In case you were wondering what to get some of the snazzy boys and girls in your life (or you're just last minute shopping for us here at cake&icecream) for the impending doom of Christmas we thought we'd put together a bunch of our wants and needs (read: wants & want mores) to help jump-start your forced-sentimental-consumerism.
I ask for certian things every year and never get them. Like air/water filters, food, and bulk paper towels. I also hint around for subscriptions to awesome magazines. I like Print, ID, surface, lemon, and used to LOVE res. In suit with this are gift certificates to book stores. Barnes & Nobles is fine, I can find stuff there, but to be so bold as to go for an art-house book store or something like the MoMA store, why, how ever did you know?!?!? Gals like me could easily empty savings accounts and max credit cards in places like that.
Counting back, I think this might be my fifth year in a row asking for classes. French, tap, sociolgy, cooking, whatever. Learning new things, making stuff, and meeting people is so FUN! I always think "Why wouldn't someone want me to do these things? Who doesn't want to financially support my self aggrandizement?" The answer to the latter question: my friends and family. Apparently they think I'm just too cool as it is and don't need any more friends or hobbies. Gee, thanks, guys!
What I really hope to get this year are some decent headphones. And not the $100 mamma-jammas that everyone in my Manhattan office sports, just some ones that sound good and maybe have an external volume control. Pamper gifts are good too, as I'm too broke and busy to ever take myself for a massage or facial. And no matter how hardcore the girl, we all like relaxing little jaunts where other girls service us (ahem, PG, of coarse.). Guaranteed.
Oh and in the event that my ridiculously rich future husband is reading this: a Canon GL2 would be awesome :)
This year L-Boogie asks for a new job, one particularly that doesn't eat her soul. I know also that she likes books. Yep, another book-horder. In fact, the two of us have decided on several occasions that it is just too dangerous to actually GO IN a bookstore. Laura's less literate side asks for a bottle of Jack and anything- I mean ANYTHING- from Babeland. I didn't really have much scratch this year to play with, seeing as that there is no such thing as a "permanent hire" in my industry, but I managed to get her a week long vacation to Reykjavik staying in one of the many ultra-chic hotels near the hot springs, complete with a weekend jaunt to Antwerp to check out some Euro-bash fashion parties. When you work as hard as this girl, you damn well better play hard too.
Wrecking-Rob claims to fucking hate Christmas (which is why we get along so well) and in turn doesn't ask for anything. But for an ethical consumer like himself he's easy to shop for, since he pretty much refuses to buy himself anything, and therefor doesn't have much. So, generally speaking you can get him ANYthing- as long as its sweat shop free. I happen to know he's dying for one of those LED marquis belts. (He runs New York, sucka, and needs his accessories to say so.) Also, technically being male, one can only assume that he'd be happy with some sort of rare-meat dinner and a beer.
Jenny is stuck in ho-hum Madrid for the holidays. (All that sun, all those tan, Latin men and fiestas. Oh drag.) Cake&icecream is going to be sure to welcome her back to tropical Brooklyn East Coast Style. With 40's and a verbal beating.
Ad for the rest of you, I'm playing it low-key, so you're all invited to the sushi and sake christmas-fest I'm throwing at my place. (Meat doesn't get rarer than raw!) Bring wine and come hungry. Tomorrow night at 8:30. Joyeux Noel!
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