So today, I'm wearing 95 percent the same outfit as yesterday. Same pants, same shoes, same purse, same undershirt, same wet knob of hair.
I'm riding a hangover of a date at the gym, 3.5 miles on the treadmill, another 3 walking, around the south end, a relax in the sauna, venezuelan cuisine, peanut butter cookie sandwich with chocolate frosting center, the trashiest episode of GG yet, some hilarious commentary and quite a bit of giggling, some Top Model action, and it's too late to take the T home.
So I fulfilled my childhood wish of having a midweek sleepover with friends. B was kind enough to loan me a new sweater, but I'm basically rockin' in two day old clothes.
Today is the new yesterday.
PS. Happy birthday Julie! 25 is so OLD. Well, until I join you in exactly a month. Then 25 is just hip.
PPS. Just fulfilled Kendall/Rachel's life goal: I got us tickets to the Tyra Banks show next week in NYC. I think I know just where to go to get some chic urban wear.