CONFESSION | FEMME: I’ve got a neat little story about this dress. My dear friend, Trixie from Toronto, sent me a bunch of links to vintage dresses on ebay.com that she felt might suit me. I loved how serious and plaid this was (a dark sage green with black checks), the fact that it came with an adorable matching bolero and belt (to be pictured next time). It was only when I first put it on that I realized the fit was perfect! Trixie, it seems, has a real knack for this. Sizing a gal up and sizing a dress up and saying with certainty: This one. You need it. Get it. GET IT! A few things about tonight’s trip to Bourbon & Branch: I may or may not have been allowed behind the bar to mix things up a little. I may or may not have sampled at least a dozen odd cocktails in a two-hour length of time. I may or may not be in love! You’ll see when I post my favorites, because you will 100% absolutely want to try them.
CONFESSION | TOMBOY: I hate SF so much right now! $2K for an apartment with a bathroom smaller than our current liquor cabinet! WTF? The fog is making everyone demented in the city. 15-minute open houses! Yes, let me just drop everything, schlep during the busiest possible traffic hours to come see your miniature toilet! Fucking Polly Pocket couldn’t live there! Gah! (You do realize that B is just going to exploit this for her own gain, right? – SBJ)
Femme Confession: I’m in love with lots of things this weekend. I’m in love with my “rich girl red” manicure and pedicure. I’m in love with all-girl roller derby. I’m in love with my now-dead birdie ring (it didn’t make it past the post-roller derby dancing at The Cat Club). I’m in love with my tomboy and the pretty loverbird pendant my petite made me for Mother’s Day and the fancy new tripod that M got for me. I’m in love with the fiery roses they gave me and with Selby and Sarah for being such fabulous friends. I’m in love with San Francisco, as ever. I’m in love with the fact that M & I got to sip champs at the roller derby, of all places! Bonus on an already spectacular weekend chockfull of awesome. Here’s the tomboy…
Tomboy Confession: Volcom pinstripe slacks, English Laundry shirt (thoroughly inspected by the fem for quality of stitches), Banana Republic jacket, cool captain hat bought from The Hat Guys after some drunken expedition, riding BART back home (she is referring to the time some hipster douche stole her awesome jacket with our keys in it from the Rickshaw in…2006? We rang up a friend of mine and crashed at her house, watched Pride & Prejudice (BBC, of course) half-naked with her roommates shushing us until nearly dawn. The next morning we did a joint walk of indignant shamelessness to BART to get back home to our spare keys. It was pretty awesome, considering the circumstances). Kenneth Cole boots. True story: the guy who works at the liquor store on Folsom street has the same hat as me! We took a picture together! Hilarity. Roller Derby is fucking awesome! You want to go to there!
When: Sunday, August 3rd, 2008.
What (Femme): Pink crocheted bikini by Hot Kiss and pink snakeskin sandals by MaxStudio, making their first appearance on this blog, I believe. Orange crochet and polka dot dress by Bazei, with Dolce Vita black suede & satin wedge sandals. Feathered headband from Target!
What (Tomboy): Embroidered woven white plaid shirt by English Laundry, linen pants from Banana Republic.
Confession: Our second truly lazy day of vacation was spent entirely pool or beach side. God only knows what our drink tab was that day, but the fact that they traipsed through the sand to bring you daiquiris at the water’s edge was beautiful. At night, we decided to hunt coqui all over the resort grounds. We were unsuccessful, but many…interesting photos were taken in the process!
*M refused to let me put a photo of her wearing pool boy shorts on the internets, even though she looks superhot. You’ll just have to imagine it, kittens. Sorry!
