Here's a movie line (from Notting Hill) that I didn't include in that other post, but which was stuck in my head Saturday morning as I prepared to go to the open house to meet Amy:
This is one of those key moments in life when it's possible to be really, genuinely cool and I'm going to fail just a hundred percent!
I wouldn't say that I failed a hundred percent. Maybe only 25%. Read on, dear Internet, and you make the call.
Melissa showed up at my house around 11:00 dressed casually and yet bearing cute tops and heels. She changed into one of these and, after inspecting my closet and finding nothing acceptable there, gave me her other top to wear. She told me to wear this with jeans and pointy-toed heels. I obeyed because I am fashion-impaired. Then, after hair and make-up and a stop at the liquor store for Grey Goose and juice, we were off!
Melissa's navigation system, Bianca, led us to Jennifer's house. Where we saw people sitting outside. Casually-dressed people. Realizing that we were way overdressed, we drove right on past and started heading back toward my house to change. Except Jennifer lives far north of me, and I-35, a.k.a. The Vortex of Traffic Doom, was packed even on a Saturday afternoon. It was nearing 1:00 and the party was scheduled to last until 2:00. What to do?
Target, as usual, came to the rescue.
Bianca found us a Target nearby and Melissa dropped me off at the door and then went to park and change in her car into her casual clothes. I made for the shoes to pick up some flip flops before realizing that the jeans that fit with the four inch heels were clearly just not going to work out with flip flops. I called Melissa who came in and started grabbing things off racks and tossing them at me so that mere minutes later I had a cute and casual new skirt and t-shirt, flip flops that Melissa grabbed while I was in the fitting room, and a new bra since the pink one I had on, showing through my new white shirt, was not going to make the statement I was hoping for. I changed in the car and we were off! Again!
Yes, Internet, I bought a whole new outfit because mine was ALL WRONG. And I really wasn't going to tell you that.
Ok, so we arrived at Jennifer's once again and people were no longer outside, but this time we took the extraordinary step of parking the car, getting out, and actually going into the house. Once inside, we met Jennifer, who was hosting and whose house is completely adorable. And then we met Amy herself. My first impression: she is teeny tiny. And then we started talking and Heather B. you could not have been more correct in your comment on Melissa's post. Which, for you lazy asses who can't be troubled to click on the link said, among other things:
She'll be one of the sweetest, least intimidating people that you will ever meet. I promise. And she's fun and funny and she actually is that pretty in real life.
All true. She was so not indimidating, in fact, that I even spoke some actual words, not merely in her presence but directly to her. We conversed, people. (This should not imply that I didn't spend 90% of the time sitting mutely while other people talked. I'm just saying that it wasn't the 100% that I had been anticipating.) And she did not seem freaked out at all by all of the Internet fan-people, although she did admit to wondering whether it would be awkward, what with it being a party full of socially maladjusted Internet people. (She was including herself in there - that sounded mean otherwise, didn't it?) And she let us take pictures so we could post them on our blogs with long and drooly posts. AND she said we should totally email her because we're, like, her people now. How sweet is that?
Really, Lori? You could buy a new outfit but not bother to de-frizz your hair?
Oh, and there were other nice people there too! Including Lisa, who really did bring tie-dyed pound cake (mmmm...) and jalepeno lemonade (right, as if I am not way too wussy to try that) and who told me that I look like Amy. Which, while not true at all, was still one of the nicest things anyone has said to me in a good long while.
And today I am again wearing my new Target shirt which I now realize that you can sort of see down. Awesome.