Lady Allison (Staff)
13-12-2006, 10:53 AM
I love my (embarrassing) best friend
She's wondering down the isle of the local IGA wearing a hot pink visor, a pink vest, 70's platform shoes and see-through beach pants. There would be nothing too embarrassing about this if she was wearing underwear, but she's not. I am sticking close to her rear to hide the view of her lovely porcelain bottom. I am not sure what people are seeing from the front.
This is not a random occasion. There was the time that she ran across a main road wearing some great chunky heels and a beautiful head scarf but nothing else other than a 50's style bathing suit (we were no where near the beach at this point).
But it doesn't end there, at the beach she wouldn't take off the heels because she had stubbed her toe (the heels were open toed by the way). She proceeded to wade through the sand with flailing arms in these shoes and then off to the water where she frolicked waving them above her head.
Then there was the time when I found her sleeping in my bathtub at a house party. She was a peaceful as a baby with her skirt around her waist. Again no underwear.
There is the time where she did her laundry at my place while we had a BBQ, dried her knickers and suspenders on the radiator in my shed on a hot summers day because they would dry quicker.
Miss Lola is queen of old fashioned glam, a girl with a lot of sass, a combination of neo 50's housewife with a twist of eccentric nanna.
This amazing lady has kept me sane through break ups, she's been my wing man at random parties, kept me upright whist drunk and on crutches, she's been my Thelma while I was Louise when we ran from the cops. Miss Lola is indeed my partner in crime.
Many a time I have wanted to pull my cardigan over my head in public embarrassment, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
She's wondering down the isle of the local IGA wearing a hot pink visor, a pink vest, 70's platform shoes and see-through beach pants. There would be nothing too embarrassing about this if she was wearing underwear, but she's not. I am sticking close to her rear to hide the view of her lovely porcelain bottom. I am not sure what people are seeing from the front.
This is not a random occasion. There was the time that she ran across a main road wearing some great chunky heels and a beautiful head scarf but nothing else other than a 50's style bathing suit (we were no where near the beach at this point).
But it doesn't end there, at the beach she wouldn't take off the heels because she had stubbed her toe (the heels were open toed by the way). She proceeded to wade through the sand with flailing arms in these shoes and then off to the water where she frolicked waving them above her head.
Then there was the time when I found her sleeping in my bathtub at a house party. She was a peaceful as a baby with her skirt around her waist. Again no underwear.
There is the time where she did her laundry at my place while we had a BBQ, dried her knickers and suspenders on the radiator in my shed on a hot summers day because they would dry quicker.
Miss Lola is queen of old fashioned glam, a girl with a lot of sass, a combination of neo 50's housewife with a twist of eccentric nanna.
This amazing lady has kept me sane through break ups, she's been my wing man at random parties, kept me upright whist drunk and on crutches, she's been my Thelma while I was Louise when we ran from the cops. Miss Lola is indeed my partner in crime.
Many a time I have wanted to pull my cardigan over my head in public embarrassment, but I wouldn't have it any other way.