i should be doing homework, but of course all i want to do is talk about leah, and with comments being left begging me to, well, how can i resist?
so, we got home and leah, of course, loves my apartment. i would be nervous about any friend who didn't. we decide the recipie for the night is rarebit, even though she works at a fondue restaurant. i feel like it's already been too long, like i'm going to forget so much. i wizzed through the time at home when i was starting to type this before g came over last night. but today, as i was reheating the beerspiked cheese sauce, i remebered this conversation:
c: so, do you have a preferance regarding your potato skins?
l: (stops, considers.) um, yes.
c: really? is your preference with skins or without?
l: with, please.
this is not merely to show her good taste in choosing skins. it's also a lovely little example of choosing- jamie just posted about this. there are so many people who would say no, not have an opinion. leah would never say, "you aren't peeling those are you? cause i hate that." but she stops to see if she has a preference, and when she discovers she does, she voices it. we love that.
while we ate dinner, she looked through pictures of mine. hundreds of them, and she showed no signs of stopping. and she made all these appropriate comments:
on g: "she's very sexy. i can understand why you're sweet on her." (isn't that the cutest phrase? sweet on? i'm charmed.)
on marty: "What! he's so OLD! but your mom does look happy. man. he does look like woody allen."
on me dressed up: "oh my goodness, caitlin, look at you, you're so beautiful."
this inspires me- we should totally get dressed up tonight. i wear my righteous babes halter, velvet suit jacket from germany, blue satin skirt, fishnets, boots. she wears these sexy pants, and this amazing shirt: cap sleeves that ruffled at the hem, rouching on the bust to make the front a vneck, and the back was a perfect curve outlining her tatoo. her tatoo is right where i want mine to be. both beth and g are done with school now. we'll see if this gets me a design any faster. anyway, i'm all, it's totally a night for fasle eyelashes. and she says, "oh yes. we totally should wear eyelashes." i think she meant it as a colaborative we, but i took it as a literal we- did she want the black glitter or the purple lamé pair? she backpedals a bit, says maybe she'll try them on, but she doesn't think she can wear them out. and she does try them on- the thin black ones with the glitter. we discover she can only wink her right eye, and i apply the left one for her. it's amazing how much easier it is to do to someone else than to yourself. ok go's you're so damn hot is playing on itunes as i write this. it's so appropriate. they looked fabulous on her. and SHE WORE THEM OUT. ! . Can you believe it? i think this is amazing and beautiful. i, of course, will wear just about anything anywhere, but for all of my friends, i can't convince them ever that this fashion choice is a good one. occasionally i can persuade g. but mairee or ch or a? forget about it. but leah? she said, "i think false eyelashes are part of my pilgrimage." i think it's an incredible honor to be the first stop on someone's pilgrimage.
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