The following is an excerpt from an extended text conversation between Cathy Benavides and myself. I needed help with an outfit for a family wedding. It should be noted that Cathy is a fashionista, and I am—well, clearly not.
And… scene.
The Blind Leading the Blinder
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I’m laying in bed reading this post on my iphone at 1:16am, sniffling from a cold or allergies from hell, and scaring my cats with my laughing. And yet I still wonder who’s more pathetic.
Well, colds clear up eventually, but this level of clumsiness and bad luck lasts a lifetime. :)
This is freaking hilarious! How does one lock oneself in a bathroom stall? Seriously. I won’t be able to sleep until I understand this.
Makes me glad my idea of dressing up is wearing a shirt without holes in it.
You’ve got the right idea, girl. I should’ve worn jeans. As far as the bathroom goes, the lock got stuck for about 60 harrowing seconds. Part of me thought it was funny, and part of me wondered how long it would take anyone to notice.
Uh-oh. I think we’re related.
How is it that I was not alerted to the presence of this post?? That was a fun day wasn’t it?? My sister was in the car with me and she was like “can Ilene not figure out her own wardrobe?” and I believe I said “she can, but she likes it better when I do it for her….. .so I can take the fall when things go terribly wrong.” That’s what good friends are for……. whore.
No idea. You are the wind beneath my wings!