As some of you know, although I live in MT, and prior to MT was in NY (where I met the lovely Mizz Stephenson), I am really a southern belle (ha) that hails from Atlanta.
When I lived there in my rockstar days after college, my BBF (Susan Storey, now Hildreth, thanks to me dating her husband's brother; yes I took one for the team) and I lived near midtown - where there happened to be a higher gay population. Well one night this crazy MF went around setting all the cute pink houses on fire.. guess he wasn't comfy with his own sexuality and was acting out. Just so happened that a friend of ours, David Drexler, lived in a pink house. And it just so happened that his very annoying girlfriend from Boca Raton had just moved in.
I will never forget David telling us the story... as he awoke to the panicked call of his friend telling him to get out quick, David grabbed his cat and a photo album and made for the dark hallway, only to trip and fall flat on his face. He and annoying girlfriend made it outside after much confusion, and he asked what all that sh*t was in the hallway .... HER GUCCI and PRADA bags! All 10 of them, lined up ready to be freaking rescued.
I am grateful of two things: 1) David's house wasn't blown up, and 2) He immediately broke up with her after that incident.
And me? Well, I do get a touch of bag envy when I see someones bag matching their shoes and all that, but then I am like, "I would rather have a horse than a bag collection."
You?
Off to ride... literally - Jen
Posted by: melanie | June 09, 2006 at 08:16 AM