Kerrie Lovely

I don't like to brag, but I have the most fabulous friends ever. If you have been following my blog long enough, you know about my sister Jenny Benny and my bff Jonny.

There have been a million posts about my bff/sister/soulmate/twin Kerrie. But she deserves a tribute too, dammit! Haha.

We recently went to the carnival.


(me)


(Kerrie)

While we were riding the carousel, it occurred to me that I probably would not have survived the past few years without her by my side. I think she would say the same about me. We have both been through so much. Crazy boyfriends, girls after our boyfriends, stalkers, Morrissey, wild parties, obsessive shopping sprees, passing-out-in-the-middle-of-a-busy-street, etc.

I doubt 2010 will be much different.

To put it all into one post would be absolutely insane. It would be the longest post in the history of blogging.

So, here are a few of my favorite Kerrie and Jenny moments from 2009.

Enjoy!

"What the hell are you girls doing?!."

This photo was taken in an Urban Outfitters dressing room just moments before some bitch employee kicked us out. Apparently cigarettes and cameras aren't allowed in dressing rooms anymore?? But that takes all the fun out of things! Oh well. This was also the day we each purchased our second pairs of Jimmy Choos!!


"Will you marry me?"

Those two guys in the photo may not seem that important to you, but those Brits were actually our ONE degree of separation from the sex god Morrissey. Yes, those were his roadies! There were about ten of them. They singled us out and invited us to spend a few (six) hours in their tour bus after the concert. After several beers we not only learned everything we could have wanted to know about Moz, but we even received marriage proposals from a couple of his (young, cute, not-pictured) back up musicians. You can read the whole story here.


"I'm swimming in a size two!"

Kerrie and I tend to have parallel lives and similar problems. And sometimes we have completely opposite problems that result in the same frustrations. For instance, Kerrie lost 20 pounds in 2009 and I gained 20 pounds in 2009. We both literally could not fit into 90 percent of our closets anymore. It was humorous (for her) and sad (for me).


"Can I buy you girls a drink?"

We had been sitting at the Oak Room on a warm summer night when a polished young man approached us and offered to buy us drinks. He ravished us with adjectives about our beauty and then invited us to a party. Everything was going fine until his girlfriend showed up. Haha.


"And the winner is..."

Kerrie and I spend many Friday nights at wild parties downtown. After a few bottles glasses of champagne one night, Kerrie and I ended up the center of attention at one party last summer. Kerrie dragged me on stage during the concert and we danced for a crowd of thousands. Afterward, we took our dance moves to a street dance contest where we competed against seven other girls. I'm not sure how it happened but the audience chose me as the winner with Kerrie coming in at a close second. All I won were a pair of panties...and my pride.



"I'm going to jump the train, Jenny!"


For a long time, Kerrie and I have been living hobo-chic. In other words, we hang out by the railroad tracks downtown, dressed up in our finest designer clothing, and drink champagne and eat pink sparkly cake. It takes a certain degree of confidence to mingle with real-life hobos while wearing Prada heels and a Nanette Lepore jacket.



"I can't believe we've been together for 12 hours and I'm still not sick of you."


This is actually a vintage photo of Kerrie & me from a few years ago. I think it was the day we decided we were best friends. We spent the entire day together (8 a.m. to midnight). We went to the mall where we received Chanel makeovers, we went vintage hat shopping, we spent $200 at the fanciest French restaurant in town, and then we snuck into The Nutcracker premiere at a theater downtown.


And here are our best friends rings (matching owl rings from Forever 21)



I'm so lucky to have Kerrie in my life. Isn't she fabulous?