1. Birthday party: mine. I love my friends. Loved the night. Loved DC Celine's fantabulous boots. Loved the Botox gift cert my husband got me, even though he hates the thought of it. Loved seeing all of my disperate groups of friends getting together and making new friends. Loved my Johnny Cash auction book from Sotheby's (thanks B2!) and all of the other so very thoughtful things I rec'd despite ze no gifting policy (notes en route!).
2. Day: this one. Because RIGHT NOW, I'm sitting on a bench. On a beach. In La Jolla. It's 80 degrees, and I just finished a private tour of a famed architect's sicksicksick home. Oh, and I'm eating a chocolate chip cookie the size of my head.
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Damn! I'm jealous!
Happy Birthday!
Disparate friends coming together & making friends is the best...
And I love my boots, too, if you hadn't noticed. I'm worse than Auntie Dalia talking about her bachelor son Ernie.
And if you're in La Jolla for work, I officially hate you. I come to Atlanta (the south, mind you), and it's colder here than at home.
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