My Experience Going to a Casting for The Bachelor/The Bachelorette

Well Bachelor Nation (yes…that is an actual term for groupies of the show), next week Rachel Lindsay chooses her guy, and her journey will end. As for me…well I had my own Bachelor/Bachelorette experience.

Last week, castings for the show were held in Houston (!) at the downtown Aquarium; because nothing says “love” like the smell of fish tanks, mixed with champagne, and hundreds of single people. One of my best friends passed on the message, and honestly it took me less than half a second to decide to go. (It takes me longer to decide whether or not to wear a light gray top, or another shade of a light gray top.)

Now I know what you’re thinking—that show is so awful—like BEYOND awful. Why?! This, I will not deny. For the record, everyone knows I’m a fan, and I also did not go in with the intention of getting casted—it was more of a social experiment. Basically, it came down to, why the hell not? Which was one of my answers to an interview question.

Let me just say, I was super curious to find out what this was all about. I’d never gone to a casting before…clearly. Even in junior high, the drama teacher would have done anything to cast me out of her adaptation of Snow White. (Ultimately, she felt sorry for me, and let me be the smallest dwarf—far far away—I’m talking like off the stage.)

I also wanted to see who would show up, how it worked, and what the whole experience would feel like. So, I grabbed my entourage—it consisted of my best friend and her husband, and went. If you’re wondering if I was nervous, the answer is, “no.” Honestly, I didn’t have any expectations (which could not be said for a lot of people in the room), so I just went through the whole process pretty nonchalantly.

As soon as we walked in, my first impression was, “whoa.” Please note that this is just my observation–but there was hardly any diversity in the room. I’m talking across all boards–girls/boys, various ethnic backgrounds, ages, etc. During the 2 ½ hours that I was there, not a single Indian or Asian girl walked in. Being Indian myself, it would have been nice to see that. Maybe they had come earlier? I can’t really tell because it had been going on for 2 ½ hours before I got there.

Yes, the show is all sorts of bizarre, it has always lacked diversity (until Rachel Lindsay fabulously broke that), and I can’t imagine a weirder way to find love–but there are still people from all backgrounds, who are hopeful, and would like a chance on the show. I really think that after being on-air for 15 (geez!) years, the show really needs to step it up, and learn how to appeal to all people. (Yup…definitely not getting casted now.)

Putting that aside, there were some really sweet people, others who were also there for fun, ones that were 100% completely serious about it, some were checking out the “competition,” and I’m pretty sure there were a few people who ended up going to dinner together (smart move). There was also a “hypemom” buying rounds for her daughter and friends…perhaps…?

The process was long. I had to wait in line for an hour to get my photo taken. I can’t imagine how cute those photos could even be, considering you had to hold a white board with your name and phone number—mug shot style.

While in line, I had to fill out a six-page application. SIX pages. (I’m surprised I didn’t have to fill out a HIPAA form.) It basically asked me to hand over my life, while wondering if I liked dogs, drinking, and dancing—the only 3 D’s you need in life. Kidding. Seriously though, it asked questions about dating, marriage, divorce, the type of guy I wanted (for all of this season’s Bachelorette fans, I took one for the team, and wrote down “Peter Kraus”), what I liked to drink (not kidding here), hobbies, etc. Where it asked why you got a divorce—it gave only two lines…come on now. (Not that I have gone through one, but I can’t imagine two lines is enough!)

After waiting in chairs for another hour, I was called in to meet a casting member. She was incredibly sweet, and I got to wear a mic. Which actually made me feel super cool! The whole interview was video taped and lasted about 5 minutes. She asked me basic questions—what I liked to do, what dating has been like (HA…HA…HA), and why I wanted to be on the show. Nothing too fancy.

That was it—I did it!

I am definitely not getting casted for this thing, but the whole experience of going was kind of cool, and I’m so glad I went—it actually turned out to be a fun time. While so many of us (me included) scroll through online dating apps, in the comfort of our own homes—judging each person we swipe by. This is a completely different ball game.

Here, you are putting yourself out there, in an unfamiliar setting, where you get video taped and judged by casting members and producers—who knows who is going to see you! I really have to give props to every single person who went. (Though, I’m sure there were some sneaky people with not so good intentions that go through.) It takes a little courage to do something like this. It may not be everyone’s favorite show, and it can be ridiculous, but you were hopeful, and you went. That still shows something. Also, you never know…

Oh and here’s me doing the “whoo girl,” as I walk into the interview room…

Double Buns

It’s been sweltering here the last few weeks, and honestly I can’t be bothered to let my hair down all that much. For the most part, it’s been a bun, French braid(s), or this double twist/bun do.

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Note: I decided to turn this into a mini-tutorial after taking these images, so hopefully my steps below make sense!

First start by sectioning your hair down the middle (I can never get this exactly right, so I just hold each section to see if they “feel” the same), and then spray a dry shampoo onto each section. (Dry shampoo is optional, but it helps with the styling. I use Not Your Mother’s Clean Freak Dry Shampoo.)

Starting from the top of the head (right where the middle part starts), take a small chunk of hair and twist it back a couple of times, then continue to grab small sections of hair and add it to the twist, and twist it back again.

Once you have twisted all of your hair in that section, wrap it into a bun, and secure it with bobby pins. I actually have to first pin it down with a couple of pins, then place a small elastic band over the bun, and then continue to pin it down with open and closed bobby pins.

I would say, “That’s it!” but it actually took a little practice before I eventually got the hang of it. It’s definitely worth trying if you want a different updo every now and then.

The belt here is actually a guitar strap my cousin brought me from Chile. Since I barely play the guitar these days, I really wanted to use the strap because I love the colors. I wasn’t sure where to add it into my apartment décor, but found a way to incorporate it into my wardrobe. I’ve worn it like this, and even with a simple gray t-shirt tucked into high-waist blue jeans, and heels.

I hear it someone’s birthday tomorrow…Happy Fourth of July!

Why I Don’t Mind Going to the Movies Alone

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So I don’t have to share my box of Sour Patch Kids with anyone! Kidding…sort of.

A few weeks ago, right before the Olympics started, I took myself out to watch Café Society. Which was enjoyable, but definitely not one of my favorite Woody Allen movies (Midnight in Paris…sigh). It could have been way better if it weren’t for Kristen Stewart playing one of the main characters. She has absolutely no chemistry with anyone who is warm-blooded. It’s like she’s still a vampire.

Half-way through it, I was a bit relieved to see Blake Lively pop up in a pretty decent role (but still, nothing beats Serena Van der Woodsen).

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To wrap my head around this whole Ryan Lochte fiasco (if you know me, I was like his #1 fan, so this is a huge disappointment), and to fill that Olympic void, I went to go see Don’t Think Twice the other day. Now, that was a great movie!

Anyone who has ever dealt with flailing in their careers or trying to find some kind of purpose, is going to appreciate this movie. It’s one of those “all-feels” movies, where you’re happy, sad, heart-warmed, content, and inspired—all at the same time. Plus, it helps you see what a great group of friends can do for you. I definitely recommend it. Seriously, Ira Glass (producer of the movie/winner at everything in life), can do no wrong.

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Sorry! I had no intent on turning this into a weird movie review–I’ll get back to the point now.

To be honest, I’m not quite sure why I don’t mind going to the movies alone. I’m perfectly content with what’s on Netflix or Hulu, and whatever bottle of wine I have at home. However, I tend to go after I’ve had a particularly stressful day and just want to relax—away from my apartment, or it happens to be a movie that many people may not want to see.

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For whatever reason, I just like to go—it’s kind of therapeutic. I feel better about things after I’ve gone, plus it makes a great date night, for one. I don’t have to dress up nor put on make-up. I can eat however much candy I want without anyone being there to judge me, and I can laugh as loud as I want. The biggest perk, I don’t have to sit across from some loser who is boring me to death. It’s kind of just fabulous!

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Dress: Ross (old) | Shoes: Charlotte Russe (old) | Velvet choker: ribbon from Joanne’s Fabrics

Where Did She Go?

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I cannot believe how long it has been since I posted anything here! The last time I did an actual style post–I had much shorter hair AND that was back in December. Ahhh!

The other week, I decided to go through my blog archives. Now this is going to sound weird, but I got a little bit jealous of my blogger-self from 5 years back. I know…who gets jealous of themselves?

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I used to post quite a bit–sometimes two or three times a week! I even went as far as posting recipes, and I am not a fan of the kitchen. Seriously, where did that blogger go?

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Honestly, I’m not sure if I will ever go back to being that blogger. Let’s just say, I’m feeling a bit more energized and inspired, so I’m here now.

I am ready to get some new content up, and I’m toying around with the idea of a blog name change. I’d also love to add guest bloggers. I’m not quite sure how that will actually play out, but I think it’d be a fun idea to look into! For now, it’s just baby steps and making more time to have a presence here.

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Over the last couple of years, I’ve become more conscious of what I’m putting into my closet, thus a lot of it hasn’t changed. But because of this, I’m always looking for new ways to pair the pieces that I have.

As a return to the blog, I thought I’d bring back two pieces that I’ve worn here before. I’ve always had fun styling this orange top (check out Bleeding Orange and Jackie O.), but the candy stripe shorts went with a simple gray shirt in the post, Girls at the Gym.

In the spirit of embracing summer, I thought it would be fun to pair the two, and throw in a red/orange lipstick (NARS Heat Wave)!

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Home “Remedies” (Because All Parents are Doctors)

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If you’re Indian (actually this probably applies to most people), when you came down with a cold as a kid, your parents most likely gave you some concoction of lemon, honey, and ginger. As you got older and experienced other sicknesses—flu, sinus infections, stomach virus, bronchitis, strep throat (things that clearly require antibiotics)—your parents still insisted that lemon, honey, and ginger was the answer.

Thanks to Udey, Mali and the auntie that threads my eyebrows, I’ve recently come to find out that castor oil will cure everything that lemon, honey, and ginger can’t. Say what?! Yes…the stuff used for constipation. By the way, I should tell you, my dad really thinks he’s a doctor. It’s what he actually wanted to be. So if he says it works…well we’re all supposed to believe it does.

For example, I’m in the midst of growing one of my eyebrows out because some other auntie botched it up months ago. I finally got an auntie who knew what she was doing (this is rare). She did them, I was happy and then told me to rub castor oil on the messed up one for a month and said the hair would grow back. Okay…

That same day I go to my parents’ house and my mom insists that I rub castor oil on this small bump I have on my neck (don’t worry, it’s just a deposit of fatty tissue…sexy). I have been to four doctors about this, they have all told me it will not go away, and I would need to have it surgically removed. However, Dr. Mali insists that castor oil will reduce it. Okay…

Later that day, I walk in to find my dad rubbing something onto his knees. He then proceeds to tell me, he’s rubbing…yeah you got it…castor oil to ease the joint pain. Okay…

Now I have to admit, I didn’t actually throw this idea out the window. For the past few weeks, I’ve been using it. Yes…I have. My mother is convinced that it’s working on my bump (I don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s because it isn’t inflamed that day), my dad insists his knees are better (he could be right, but I think it’s because he actually relaxed that day), as for my eyebrows—my hair is growing back (but isn’t that kind of what hair does?). I have yet to try it on any stomach issues, though.

So does this magical, mysterious, unicorn blood-infused oil actually work or is it just another weird home remedy of our parents? Seriously, I have no idea. I’m going to file it under “Windex Solves Everything” – Dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding and take a swig of lemon, honey, and ginger the next time I get pink eye.

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Girls at the Gym

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The other day, while I was at a yoga class, I realized that I have a few gym-related pet peeves, all centered around girls. Why is this? I’m all about #GIRLPOWER, but at the gym, I find some of them to be quite obnoxious. For example

1. A few months back, I built up the courage to venture to the front of a very popular Zumba class at my local gym. (By “front”, I mean 3rd row out of a 10 row class). Girls line up outside the door 30 minutes prior to class (yes, it really is that good), and then race in so that they can get to the front. Since I’m in the class before, I get to see this shit-show take place. It’s like a pack of hungry hyenas running to grab gazelle scraps. Most of them absolutely LOVE staring at themselves in the mirror and making pouty faces while dancing. From my usual place in the back, it’s quite entertaining. I never noticed the “social-gap” between the people in the front and those in the back until that day. It first started off with one girl yelling “Get out of my way! You’re in my spot!” to a new girl. Then continued to say that she couldn’t see herself in the mirror. (Ugh…if I was the mirror I wouldn’t want to see her). Poor new girl. Luckily, a nice girl allowed her to stand next to her in the front. To which the plastic huffed and puffed about, then turned around to ask us, “Did I do something wrong? Am I not right? AM I NOT RIGHT?!” Then I’m pretty sure she z-snapped us.

Also, before I knew it a group of much older women (who definitely come every week to release their inner-sexiness), somehow managed to dance their way into the teeny bit of space in front of me. How this happened, is beyond me. They even turned around and gave me dirty looks as if I had taken their assigned spot. Older women + their booties + death stares = I’m scared.

Not only that, I got yelled at a couple times by the girl behind me that said “You’re all up in my space. If you can’t keep up move to the back.” There was so much animosity the front, that I was eventually forced to the back and have never ventured up there again.

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2. There’s a girl in my Pilates class that comes in late every week and goes straight to the front of the class, next to the instructor. Then proceeds to pull out her cell phone and starts texting, surfing the web, answering e-mails, making phone calls, Instagramming, etc.—all the way through class. To make this even better, while doing the exercise she limply raises her leg or arm, while holding and staring at her phone. After that one set of exercises is done, she puts her phone down and then starts doing the poses that WE JUST DID, on purpose. She totally knows that while the instructor is teaching the next pose, everyone will be staring at her in the front. Therefore, she takes advantage of this time to show everyone how “awesome” she thinks she is at Pilates. WHY ARE YOU HERE? No one likes you…trust me.

3. The girl who places her yoga mat either RIGHT in front or RIGHT next to mine, every single week, and then proceeds to breathe extremely loud throughout class. Its common courtesy, in any yoga class, that you stagger the mats and place them a good distance away from each other. Not plop your butt down where you feel like it. Come on now…I actually care about yoga. I want to make sure I’m doing the poses right and you’re ruining my hour of Zen by breathing like a dinosaur in my space. Go away.

4. Girls that cake their make-up on for the gym. Like CAKE IT on. This is completely beyond me. One, you’re here to work out, not to win the Southern Belle Beauty Pageant. Two, you barely even exercise because you’re scared if you sweat, your mascara will drip down your face and make you look like a crack-addict. What is the point? Just wipe it off.

5. The girls who constantly strike a pose, after each and every single routine in Zumba. This isn’t drill team, no one is a football cheerleader, and this isn’t soul train. One or two times, after a really good song – I get it. But thinking you’re a Pussycat Doll – it’s just weird.

However, I’d like to give props to the girls who come in every week, try their hardest and are there for good reasons. I’m with ya – I don’t like them girls either. Ok, end rant.

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Double Trouble

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It’s only my favorite thing to get when I make a bee-line to any Nestle Toll House café—2 large chocolate chip cookies…wait for it…wait for it…WITH a big dollop of icing/cream in the middle. Oh yes…oh hell yes. I’m a sucker for sugary, mall food. Sometimes if I’m being a good girl, I’ll get the Lil’ Bit o’ Trouble—a much tinier version of the Double Trouble. I figure if I get one in the beginning, by the time I’m finished walking around the mall, I would have burned off the calories from it. My logic is pretty amazing guys.

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On to something that actually makes a bit more sense when it comes to the word “double”. Here I’ve taken the same two basic items—jean shorts and a stripe button-down shirt and shown how I’d wear them both casually and dressed up (or from day to night). Each outfit is comfortable and pretty darn easy to put together. All you need to amp up the day-time outfit is a blazer, heels and a statement necklace—that’s it. Let your hair down, add a red lip and you’re ready to go. I don’t think it can get any simpler than this.

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I really like the cut and material of the stripe top. Plus, it’s extremely versatile. I found it at H&M a little over a month ago. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find it online so I could supply you guys with a link. I’ve talked about American Eagle shorts in this post, but the one’s here were also a great find. These are bit more snug than the other ones but I really liked the wash and you can roll them up and down. You can find them here.

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Look at Dem’ Hot Pink Jeans

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It’s that weird time of the year again—the summer/fall transition—it’s back to school, the fashion-world is “craving” darker, fall colors (Why?), Starbucks telling us their pumpkin-spice products are coming out early (I have no words.) and I’ve seen people bust out their tall boots (Are you kidding me?). Why is there always this rush into fall? I mean, who doesn’t love patio-seating, sweat rolling down their backs, snow-cones, mosquitoes and crazy-bright colors that make people’s eyes hurt? No one. Come on now guys…there’s no rush. No rush.

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I for one, will not let this weird “OMG! I am SO ready for fall to be here!”-stuff get to me. This includes, rocking these blinding, hot pink pants until someone has to pry me out of them. Literally (they are kind of tight on me). So, I take a stand against maroon pants, boots and candy cane-peppermint mochas. (I’m just tough like that).

Also, for all you fall-time squash lovers that got excited when I said Starbucks is releasing their pumpkin spice line early…I’m not kidding, you can get it starting September 2. Happy Labor Day Weekend to you too!

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Change It Up?

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Hay…haaay! I’ve been taking a break from blogging. Let’s say it’s more like “conscious unblogging” (I’d like to thank Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin for that witty play-on words).

A few months back, the blog turned 3. I wrote a post talking about how the blog was here to stay, that I was still going to write in it…blah blah blah. I guess I’m a hypocrite because a few weeks ago, I considered stopping…all together. I have to admit, I’m a bit lost right now as to what I want to accomplish with it/where I want it to go. So, I’ve spent the last few weeks re-evaluating our relationship. To be honest, I still haven’t quite figured it out. However, I have realized that I miss it—I like having one.

I don’t have anything concrete decided upon—What is the focus? Should I get rid of content? What else can I write about that I enjoy? and of course, Am I going to keep it? However, I have been making a few changes:

    • creating side bar icons to access style, DIY, make-up and photography posts
    • the My Style icon will now connect to an archives page with every outfit that I’ve worn and update automatically so that I don’t have to do it (woo hoo!)
    • editing the content of my About Me and Wondering? pages to reflect my personality a bit more (I hadn’t changed those in over 3 years)

I have a couple of ideas brewing in my head, but incorporating them means focusing less or not at all on other content in the blog. So we’ll see. Again, nothing concrete. Let’s just say, that for now, I need a place where I can relay my awesome wit, express my hate for Instagrammed cappuccinos with hearts drawn in them and poke fun of myself. Now that my semi-break up from blogging is on hold, let’s see if we can reconnect.

Also, I’d like to apologize for the lack of creativity in this outfit. I don’t have too many new outfit pictures right now (I will next week) so here’s one from earlier this summer. I mean, the hat kind of spices things up, doesn’t it?

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 Blazer – Banana Republic, Hat and t-shirt – Target, Shorts – CR

Taco Bell to the Rescue

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If you look really closely—I have about 20 mosquito bites on my left leg. I locked myself out of my apartment for 4 hours this past Saturday. I waited in the heat—no phone, no money, with only a pair of super short night-time boxers with hearts on, a t-shirt (no bra) and a broom. The broom because I went to sweep the front patio and the self-locking door took over. However, I kept myself busy by sweeping, reading old magazines my roommate had thrown in our recycling bin, clearing up the patio, watering some dead plants, discovering a plate of slugs (ew) and taking a walk through the neighborhood. I had every intention of familiarizing myself with my new surroundings and I figured this was the perfect opportunity. (Even though, I got quite a few “she’s doing the walk of shame” stares). So not as unproductive as you would think and I’m sure my neighbors all “love” the weirdo living next door.

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I’d also like to thank Taco Bell for not only creating those awesome Fiery Doritos Locos Tacos but for also employing a great person who helped me track down my roommate, gave me a glass of water, let me use the restroom and told me “It’s OK sweetie, we ALL do stupid things”. Again, Taco Bell saves the day.

I hauled a large portion of my collection of shorts to my new place since it’s definitely spring/summer down here. These from American Eagle happen to be one of my favorite pairs since they are so versatile. I can roll them up or down (depending on how slutty I feel like being that day), wear them to the beach or out to drinks, just like this. Plus, they are a bit loose fitting, so they don’t hike up my butt when I walk (as A LOT of jean shorts do these days) and are just plain comfortable. Here’s a link to a similar pair: AE Boyfriend Short, in case you’re interested.

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