2004-11-06 || 4:48 p.m.
|| L.N. breakdown. ||
ladies night was weeks in the making, with emails and drunken plans and the need for serious girl time due to onslaught of impending relationships and boyfriends and our shared general inclination to collect boys as friends more so than the ladies. there were visions of slumberparty horrormovie scenes with pillow fights and lingerie and curlers and all that, singing along to leslie gore maybe, movie watching and sickly sweet cocktails and face masks and nail polish, maybe because it is so against our nature and there was a call for bonding by indulging in it. stereotypical girlness. just to see what it was like. then the boys started weaving their way into the plan. logistics and third wheels and best friends as boys. after a rapid cleaning of the house to provide a proper L.N. environment (vacuuming haystacks of cat hair in the event sleeping on the floor was called for) brian (who had a ticket to L.N. because he happens to live at L.N. headquarters and has a broad secret knowledge of self-beautification) and kelly and i had an impromptu photo sesh. 
collaborative factors include kelly's care-free underwear-clad exhibitionism, her third new haircut in a week and a newfound sense of hottness, brian's and my raving at her beauty, and my compulsive need to record everything by camera, written word, etc. alcohol, oddly enough, was not yet introduced at this point in the evening. photo sesh: kell in underwear. kell in underwear with jeans, desert belt, my high heels, and a tie. accessories: brian's bass. the wall heater. sunglasses. no shirt, mind you, but this is kelly. then it was brian's turn and there was a quick disrobing and a very fast albeit efficient shoot with said tie and black out glasses i was given when i got my pupils dilated (want so very much to post photos here but am fairly certain i would be murdered.). then there was a somewhat awkward group sesh with me in winter hat and wool scarf and i confess i got that little bit weird feeling when we all huddled together shirtless.
once the excitement of photo sesh scandal of '04 subsided, my ladies started showing up. and boys. it quickly became clear that the boys outnumbered girls for ladies night, and they rubbed it in with discussions of football and baseball. we countered with the serving of horrific blue and green and pink cocktails. there were drunken boggle to the death matches (i was beat. by a boy. by one point. i claim alcoholic hindering of boggle acumen) and wrestling and encore presentation of the oc for those who were able to wait in honor of L.N. (four out of six snuck it in thursday and paid the price with serious guilt trips) and the debate re: kelly osbourne (i am pro. i was the only one i think.). and. lesson to be learned: ladies night is much better with boys involved. and: every night is ladies night. also: blue hawaiian boone's farm + halloween candy/oreos = not very good idea, ladies night or no.
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