helenjane

She is wildly pretty but not in the kind of wild pretty that’s scary or nervous-making.

(If you were wondering, that’s the best kind of pretty.)

She’s the kind of pretty that looks good at three am and seven pm and that no matter what the angle, you can always see her beautiful pretty.

But that’s not the only reason I like her. I like her also because she’s a woman who works on the world wide web. (We need lots more of those.) I ALSO like her because if it came down to it, she would participate in a cartwheel race with me.

Also, her ideas are always interesting and she smells like beach.

Helen was holding this purple box (it looked like a box of apple juice perhaps) and I heard someone say the word “wine” and I think I immediately grabbed it out of her hands without first being introduced. Rude! But she was the keeper of wine in a box! My alcoholic instinct kicked in and I couldn’t stop myself. And that was only the beginning of the madness!

We became instant best friends/sidekicks over the box wine (which is surprisingly tasty and can be drunk in public as much as you want), and it was only solidified later in the evening when we started slapping people. Then, out of nowhere (okay, maybe some people predicted it), we almost met a tragic and unhappy end when one melancholy cowboy took our game a little too seriously and almost got us beaten up. Oops! I think I even said “I’m ready to die tonight”.

I look forward to future hijinks with Helen Jane.

PS. Let me know when the magic boxes that appear out of nowhere on the street when you call their name makes it into stores. I have a feeling that I’ll be your best customer.

...she was leaving me two (2!!) boxes of Bandit. AAAH, how I adore her. (And not only for the free booze!)