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| Girl with the pearl earring |
| 02.24.05 (6:34 pm) [edit] |
Actually it wasn't a pearl earring. It was one of those plastic thingies you buy at the drugstore that looks like a pearl but is just too perfectly round and white to be the real thing and so everybody within a square-galaxy knows that it's fake but you wear it anyway because it makes you look classy. Phew! Long and convoluted sentences make me thirsty. Be right back from the refridgerator...Back! Right, where was I?
Mel and I did the girls' day out thing today. Mel is Bud's ex-girlfriend who I am fast becoming friends with. After she broke up with Bud last week, I was sick to my stomach worrying that we wouldn't be friends anymore but she called me over the weekend and dissolved all my fears. No, I'm not a lesbian, and if you were hoping that I would end this blog with "It took every ounce of resolve in me to take my tongue out of her mouth," you'll be sadly disappointed. This was just about two girls hanging out. No lesbian spank inferno. No catfights. No deception. No private insults masked under seemingly innocuous comments like "That skirt really makes you look slimmer." We just went shopping, watched a movie - Assault on Precinct 13 - at the cinema, and then she drove me around the Valley, pointing out landmarks and the like.
Shopping was fun, mostly involving several pairs of uncomfortable shoes which we put back. I could tell the store clerks hated us. I like shoe shopping because invariably they will have it in my size (8.5 M) and shoes never make you feel fat. Speaking of feeling fat, I told her about the time I went to Express when I was my fattest and noticed that they didn't have anything on the racks bigger than a size 10. When I asked if they had anything in a 14 I was told by some snotty twig that they kept that stuff either in the back or behind the counter. I have decided never to return to that store, even though I really like their stuff.
The movie was less fun. Assault on Precinct 13 was a by the numbers cop thriller that would have kept you on the edge of your seat if they hadn't employed every single suspense thriller cliche - the emasculated, depressed, tortured, pill-popping cop faces a crisis and all of a sudden grows some balls, seeks redemption, becomes buddies with the arch-criminal, is betrayed by an old friend, meanwhile enjoying a budding romance with his shrink. I'm glad we waited to see this at the dollar theater. The only bad thing about the dollar theater is not only does your feet stick to the floor but your ass sticks to seat because the laws about public sanitation are really just guidelines.
Anyway, the tour around the Valley was the best bit, mostly because she kept telling me what she and Bud did here and there one time or another. It felt like she was exercising some demons as she described the park where they used to hang out at night or their favorite restaurant. I guess she didn't figure it might be a little awkward for me when she talked about my brother, her recent ex. I just said "Really", "Oh yeah" and "You're kidding" a lot. Odd thing is that whenever I was like "Bud's such a jerk/slob/idiot" she would defend him vehemently, like it wasn't his fault that he broke up with her over the phone and is a complete asshat when it comes to the rules of dating. I mean, he took her to "their favorite restaurant" on Valentine's Day, only it turned out to the be fave restaurant of his previous girlfriend. Whoopsie! All this she was willing to overlook and forgive. I just wanted to shake her and say "It's okay to be mad at him or to hate him!"
Hopefully she will get over him because, frankly speaking, in my brother's current state of immaturity, she's way too good for him. May be he'll be ready for a nice girl in another 5 years. Right now, he's all about chasing boobies.
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posted by: jennirae269 (reply)
post date: 02.24.05 (6:41 pm)
It's good that you didn't loose her friendship during the breakup. Sounds like she may not have wanted to break up though. How old is your brother anyway?
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 02.24.05 (10:19 pm)
Reply to: jennirae269
He's too old to be acting this immature. He's 30.
posted by: jennirae269 (reply)
post date: 02.24.05 (11:16 pm)
Reply to: dangerkitty
Yeah, 30 is definitely too old to be acting that way!
posted by: EvilEye (reply)
post date: 02.25.05 (11:57 am)
I hate going into stores and the biggest pant size they have is like a 5. It's ridiculous...not everybody's anorexic you know! Makes me feel so fat when I can't find my size.
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 02.26.05 (11:36 pm)
Reply to: Godsmack
Yes, death to the twiggies!
posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 02.26.05 (11:37 pm)
Reply to: EvilEye
That always happens to me especially when the thing I want is on sale.
posted by: ehansen (reply)
post date: 02.28.05 (9:43 am)
smilar experience with "larger" clothes at Forever 21. My sister is like a size 12 and we were looking for grad dresses and I asked the clerk if they had anything in normal size ranges and she looked my sister up and down and said "We don't carry anything in her size" So even though I love their clothes and they are relatively inexpensive I won't be going back there again.
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