I am now Googling "how to scramble eggs" so that I don't starve tomorrow; and feeling tired (but wonderful) from a tiringly wonderful day.

So today was pretty much perfect.

Of course, as usual, the first event of the day got muddled slightly when something threw in a wrench. Di and Cara may not be mechanics; but damn can we work through problems.

So we spent a good part of the morning at the Club-- Cara curled up on sofa reading magazines, Di doing muaythai, then Cara hitting the gym, and Di shuffling up her university theatre major application.

I can't remember what we spent the time doing after, because by the time we got started on doing anything Proper (ie: meeting Lyn) properly, it was about 6 in the evening.

But whatever it was; it was nice. We had plans to hit up Chinatown and pretend to be German tourists

(Di: It'll be fun! We'll pretend to both be from Germany, and I'll speak German to you.

Cara: Di, problem.

Di: What problem?

Cara: I don't speak German!) ,

but that fell through because it started raining. Whiiiich was fine by us- we love the rain.

So we showered, eyelined... Di took an absolute eternity in the shower, as per, so I turned up the cuban music on the stereo and started shimmying around her room (dance of happiness and general everything-is-going-wonderfully-ness) and was almost caught midwiggle when her sister opened the door.

on the bright side: I HAVE NOT LOST MY TOUCH. OR MY ABILITY TO DO THE HIP ROLL. (which sounds like I have been suffering from prolonged obesity- but a hip roll is a bellydancing move, not a euphemism for lovehandles)

Claribel would be so proud.

-- and then we (finally) headed out on our jaunt, complete with harem pants and jingling hip threads (came with the pants) and bangles and smudged eyeliner; and swung by Sulin Serio@Tanglin instead. WOW is that woman a glamourpuss. I don't particularly want to live to see 52; but if I have to, I hope I look like that. If I run a shop like that, even better...only I'd probably end up snapping up all of my designs and converting the shop into my walk-in closet instead.

Sooooo we met Lyn.

I decided to ditch the fancy schmantz and just go to the usual place I go to for my piercings... which is this dinky little hole-in-the-wall shop selling tie dyed dresses and faux leather blazers and nautical buttons etc.

Lyn's eyes widened when I asked to get pierced, and sat down in the little wooden stool they have for that.

"People...are...milling around...and asking for sizes--- and you're just sitting there calmly getting pierced?!?!?!"

I love Lyn's pain-phobic histrionics. You'd have thought SHE was the one getting pierced.

Lyn: "Is she getting pierced now??"

*Lady angles gun*

Di: "yes."

Lyn: O_O "Can you hold my hand please!!"

I was laughing so hard, I was half-afraid they'd end up piercing my face or something.

So I got my traguses/tragi?/tragic? done, left right; and then we headed off to get Di her tongue piercing. Was v funny; Lyn blanched an absolute whiter shade of pale and for a moment there I was afraid she was going to pass out. She went around the rest of the night with a semi-permanent stricken look on her face.

Di was adorable!!! - I'm never going to let her live that one down.

Ironic, the whole initial German tourist plan-- because after her tongue piercing, her usual American accent became COMPLETELY German. "...en leetle beet of frensh en chinawuman", (trans: and a little bit of French and Chinawoman) added Di, when we told her this.

so Lyn and I went around the rest of the night with this little creature in rainbow tiedyed harem pants who sounded very strange and I kept trying to make her talk so I could giggle.

"ca-ah. i arhv ooh."

Me, knowing perfectly well she means "Cara, I Love You": "...what? what did you say, sorry?"

"i arhv ooh."

and I would just break out laughing; much to Di's annoyance.

"ooh ah tho ewil!!!!"

Such a beautiful, beautiful day with beautiful, beautiful people.

It is good to be alive.