I did. I was so, so cynical, guys. But someone asked me to try a selfie stick so I did. My first exposure was at a bachelorette party. Why should someone stand back and take a photo of everyone else when they can just be in it? And at the subsequent wedding that followed, we found ourselves at it again - in the Church, in the parking lot, at the reception. We were selfie sticking all over!
And... I liked it.
And I'm spoiled now. SelfieOnAstick.com is the leading selfie stick provider and has been featured with Vogue as well as the Steve Harvey Show. (Have you seen it? It's surprisingly delightful!) You'll also notice some celebs using it like Ansel Elgort, the Biebs and even a certain family of famous sisters on E! whose names I'll never mention on this blog (they're my Voldemort). They're affiliated with top brands as well -- a testimony to the quality of the product -- like Nordstrom, QVC, Madame Tussaud's, and Old Navy, among others.
I mean, as soon as I opened the box, I was selfie-ing. Look at what a nerd I am....
Or as my friend Danielle says, you need not only Selfie. It is also an excellent spy tool. But I'll leave that to devious people like her. ;)
It's really so easy to use and some models are even bluetooth enabled so you can click your pics with a little remote control. COME ON! I love gadgets and that's a fun gadget.
Can I hold out my camera and try to squeeze people into a selfie the old-fashioned way? Sure. And then I'll probably end up with a close-up of my nose.... But it's a fun activity for a group. I swear when you pull out the selfie stick, people just start jumping into your photos and then you end up laughing and posing for a whole series.
I think that it's easy to use is also what makes it so addicting. If you'll just pardon my very technical jargony terms here, 1. You just stick your phone in the clamp, which is adjustable for any size phone, 2. You plug a little cord into the headphone jack and then poof! All set. 3. There is a little button on the handle for all the selfie-taking your heart desires. It's like crack, I tell you.
At the end of the day, it's hard to cling to my cynicism when it's just so damned fun to use, so surprisingly convenient, and incredibly affordable. You can buy one straight from the company's website where it comes in a multitude of colors in a few model variations (i.e. the remote control).
Seriously. Don't judge until you've tried it -- try it and you'll be a believer.
Disclosure: I was provided with a selfie stick in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are my own. I'm a true selfie stick convert.
I was on my way home from a late meeting and realized it was nearing 8 PM and I'd not had dinner yet. I had zero desire to cook (this is usually the case) and felt like some good, comforting soup would be the perfect, easy meal because I suspected I'd be in bed not long after (this did not turn out to be the case because I ultimately had to do some more work).
I stopped at my local supermarket for a container of "to go" soup. There wasn't a lot left but I settled on tomato, which is always a go-to for comfort food, right? I grabbed that and some Triscuits, which would have been it, but at the self check-out area, there was a display of all the Coca-Cola products that now come in those little aluminum bottles. I thought back to a couple weekends ago when I felt a little nauseous and wished I'd had some Sprite in the house -- so I grabbed a couple aluminum bottles of Sprite.
The drive home from the market is very short and again, I was very tired. I put my grocery bag up front with me, on the passenger seat, held tight by my heavy purse next to it.
When I got home and unloaded my bag, I was upset to see a small puddle of tomato soup on my passenger seat. I lifted my reusable grocery bag over my head (you know, so the soup could drip onto my face - I was HANGRY) but couldn't even figure out where the leak was coming from.
Then sank in my utter anger and I'm not gonna lie - I burst into tears. I love my car and I take pretty good care of it so this just devastated me. Compounded by tiredness and what not, I just cried.
I went to my trunk to see if I had a towel or something - I did not. I thought about the kleenex in my purse -- useless for this. It would soak up nothing. BUT WAIT! I had it. An emergency maxi pad I threw in the glove box like three months ago and forgot about. I mean... they're absorbent, right? If nothing else, it's what they're for, right?
On top of which, I realized I had the Sprite! Which is totally like seltzer. And that removes stains... I'm such a genius. My car would be clean in a jiffy.
So.... enter one of my neighbors, walking up from their own car, and there I am. Purse and groceries on the ground, me bent over into the car, using a dab of Sprite and giving my front seat a gentle pat down with a maxi pad. Frankly, I'm surprised she only paused for a moment and kept going. I would have instagrammed a photo.
You can laugh, but when I got into my car this morning, nary a stain could be seen.
You might recall that I was hoping to pay a visit to The Corner Door.
And so I did.
So listen up, guys. Because this is important to me.
Everything about The Corner Door is delicious and wonderful. From the neighborhood to the staff to the food on down.
But don't go there.
The cocktails my friend and I enjoyed were sweet but not too sweet. We had a a "Topless Mermaid" which is composed of vodka, pineapple, banana rose, blue curacao and lime, as well as a "House French 75" which has gin, lillet rose, lemon, sugar, peach bitters and sparkling wine. They were served quite chilled and were very refreshing.
But you need not concern yourself with these divine libations.
To start, we had the French Fries "Carbonade," which I'd previously called out in my blog. As I told the server, I could live in this bowl of ridiculousness. It's HANDS DOWN, the best french fry dish I've ever had. Crispy spuds topped with beer-braised beef, farmhouse cheese and a roasted garlic aioli made of garlic, Dijon, egg yolks, malt vinegar, and garlic oil.
It's amazing but you don't want it. Even if you had it, you'd be so full you couldn't enjoy anything else so don't even bother, I say.
*At this point in writing the blog post, I had to take a moment.*
You definitely don't want the Brussels Sprouts.
With apologies to my friend, I happily ate most of them. It was a shameful thing to do so I ask you not to stand in the same position. I must warn you against ordering the tasty dish.
Moving on from there, we had absurdly good entrees. The lobster and shrimp bolognese with squid ink capellini as well as a braised short rib special -- the meat just fell onto my fork and melted in my mouth with every bite.
Terrible. Stuffing my belly this way. A real crime. Don't even think about doing it to yourself.
And whatever you do, don't ask to sit in Patrick's section. You'll end up falling in love with him and who needs a broken heart? Plus, he'll talk you into ordering dessert, even when you're full, and you'll end up with something atrocious like sticky toffee pudding.
Just look at it. Taunting me from deep in it's lair.
That bastard. I ate every single bite just to spite it. They won't beat me at The Corner Door.
You see, the food is wonderful, the environment warm and inviting and the people are friendly.
But it's a fairly small place. And I want to go back there so really, do me a favor and don't go there. If you all go, then it will be harder for me to get a seat. You'll only end up eating all their delicious eats too quickly, getting a nice buzz off their hand crafted cocktails or great wine list. You'll end up spending too much on their small plates. I'm doing you a favor guys. Let me take this one for the team.
I will keep going to The Corner Door so you don't have to.
Located 12477 Washington Blvd. in Culver City (Be careful with your maps app cause there's also a 12477 Washington in Whittier. Let's not even get into how I know that....)