Swingers.  A classic, we all know this.  It’s been relevant the last few days for many reasons.  

First, I was chatting with a Seven-mate a few days after cancellation and he was listing off the reasons I needed to join him for a movie - he was lonely, depressed, broke; a real catch.  I told him he was “so money” and he didn’t even know it.  

Then (second), I realized how much I needed a Trent in my life to tell me that too (instead I’m blogging in hopes that one day I can look back and see just how “money” this honey baby actually is; you know what I’m talking about).  

Another: whenever prospects look dim, I always consider moving back to LA, the homeland (save the emails, phone calls, text messages from friends and family all telling me to do so) and the opening montage of Swingers makes it that much more enticing.

Another: fashion.  (The reason for this blog in the first place, right?)  I’ve always been a retro girl and I thank the lord that high-waist, wide-leg pants are everywhere for my consumption right now.  Blouses are actually made of real silk these days (not the polyester of yesteryear).  Break out the red lipstick; make use of my mother’s discards that I’ve been hoarding in my closet waiting for the right complimentary piece to make it work.  It works!  And as much as I hate a midtown suit and tie, you really cannot deny the young Vince Vaughn’s Vegas get up; especially not in that ride.

Lastly, freshman year of high school, my two BFF forevers and I bonded over the infamous scene, when Mike leaves too many messages, after one of us had received a chain of these from a potential boyfriend.  Swinger chicks, for life!  How could I ever forget about this?