2002-03-01
"we're not 21 but the sooner we are the sooner the fun will begin, do get out your fake eyelashes and fake id's and new romances" The Dashboard Confessional.
Tonight Miss Anna and I leant the power of pearls and high heels.
*ahem* where to begin? It's all very very surreal as we sit here and write, with cups of tea and warm, porriage and creamed rice.
So we missed sekiden due to lousy student guilds of a certain university, a gross miscalulation on our part landed us with the option of either seeing eskimo joe (we had the ticket purely for the sekiden support) or something else.
we chose something else.
afer much candy and ado we choose to move into the valley, along the way their was the obligatory high heeled band aid pit stop, and here the fun began.
A rather nice looking italian man offers anna a band aid, we got to talking, and turns out he's a very wealthy international lawyer... and after much conversation it looks like he is joining us for the night.
Michiele fluent in Italian, English, Spanish and French, takes us out for cocktails and lounging of the cocktail kind all expenses paid.
for hours this lasted. He talks our ears off, and hushed looks are exchanged between bartenders.. 'who is this italian who is paying in one hundred dollar bills?' 'who are those girls'. mmm stolen glances over huge martini glasses, and you, girlie with the LV bag, you know you wanted in on it... yes. you did honey.
So we leave with handskakes and business cards, and promises of weekends away and trips to exotic locations.
and what do we do with the card now? maybe we sit on it for a week or two. It was all legit, thats the scary part, we saw it all, he knew it all.... it exists....
And it's really the most unlikely girls to happen to, sure we were listening to french caberat while dressing and that did have a LARGE influence over our attire.. perhaps that was it.
we did Marilyn proud. cause like she said, every baby needs a da-da daddy...
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