maryrambin:

The sun just set on another beautiful day in the Caribbean.

I can’t think of anywhere else I would rather spend this New Year’s than with my Mom. Since I have moved to NYC, I rarely get to see her. So this week chatting, relaxing, joking around has been amazing. There are many things in life I am fortunate and grateful to have/experience, but the thing I treasure most is my relationship with my mom. She’s my best friend. Over the past few years I’ve realized not many people can say that.

US:

You tell us you are going to stop blogging for a few days and then you don’t.

“LEAVE US ALONE!”

maryrambin:

Isn’t this beautiful.

I’m taking a few days off from lifecasting. I’ll raise a glass to all of you for being so supportive in 2008. 2009 will be bigger and better!!!

Enjoy the evening. Be safe.

MWAH x

US:

So “supportive”? LMAO Delusional.

Stop blogging period. A few days? My Christmas wish then, is not coming true. At least not today. But it’s a start.

The perfect shirt for Miss Scary.

maryrambin:

Night night from JE and the ladies.

US:

ENOUGH! And you should tell your fatty Sugar Daddy about juice “cleanses” and colonics. STAT.

Oh, and WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING, GIRL?

maryrambin:

Where I am now.

juliaallison:

Dear Mary,

I now actively dislike you.

Love,
Julia

US:

You know she means it, too.

maryrambin:

While SP is the belle of the ball, JE is the joker. I wouldn’t consider myself a gullible person, but he gets me every time!

So many thanks JE for a fabulous vacation! And! for always keeping me on my toes :)

US:

Is THAT the secret Sugar Daddy?

maryrambin:

The outfit doesn’t look so cute here, I’ll admit. But when not wrinkled and the top portion hanging over the belt, it was quite cute if I do say so myself.

US:

Yes Mary, love. Pictures lie.

maryrambin:

Mom and Lee sang “All My Exes Live in Texas”

If you know my Mom, you understand why that’s funny :)

US:

Did you just call your mom a whore?

The New Drinking Game

So the old drinking game was every time you see Mary in her Chanel black and white sandals, take a shot. But after viewing this weeks “Best of 2008” TMI, I have a new one for you all. Every time you see Mary sitting with her legs open in a dress/skirt, take a shot. I’m so serious: you’ll be wasted by the time you get to the end.

maryrambin:

I’m reading the Question of the Day after a fantastic evening of good food, witty company, and ridiculous karaoke. And I hear from the captain of the boat I’m being bashed on my own website.

GET A FUCKING LIFE.

You people have no manners. Didn’t your parents teach you to be cordial in public? Congrats you get to hide behind a screen name when you answer, or rather say whatever the fuck you feel like, on our Question of the Day page.

Yes, I am on a nice vacation. Yes, I am still broke. Yes, I am a lucky bitch for being able to travel the way I do. And I appreciate every second of it. I don’t have to share it with you…but I do. You want a piece of my life, here it is.

And as for the other negative comments…especially about my mother, fuck you all. She is one of the most amazing people I know. You don’t know her. All you have to know is that she is reve(red) by everyone she knows and raised a child you can appreciate or shun. YOUR CHOICE.

The Question of the Day page is a forum for discussion about that question. If you want to be critical, send your comment to Gawker. If it’s valid, I promise they will post it.

Now, attempt to have a pleasant holiday. Drink too much. Each chocolate. But get the hell off my shoulders, my mother, my vacation, and leave us alone.

I contemplated not sharing this trip because of people being hyper critical. I went against my gut because it’s a fun experience I thought you might enjoy. Pictures will come in the future, but not at the same frequency.

Goodnight for now.

US:

I’m coming in on this a little late. I didn’t catch Mary’s rant about all this, but I was able to find it reposted. I’m sure you can imagine my eagerness to sink my teeth in.

Mary. Listen. You aren’t wrong for accepting a free trip on a yacht to spend time with your mommy. That’s not the issue here. What IS the issue is that you are posting pictures in excess, of this, during a time when the economy is shot to shit. Tens of thousands of people are losing their jobs every day who do NOT have mommies and daddies (sugar, or otherwise) to sponge off of. People with children to feed.

Even the fashion industry, a luxury industry (and you SHOULD know this) is showing respect to this economic time. Numerous well known designers have pulled out of New York fashion week and opted to do more low key presentations rather than showing in Bryant Park. Shameless displays of wealth only accomplishes in making those who are struggling in serious and real ways very angry and resentful. DUH.

“Get a fucking life”? I have New Years plans that involve friends my own age. I too blog, outside of this one, and currently write about things a little more reachable to the average reader than I used to because even I can not afford as much Louis Vuitton as I used to. It is almost unpatriotic.

“You people”. Didn’t YOUR parents teach YOU to be cordial? It’s like sitting in front of a starving child from a Third World country and chowing down on a steak dinner right in front of them, and then going “What? I just thought the kid might enjoy seeing it.”

He doesn’t.

What irritates me further is that you continuously “admit” to being “broke” when you obviously don’t have a fucking clue what that means. Broke people often times HAVE to turn down a wonderful FREE trip on a yacht BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO ACTUALLY WORK and can not miss the days. Broke people can not afford gym memberships, juice fasts, colonics, botox, restylane, etc.

You aren’t broke, you’re broken.

“I don’t have to share it with you…but I do. You want a piece of my life, here it is.” You say this as though you don’t have to share this with us but you do because we are all just pleading with you to PLEASE tell us every detail of your life and every vapid thought that runs through your empty head. No one besides Julia ever asked you to. And no one really wants a piece of your life. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU REALLY ARE?

I skimmed the comments you talk about here and I didn’t really see anything said about your mother. If I missed it, fine, I’ll give you that. But if you don’t like the negative things said about her THEN DON’T BLOG ABOUT HER. Anything you blog is open for comment. You KNOW THAT BEFORE YOU POST IT. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. There will be good comments and bad ones. Every person isn’t going to agree with you, like what you say, love you, etc. And really, dear, if way more people are telling you that something is offensive, IT PROBABLY IS. Rather than curse everyone out everytime you can’t take the heat, either quit blogging, screen yourself, or shut the fuck up.

“If you want to be critical, send your comment to Gawker.” Ok so no one can comment on your Non-Business website unless they are praising you or kissing your non-existant ass? “Leave us alone.”??? Leave US alone. Obviously NO ONE really seemed to like or appreciate your endless stream of slightly embarassing pictures of you with your big mouth open wearing the same fucking outfits we’ve seen a million times in the same tired ways that didn’t work in the first place. Making an excuse for your still and always fugly hair, self-consciously, in every post, while at the same time speaking and behaving as though anyone who dare say you are flawed should be condemned.

When you said to get off your shoulders… did you mean for that to be a pun?

Caroling in LaLa Land from Mary Rambin on Vimeo.

maryrambin:

Happy Christmas Eve Eve from LaLa Land!

It’s my little way of saying thank you to everyone for sending in photos of style successes and the fashionably challenged.

In this video we learm you can lead a boy to water, but can’t force him to drink. Unless that boy is gay and that water is Mariah Carey.

US:

This was so uncomfortable to watch. You are redundantly annoying.

maryrambin:

BEST DRESSED CHILD UNDER 10

Hello fashionista! With that Chanel bag you’re a lady after my own heart.

Congrats Amanda for this find. Now let me know where I can find you to bestow your prize.

US:

This was posted in October.

Get with it, Scary.

TEST DRIVE: DEXTOXING THE CHRISTMAS CHEER

The holidays are full of “good cheer” aka a lot of booze. So it might be smart to get your detox in order now so after you’ve put the pizza down you can reassemble yourself for the next party or the New Year.

One thing I’ve noticed is that my face doesn’t bounce back the way it used to in college. After a night out, my eyes look tired and my skin seems to look almost heavy. My plan to combat a face pooped by the party:

Ren Multi-Mineral Pore Minimizing Detox Mask $34 (purchase here or at Sephora)
PeterThomasRoth Power K Eye Rescue $100 (purchase here or at Sephora)
Both were recommendedby readers who do PR for the products, but swear they are revolutionary. Ren seems really cool because it’s “pure as it is potent,” meaning it works without any nasty chemicals or synthetics.

US:

Someone who has her hair bleached out and her face and lips pumped with fillers shouldn’t really bother pretending that chemicals or synthetics in products bother them.

maryrambin:

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh…WTF?

I came home to my Mom’s house in Houston to find a Christmas tree laying on the coffee table. Ummm…Mom?

She was upset she couldn’t have a tree for fear her new cats would see it as jungle gym, so instead of succumbing to their claws, she got creative. Hence, a decorated tree laying on the table. Talk about Christmas spirit!

Patty looks a little pissed if you ask me.

US:

Sorry but that is REALLY f*ckn retarded.

maryrambin:

I’m lounging on Chris’ daybed with Mase, enjoying a glass of Chablis, looking out at the rose garden in the front yard wondering what is coming in the next year. As much as I wish a house and a rose garden were in my near future, I know they are years away. Chris works his ass off for his Hollywood home, so I’m confident I will have a yard soon :)

US:

I’m posing on Chris’ daybed with my dog, since I have no man to love me, staring at my own reflection, trying to drink myself into thinking my life is better than it is and pleading with god to make next year better than the string of failures my life has been thus far. As much as I wish a husband was in my near future to take care of me so I can dump this sugar daddy and stop leeching off my parents, I know that is years away. Chris works his ass off for his Hollywood home… if only Julia would come up with a way to make us some money off this stupid blogging shit, maybe THEN all my dreams will come true. Maybe then I could buy my own little house with a rose garden WITHOUT a man! Then me and Mason could live happily ever after, just the two of us.

maryrambin:

Reader Rachel wrote me an email saying, “I don’t want to hate. But do you do go to LA just to workout?”“

Actually Rachel, yes! One of my favorite parts about visiting LA is my Equinox in WeHo. So, if I can, I go twice a day. Usually one class is spin (Keith, Colin, Eileen, Reilly) combined with abs (Keith or Colin), and the other is either sculpting or yoga (Kristen, Colin).

The reason this sounds strange is because most people see the gym as something they HAVE to do, not as a pleasurable experience. And when I’m in NYC or Houston, I agree with you. I go just to purge stress and stay fit. Not to mention the fact that most days I just don’t have the time or the energy after a long NYC day to move from the couch.

On the other hand, in LA, going to the gym is social and fun. The classes are super challenging, and my friends and I go together. It’s the closest thing I can get to team sports. We truly enjoy the intensity and chat about the obstacles we encountered afterwards. The reason I blog about the classes is for people in LA to be aware of what instructors are worth getting up at 7am to go see. (I hate motivating to get to the gym and then having a bad instructor.)

Coming to LA is so refreshing for me mentally. The weather brightens my spirits, old friends get together to catch up, the restaurants aren’t comparable to New York so eating healthy isn’t a challenge, I get to push my body to its physical limits, and I get more sleep.

US:

Oh, enough already. You’re beating a dead horse. Yes, it’s part of living a healthy lifestyle to be active. To work out, to eat well. But it’s just a normal part of life, not something to constantly talk about.

It’s her instinct. She sees something shaped like that and has to shove it in her mouth.

maryrambin:

Last night I ate at Mozza Osteria. I knew it was going to be good after eating at Mozza Pizzeria on my last trip. Plus, it’s damn near impossible to get a reservation. But, I know people, so I get to roll big every once in a while.

What I’m saying is that it’s no surprise I’m going to applaud the food and service. The whole menu is cheese and created by Mario Batali, how could that ever be bad? Mozzarella, Burrata, Ricotta, delicioso! For the entree, we split the one of the juiciest ducks I’ve ever consumed. Dessert was a total failure, but I shouldn’t have ordered it after all of the cheese.

Here’s the part I loved the most: the atmosphere. Dining is refined without being old and pretentious. Recently, New York restaurants have been springing up all over LA in an attempt to raise the bar for the Hollywood high-rollers. I’ve eaten at a few (BLT, Craft), and they’re total disappointments. Sitting in Mozza is the closest NYC experience I’ve had: great food with a sophisticated atmosphere.

I’m not going to lie, it’s pricey, but totally worth it.

US:

Things about this post that make me retch:

it’s damn near impossible to get a reservation:
Not really. Pretty much anyone can get a reservation on a Tuesday night.

I know people, so I get to roll big every once in a while:
Stop acting like you are “connected” in LA just because you lived there through college. No one knows or cares who the fuck you are. You are NOT a celebrity. Your “style” blog sucks, and if anyone does know who you are it’s because of your sister or Julia, not your own merit. And that will NOT get you reservations. Ew. You also should NEVER say “roll big”. You are the whitest white bitch I’ve ever known of, and you are NOT hip enough to use words like “roll big”. It’s like hearing someone’s mom say it, it’s just wrong.

maryrambin:

You know my favorite way to start the day in LA: 7am spin and abs!

Eileen looks sweet, but she’s a ball buster. And we play the same fun songs you can sing to in our spin classes. (Music is a make-or-break factor in spin for me.)

She teaches at Equinox all over LA so you don’t have to travel to WeHo to see her. Obviously neither of us are at our cutest, but if you’re looking good after an hour and a half workout, you weren’t doing it right. So, in my opinion, we’re lookin’ good!

US:

She looks more like your sister than your sister.

maryrambin:

My cutie pie gym buddy Reilly came by for a glass of vino and catch up chit chat tonight. I love a good heart to heart with an old friend. I really don’t have any in NYC besides the girls, and sometimes I need a male perspective.

US:

You could totally be his mother in this pic.