on our trip to monterey, erica and i discovered that we were both harboring a secret desire for lingerie. “garter belts,” we shrieked at each other in glee, “i must have one!”
for me this desire was brought on by 1) recently reading Micah, the newest Laurell K. Hamilton book about Anita Blake (vampire executioner and necromancer), and 2) wearing thigh high panty hose to an interview and wishing i had something sexy to hold them up with. this interview, mind, was on a high school campus which basically meant that i was shivering with ill-disguised desire the entire time. just think about how much more involved my fantasy life could be if i was wearing a garter belt.
i don’t know why erica wants one. hopefully her fantasy life does not involve her kindergarteners.
today we went to a boutique in berkeley where isabelle, a crazy accented foreigner, determined erica’s bra size and pushed her breasts around. i hid in a corner trying in vain to cling to the garter belt fantasy, which was hard in the face of the possibility of a stranger touching my chest.
but this is the age of the internet, not aquarius. and i will get a garter belt, i will, i will.