit. I knew I was in over my head when my arms were full of dresses, sweaters, shirts, shrugs and coats. They had coats! With an armful of clothing Kat brought me over to meet Harrison. He was a doll and we was wearing my favorite color: lavender.

Harrison who was born in Miami and raised in Atlanta, at a very young age was deeply interested in the arts. He eventually chose fashion design as a career, and to our benefit expanded into New York City, one of the fashion mecca’s of the world. While in NYC, Harrison developed his own unique style and began offering evening separates and hand-beaded gowns; allowing women to express their individuality and modern confidence. He has the ability to create a piece that, in turn, creates that finishing touch needed to complete an ensemble. His designs are the cherry topping on an ice cream sundae.

Harrison Morgan and I

Harrison’s designs have been seen on celebs like Catherine Zera Jones, Nicole Kidman, Cindy Crawford and many socialites. He has also gone international selling his designs in the U.S., Europe, Japan and Canada. His collections include day to evening, wedding, fur and jewelry. It’s the perfect finishing touch.

My finishing touch? $180 in damages. But it was extremely worth it.

Passion for Fashion

It was exactly three years ago when my passion for fashion was ignited. I blame New York Fashion Week. I was in the first week at my first real big girl job and I took a crash course in Fashion Week 101. I had always been an admirer of fashion, I did shop a lot, but never big labels I think my biggest purchase was a Coach wristlet at that point.

Not so these days. Now, I'm a label whore. If you're walking down a NYC block, I can probably tell just by looking at you "who you're wearing." It's both a gift and a curse. Now, I can't bring myself to buy a pair of jeans from Macys, unless its Joes, Citizens, 7, Paige, True Religion...and I can't buy a handbag from Target, it has to be a statement...and it has to have a nice label.

It wouldn't be so bad if I actually had the money to spend. The clothes last longer and are made with the highest quality. But I digress...

My bestie/sissy invited me to Fashion for Passion Launch Event at Good Units near Columbus Circle in NYC. It was underground, or so it seemed and they were serving yummy margaritas. Photos were placed all around the venue, black and white and gorgeous. There were also nakey painted models (this I had an issue with b/c they were highly unattractive). The speakers were blasting 80's dance music and we were in just good Fashion-lover company.

All photos stolen from Meg:

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.


Beautiful photos. Beautiful models.


Me and Meg, we both have a passion for fashion...and margaritas.

In the near future you will be seeing more posts on fashion...after all it is my passion.

Coming Along

Hi, I'm Allie and I'm a control freak.

Hiiiiii Allie!

There are many things I am, a control freak is one of them. I am also impatient, sensitive and ambitious. Most of these traits are for my own good.

During the weekend, I literally admitted aloud that I am a control freak...multiple times. One of them, I was able to finally just let go. For instance, friends and I went to a water park in upstate N.Y. Let me just be the first to say how much I hate rides that spin, regardless of velocity and physics if it spins I want nothing to do with it. I just hate feeling absolutely out of control and spinning has a tendency to make me have an anxiety attack.

Henceforth, friends and I were in line for the big family tube ride when I noticed that the water park attendant was spinning the tube to push it down the slide...to my chagrin, my friends were comforting me that I would be fine and I would get to the bottom safely. Luckily, a new water park attendant came on duty to relieve the Toxic Spinner before our group was up. Phew!

"Um, excuse me, could you do me a favor," I asked as I eerily stepped into the tube. "Could you not spin the tube that much? I have a thing..."

Me at Coney Island holding friends bags, since I "don't do rides."

Surprisingly, she didn't look at me like I had 5 heads, nor did she laugh in my face for my childish request. She obliged. Granted, it did take our family tube a tad to pick up speed but I ended the ride spin free and exhilarated that I conquered a slight fear (considering I had no control over the tube once it hit the slippery slope).

When I stepped out of the tube, I felt like a million bucks and I said aloud: "That wasn't bad at all!" I really made a big deal out of nothing. For those of you who know me, you will know that I don't do this often (ha!).

The moral of the story is this: face your fear.

Stare down the barrel of the gun, jump off the high dive, pee into the wind!

And maybe go down a family tube slide at a water park, and not ask the attendant to spin you around. It does feel good to relinquish control sometimes, panic attack excluded.

I'm Awesome

This really needs no explanation. If only this could really be my resume. Barney, you are a genius. Oh...and read my blog.

K, thanks!