HEY PRETTY BABY , kate
May 11, 2010 11:22:31 GMT -5
Post by chelsea on May 11, 2010 11:22:31 GMT -5
YOU'RE JUST A PRODUCT OF LOVELINESS
She was late. Late for a very important date. How very white rabbit of her. Well the important date was visiting Kate, as her best friend had just come back from a trip to her hometown of Salem. Chelsea had been away too recently, taking a four day weekend to visit Las Vegas with a bunch of her friends, as a goodbye weekend to one of them as she was leaving the country and moving to England. It was great, she had had so much fun. Even through all the mishaps they had, from one of them falling off the bar that they had been dancing on, and breaking three of her fingers to getting into a scuffle with some scuzzy Vegas bitches to being unsuccessfully chatted up by total meathead douchebags to a minor run in with some cops - which actually turned into an amusing event because they were kinda cute and some of the girls just couldn't stop flirting. She had been back for a few days now, giving herself a day or two to get over that rough, fragile feeling she came home with, still able to hear the music from the club they were at the night before ringing in her ears along with the headache from hell.
But everything was good now, she felt refreshed and rejuvenated. If only she could be on time. It was pissing her off now, first of all this photo shoot she was working was taking far too long. And for some reason it took her forever to pack her shit away. She carried a large messenger bag around her body, a make-up box kit in one hand and a travel case in the other which was full of her hair stylist equipment. She didn't have her motorcycle with her today because the location wasn't too far away from her apartment but walking back seemed to take for-fucking-ever. People were streaming all over the street and just getting in her way. Everything and everyone seemed to be working against her, it was like some kind of conspiracy. The lights at the street-crossings were taking too long to change, people were walking to slow or standing in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy day like today, having a damn conversation. There were a bunch of guys pooling out of a store that specialised in BMX bikes that just seemed to think it was alright to hang around the entrance on their bikes and boards. She was starting to jog a little bit now, running as fast as her wee feet could take her.
Chelsea was dressed cutely in a very pin-up/rockabilly inspired style today, her hair curled and pinned up securely, with a navy blue and white bandana rolled and then tied around her head. Channelling her inner Rosie the Riveter. She had red t-shirt on with a navy blue cropped shirt over the top, that was tied at the waist. The inside of the shirt as well as the cuffs on the sleeves and the collar were red polka dot and the shirt had patches on it, like a gas attendant and it had her name on a patch too! She wore a pair of high-waist cropped jeans that her red tee shirt was tucked into so none of her flesh was exposed. She looked adorable, very retro. Especially with her red heart-shaped sunglasses and finger nails of a glossy red too. Her feet were cased in red flats but she was wishing she'd worn her biker boots now. One of her feet kept slipping out of the shoe anytime she tried to walk a little faster. She was going to go flying if she wasn't careful. But eventually, she made it back to her apartment and dumped her shit on the couch, fed her dogs and got her little bag which was black and quilted with a long strap to wear around her body.
She was out of the door before she knew it, an unlit cigarette stuck between her lips lazily and she smoked it on her way to meeting Kate. They were spending the afternoon together at the Hollywood and Highland center. Chelsea loved this place, and not just because of the 50's diner Johnny Rockets. It was a great place to shop and visit and if the store you wanted wasn't inside the complex then it was sure to be somewhere in the near vicinity around Hollywood Boulevard. She especially loved the bowling alley. She didn't know why but she really liked bowling shoes! She was determined to snatch a pair one day. It took a bus journey to get there but Chelsea didn't mind. She got to trample all over those famous names printed on stars, moving down the Walk of Fame until she was outside of the H&H and waiting for Kate just outside the main front entrance like they had agreed to do.
TAGGED FOR KATE P. SET AT HOLLYWOOD AND HIGHLAND, MID AFTERNOON. LYRIC CREDITS. CB0110