The perfect night


This post is brought to you by Florence and the Machine.

The day is finally upon us. We have made all the preparations and this night should go without a hitch, er well actually, there is one kind of hitch that is perfectly acceptable.

Cantante and I have gotten our outfits, courtesy of the sixteen year old who eyed us unappreciatively at Nordstrom. We even got our make up done in the MAC counter by Cruella DeVille while listening to French trance music. I was a little apprehensive, the last time a MAC girl gave me a make over I looked a little like Brittney Murphy in Spun.  I ended up looking okay but Cantante looked a little like a hooker and were not talking Julia Roberts hooker.

Nordstroms, New Moon, Team Edward

Bitch Please, He's my Edward


I hold on to certain items for a long time in the hopes that perhaps I would pass them on to my daughter that hasn’t been conceived yet. Because that is a great way to spend my time. I have the scarf a friend gave me when I moved down to Arizona with the Hubby. I have the tank top I was wearing when Hubby proposed. The shirt from No Doubt with Cantante. Toby Tyler’s Alpha Chi Omega bid day shirt. Sentimental things, for a sentimental person. And now I will add to my collection the Eclipse night. Because it’s that big. As my little brother (The Mon) hates when I say, “Shit just got real.”

Yes, we're twins with fabulous hair.

So now that we have our killer outfits we are going to arriving at 6:30 to watch Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse all in a row. I can’t decide if I want to smuggle a turkey sandwich or a meatball sub in my Betsy Johnson mega purse. (Don’t worry I took out the dead body.)

We’ll fight tooth and nail to get three seats together since Momma Mia wants to meet us for the midnight showing after her second nap of the night. I have been training to be a Kali fighter in case some bitch gets all up in my grill over Team Edward/Team Jacob.
 Although I haven’t yet contact the Guinness book of World Records, I am fairly sure I am the worlds fastest pee-er. It’s a gift really. I have all my bathroom breaks planned out.
  1. When Jacob and Bella walk on the beach, because really, we already know that shit, man.
  2. Any time during New Moon. Okay maybe not.
  3. So that gives me When Mike, Bella and Jacob go to the movies. (As long as I’m back by the time Jacob calls Mike a Marshmallow)
Outfits courtesy of Brass Plum. Bitches.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s