I'm so useless when it comes to blowdrying my hair. I suspect I may be a little dim, because everyone else seems able to manage the whole 'switch on dryer, point at head' routine that constantly eludes me. Either my hand is too limp-wristed and wobbly, and the effort needed to hold a kilo of plastic upright defeats me (I blame my ham-shaped triceps) or I burn a fifty-cent piece sized hole into my scalp. You can almost hear Yakity Sax playing every time I pick up the dryer

My boy Benny knows those feels

Disasters aside, I normally get bored after standing in my bathroom for an entire frigging hour and go to sleep with wet hair.

UNTIL I STARTED USING THE BEST HAIRDRYER EVER, THAT IS!

And yes, the all-caps are necessary, you guise. This is srs bsnss, fo reals.

Good grief, has this post ever been a long time coming. I first bought a few Revlon Just Bitten Kissable Balm Stains (WHAT is with the long name?) when I was in Hawaii mid-last year, swatched them, swatched some other lip balm crayons for comparison, then just kinda forgot about them. 


Like, not forget forget, but I'd figured that the blogosphere had maybe already heard enough about these bright little rod o' colour and I just kept on using mine, plus a few more I picked up from Priceline during that epic buy one, get one free sale they had.

This has been a busy, stupid, crazy week, and I'm pretty sure the only thing that could save it right now is a FRIDAY NIGHT DANCE PARTY!

WITH YOUR HOST AND MY MOVIE STAR HUSBAND, PAUL RUDD!

Normally I don't cover blogger events for a few different reasons, because not everyone can attend, sometimes it feels like humble-bragging and because I'm positive my computer is jelly of me hanging out with real live people instead of the interwebs for a change.

However, I'm telling y'all about the recent meet-up, because I organised it! And people came, and it wasn't at all like that recurring dream I have where no-one comes to my birthday party and also I've forgotten to wear clothes. Success!

High on life coffee

We met at The InterContinental Sydney's Cafe Opera for their unique High Coffee service in the private Rotunda Room, and pored over the huge menu (read here). And yes, they bring out every single item listed!




I've tried the High Coffee before for my day job (reviewed here) and was totally blown away by the sheer amount and quality of delicious treats served. I knew that my fellow bloggers are just as invested in jamming pastries into their mouths as I am, and thought High Coffee would be perfect for our next debriefing ("debriefing"). 

CAN'T LISTEN, MUST INSTAGRAM!

There was a mix of new and old faces, all equipped with cameras, phones and #bbhc, and not even my Matt Preston masticating impersonation (I don't even want to say what auto-correct tried to change that to!) could turn us off the multiple courses of sandwiches, pies, cakes, pastries, chocolate crepes, waffles, sorbet omg there's so much food. 









And the coffee! THERE WAS A LOT OF COFFEE! I'm split between the cafe freddo and the espresso martini for my favourite caffeinated beverage as they were both so good.







A note - there is a bit of coffee involved, so some of the girls who are sensitive to caffeine or had already had a few coffees that day were a bit...peppy afterwards.

Recap of caffeine introducing itself to my bloodstream

High Coffee is $55 per person (we received a discount) and in my opinion, the hands down best afternoon set menu in Sydney (and you better believe I know my pastries), for quality, generosity of serves and fanciness factor.

I'll be linking event recaps from the other gals below, check them out for a second opinion and some drool-worthy photos that weren't taken from a shaky iPhone (I really need a camera).
Danimezza
Fashion Fantabulous
The Ladida
Through My Looking Glass