I'm pretty sure this means I'm famous.
This day started normally. I woke up, grabbed some coffee, checked my email, got dressed for work. I was heading into the office when I got a call from my friend DD, "Mai Tai! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE LUNCH WITH GRETCHEN AND SLADE TODAY GET READY I'M COMING TO GET YOU!!!"
The next thing I know I'm at the JW Marriott surrounded by women in mini skirts. And not just mini skirts. These mini skirts would make Barbie look amish, and which also, in the sitting position made me wonder way too much about hygiene and the general safety of chairs. Then again, I told DD that if I had a body like the girls that were there, I'd be walking around naked with nothing but neon lights flashing around my neck. So, really they were being conservative.
I loved being snapped out of my routine. It was like falling down Alice's rabbit hole. Only in this scenario the Treasure cat is exceedingly tan, all the creatures have boob jobs, and the tea cups are serving mimosas for ten dollars each.
Want to see pictures?
Don't tell, but we totally stood there like ding-dong groupies waiting to have our picture taken. Because duh, how else am I going to blog about it?! Notice the curly hair? That's for Erin. She's the Queen of Everything Cute. The other day I was telling her that I could never cut my hair short, because then people would notice that I need to lose twenty pounds. As it is, I'm TOTALLY camouflaged. Erin rocks, (and pulls off beautifully) a daring pixie cut. And she's writing a book called Autohairography. I read the intro to the first chapter yesterday, and can't wait till it's out. I love the concept, and that someone is articulating the strange messy love/hate relationship we all have with our hair.
But, back to Slade. Here he's thinking, "Where is that other girl in the mini skirt?"
There was another shot of me with my eyes open, but this one is way better. I love the palpable awkwardness, as if they were in the middle of an interview when we freakishly ambushed them. DD from behind, popping through the hand-to-knee love chain that Gretchen has built to reassure herself that it will be over soon. While Shelly politely obliges me as I mash my sleep-walking zombie body into the frame. Slade is still wondering where the hell those girls in the mini skirts went.
Framer.
Reader Comments (11)
Seriously out of touch.
In my books, you're far more famous than them anyway.
Chalkboard wall - what about a big fireplace?
The library in my town has a chalkboard wall. It's about ten different kinds of AWESOME. Kids LOVE It.
ps - love slade. i ran into the Countess (ya know NY Housewives) in February in NYC (i live here) and i totally gushed. she thought i was a freak. welcome to ny sistah!