If you haven't seen this film, you need to get your butt to a theater fast. The Artist is a silent film set in the roaring twenties which I appropriately saw at The Drexel. I was instantly enthralled with the glamour of the era; I left wishing that I could sport rouge, fringe, and a finger roll-wavy coif and tap dance my way everywhere. I also fell in love with the significantly older French star.
Aside from seeing this, this weekend's activities included but were not limited to
- running a 17-miler with 45 mph gusting winds on Saturday morning
- destroying an orange vodka-spiked lime slushie and some tatertachos dirty and vegan-style at Dirty Frank's
- making raw protein Tagalongs and curried pumpkin quinoa soup. Yes, Tagalongs as in Girl Scout cookies. Stay tuned for the deets.
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