theoretically we're going museuming today. despite going to bed late after dyeing liz's hair (not too successfully), deciding not to dye rick's hair and leaving my hair alone -- although i will forever carry with me a bottle of Clairol Auburn -- we woke up before 11. still haven't gotten going exactly yet.
i guess we're still recooperating from Conversation yesterday. talktalktalk. while watching more SATC (we're all compulsive, not just me) we discussed possible futures:
[me: so what you're saying is, if you found one person who you loved and had great sex with, you'd be depressed to be with that person alone for your entire life?
alexandra: yes!]
on to Tryst where we second-hand smoked until we were all dizzy and drank til thoroughly caffeinated. back to rick's house to drop off his car and say hello to his brother, who had an ill-timed confession for liz that threw her for a loop. dealt with that. back to liz's. slept three to a bed during which time i dreamt about bags and thought rick was a cat.

lana's back -- went to the Seed with her yesterday. bought a possible bag, though it's ugly. not as ugly as some, i guess. rick's painting liz's nails. this is the shit i will miss in europe.