Veronica’s a betty
The fam and I went to a blowout all-day barbecue eatfest at my friend Kely’s this past Sunday, and I got to hang out with some of her neighborhood friends, very cool women with whom I felt instantly comfortable. The air was thick with Formerly vibes, in part because we all roughly the same age, but also because, to a one, these women were outrageously at ease with themselves, as we Formerlies tend to be, thank God for that. It took us about 90 seconds (and not a little sangria) to splay it all out there.
Veronica–one of a pair of identical twins who look exactly like Snow White would if the prince had knocked her up a couple of times and moved her to Queens and she found a really good facialist–told a story that totally hit home with me: Her girlfriend called her from a vacation and reported that, coincidentally, she’d just met a bunch of guys from the neighborhood in which Veronica grew up. Passing on a compliment, she told Veronica that they guys had said, “The C. twins? They were HOT.” (more…)
When stopped by the police for some small, non-lethal infraction, I used to be able to be at least hot enough or cute enough to get out of the ticket. Now, at 41, I’m not a dog, but I have to be much more… perky? cute? charismatic? Basically, I have to be a really good conversationalist. Oh, and taking responsibility never hurts either!
