I had off on work on Monday. Leigh and I went shopping for a hearing aid that would subtly allow us to conceal our hearing impairment! Why look hearing impaired when you can like like a DOUCHE instead? Haha.
...but the glove is attached to the clutch so that it's impossible for you to put it down and lose it! Haha. The internets is amazing, I typed "clutch with attached glove" into Google and the first result was an article that told me this was designed by Alexander McQueen.
A couple levels later, Leigh came home and modeled her (fashion shorts!) and an clutch she had just gotten. It looks like she's wearing a glove and holding the clutch...
...then you put the strip on your nose. It has some sort of sticky glue stuff on it. When it dries, it fastens to the all the gunk stuck in your pores. When you pull the strip off, it pulls out all the blackheads and if you look at the strip closely afterwards you can see hundreds of them standing up like grody little stalagmites!
Late on Saturday night I got an iChat video invite from Leigh. She and Geordon were DJing some huge mega party (in Barcelona?) and had their laptop facing the crowd - so when I accepted the video chat, I was immediately teleported into the midst of thousands of people going apeshit at some huge dance party. Hahaha. Then they turned the camera back around into the DJ booth.
Leigh was out of traveling when we got Maddy and we'd been sending her puppy pics while she was on the road. When she got back in town three weeks later, she was excited to meet the little bean.
On Monday afternoon I went out with Leigh and on the way to see her brand new apartment she was getting ready to move into we noticed that the magazine store on her new corner featured a magazine in their window with Leigh on the cover! Incognito!
OMG. Back in the day, Leigh used to be out late every single weeknight in the Lower East Side - so much so that she became friends with some of the garbage men that had that route and they used to give her and her roommate Jessica rides home to make sure they got home safely. Haha. We got out of Lawrence's party and when a garbage truck passed us, Leigh hailed it like a taxi AND THE GUY STOPPED. Hahaha. Let's hear it for free rides!
I can't really drink until it's dark out (I don't know why!). But luckily, it was already dark outside at 5pm in December, plus The Annex doesn't have any windows (it's like a casino in there) so we all started getting our drinky drink on. Mer and Leigh.
On Wednesday night I went over to the new New Museum on Bowery for some art opening party that Leigh was hosting. There was a huge line around the block outside, but baby girl came downstairs and escorted me in. Awww, fwiends. On the elevator ride up to the top floor, we made faces in the mirror behind the crowd.
Later that night we went across the street to visit Greg who was djing at Bowery Electric. We brought along a sprouty lil' bulb of garlic that we found in Leigh's fridge. He was sorta steenky!
I walked into the kitchen and Leigh was turned sideways trying to hide the veggie chicken nuggets she'd just heated up. When I asked her, "Well, well, what do we have here?"
The ladies sat down and I was like "Ok, everyone show off your tits!" Sarah and Leigh didn't fall for it! (I love how Leigh is laughing and Sarah is predicting that both Jenne and Leigh would fall for it).
Take two! Right after I took this photo, I showed Jenne and she was like "WHAT? That's terrible!" At first I thought she was talking about being the only one falling for the ol' "show off yer tits" trick, but she told me "I don't care about that - I care about the fact that the shadow from my shirt where my thighs come together make it look like I have a HIGH WIDE THIGH-VAGINE!" Which we decided can also be called "a low-pussy."
Awwww, me and my favorite NJ-ladies! In order to show some home-state pride, we decided that we were going to try to spell out N.J. with our bodies. After that not working at all...
...we asked ourselves what we could spell out with three letters to represent NJ. How about EWR? (Newark's airport code!). Hahaha. We reviewed this photo and decided that while Sarah nailed her "E," Leigh and I definitely needed to tighten up our sloppy WR situation.
Yodle's old offices were located on 39th St and 8th Ave. On Tuesday afternoon I was headed back to the office after lunch and I noticed a certain familiar someone on the giant GAP billboard that they'd recently put up...
Awww, nappy-nap time! Nothing is funnier than trying to be really quiet around sleeping people that you're kind of fucking with and after I took this photo we were both laughing hysterically but also trying to be as silent as possible.
Check out the truck parked right outside of the bar! I asked Leigh and Karen to strike sexy, slutty-girls-in-an-automotive-calendar poses and this is what they came up with. YES!
