Perhaps more appropriately titled: Conversations with Jillian
Katie: I love that soap in the bathroom.
Jillian: What soap?
Katie: The apple hand soap. It smells so good.
Jillian: You mean the lotion? The one on the sink?
Katie: Yes, that one, but it’s hand soap. Not lotion.
Jillian: What?!? I covered my whole body in it when I got out of the shower! I was wondering why it didn’t really blend!
Jillian: Thirty is when you really become a woman.
Me: Did you seriously just say that?
Jillian: Well that’s what the woman at the Barney’s counter told me.
Bri: Jillian you have something in your hair.
Me: It’s a piece of cookie.
Jillian: How do you know when you’re fat? When you have cookie remnants in your hair and don’t even realize it.
Me: Yeah, well I was about to grab it and eat it before you moved it away.
Jillian: How do you know when you have fat friends? When they try to eat it.
Bri: Did you just drink that entire bottle of white wine to yourself?
Me: No! Kelsey had almost a glass. I think.
On the TV Show “Girls”:
Jillian: Girls is the new Sex and the city.
Kelsey: Girls is nothing like Sex and the City.
Jillian: Yes it is! Except they are younger. And broke. But still trying to figure it out all out. Just like us!
Me: But they are even younger than us and none of us are really broke.
Jillian: Whatever. I meant it was like Sex and the City but not really like Sex and the City, okay?
Jillian: I’m totally Marnie.
Me: No, you’re more like Jessa. Who am I?
Jillian: Well you are not Shoshanna and you’re definitely not Marnie. Or Jessa.
Me: So what, are you saying I’m Hannah? I am so not Hannah.
Bri: I’m totally Hannah.
Via text message Sunday night:
Me to Jillian: I just watched the new Girls. You would totally snot rocket me.
The next day:
Jillian: btw – I would not snot rocket – I love you too much to do that.
….and these were the few conversations that were remotely blog appropriate. I’m certain my mother-in-law would have a heart attack if I posted some of our other topics of discussion. Patty – I’m looking out for you!
For those of you that think 30 is old, fear not! Based on my conversations above, it is clear that my friends and I still have the maturity level of a 21-year-old college student.
And now, a short photo recap for your viewing pleasure:
Friday night consisted of laughter and far too much wine. On Saturday, Bri’s family organized a huge scavenger hunt for her, which was incredible and went above and beyond anything I’d ever be able to come up with on my own. It sent her all around Los Angeles and then culminated in a huge surprise party at a karaoke place. It was a blast. Sunday we moseyed around the city, went to the Hollywood Farmers’ Market (alas, no celeb spottings), did some touristy LA stuff, and then headed back to our respective cities.
All in all a very successful 30th Birthday weekend, if I do say so myself.
Happy Birthday Bri! You are very loved.
(and you still look 25)