Guest Blog: Girlie Girl Goes to Boy Town

me: so i agreed to let my bschool friend and fellow blogger, lindy, to write a guest entry. i figured my friends can get to know my other friends. but i just forgot that she is way verbose (oooh, sat word). so i shrunk down the font a little. if you can get through it, enjoy! (and yes, you can write one too if you'd like.)

lindy:

Wow, do I feel special. I get to be a guest blogger! It’s akin to being some sort of famous author that has been invited to write a foreword for some new blockbuster best selling novel, except, I’m not a famous author, and Sauj’s blog isn’t a novel, nor is it a blockbuster best seller. Well I don’t know. Maybe you disagree w/ this last point. Oh btw, I’m not really sure if I was so much invited. It’s possible that may have kind of invited myself, I don’t know, it’s all semantics, who cares.

So, let’s see, I guess I can pretty much write about whatever I want. Let’s talk about this. Here we go. So last night was “girls’ night out.” You get dolled up, you tell your friend how “cute” they look, you giggle, you eat at a swanky restaurant and consume copious amounts of wine, you gossip, etc. etc. The single girls bitch and moan about being single and how there are no decent guys, some more than others, and by some I mean me, and the attached girls brainstorm possible set-ups. It’s all very nice and very sweet and lovely and very, umm, female.

It’s funny b/c it was in high contrast to my Friday afternoon, which I spent with several of my favorite boys: Popoff, Craig F. Sniffles, and Winnie. We had lunch at Juniors and then went and played golf. Yes, I do play golf, very badly I willingly add. My backswing looks ridiculous (well no as ridiculous as Winnie’s) and I somehow manage to get an occasional 10 on a par three course with holes that are like 10 yards long. But I’m digressing.

Anyway, I think I tend to be more of a girls’ girl; I’m pretty f’in prissy and I’m pretty much ok w/ that. But I love the change of pace that comes w/ being one of the boys once in a while. It’s just so different. We’re sitting at Juniors waiting for Joe (Winnie) to arrive. We see his car pull up. Popoff: “Ha. There’s Winnie. He looks stupid.” He didn’t look stupid, he looked perfectly normal. But I don’t think I’ve heard a girlfriend comment about another girlfriend like that. Note I’m indicating friendship. Anyway, on the golf course our conversation involved an extended discussion of alternate words for vagina (sorry I hope I’m not O-ffending), a debate of the word douchebag, and a series of bets involving Craig and eating non-food items. Craig picks up a little chunk of mud/grass and is like, “Dude, I’ll eat this for $5.” But he wants to see the money first. We pull out the money and he goes to eat it but then decides it “smells like poop” and he doesn’t eat it. I tried to get him to eat this one thing that looked like an acorn (a b-corn perhaps?) but that was a no-go. Then I picked up some sort of little pine needlish thing and was like “eat this.” Craig was like “Dude I’ll eat that for $1.” I upped the ante and said I’d buy him a slurpie as long as it was under $1.50. He ate it. I can’t recall the last time I was hanging out w/ a bunch of girls and placing bets on eating random pieces of shit off the ground. It’s something like being 10 again or something. I like it. And we capped off the afternoon with slurpies and magazine reading (or female cover model debating) at 7-11. The sad thing is I think there are lots of other details I’d like to share but I’ve forgotten them. Sucks dude.

So, the point here is that it’s good to have this balance b/t being all girlie and having occasional un-girlie time. And then there are some things that blend the two worlds together. Like this afternoon: I’m to yoga, w/ a friend, a guy friend…so that’s a nice little twist. Well then, on that note, I’ve probably out-written my welcome. Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime. In the meantime, you can always read the stuff that Saujin writes.

About Lindy: You may have seen a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Eva Longoria* driving around time in an adorable light blue VW Eos* lately. If so, that was probably Lindy!* Lindy lives in a newly renovated three bedroom townhouse on the Strand in Manhattan* that she just purchased with the help of her fabulous and handsome sugar daddy* who looks very similar to Jesse Metcalf*. Sugardaddy spends the night frequently* but of course, he comes to second in Lindy’s heart to her adorable and very lovable little mutt, Kirby*. Sara will graduate with highest honors* from UCLA Anderson this May, and will be working in brand management at Bottega Veneta* (which has just relocated to Santa Monica, CA*). Her base salary is $500,000* and her signing bonus is 10 Botega bags of her choice.*

*Indicates exaggeration and/or outright lie.