NEWLOVE

Rena met me at K-Lo’s today and brought over the bridesmaid dresses.

She made me try mine on in front of her. I guess I’m not as good at diplomacy as I had previously thought.

Only a thin, Brazilian he/she on Santa Monica Boulevard in big, clear, plastic platform heals and blue eyeshadow would ever have worn this dress in 1975 for his/her Cleveland Browns Football Dance Team try-outs.

It’s made out of lycra. It looks like a big-mama bathing suit! I mean, I’m all about recycling but, c’mon! This is ridiculous. AND ORANGE!

“Wicked” was a great book. Just finished it today. I wish Brad and I would have gone to see it when we were in New York for Thanksgiving last year.

I think Celeste gave my number to the owner of the magazine where she works. The owner called me last night and left me a message on my voicemail telling me to call her to discuss a possible position opening. Apparently they need more editors in the style and beauty departments. There’s no way they’d pay me enough to work there. Next!

(It’s too bad. I’d love a writing job.)