Living in TV Land

Monday night, five of us - myself, Lui, my brother Joey, Neuf, and her BFF-who's-really-in-love-with-her-slash-the-guy-who-squats-in-our-apartment (Steven) - took my mom's Prius up to LA to attend Monica's Classy-Trashy Moving Out Party at her now ex-apartment:



Most people had opted for trashy, but I couldn't pass up an opportunity to get dolled up, and ended up looking like I'd walked off the cover of a Sex and the City DVD (specifically, Season 1). My subtle nod to "trashy" was the pearl necklace, and I was pleased to find that I wasn't the only one who'd had this idea:



But to get to my point, and I do have one. The next morning, Lui told me that one of the neighbors, who looked suspiciously like the black guy from CSI, approached him and Joey as they were standing on the balcony, and asked, "What are you standing out here for? There's three hot girls over there."

"Yeah, I know," Lui said. "One of them's my wife."

And then CSI Guy started congratulating him and saying whatever it is guys say when they think another guy's wife is hot.

"Yeah," Joey interjected. "The same one's my sister."

I relayed this immediately to Monica, who laughed and asked, "Don't you feel like the poor man's cast of Friends sometimes?"

Oh, maybe...