I See London, I See France

Holly Go Brightly: Anything fun tonight?

Am I The IS: I don’t know. I was invited to a Burlesque party, but it’s sort of not my thing and I’m exhausted.

Holly Go Brightly: You should take it easy; the shows start soon.

Am I The IS: Shouldn’t I go for the experience?

Holly Go Brightly: I can’t picture you digging it. You squirm during The L Word!

Am I The IS: Maybe there will be cool guys there? I’m pretty good at international exchanges.

Holly Go Brightly: You’re an expert. But you’re forgetting one thing. If it’s a Burlesque party, none of these guys are going to be looking at you.

Holly Go Brightly: They’re going to be looking at strippers wearing pasties.

Am I The IS: Oooh. Right. You are so right.

Holly Go Brightly: Tu sais?

Am I The IS: Yeah. Um. I’m gonna eat some grapes on my bed now.

[ALYSON HANNIGAN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

2 Responses to “I See London, I See France”

  1. lulu says:

    you wont go to a party where youre not the center of attention? wow..

    actually thought at what party is your ugly ass ever the center of attention?

  2. Emily says:

    Wow – I can’t decide what’s more stupid about “Lulu.” Is it that she lacks the reading comprehension skills to understand what this post is about? Or that she resorts to anonymously calling people ugly on niche blogs? Either way, she’s missing out on the best part – the Charlotte Ronson underwear!

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