No Pressure. Just Like Getting Ready for a Blind Date with Fifteenish People

Did you feel a breeze yesterday coming from the west? It was SoCal doing the wave for BOSSY. I toyed with the idea of enlisting the USC marching band to spell out her name in big letters on the field of the Colosseum while playing Fleetwood Mac's Tusk, but I don't have any connections and I'm more of a UCLA gal, anyway. So, just like many cities in recent weeks, a bunch of Los Angeles bloggers got together for a very BOSSY welcome. BUT! Important decisions needed to be made first. Like: flat iron or curling iron? Dark rinse or stone wash jeans? I guess it really depends on the assless chaps. Boots, heels, or flats? Colorful or neutral shirt? Sweater or coat? Real bling or fashion jewelry? Which of the 40 purses will be the lucky accessory who's a lucky accessory coochie coo? I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard. I prefer to look like I walked into my closet and magic just happened. "Oh this? You like it really? No, I don't know. Just threw it together". Lies v. white lies let's not split hairs.

(She is i am bossy)

We met at a restaurant. I removed my camera from my bag and what evening isn't complete without me also flinging my feminine hygiene products on the floor? We plied BOSSY with more guacamole because this is California and that is what we do. Put avocados on stuff. There was red wine, jack and coke, and a two or several three margaritas. Some water and who ordered the iced tea? There was discussion of blogs and who writes what, and why, and how it all started, and how unappealing the word "blog" itself is. We talked about our kids, our families, John Cusack, and stuff like OMG you're in a band? I'd love to tell you more about what was discussed but OHMYGOODNESS I can't stop thinking about BOSSY'S skin! It's flawless. And dewy. And I spent a good portion of the evening trying to figure out if she has pores or not. When we moved from outside to inside our chairs were side by side and I was all, "here let me sit next to you so that I can stare at you some more and no this won't bother you at all and don't be alarmed if I dig deeper because I brought gloves". I'd also love to show you more of the pictures I took but these were the only ones that either weren't blurry beyond recognition, or that someone BOSSY wasn't blinking. And all that were taken with the flash lean very heavily towards suck.

(Above pictured left to right: Leahpeah, BOSSY, and her lovely host The Jason Show)

(Above is yours truly with the lovable JCK!)

And just so you're not left with wondering what the final outcome was...

• Flat iron
• Something in between stone wash and dark, whatever, they were Levi's
• Boots
• Colorful shirt
• Sweater? Coat? Neither
• Jewelry? Both
• Purse? Same ol' black leather bag because it was all "Dude. I'm with you everyday. You're gonna ditch me now? How you gonna play a pocketbook?"
• Assless chaps were 86'd