after enormously delectable burgers at montana's, we trekked fashionably through a snowbank or two (or three) to value village. it's tradition to take the most ridiculous pictures there but of course secretly think we lead the most glamorous lives - rather incongruous with the grubby-dusted dressing cubicles and the glaring warehouse atmosphere. sadly, the best dress (award went to chantelle: white satin ribbing bursting out into a black satin stiffly short skirt with a large and glittering flower-anchor) remained unphotographed because of the toothy old value village employee, who yelled primly across the expanse of floor, between the amused, staring shoppers - "you could get sued for taking pictures, you know!" "And who's going to sue us, the lady who wore this dress last?" Danielle muttered under her breath. Really though, the last time we invoked our tradition of photography at value village, the employee laughed hysterically and gave us fashion tips. try this on for size. "Well then, I'M not going to buy these shoes after all," said Chantelle, who had been eying one pair of lightly pink sequined slippers. And she slipped into mine and Natalie's dressing room (we always share, back to back, poking each other with our elbows because of the small space) to take one last picture, with the flash off. But my favorite picture of the value village evening (besides the one I'm sworn not to post - let's just say it might involve a sort of pole dancing, but the person REALLY didn't mean to look THAT scandalous) could be this one. Mostly because Natalie looks like Cougar Mom Goes to the Office; Danielle is School Girl In Mourning; and Chantelle is At a New Year's Eve Party ("Dear, you're too young to wear that dress!" A shopper exclaimed. "What a coincidence - you're too old," Chantelle could have said, but didn't, because she's nice).
After VV, we crept out into the snowy night to examine Kyle's tunnel, because he put hours and days of work into that creation. Though we were too scared to crawl through, we praised it mightily, and fell in the snow 1 million 2 billion times trying to get out of the snowbank. We might have jumped and shoveled and laughed a bit too, as we cracked through the snow-glaze. And Danielle brought her umbrella for some reason, but when have we not made use of an available prop... I know that my mother will mention my hip in this picture and say something along the lines of "you are SUCH a poser and you CERTAINLY didn't get it from me!"
Inside, I turn up the heat (go figure) and we decorate valentine cookies, play truth or dare (but it's extremely boring because neither danielle and i dare, and after natalie pushed something along the floor with her nose, the game faded away) and discuss the next day's events. which include taking the 8:00 am bus to the mall, but if you know us at all you know that didn't happen. i shut off my alarm and slid sleepily back in my bed, but with one ear open for natalie. sure enough, ten minutes later she whispery croaks "Rachel, what do you think..." and she knows what I think, and we sleep in and take the noon bus.
best friends since childhood:
the next evening we choreograph a dance video. oh so tough, gruff, & rough. just see those holy jeans and the black eyes. in short we are drama queens, if you know what i mean, and if you know family force 5 than i think you do. well perhaps not as dramatic as all that, but we did up a darling dance of dramatics, and really, i think our dance moves are slick enough for the big time - ha! but if not, we fail so charmingly that forgiveness must be tentatively granted, with a hearty laugh. this picture is not from the dance, by the way, even though chantelle is swaying inside the closet, it's from the preparation portion of the evening - attitude must be worked into the very seams of clothes and face to pull anything off, hmm?
after the dancing drama (filmed in the 3rd floor's very own wing lounge) we simply moved over a step into the laundry room (another tradition) but at least twenty steps over in attitude to Manhattan's east side. perhaps not quite as dignified as that attitude calls for though... here chantelle and natalie model some very large sports bras in the true laundry spirit. 
best friends since college years....
If only we had pictures of the rest of the weekend... watching One Tree Hill and screaming together, making earrings, playing guitar hero (and finally, finally succeeding on hard), staying up til the wee hours and laughing hysterically... well... then there would be just too many pictures and who would want to read commentary on them except the eager participants?all in all, it was a lovely jam-packed weekend, with not a single thought of schoolwork. hopefully the bf visits again and soon!
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