Francesca and I live on opposite coasts now, so we don't get to see each other nearly as often as we'd like. And so when we do get to see each other...we like to do it up.

Pretend we're still living together in L.A. and thinking about things like which bathing suit to wear on a Tuesday afternoon.

Put on sequins and red lipstick and get into a little trouble.

(Oh, okay...we got in no trouble at all. We tried, I swear, but after sacrificing ten bucks to the slot machines we decided to just cut our losses and window-shop for shoes along the Grand Canal.)