✨Romanticising my 20s✨
Mōrena lil shits!!
I’m actually meant to be on holiday atm (it’s a long weekend here in Tāmaki Makaurau) but because I love you so much and couldn’t BARE (or is it bear?) to upset your daily routine, I’m here in your inbox with a bit of a different edish of the newsletter (some cool links and some musings.) BUT FIRST, HEY to all our new pals that are here from Chrissy Teigen randomly shouting us out on Instagram the other day!! How weird was that?? The only way I found out was a bunch of you emailing/ sending it to me on Instagram which was so cute!! Here it is:
Anyway besties, let me tell you about my weekend. This weekend for me has felt like the epitome of ‘romanticising your 20s.’ I did nothing exceptionally out the gate or extravagant (I did too much of that last weekend lol) but idk?? this weekend just felt super whole and fulfilling. On Friday night after an emosh week at work, I had a huge D&M (deep and meaningful) with Liv (even more deep and meaningful than what you hear on Culture Vulture if you’d believe that!) over a bottle of Rosé, and then we did some fun makeup just to go and continue having deep and meaningful’s at our other pal's house.
Then, on Saturday four of us gals got up and played tennis at a cute as local tennis court surrounded by families and other toddlers learning how to play (I say ‘other’ because we were also toddlers learning how to play) and I asked a very important question:
Are tennis balls yellow or green???
My whole life I’ve thought they were green - I’ve perceived them as GREEN! But everyone I was with was damn sure that they were neon yellow. Now, I know they might be yellow with green undertones, but my brain just associates them with green and I CAN’T CHANGE! Naturally, everything I do/say/think/feel is content that I share with all of you, so I took the question to instagram and:
42% of you say green
58% of you say yellow
One really good comment said “green until they’re ripe”
Anyway, after tennis, we walked to get a coffee, satisfyingly sweaty & speaking in largely TikTok sounds. We dispersed for a little while to recharge before a few more of us got together for a bevvy at a lovely beer spot (with a dog!!) & then came home to make some salads/ other yum things to take to a barbeque at our other pal's house. Wholesomeness ensued. We got there and our mate was in the kitchen/ on the barbeque cooking up a storm for everyone (he did it all on his own with no qualms at all?!?) and we all sat on the deck, wine in hand, still laughing over dumb TikTok sounds (that one where a girl is ordering at Starbucks and they don’t have what she wants but she say’s “okay perfect!”) Sorry if that means nothing to you (the girls who get it, get it, and the girls who don’t, don’t [sorry, another TikTok sound.])
At one point we decided that karaoke was on the cards, so we warmed up our vocals with ‘The Gambler’ before turning on the lyric function of Spotify and doing a BRILLIANT rendition of ‘Islands in the Stream,’ (it took about 3 tries to get the harmonies perfect.) After that, we sat down to feast and talk about the fact that this is our SEVENTH YEAR OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL (and play some Kings Cup just to take us right back there.)
You know when you’re in a moment and you can tell that it's gonna be a core memory like… as it’s happening? That’s what this whole night felt like. At one point a slightly wine-drunk Rubes and I went to the bathroom and Rubes said something like: “honestly, if this is what being in our 20s and 30s is like - wine, food, friends, laughs [via playing drinking games where everyone has to meow if they look me in the eyes] then I’m so fine with that” and honestly same. I think this night was the most adult I’ve… ever felt (and honestly, I’ve been through some shit where I’ve literally had to be an adult), but this was just different. Maybe it’s dumb, or maybe you can relate, or maybe this all sounds… idk, pretentious??? but there was so much beauty in this mundane day, that something compelled me to write about it for you all. PS I ALSO FOUND SOME TIME TO CLEAN MY SHEETS AND MAKE MY BED???
Sunday consisted of coffee, reading an issue of New York Magazine that’s been sitting beside my bed for months, buying a lovely second-hand piano stool (dark wood + mustard!!!) playing my guitar, & watching Encanto (if you know me then you know I always need to recharge my social battery so that’s what I did), and today I’m going to the beach!
Also, I coined the word ‘betraitor’ to describe a traitor who has betrayed you (I used it on Ruby because she’s going to see Hamilton the musical WITHOUT ME.) What do we think? Will it catch on?
Anyway, here are some things I read over the weekend (in between all of that other stuff):
Katie Couric is not for everyone: I was so late to the party reading this (it was in the aforementioned NY Magazine) but damn it’s SO good.
A Man Crashed His Car Into Taylor Swift’s Building (The Cut)
Look at these new emojis (Twitter)
Reading Is a Competition Now (The Cut)
Lauren Smith-Fields Was Found Dead. Her Family Had to Beg for Answers (NY Times)
How “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” turned Encanto into a sleeper hit (Vox)
The Soft Sell: The health-care brand Hims wants to leverage young men’s anxiety over erections and hair loss into a multibillion-dollar empire. (Intelligencer)
Searching for Susy Thunder (The Verge)
Nothing Sacred: These Apps Reserve The Right To Sell Your Prayers (Buzzfeed)
Sexy M&M's, BoJo's partying and a whole lot of world updates! (The Shit Show)
A Bonus Jonas, Taylor Swift Claps Back, & Jamie Lynn Spears Enters The Chat (Culture Vulture)
GET A 14 DAY FREE TRIAL TO WATCH EUPHORIA OR YELLOWJACKETS! (Neon)
I LOVE YOU ALL
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