Flowers, Rhythm, Romance & Robin Thicke
Okay, so 50% of this post might actually be useful. The other 50% is a public profession of my adoration for 1-800-FLOWERS and my newfound crush on Robin Thicke. Useful stuff first. As some of you know, I used to live in The Netherlands — home of the tulip. I love houseplants and fresh-cut, brightly-colored flowers. (Red, orange, purple and yellow tulips are my favorite springtime flowers.) Anyway, so, I’ve typically used 1-800-FLOWERS to send deliveries to random platonic friends. However, non-occasion / “just because” flowers are very sexy gifts for lovers, too. White Dendrobium Orchids are perfect for this time of year. I’m not a fan of red roses. Too trite. Calla lilies, nerine bowdenii, narcissus and Amaryllis are good choices. Last night’s party gift bag included an incredibly useful, AWESOME book called a “Year of Flowers” or something like that. TONS of useful advice about flowers. It’s at home. I’ll get it later and update this post with a link for more information. Speaking of last night’s party … THANK YOU to 1-800-FLOWERS for inviting me to their private little shindig Robin Thicke and 1-800-FLOWERS Present an Evening of Rhythm and Romance at Gibson Guitar Showroom. I almost didn’t go. Because, typically, when I get an invite that says “VIP” or “private”, I assume it means “we’re douches and we put words like ‘vip’ and ‘private’ on our invites so you and the other 8,000+ people attending will think you’re special.” Not the case with 1-800-FLOWERS. They honestly put on a killer, class act last night for a very tiny handful of people. I even met Jim McCann; he’s got a great sense of humor.
GOOFY LITTLE ME: Thanks. Seriously. This event was awesome!
AWESOME CEO DUDE: [joking] Oh, we do parties with Robin Thicke every night. You didn’t know? You must be on the wrong list.
Funny! :) LOVE THEM. What’s more? The gift bag was 500 shades of amazingness. Old-school style 8 X 10 glossy of Robin Thicke, free copy of his CD, chocolate, cookies, books, etc., etc. AND they fed us cute little heart-shaped sandwiches, champagne, strawberries and chocolate fondue??? When did 1-800-FLOWERS get so awesome?!?! Seriously, I think Robin Thicke loves them, too. At one point he actually clapped his hands and excitedly chanted: “Let’s hear it for 1-800-FLOWERS!!! HERCULES, HERCULES, HERCULES!!!” Fun party. Extra TV was there too, so you can watch his performance on the Extra Raw Channel. Last time I checked, they hadn’t posted the video yet. I’ll update the post with a link once it’s live. And, finally, of course, THANK YOU Robin Thicke for placing his sexy drop of deliciousness next to me. (I didn’t bring my camera, so the random fuzzy pics from last night are via my Blackberry.) Interestingly, he’s even MORE attractive in person. Hmmm …. I smell a new crush. ;)
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Credit paid: Image of flowers, Passionate Tulips by Jane Packer, appears online at 1-800-FLOWERS.
January 15th, 2009 at 1:17 pm
Too bad flowers are so expensive in the US compared to NL. When I’m in NL I often purchase them in the winter to brighten up the house, but I’d never do that in the US. Just too expensive!
January 15th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Does it mean I’m entirely too old if I have no idea who Robin Thicke is? Wait, on second thought, please don’t answer that.
January 15th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
how can i get invited to super cool events like this? ;)
i love fresh flowers in the house, but i agree they’re so darned expensive…
January 15th, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Thicke……
lamesabassman…… who dat…..
January 16th, 2009 at 5:56 am
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January 16th, 2009 at 1:23 pm
1-800-Flowers is good, but I usually use one of their competitors, the one who I did some early testing for when they first launched their site. You know, they gave me money, I give them some. If 1-800-Flowers would hirte me, I’d buy flowers from them. So there.
January 20th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
I was going to make an Alan Thicke joke here, but then I learned Robin Thicke is his son, so there’s no wit in it. Alas.
You people really missed out, too. It ended with the punchline “and a fistful of chest hair.”