Jenni took us to this event to corrupt us (“I wanna corrupt you girls!” and she left her phone behind. We went out to the Chelsea Piers where it was snowing to a boat called “The Frying Pan.” Crazy guest-listed event. We thought, is this really happening? I think, after all, that’s why we came to this city. Because this is where your lips turn black from the black vodka and at the end of the night you’re wearing underpants, fishnets, combat boots and a trench while begging for a cab in a blizzard. Our coats flapped behind us like stupid wings, like stupid black hearts, like real hearts, like love when it happens.
That was Saturday night.
Look at how me and Lauren do the same things in different contexts:
Friday night was….LAINEY’S BIRTHDAY!!! Everything made us laugh. We also both had an accident earlier (at the tanning booth) called (going tanning).
Lo and I went to Jane for Valentine’s Day, dressed up as a power lesbian couple. Blazers, collars, the works, the costume of the day was Bette Porter. Our gay waiter was a cutie and one of the best V-Days I’ve had in a while, even though my date met up with her boyfriend after.
I had some doozies in college, like the one Natalie and I spent crying in CVS or the time Christyne and I threw conversation hearts at boys from the roof (but then Scot came in to surprise me, like that proverbial white night. It was warm there, i liked it, it was magical thinking…)
I’m reading that book now: The Year of Magical Thinking.
At two o’clock today, I decided I wasn’t certain I could do any more work.
Then I opened almost all of the mail.
I love Macromedia
Matty is getting evicted. I don’t know what to do for him.