Saturday I went out to lunch with divine ms. a, then I spent the afternoon in the back of a downtown stationary shop going through catalogs to help her pick out wedding invitations. At one point, I dropped one of the books, shoved my hand in the middle to catch it, and cut my fingers really bad, there was blood, it was nasty. sort of a symbolic if you ask me. anyway I had fun because I love thinking about page layouts... it's just like website design, really, it's art with a functional, technical purpose.
at night we got our boyfriends and went to pf chang's and it was a blast. oh... we actually had to wait for a table! in wichita, I know, wtf. but we waited at the bar drinking pear mojitos and it was only 45 minutes, and talked the whole time, and I felt fabulous and beautiful. I find that all sort of funny about my life now... how I really enjoyed the year I turned 18 and was afraid, leaving college for the summer after my freshman year, that the future wouldn't be as fun. what the hell was that about? I think I'd just written a lot of things off for myself then... I wasn't a girl who had friends to talk to, or a hot boyfriend who everyone adores. I didn't have the confidence to stand up straight in a crowd and make eye contact around the room. and there are all these things I was clueless about, like wine. seriously, being in your mid-20s is the best thing in the world, I'm a little tiffed that nobody wrote a memo about that in 1998.