Debbie Does Drivel

Did I mention I love girls?
We have so much fun together.
I cannot imagine that guy time is as fun or mutually fulfilling as girl time.

This past Friday, I went to a viewing party for my friend Nancy's boobs. They recently transformed from a 34A to a 36C, and she wanted to share the joy.

So, about 15 of us girls gathered at Nancy's place and dined on cupcakes (with nipples), button mushrooms, brie circles, and other circular delights.

Of course, martinis, a nice selection of wines, and hard alcohol "rounded" out the menu.

Nance had the foresight to wear a zip-up sweater, so she could just flash new guests as they walked in.
(she had on a bra, you perverts...
that is, until about 11:30).

Posters of Nancy with other big-boobed babes adorned the walls (Nance hanging out with Marilyn Monroe, etc.) and there was a blank piece of paper where the girl guests could write down pre-party quotes from their husbands/boyfriends. (Mine was:
Kev: Nancy's so cool, if I ask her she'll show me her boobs and I don't even have to go to the party.
Deb: You pervert! You can be such a pig!!!!!
Kev: Are they big?
Deb: Yeah.
Kev: That's cool.
Deb: Yeah.)

Later on in the party, we settled down and watched Barbara Walters interview Brad Pitt and George Clooney. Oh Yeah. Julia Roberts too.
Then, we leafed through People and commented on any actresses who looked like they gained weight.

We also talked about our mutual hair salons, beauty products, and where we shop for clothes.

Oh girls, girls, girls! They name is trite, and I love you!