Mike Klay's "
Dusty Hollow" = Epic.
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So, hello: my best friend's mother was remarried.
So, hello: My second mother has taken three different last names in the last year. Guess that's what divorcing and remarrying during the course of a year will do to a lass.
So, hello: It was one of the most beautiful weddings I'd ever seen.
So, hello: The food was delicious, of course, since the event was held at her son's fine dining restaurant.
So, hello: I got to spend time with my BFF in the city that stormed away most of her possessions and very nearly her life.
So, hello: I flounced about in a sundress, hair lookin' fire red and big and curly, while drinking and pow wowing the night away. There were many seersucker suits. There was much laughing.
So, hello: I bonded with my BFF's brother, the hero in our youth who's grown older and more human, something of a shadow of the memory we once had of him. Still, there was a glimmer of that trademark snark.
So, hello: We saw Whip It at a free screening full of the Nawlins ROLLER DERBY and a rowdy room of folks. There were giveaways. There was gold lame and felt-appliqué outfits. The film was hilarious. My favorite parts were those with the best friends, the mother/father, and the derby crew. How fierce is Eve? Just sayin'.
So, hello: Lebanese food for the freakin' WIN. FALAFEL YOU HAVE STOLEN MY HEART.
So, hello: Impromptu dance parties in my Sonata. Girl, go head, go head, get down and drop it, drop it low.
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Lovin' the discussion of happiness. Lovin' the art that frames sections of text trend; you know, that excerpting and cropping business.
Kudos to those who know which film this still is from.
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Free New Yorker Calendar/Poster
Here.
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