Pink and purple

OH HI. LA IS COMING TO VISIT TODAY. It's quite possible that I'll have a heart attack from all the excitement. Except I won't, because then I'd have to spend the weekend in the hospital, and that would ruin our plans. Plans that include shopping, free museum visiting (yay DC!), drinks, makeup, and likely way too much food. Plus lots of squealing about OMG WE FINALLY GET TO MEET HOW HAVE WE WAITED THIS LONG.

I'm at work right now and um, I'm not quite sure how I'm expected to get anything done, knowing that she will be arriving in just a few short hours. In fact, I started the day off right by showing up to work late. Also, I might be wearing pink in La's honor, since it's one of her favorite colors.

But seriously, isn't it crazy how worried we are over the impressions we'll make on other women? I almost feel like I'm preparing for a date here. What will I wear? What if she thinks I'm fat? What if she doesn't like my makeup? WHAT IF I SMELL?

And the weirdest part is that I KNOW that even if she showed up at the airport dressed in clothes that I hated, wearing neon makeup and smelling strongly of B.O., I WOULD STILL LIKE HER. And yet, I'm over here all freaking out that she won't like me because of some equally superficial reason. Even though I know she's not shallow like that. It's all in my head. But it makes me a little depressed that we can all get so judgy on each other that even when we're meeting someone we know WON'T judge us like that, we STILL freak out about needing to come across as completely perfect.

But I'm not freaking out THAT much, because it's La, and she's amazing! And I know that she wouldn't hate me even if I did smell, despite her strong preference for good personal hygiene. And we are going to have a fabulous weekend.

And also? I was just talking to La, and she wore purple today in my honor, the same way I wore pink in hers. If that doesn't scream serendipity, I don't know what does.