Tuesday, April 19, 2005

My night with Dirty Holly

Dirty Holly is in town for the International Beauty Show and last night, I got to see her for the first time since last summer's Flamingo reunion.

Naturally, I was very excited about having DH to myself for a night, since this year's reunion is being turned upside down by weddings and babies and whatnot. Since we're the only two left that aren't married, and neither one of us is the marrying type or particularly interested in procreating, I think reunion planning will go off without a hitch starting next summer.

We met near my office and hopped the F train downtown. After dropping off her stuff and making ourselves pretty, we headed over to Discovery Wines, picked up a couple of bottles of red (I'm eagerly awaiting my migraine today) and then met Azee at Panna II where we stuffed ourselves and talked about boys and crafty stuff. And pumice. Lots of talk about pumice.

Turns out two bottles of wine was too much, particularly after the six bottles of wine consumed at Sunday night dinner. We left the restaurant tired, stuffed and loopy. Azee cabbed it home, and DH and I went back to the apartment to lie around and moan, and not in a sexy way, either. We decided to do the lying around on my bed, because that's where the laptop is when it's not on the floor and she wanted to check email and I wanted to show her Cindy from PA's hilarious comment on my Rachel Ray post, wherein she analyzes my Haterade consumption. After she was done, I showed her the boy who had written to me on Nerve, and we decided that yes, he's cute, and I should keep writing to him. Then she wanted to see my ad.

DH: That's a really good picture of you.

Me: Thanks.

DH: Your chin looks good.

Me: My chin?

DH: Yes. I've always admired your chin.

Me: Okay, freakshow.

DH: What? It's a nice chin.

Then we watched a little Law & Order: SVU and a little bit of Party Monster, that really terrible movie that I can't seem to not watch every time it's on. We both fell asleep. I had a weird dream about a boy I may or may not have a crush on. I haven't decided yet.