Saturday, December 12, 2009


It was a Walk down Memory Lane this morning at 7th and Montana as Hanna, formerly known as Pajama Girl, reminisced with Screenwriter Nat and me about her Pajama-filled past. On a fateful Winter's day -- back on January 21 to be exact -- I first realized Hanna was "on to me." She made the scene that day wearing Plaid PJs and a clashing sweatshirt, but every time I tried to get a decent photo of her she glared at me and shook her head "no." Now, nearly a year later, the truth can finally be told. She had heard about my blog and was determined to avoid giving me any photo opportunities. But times have changed. "I sort of miss being Pajama Girl," she confided, "Maybe one of these days I'll show up in my PJs again so you can get a picture!" "Thanks," I replied, "But I don't want to stage anything ... I do have some journalistic integrity, you know!" And right then, as if on cue, a pair of Giggling Schoolgirls walked by wearing Pajamas. I asked Hanna for her professional opinion. "Well," she began, "They're much more coordinated than I was. They look more put together." "Don't knock yourself," I said, "You looked more like a Seattle Pajama Girl ... they're strictly L.A.!" Hanna continued, "They're at that age where they still call each other in advance to coordinate their outfits." They were both wearing matching pink pajama bottoms, a gray hooded sweatshirt and Ugg Boots. They even ordered the same thing: Matching Top Pot Old Fashioned Doughnuts. They giggled, then hugged each other, in unison. It was like watching Chip n' Dale at a Pajama Party. Say what you will about this new generation of Pajama Girls ... I prefer the Original!


Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

It was only a matter of time before you were found out :o) Glad you have become friends.

Beth said...

They're just wannabe's.