Making plans via email.
Me: So, do we want to reserve a hotel room for the [our sorority] anniversary? Just Friday and Saturday? Or, Thursday too?
X-Tina: I kind of think Friday and Saturday will be plenty...
NKlapp: But, when would we go to Tonic?
X-tina: Touché.
Trust me, girls. I still live in [College Town], and I can attest: YOU DO NOT WANT TO GO TO TONIC any more than you want a switchblade carving out your kidneys behind a dank, drippy stairwell. And that will happen. If you go to Tonic.
Sep 17th
CR: Please don't just invite my parents to [your] wedding and then talk about it in front of me.
KB: Hahahah, believe me, you will be there. In a black Chanel suit, smoking cigarettes and sipping gin in the back row, I'm sure.
CR: Ack, you make me sound 75.
KB: What? That's like what I want to be tomorrow.
Sep 16th
AEB: I know out of all the people I know, you can help me on this one: jean shorts rock.
CR: Where, oh where do I begin? Jean shorts are the peanut butter to my jelly, the Lucy to my Desi. They add a little bit of river rat to the sweetest, lightest, most innocent summer blouse. They bring an outfit to earth while simultaneously elevating one's legs, mood, self esteem. Whether cuffed or cut off, designer or heirloom, high-waisted or Daisy Duke, jean shorts give every girl that Lolita element - the confidence of knowing that no matter how prissy or chic the rest of her wardrobe, when she dons that tiny scrap of frayed denim, she is sex on legs, sipping a Bud Light, sucking a lollipop, peering out over the tops of her sunglasses, and begging the world, "Just try to ignore me in these."
AEB: You blog too much, CR. But I still love you.
Sep 3rd