miss sixty

another fabulous friday (note the sarcasm, as it is grey and drizzly outside). principal x yelled at me today that the children shall not get on the bleachers; of course she has noticed before i have that a boy has climbed up to the top. this always happens.

tonight i am going out. it's not as cool or posh or jet set as NY but it is Chicago. my planned attire: lovely fitting miss sixty jeans. sans tanga or undergarment of any kind. yes, they are that comfortable AND formfitting so anything underneath would just get in the way. ha ha ha the pleasure of going commando is keeping that little secret to yourself but ... oops. i'm sure there are no more than two people who read this at the most so it's still kind of keeping it. oh yeah never mind a top - i haven't figured that out yet so i have decided to go topless. in fact i don't even know where we're going, just that it is friend of friend T's birthday and we're celebrating it downtown.

Let's review: the last time i went out in chicago, i was also wearing the sixtys sans undergarment. i saw a guy that i knew just by looking at him that he was from another country. he turned out to be from france. i honestly wasn't looking to attract him, i just wanted to know where he was from. and i was tipsy so i was being silly and speaking to him in spanish. he says to me, "i have to tell you though that i have a girlfriend." and I reply, "oh i wasn't trying to hit on you, i just wanted to know where you were from." then he begins his (i'm guessing) french manner of flirty comments throughout the ensuing small talk. for example, we discover that both of us were in BsAs in 2001. I say, "oh maybe we were at the same place at the same time!" "I would have remembered such a beautiful face," he replies. the first french person i have encountered in a social situation that hasn't insulted me on some level.

i am asking myself now: do i have a point with this post? the answer is, not really. except that tonight i will try to have confidence in the fact that i am INTERESTING, and not the fact that i am one of the few who can pull off size 25 miss sixty jeans without overflowing. Although the sad thing is that this has always given me confidence. i could dress ugly and let my interesting-ness shine for me....

no i don't think so; being thin in a fat world is my alcohol.