sorry guys! diana’s been busy with food poisoning, and amber and rory have been busy having all the fun, so there hasn’t been a lot of posting round these parts lately…

amber and i found something we thought was hilarious at Cheap Thrills the other day. and those hilarious things are called “Inappropriately Tiny Vintage Hooter’s Tank Tops.”

not that this is something that the entire internet needs to know, but amber and i are not very well… padded, in the upper rib-cage area. this was a source of huge distress when i was in my mid teens, but at this point in life i honestly think it’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me. bra-less in the summer time? heck yes!

back to the story though. sorry.

we tried on said tank tops (which actually hung in a really flattering and not-exactly Whorish Thing In The World kind of way, due to the fact that we weren’t trying to squeeze small watermelons into them.) we giggled uncontrollably, purchased them, and snuck them back to the house for “surprise attack.”

last night while packing up to leave fayetteville, we picked out the most hussy-esque matching shorts and white shoes we could find in our luggage.

this morning we wore loose dresses over the Secret (Awesome) Outfits and said our goodbyes to jeannette and will. the three of us – me, amber and rory – stopped at a thrift store on the way out of town to drop off the last of the clothes that were left behind at the swap yesterday. rory sat unsuspecting in the car.

unsuspecting, until amber announced loudly on the sidewalk, “wow diana, it’s pretty muggy out today. maybe we should take off a few layers” and we tore our jumpers off in unison.

see, it’s totally anti-climactic when i tell the story in words. that’s why it’s so awesome that cameras were invented:

see, now THAT’S pretty darn funny.

rory’s reaction was great. pretty much exactly what we’d anticipated, right down to this:

i think this is what Spring Break looks like

but yeah, it’s all fun and games and we feel victoriously hilarious, until we fall asleep in the car on the long ride to austin, rory pulls over at a gas and home-made-candy (?!?!) station/shop in the middle of absolute nowhere, oklahoma, and amber and i run inside for a desperately-needed pee break – completely forgetting what we’re still wearing until it was way – way – too late.

rory took a picture of that too. note the less-than-enthusiastic smiles?

do you have any idea how hard it is to pay for your snacks with your arms crossed over your chest, the cashier sending you straight to hell with her eyeballs, and the full attention of every trucker at the gas station? how about i share this with you: don’t try it.