Over the weekend I learned Gertie has a thing for runners (the people, not shoes). By thing I mean she wants to chase them down. Like a moth to a flame, she notices their unusual pace and bolts for them. This was a bit of a shock for us since she is normally really good at responding to her name (as far as I can tell, but Gus is deaf, so I probably think any sort of reaction to name calls is truly amazing), and I had had her off leash before without any worry. Ha! She showed me! It did not matter how many times we called at the top of our lungs, she kept going. I honestly was so concerned we were going to lose her. But she eventually stopped for whatever reason, and I retrieved the little monster. In retrospect, it was a pretty hilarious scene to behold, Matt running ahead of me with Gus in his arms screaming Gertie’s name, and me trailing behind, running in heels yelling “Gertie! Fuck! Gertie!” and whatever other curse words came out of my mouth.

Other than my dog trying to escape me, the weekend was pretty lovely. Friday evening was my pal Nick’s birthday and Saturday evening was spent decorating Meaghan’s apartment for a little surprise party her boyfriend Nick (different Nick) had planned, and I helped execute. While Meaghan didn’t actually end up surprised because she saw the light go out through her window when she pulled into the parking lot, it still ended up being a really great evening. Just picture a New Radicals-Natalie Imbruglia-Prozzak-Meredith Brooks dance party, while the tenant below banged at us with a broom, and Meaghan stated that she may actually be attracted to the lead singer of New Radicals (bucket hat and all). That pretty much sums up the evening.

Blouse: H&M (im not sure of this)
Skirt: vintage
Jacket: vintage via Public Butter
Tights: Target
Shoes: Seychelles
Necklace: gift