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I went shopping with Silvia on Saturday after I had a really good session with my counselor.
We first went to lunch at the Elephant Bar where I was good and had the shrimp spring rolls instead of the steak sammich with the cheese and fried onion thingers like I really wanted, and I had a raspberry mojito which was very tasty but strangely lacking in booze, which was probably for the best anyway.
Then we walked down to Starbucks where I had a Very Tiny Vanilla Scone and resisted the Grande Mocha Carmel Calorie-Laden Coffee Drink, and then we went to Dillard's where I found the most awesome hat ever. It was Shocking Pink and it had a Shocking Pink flower and Shocking Pink feathers that bounced alluringly. I put it on and Silvia went into a fit of giggles because it looked so fucking fantastic on me. I looked fucking hawt. I looked fucking amazing. I wanted that hat more than I've ever wanted a fashion accessory in all my life. It was a $68.00 hat, and needless to say it's still at Dillard's and will probably never come home with me. Sadness, and woe.
As we were walking around the shoe department, we had the following conversation:
Me: I want to be a Fancy Girl. I want to wear Fancy Shoes and Fancy Clothes and smell like Fancy Perfume. I want to be a Fancy Girl with Poise.
Silvia: You have poise.
Me: I dunno. Maybe I have poise after a couple of martinis.
Silvia: No. That's not poise.
Me: Yeah, I guess it's not. More like latent sluttiness?
Silvia: Yes, probably. Definitely not poise.
We then wandered around and looked at all the fancy bras and squished them and fondled them and I was looking at the box of fake boobie inserts and wondered aloud as to how awkward it would be to have those in your bra and then you're getting it on with some boy and he takes off your bra and finds the fake boobie inserts and then you have to explain them and Silvia says "So you pull out the sock he has stuffed in his pants and make him explain that instead."
I love Silvia. I love shopping with Silvia. She makes me not feel like a bewb and she knows all about waiting for Things to go On Sale and tells me when something I pick out would not look good on me and is smart about make-up and accessories and pants. I love her. I want her to convince me to go back and buy that hat.
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We first went to lunch at the Elephant Bar where I was good and had the shrimp spring rolls instead of the steak sammich with the cheese and fried onion thingers like I really wanted, and I had a raspberry mojito which was very tasty but strangely lacking in booze, which was probably for the best anyway.
Then we walked down to Starbucks where I had a Very Tiny Vanilla Scone and resisted the Grande Mocha Carmel Calorie-Laden Coffee Drink, and then we went to Dillard's where I found the most awesome hat ever. It was Shocking Pink and it had a Shocking Pink flower and Shocking Pink feathers that bounced alluringly. I put it on and Silvia went into a fit of giggles because it looked so fucking fantastic on me. I looked fucking hawt. I looked fucking amazing. I wanted that hat more than I've ever wanted a fashion accessory in all my life. It was a $68.00 hat, and needless to say it's still at Dillard's and will probably never come home with me. Sadness, and woe.
As we were walking around the shoe department, we had the following conversation:
Me: I want to be a Fancy Girl. I want to wear Fancy Shoes and Fancy Clothes and smell like Fancy Perfume. I want to be a Fancy Girl with Poise.
Silvia: You have poise.
Me: I dunno. Maybe I have poise after a couple of martinis.
Silvia: No. That's not poise.
Me: Yeah, I guess it's not. More like latent sluttiness?
Silvia: Yes, probably. Definitely not poise.
We then wandered around and looked at all the fancy bras and squished them and fondled them and I was looking at the box of fake boobie inserts and wondered aloud as to how awkward it would be to have those in your bra and then you're getting it on with some boy and he takes off your bra and finds the fake boobie inserts and then you have to explain them and Silvia says "So you pull out the sock he has stuffed in his pants and make him explain that instead."
I love Silvia. I love shopping with Silvia. She makes me not feel like a bewb and she knows all about waiting for Things to go On Sale and tells me when something I pick out would not look good on me and is smart about make-up and accessories and pants. I love her. I want her to convince me to go back and buy that hat.
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