[Locked to Bee]

[whattingawhat]

HOLY FUCK BEE!

I'm going to dinner at his parents tomorrow night. I'm sorta heart attacking and flailing right now and some idiot murdered someone so Boyfriend is at WORK. And he IM's me to say dinner at his Mom's house and do you see me FLAILING and SAKS does not open until 10!!!

Emotional support me! Please!

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[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD.

Wait wait wait, have you met his parents yet? I know there was discussion about parent meeting but I can't remember if parents were actually met. Is this first meeting or just sprung on you all sudden like or BOTH?

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NO! I have not met the parents. He's really good about pre-warning me because he knows I wig easy. He told me once he was thinking about introducing me to them. You know as a 'get ready this is coming' kind of thing.

Definitely a first meeting. And shoes! What does do I wear. I can not wear sex shoes. They have to be lady like shoes. Not to mention clothes and God I'm going to have a heart attack before tomorrow.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Okay. Let's breathe. You have non-sex shoes, right? If not, you live in New York, there is much shopping to be had. You will find shoes and if needs be something to wear. Um, I say don't try too hard? Like don't suddenly try to be Jackie O or anything. I mean yeah we can't be wearing the tiny skirts and the cleavage revealing stuff to meet mom and dad, but you know, still be Buffy, still dress like Buffy.

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Yeah I've got non-sex shoes. I have to have a heel though. It's like armor and I need all the armor I can get for tomorrow. Check, no cleavage revealing stuff. As if I have a cleavage to reveal but I won't be wearing something cut down to my ass in the back either. No showing off the tramp stamp. I've got cute capris and normal tops I can wear. I mean I knew this was an option but I just thought it was an option later. Okay breathing. Good thing I finally got around to that part of it huh?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey, I completely understand. I don't even buy wedges anymore. I need my heels. I need that "Girl On Fire" feeling. I have like two pairs of sneakers, everything else is heels.

Capris, yes, that sounds good. That's good 'meet the parents' clothing, and I don't mean the cringe-inducing Ben Stiller movie.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

That's so me. I do the bouncy, curly, girly hair too as part of my 'armor'. It makes me feel better going into a fight (metaphorical or literal) with pretty hair. I don't do it for every slay day but for when I know it's going to be a fight and not a cake walk, pretty hair.

LOL Pyro warned me not to do anything Gaylord Focker did and I'd be alright. I think I've got something planned. Now I just have to decide whether or not we take the subway or the bike. The subway makes me a little crazy. The bike makes my hair a little crazy. It's a toss up.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't really have much choice in the bouncy curly hair department, and every time I've tried to do the sexy Catherine Zeta Jones waves I've failed miserably. Sometimes I straighten, but no one likes my hair straight, so I just go with what I got.

YES, very much so, just do not hold Gaylord up as an example and do the opposite of what he did and you'll be good to go. Ack, that's not a fair choice. Why for do the boys do that to us? Julian insists on driving convertibles. I'm like "do you not see what this is doing to my already wild?"

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

In your case, going with what you've got is a very, very good thing. It takes me and hot rollers a good while to do the bouncy curly thing. Then I have to go back with a curling iron and fix some of the curls that don't want to behave.

I *think* I can manage that. It was kinda funny. Danny gave me rules. No calling his Dad Godfather to his face and no asking him if he can get someone whacked for me. I'm like oh Baby, you know me too well. Actually, I *love* the bike. It's sexy and fun and much love for the bike BUT I'm not sure it gives me 'meet the parents' hair. He'd probably take a cab if I wanted but it'd be an expensive cab ride all the way to Staten Island and traffic is a *nightmare* here. With the bike we can just zip right up between a lane of cars. In a cab, you're just stuck.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hot rollers and lots of hairspray, I bet? Yeah, I've never had that problem. My problem is frizz. Humidity is my enemy. And really, I think mine wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have so MUCH of it.

AHAHA, yes, I think calling his dad Godfather would be a very bad idea, try very hard not to let the word vomit slip out. I was gonna ask about the cab--that so shows how little I know about New York, right? I like the windblown stuff too, I mean hell, I own a Jeep that hasn't see it's hardtop in so long I think it's forgotten what it looks like, and it's great if we're just driving around, but when we're GOING somewhere that I'd like to look nice upon arrival, it's a bad bad idea. It frizzes me out big time.

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Oh yeah. I pretty much deplete the ozone layer getting ready to save the world. Have you tried having some of it thinned out? I kinda want to hit myself just saying that but I can understand how too much of it would suck.

I know! It so wouldn't go over well. I will be biting the tip of my tongue all night to insure that the word vomit doesn't get out of hand. I don't frizz but Danny insists on helmets when we ride the bike. Which I get. He's seen enough people scraped off the street to know helmets are good. And I'm not sure even slayer healing would take care of a cracked skull. If I'm very careful with the way I put the helmet on I can get all the curliness up in there so that it actually sorta helps with the curls. If I'm not, it ends up just flat.