chicks before dicks, yo.
here’s the thing. discussing the state of blogger-dom today with my fabulous, scandalous princess of pop, the singular sarah b., we realized one very key thing:
the girls of bloggerdom rock our faces so hard.
and we said to ourselves, these girls that we chat with every day, leave comments for, share funny shoe-shopping stories with, moan over boy-travails with … why are we not all in one place?
myself and the singular sarah b. both being women of action, decided to take some. oh yes.
ismat the smashingly engaged? dooce the splendiferous? fish, the queen of bicycles? babs, surely? ariel the electrolicious? anna the victorious? ari the magnificent? liz, the new topographically funny? tequila mockingbird? jackie-o, the wickedly witty? helenjane, the fantabulously fun?
girls – two nights. new york city. first night? we get our freak on. there will be dancing, and sexy, useless little tops, and to-die-for little shoes. there will be fruity cocktails and swooning bartenders. second night? it’s a slumber party. there will be pjs, and snack foods, and tear-jerker movies, and more fruity cocktails, and pillows and more pillows.
two nights. all-girl fun.
can you dig it?
then let’s do it.
revolution, baby!

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