never met but was sure was pinker than
Pink. I imagined a full-on sorority scene,
complete with painting our toenails
while having a Meg Ryan movie fest and
talking about how fat we’d gotten. But I
love Pink, so off I went.
Meanwhile, down in San Diego,
Pink’s best friend from college is less
than thrilled at the prospect of Pink’s
best gal pal from her New York City
days driving down from L.A. Her eyes
were also rolling at the potential
estrogen bomb, so imagine our delight
when we discovered that we were both
equally as macho. Once we realized that
the playing field wasn’t as
overwhelmingly pink as we feared it