Aviva and I met up at a vintage clothing store near my apartment. It's called What Goes Around Comes Around. It's a chic little place where you can get 1920s couture or vintage concert t-shirts, high-end or low. Aviva should really have grabbed that leopard jumpsuit, don't you think? It screamed mommy pickup.
I didn't take the green dress, but I did get the blue cape I tried on. Take note because you'll see it again. It plays a big role in a future scene, and that's all I can say right now. Please let me address the contractually obligated recap of the recap of the previous scene. It looks as if I'm cutting Aviva off as we recap the recap of de Lesseps v. Singer case. I didn't mean to. It's just that in real life, I'm not used to gossip. I've had to practice this, too. I'd rather talk about boys, or, apparently, my breasts! Speaking of. . .what is going on with me? Before I was a Housewife, I was a run-of-the-mill single girl who I'm pretty sure didn't talk about breasts, and now I can't stop. My breasts are stealing all my scenes.
Uptown, Sonja demonstrates an in-depth understanding of the drip pattern. I was impressed and I think Rich from Zeff's was, too -- she'd be great at a crime scene. There was also some pretty hot banter going on here.
Rich: How ya doin'? I'd like to do a small water test, from your upstairs. . .down.
Sonja: Good. I'm just fixin' my skinny jeans.