Malibu Nanny : Adventures of the Former Kardashian Nanny (9780989033107) by Behan Pam

Author:Behan, Pam
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Memoir
ISBN: 9780989033107
Publisher: Smashwords
Published: 2013-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Vin Rouge

I am usually so busy I don’t have much time to socialize with friends. Thankfully, I have some friends who drag me out every now and then. Smitty loves a good party but particularly Halloween. We went to a party together last year, and now she wants me to go with her this year as well. I protest, telling her I’m too exhausted. She keeps calling, begging me to join her. I think I’ve won my case, and I’m settling in for a nice quiet evening at home with a movie, since the kids are at their dad’s house and Bruce and Kris are away.

I hear a knock on the door, and it’s Smitty with a big grin on her face. I can’t say no to someone who puts in that much effort. Smitty is dressed as a lobotomy patient, with a homemade tag that says, “Pepperdine Psych Ward.” If I’m going out, I need a costume. We search through the house, poking through the kids’ closets to find something we can make into a costume for me. I find a really long wig in Kourtney’s closet. It will have to do. I plaster my hair back with bobby pins and hair gel, put on some garish makeup, a black dress and heels, and we are good to go.

A few hours later, we are reveling with the masses at a house party near UCLA. The house is so packed and hot Smitty and I escape to the upstairs balcony overlooking the living room to catch our breath and get some air. My throat is parched, and it is my turn to get us drinks, so I head back down stairs, grab two sodas, and then turn to make my way back across the jammed “dance floor” with a can in each hand. Unfortunately, my long wig, which hangs down past my butt, catches on something. I keep going, but my wig does not. There I stand with my hair a plastered mess of gel and bobby pins.

I am mortified and try in vain to grasp both sodas in one hand while picking up my wig. I spill Coke all over myself, but finally manage to grab the errant wig, which I plop back on my head, not caring that it is terribly askew. So much for any hopes of meeting a hot guy at this college party. As I stand up, I see Smitty up on the balcony, grabbing her stomach, doubled over in fits of laughter.

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