West Coast Visit

Kelly's and my old roommate from senior year of college came to visit New York over the weekend. I don't keep in touch with many people from college, so he filled us in on some good gossip. Like, oh I don't know, that one of our other female roommates is now a MAN. Named Tristan. I mean can gossip get any better than that? Answer: no. It is the perfect tidbit to carry around because it is shocking and funny, but ultimately a positive thing in Ta-er-Tristan's life. So you don't even feel bad about gossiping!

Here is a picture of us from over the weekend:

I wish I had a picture of the three of us at college, because then I could illustrate my point that we all look exactly the same. Except Kelly, who is the queen of changing and adapting and looking hot with eye makeup. So me and Jason look the same. Something about me remains pretty much the same no matter how much I grow and mature and change my hair. Ha ha, that was a joke because I haven't changed my hair since getting rid of the bangs and perm from 7th grade. Well, once I had sorta short hair, but Willow was the only one who liked that. But anyway, it was a relief for me to see Jason had also not changed. He looked great! He was even wearing a shirt he owned in college. Ah. See, this is one way to not age.

Jason also scored major points when he mentioned he was staying at the Hudson and had run into Malan from Project Runway. Oh man! I thought it wasn't going to get better than a gender change, but NO, Jason had to pull out the My-Hotel-Is-Staffed-By-Odd-Reality-Television-Stars card. My excitement level for something like this would usually be around a 10, but toss in a half bottle of wine and my head just exploded. I laid out many detailed plans about how he was to approach Malan and what he was to say and how many photos he was to take and where to send these photos (to me). I haven't heard back on Malan Watch, so I'm guessing it seemed like less of a good idea to attack the poor Malan-Breton-From-Taiwan when he got back to the hotel and was no longer held hostage my my wine-induced fervor. His loss. I mean, OUR loss, but I really think it would have made his NY experience authentic if he'd indulged in a little inappropriate stalking.