stuff and nonsense
Yesterday I went over to my friend Luciana's apartment in North Portland to try on potential dresses for the big bday blowout this Saturday. I decided that I needed a statement frock of some kind. I want to feel like a pretty princess and enjoy feeling like the center of attention, rather than deflecting the attention to someone nearby, which is what I usually do when someone starts making a fuss over me.
Luciana is half Brazilian and half Puerto Rican, which means she has the world's most gorgeous skin and an amazing body. I was sure none of her dresses would fit me. She has all of these fancy things because her mom won't stop buying them for her. She's the pop music critic for the Oregonian, but she's like me...she never goes out unless she really has to. She said, "My closet makes it look like I have a WAY more glamorous life than I actually do." She had a beaded flapper-ish dress, where the fringe comes down the legs, and when you twirl or swish a little, the beads on the fringe hit each other and it makes a great noise, like when you walk through a beaded curtain. I got it on and before it was even zipped, Lu was like, "Oh my God, that is IT, you're SO wearing that dress!" The straps are a little loose, because I am not built like a normal adult woman, but they can easily be pinned or something.
That finished, we walked down her street to get yummy $1 tacos in the back of a Mexican grocery. They were SO good. Then we went looking in some thrift stores, Going shopping like that with a girlfriend is a rare treat. And then it was home to Kelly, and the rest of the evening was lovely.
Today I get my hair did. Tomorrow is my performance for Backfence.
On to the nonsense:
Below is a picture of some of the girls who used to torment me back in grade school. Now we're all Facebook 'friends', we pretend that they never conspired to make me as miserable as possible. O Karma, you cruel mistresss....how I love you so.
From left to right: Jennifer Scher, who was SUCH a bitch; Stacey Morell, who was my best friend until she turned everyone in the 6th grade against me; Doreen Silio, who was a big ol whore but now has found God; Joan Martin, who never really did anything bad to me but wasn't really nice either; and Debbie Riebe, who clearly still suffers from the anorexia (and, from the looks of it, tanorexia) that got her hospitalized in high school. Seriously evil girl, she was.
So they all basically look terrible as they hit their 40th years. Meanwhile, I've never looked better, so FUCK THEM. Hee hee.
I know, I know. But you have to let me enjoy this just a little bit. :)