From the Pearl meeting to Saburo's to The Basement
I like how we started out in the Pearl, and our crawl progressively got "dive-ier" as the night went on. We ended with PBR's at The Basement. I'm starting to wonder, "What the hell am I doing??????"
Dancing under the stars, dark nailpolish, The Acorn, camping at the Pod, Chainsaw and Nordy, Collins Beach, cute dresses, foreign accents, cupcakes for breakfast, picnics in the woods, Target, horoscopes, sending cards to friends and family, The Saints & The Steelers, bubble baths, oven-roasted garlic, my two fab-julous sisters- Habes & Que-Sarah, shiny lipgloss, nighttime, good friends, wild mushroom risotto, French films, highly-fragranced candles, having friends over for dinner, sipping champagne, Momrey, reading before bed, learning about Cuba, affection, organic anything, laughing out loud, expensive cars, great literature, french fries, solitude, leaving funny messages on answering machines, good manners, Aspen trees, diamonds, sleeping in, Bubblicious gum, Natasha's fried rice, pink Stargazer Lilies, Lifetime TV, being snuggly, white chocolate, Monopoly, Kanye West, late movies, kissing, traveling the world on red-eye flights, altruism, Diet Coke, Rhi in Pink . . .
. . . Anything that glitters, chicken salad sandwiches from Boccherini's, color-coded closets, boys who I think I love but end up destroying my life, Oregon, being creative, cute stickers, Maya Angelou, happy endings, unposed pictures, remembering other people's birthdays, Isabella Fiore bags, bubbles, Cyprus, peace signs, Monica and her darling family, bacon, Glamour's "Hey It's Okay" page and feeling unique.
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