fangs for the memory

[parthenia]

Fangs
Finally went to the dentist to sort out a new veneer for one of my front teeth. The old one cracked in half when I was eating a muesli bar. That'll teach me to dabble with health food.



My practice is at the dodgy, low-rent end of town and specialises in cosmetic dentistry, so help me. They really know their market. Videos of unattractive people being made over with crowns, bleaches, veneers, implants, aaaargh, play constantly in the waiting room, waiting for all those white-trash British patients with their crooked grey teeth to walk in. Anyway. I have the choice of an NHS veneer made by a sullen work experience student in low-grade plastic, using an own-brand colour chart, just after he's had a row with the boss, or I can have it hand-tinted in the finest porcelain by a master craftsman and his band of tooth elves.

For a price.

*sigh*

Bleaargh
All this counts as nothing much next to a series of quite horrible health things happening to friends right now. I won't go into it but but I think there must be something very nasty in the water. I know some of you have been having it very rough too. *hugs* I really hate nature.

On a happier note:

Fashion
I have bought a black top from the much-hyped Kate Moss at Top shop range, having fallen into Top Shop by accident yesterday. Was very unsure about it (hideously low-cut, billowy vest-top thing) but it was lovely material and I thought it might work through osmosis; also, only thing in collection that would look even slightly acceptable on my non-Kate-Moss proportions. Got it home yesterday, checked the Top Shop website and realised I'd been wearing it the wrong way round...Am now proud owner of billowy low-backed vest top.

Also, bought linen/cotton flares from Next, in white and in tobacco brown. £18!!! They're giving them away!

The white is a really stupid choice, but I think as long as I wear strong colour on top I can get away with it. (Actually, you know you're in trouble when the model looks fat). But yay! Ready for summer!

*sun goes in*


Terribly Creative Meme

Finally, I've been persuaded to try out the Invent Me meme, nicked from ravurian

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Go ahead, invent me.

Comments

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

I'm particularly fond of thinking about that day we ended up on that picnic blanket under the willows by the lake... with your host of boys serving us grapes and designing our new fashion 'look' for the season. Your lotto win the night before had us celebrating, and ravurian's discovery of that new chocolate cake that actually takes off weight as you eat it had put me in a very cosy mood. We may have indulged a little too much in the wine, but fortunately we both have incredible alcohol tolerance, so our behaviour never wavered from our usual incredibly cool and fun chic demeanour.

And later that night, after we spent the afternoon waving the gold card at fawning shop clerks... dressed to the nines, and feeling rather good about our newly improved figures, we partied in the best way, a virtual harem of lovelies around us. Was is three, or four, society papers that begged you for photos and comments? I know the owners of all five clubs were ecstatic that we'd found the time to grace them with our presence. It's so nice to have tables held for us, isn't it?

The penthouse apartment was lovely and quiet afterwards, and it was so thoughtful of your houseboys to have those bubble baths waiting for us when we got back. I really appreciated the fresh strawberries, too. And waking in the warm morning sunlight to gentle music and a rather nice massage?

Really... why would I want to make up memories, when every single time we get together it's such a blast? My every memory of you is perfect.

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

Oh, and the beautiful red silk dress you wore, with the silver sandals. You looked so beautiful. you should make sure you contact the model agency who were circling you.

(Alcohol tolerance might be stretching fake memory too far :D)

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

lol... actually, model agency circling me would be stretching it way too far... unless they were doing a cetacean nature shoot; as with the red silk dress, unless someone was recycling a hot air balloon - Might just about get reasonable coverage with one. :D

We do rule!

ps. and I'm working on the alcohol tolerance. So far, it's improving. But damn it's taking a lot of work.

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

Oh for heaven's sake. Although, now I'm imagining a killer whale in a red silk dress, and it's highly disturbing.

[meredyth-13.livejournal.com]

*snicker*

Is it waving a whip? Does it have a lot of scared looking smaller false killer whales hovering trying to look helpful, and wearing leather and collars?

[jonem.livejournal.com]

Metaquoted!

I laughed out loud, I must confess.

Will ponder a while on this fake memory, as I should really be preparing for a presentation. :-(

[jonem.livejournal.com]

...although have just realised that was a bit presumptuous: if you want me to remove it, I will!

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

That's OK. Memory me and you will be forgiven...

[amelia-eve.livejournal.com]

Remeber that time we went out wearing our smart white linen trousers and after a whole afternoon of shopping and tea there were still no stains on either of us?

You said something that never happened!

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

Yes! Also, I managed to ride my bike without getting oil stains on them, and came in on the train without getting chewing gum stuck to them - truly they were a very practical buy.

[amelia-eve.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking I'll wear mine to the beach next!

[jonem.livejournal.com]

It has to be the time we took the ferry to Calais: you, to fulfill a longstanding dream to renact the Titanic 'King of the World' scene (albeit on the cheap), me to stock up on cheap vino.

Oh, the laughs we had, your arms outstretched in the wind, me giggling insanely. Sneaking some of the aforementioned cheap vino behind the backs of the stewards - as you said, why pay outrageous bar prices when we have the good stuff in our hand-luggage?

The moment of utter serenity as the sun went down over the Channel, the water tinged a dusky-pink... bliss.

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

The moment ruined by that unseemly dash for the lifeboats - how the captain failed to spot that supertanker, I'll never know.