Friday night was our annual games night; a night where us girls get together, drink cheap zinfandel and play stellar games such as Headbandz Jr. and Marry, Date or Dump. This year we had the zin, we had all girls in attendance, we even had the board games, but all we did was gossip! Typical, right? Well, once we got over who's been dumped, who's been to paris, who back-stabbed who, etc., we moved on, thankfully, to fashion... then the real games began.
First, I need to preface this with a brief description of what class of girls I was with. If you're picturing 5 girls dressed to the nines, hair done, lipstick pretty, trying to out-do each other by wearing all their designer pieces at once and bragging about the new tiffany bracelet their boyfriend just bought them for their yet-another-week-together anniversary - scratch that nauseating vision out of your minds, immediately. In fact, we were mostly in tights and sweats, barely wearing that morning's make-up, jewellery consisted of a beaded bracelet given to one of us girls by her student earlier that day, and we were all sitting around an ashtray inside my friend's garage on a wooden staircase when this particular topic came up.
We began to exchange stories and details about our latest finds and how little we paid for them. Eurotrash came quite close with her Jackie bag story and how she managed to cop it for $1000 less in Italy, even after converting back to CDN dollars, than what it's listed for on Gucci's site (albeit, smuggling was involved). But the girl who took the cake, a big fuschia cake, was my girl, Jor. She found a 2008 Valentino cocktail dress in her size at Holt's Last Call just a few weeks earlier. It wasn't just that the dress was drop dead gorgeous, because it is, or that it fit her like a glove, because it does, or even that its cut is so classic that I could have easily convinced all of you it was a vintage find; the dress was on sale. Big time.
Jordana's Valentino dress
So now for a eurotrash math lesson: the original price tag read $4,500, reduced to outlet price tag read $1,900, reduced to the 90% off outlet price tag read $190.00. You can't even buy two pairs of TNA pants for that price. Jor, I don't know what gods were shinning on you that day, girl, but next time I go shopping I'm taking you with me.
Like Avatar, you don't need to actually watch the Oscars to feel as though you have. The front page of the newspaper, your iGoogle homepage and friend's facebook statuses all provided bits and pieces that by 10am this morning merged into your own personal version of last night's ceremony. As a self-proclaimed hater of over-hyping topical events, so much so that her two failed attempts to watch Avatar instantly became negligible after it lost best picture, eurotrash only wants to engrave into your minds two things from last night: Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin sharing a snuggie (this one's optional) and more importantly, Sarah Jessica Parker in Chanel couture.
The Olympics have come to an end and with that, I have finally tossed my black hudson's bay CANADA t-shirt in the wash. These past two weeks eurotrash has oscillated between heineken and amaretto, rewarded her sober willpower to order healthier choice menu items with late-night supersize me's, and slept in past her alarm. First, we can blame the 3 hour time difference. Should she really have to miss Brian Williams sign off at 2am every night? What started as a quick T.V. surf after a late night clubbing became a nightly requisite. And the hockey games! She's dedicated more shooters to Crosby and Luongo in the past week than her little liver can handle. 
