The Sisterhood of the Traveling Tiaras

One Saturday afternoon I was sitting on my mat in yoga class, preparing myself emotionally to bend like Gumby, when my friend and former co-worker Bamalama, who was seated on the mat next to me informed me of the plan.

"All of the librarians are going to go see Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants on the night it opens. And we're wearing tiaras! Are you in?"

"Oh hell yeah!" I said, noticing Bamalama's hubby and my boyfriend avoiding all eye contact with us and whistling.

"Don't worry. You guys aren't invited." she informed them, much to their obvious relief. But who cared what those silly boys thought! I've never been one to pass up the chance to wear a tiara or the chance to hang with the librarians. And I loved the book that the movie was based on. I'm not ashamed to admit it. It was great!

The fateful Friday night finally arrived. I broke out my tiara and headed for the theater. The stars must have been oddly aligned, as I was the first to arrive. What the hell? I guess some librarians were too busy getting liquored up in their tiaras.... Oh wow, the stars really were oddly aligned, as *I* was stone-cold sober at the movies, seeing a teen flick in a tiara. Ah well, I had a latte with me. Caffeine is my new drug of choice. That and Zoloft. But I digress. I was there to see a movie! Hurry up librarians!

The first to arrive was Jujube, stunningly crowned in silver sparkly gorgeousness. "I couldn't wait to get out of work to kick back with the girls in my tiara!" she proclaimed. "I just love Tiara Fridays!"

The rest of the girls arrived shortly, and my did they look fabulous! Oh, I'm afraid we don't do much to dispel that "hot librarian" stereotype. But why would we want to?

Bamalama had forgotten her tiara, but Meadowlark came to the rescue with one that was all the colors of the rainbow. Ooh-la-la. Bamalama wore the Pride Tiara with much much pride. Meadowlark, Rochel Rochel, and Tay Tay were the picture of royalty in their beautiful sparkly crowns.

We made our entrance into the theater, pausing to let the crowd take us in. As we passed, people pointed in awe at our beauty. At least I think that's what they were pointing at. "What are you girls celebrating?" a woman asked.

"We're librarians!" said Meadowlark, and that was the only explanation necessary.

If you haven't heard, this movie is about four teenage best friends who find a pair of magical jeans that fit all of them, even though they are a variety of shapes and sizes. They send the pants back and forth to each other over the summer, as they are all vacationing in different locations. The pants seem to make special things happen: Lena (the shy artist, who is also a Gilmore Girl) meets a scrumptious man sample while visiting her grandparents in Greece. Bridget (the sporty girl, who looks annoyingly like a supermodel) scores big at soccer camp...in more ways than one. Tibby (the moody film maker) makes a documentary and meets a friend who changes her life and Carmen (the fiesty Latina) confronts the father who abandoned her for Stepford.

It may sound like crap, but dammit it was good! We laughed, we cried, we laughed more when Bamalama started sobbing. It was great fun. So take it from the librarians. See Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with your own sisterhood. And don't forget your tiara.

-Gigi 06.19.05