GIRLS' NIGHT OUT

Out with Kristen all day... two malls, a gazillon stores, and we still got a couple of bucks left between the two of us. (Yay us!) Our day got off to a late start because of an emergency trip to the dentist, courtesy of me. I was shot up with Novocain, mangled by, drilled on, and criticized by my dentist. (I really oughta find a new dentist!) HE CALLED ME PRISSY!!!! Maybe I tend to be a bit picky when it comes to food, and I might be a tad overly concerned with my appearance, but that does NOT constitute being prissy! It's even worse when it's your dentist calling you that!!!

Either way, the Novocain wore off right as Kristen and I made it to Santa Anita's CPK. Yum... good stuff! The waiter even brought us tiramisu – on the house!!!! *SCORE* Over lunch, Kristen got mad at me for being picky with my food and stopped talking to me. Quote of the CENTURY: "You're stupid. Now serve me!" LOL, Kris is TOO funny! She also made me finish everything and lick the plates clean. I was so full! My stomach still hurts right now... Santa Anita turned out to be a total bust – didn't buy anything except food. But DID see old high school friends!

We skedaddled on over to Montebello to go boy-watching. Sadly, no Albert... but we did get in some X-mas shopping. You know you're in Montebello when you get cat-calls IN the mall; greetings like "Daaaamn, Ma!" and "OOooOOh, Mama, looking good!" (Quite different from the cat-calls received in SF and Downtown Berkeley.) Kris and I got a good laugh out of it all. And still... no Albert.

We came back home and ate dinner (yes, more food). Then we met up with the other ladies (Elaine, Gabs, Caroline, and Tracy) for a late showing of "Two Weeks Notice." I'm usually not the biggest fan of romantic flicks, but I have to admit, this one was pretty darn good. I guess we all relate to Lucy in some way. In my case, I AM Lucy, except I don't get Hugh Grant in the end. It's sad that I need a movie to tell me things about myself and why I'm not hooked up with Mr. Right. I guess Mrs. Wellenstein was dead-on when she was talking about going to the "Boyfriend Shop" to build your perfect man... sadly, it doesn't exist. Remember Jamie, marry the man, not the job...