In which Seanan smells like dirt.
Last night, Kate brought her newest assortment of BPAL imps to the Baja Fresh, where we turned the usual round of after-dinner chatter into an impromptu perfume party, much to the confusion of everyone at the tables around us. After some consideration of the available scents, I settled on Zombi, which is supposed to contain dried roses, various sorts of moss, and dirt.
Yes, dirt.
I put on the perfume.
The perfume promptly proceeded to smell like dirt.
"I smell like dirt!" I announced. Kate and Cat proceeded to sniff me. "You smell like dirt," they agreed. (GP, meanwhile, just sat back and enjoyed the fact that the three of us kept shucking clothing in order to find new surfaces to smear perfume on. His life, so very hard.)
Kate doused herself in Jailbait, and thus wound up smelling like a Candyland hooker -- I dubbed her 'Baby Blow, the Bubblegum Ho', and yet she's still speaking to me -- and Cat tried a variety of interesting-smelling things, while I? Continued to smell like dirt. Sweet dirt, and bizarrely appealing on me, but...dirt.
I don't know whether I want more of this or not.
Dirt!
Yes, dirt.
I put on the perfume.
The perfume promptly proceeded to smell like dirt.
"I smell like dirt!" I announced. Kate and Cat proceeded to sniff me. "You smell like dirt," they agreed. (GP, meanwhile, just sat back and enjoyed the fact that the three of us kept shucking clothing in order to find new surfaces to smear perfume on. His life, so very hard.)
Kate doused herself in Jailbait, and thus wound up smelling like a Candyland hooker -- I dubbed her 'Baby Blow, the Bubblegum Ho', and yet she's still speaking to me -- and Cat tried a variety of interesting-smelling things, while I? Continued to smell like dirt. Sweet dirt, and bizarrely appealing on me, but...dirt.
I don't know whether I want more of this or not.
Dirt!