2003-05-27 - 6:45 p.m.
Ain't nothin' but a G-string, bay-bee...
I wore a G-string yesterday. Yeah, so much excitement in my world. But this was my first major outing in VPL-less underwear, and I have to say, I finally understand what all the fuss is about. I had a bad experience with my first thong (perma-wedgie is so not for me), so I figured I’d try out the G-string. No, wait, not a G-string—this was a $5 Victoria’s Secret V-string. *ahem* Fabulous. No perma-wedgie. No VPL through my fantastic DKNY low-rise khakis. Oh, and this was a low-rise Victoria’s Secret V-string, so nothing showed. With my new, low-cut black t-shirt and brand new bowling-shoe-type Steve Maddens, I was fabulous.
Now I just have to master keeping the strings from getting twisted when using the loo.
Oh, was that TMI? So sorry.
Anyway. What was the occasion for this foray into fabulous fashion? A Memorial Day barbecue at the parents’ country club. Whoop-de-fuckin’-doo. Nah, it wasn’t so bad. I hung out with the old folks, who were generally trying to be funny (they’re a nice bunch, even if a couple of the women are weird), ate a hot dog (mmmm....hot dogs....) and did my duty as the daughter. Mom baked me an early birthday cake as a surprise, which was nice, and I got serenaded.
That barbecue was the culmination of a very relaxing long weekend. Not long enough, but then in two weeks I can sleep as late as I want to for a few days, so I won’t sweat it. I relaxed A LOT. Saturday was nice and slow, then Sunday I had lunch with booger and went shopping at the mall. Again, I hate the mall. Too many slow people. But I got shoes and t-shirts and lightbulbs and pajama bottoms (with cherries on them! How ironic is that?), so it was all good. Then yesterday I did laundry and lazed around until it was time to drive to Baltimore. A nice weekend. Uneventful. I like things like that.
So, now I’m gearing up for my 25th birthday. This will be a shitty birthday, but that’s OK. I have to do a concert, but I get cheese fries and a chocolate milkshake afterwards, hopefully. Too bad I can’t stand most of my friends right now. Last year, I got dinner at a wonderful restaurant and some fun sex for my birthday, but this year I’m waiting for my virginity to come back (everything closes up after a year, doesn’t it?). Oh, well. Maybe I’ll get lucky at the last minute.
But don’t put any money on that.
