An Old Flame Reignites! from Shallon Lester on Vimeo.

This heat makes me long for you. It sizzles back to life the fever I sweated out three 4th of Julys ago. Maybe it’s the World Cup. Maybe it’s the Celtics. Maybe the mortgage on our million dollar kiss is finally running out…

At last Thursday’s fete for Dockers, Klo and I met this chick who runs a website called “That Girl At The Party” who took a few snaps of us:

At first, because it was loud, I thought she said her site was called Black Girl At The Party, which would’ve been LOLZ in kind of a sad racist way.

PS our pants looked beyond awful. BEYOND. They’re for people with no fannies and son, I got me a brick house, ya heard?!

fashion victim from Shallon Lester on Vimeo.

Despite being in a sorority for 4 years, I have little to no clue how to do my own makeup. Thank God for beauty genius Michelle Larner, my go-to girl when it comes to gettin’ pretty.

She recently styled me for my Steppin’ Out magazine cover:

Foxy right? Wanna see more? Ok fine FINE don’t beg…

Don’t you want to just lick the monitor? I tried, it doesn’t really taste like much, trust me.

Michelle is also fabulous when it comes to eyelash extensions and spray tans, so check her out here or follow her on Twitter if you feel like being gorgeous!

Nikki, Klo and I hit up the Dockers/Habitat For Humanity “Wear The Pants” event at Ainsworth. It stuffed to the gills with hot male models trotting around in khakis, but the best part was they gave us free pants and even distressed them for us! Which really does save me a lot of time; I mean I’m very busy and important. I don’t have all day to roll around in gravel to get my Nantucket reds JUST the right amount of worn in.

(wanna know why i really like this picture? because nikki said she thinks she looks puerto rican, and now when i look at it ricky martin songs start playing in my head)

What’s long and hard and gets me excited?! Penises! Wait no, sorry, I was supposed to say “my new hockey stick” but I guess they’re both equally true.

My friends make fun of me for going home to Orange County so often and call me a baby. I tell them that I’ll tattle on them and pull their hair if they don’t leave me alone, then I show them pictures like this:

Glorious Laguna Beach, 10 minutes from where I grew up. I’m not trying to sound braggy (lie) but I can’t picture a more beautiful place. So next time you see me at JFK, mumbling about how I desperately need to lay in the sun and shop at Target, you’ll know where I’m headed.

Last night Nikki and I went to the premiere for the new Bravo show “Double Exposure” and sweet cracker sandwich were there a lot of drag queens there. And this is New York–drag queens aren’t out of the ordinary. But you’re never going to be the most popular girl at the party when you squeal “OMG it’s Naomi Campbell!” only to have someone point out that “Naomi” has an Adams apple. Fail.