So Friday night I went over to Sundry’s house for an impromptu sleepover. I packed all my very nicest silk negligees and my very pointiest feather mules and spent the evening gazing coquettishly into her eyes and making all sorts of naughty double-entendres. Then all of a sudden, after we’d spent some time painting out toenails with long, luscious strokes, big buckets of water fell out of the sky and onto our heaving bosoms. We ran around the living room shrieking girlishly and then had a tickle fight. Then the camera went all soft focus, and, well…you can imagine. It was wonderful.

What really happened was that I went over there already in my pajamas and with a big bag of delicious treats courtesy of Trader Joe’s. We arranged all manner of cheese-oriented comestibles and proceeded to howl in most unladylike fashions over the comic stylings of Eddie Izzard, whom neither of us knew about until we started reading journals that mentioned him. We talked and talked for the rest of the night and then woke up in the morning and talked some more, went to the mall, talked there, went to lunch, talked there, came back to her place, and watched Pirates of the Caribbean, which I’d only seen once before, and which I can say I hadn’t ever truly seen because I hadn’t seen it with my girl Sundry. You need friends who will scream and laugh and cry and jump up and down and re-play that part where he caresses the knob (yes! The knob!) of the steering wheel of the sailing ship in a manner that can only be described as titillating, lascivious, and also very hot.

Also, we went to Sephora, where I wandered around touching everything and, I’m sure, horrifying the very nice salesladies. When I spilled some sort of smelly lotion all down my pants and was wailing for a tissue to clean myself up with, Sundry took one look, cracked up, and went “Okay, I know you don’t know much about makeup, but this is ridiculous.”

My de facto New Year’s Resolution was to be the part of me that has more fun, more of the time, if that makes any sense. It was nice to feel that I was following through on that by hanging out with my buddy in the most satisfyingly girly way possible. I have to make resolutions like that more often. Next year, in 2005: I Resolve To Eat Delicious Food. 2006 Resolution: To Become A Rock Star In Attitude If Not So Much Professionally. 2007: Amp Up The Boy-Craziness. I am brilliant. Best resolutions ever.

Also, Sundry made me a marble magnet that has my little ampersand logo on it. Can you feature it? Aren’t you jealous? Don’t you wish you’d been there?

Posted on February 2nd, 2004 by Chiara
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