Shanna Germain is a very good friend. The best kind of friend. The kind I can jump into bed with on a moment's notice -- hee! The kind I can hang out with and talk about ANYTHING. And I really do mean anything. She doesn't judge. Doesn't squint or squirm. Just blushes and giggles and listens.
The "bedding beauties" photos on Alison's site and Shanna's blog bring back some great memories, yes they do! It is a great feeling to be comfortable enough with one's body to get in front of the camera -- and it's been a long time coming for me.
I thought it would be fun jump in here and add a few "behind the scenes" shots, you know, like rock stars have. The party before the party. The "girls just want to have fun" pics. We met at the Bubble Tea cafe on a weekday morning. We noshed on enormous cheesy meat-slathered bagels and asked for extra whipped cream on our mochas. We vented about life's little situations -- a happy, sweet sort of bitching. Then we shopped. Oh, we shopped. The funny thing is, neither of us is classically a "shopper." Not that we don't spend money. Smile. Just that we know what we want and we buy it. Lolly gagging ain't our bag. But this time we really shopped. We slipped in and out of those funky little rooms. We had our grubby hands all over everything in these urban eclectic slutty sorts of shops. We laughed and hopped around. At one point, I had Shanna in a fit of hysterics on the floor in front of my little stall. The pierced, tatted shop guy didn't even notice that a half-naked woman was writhing on the ground. Guess it happens all the time. We tried on stuff we'd never buy, but always wanted to....and we sure wanted to see how it looked on our asses before we put it back on the rack.
That was a fun day too. A flying sort of day. Wings are good. So are true friends. Thanks Shanna. You know, for everything.