"Kiss me and smile for me....."
.....'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane!!!
Ok. Here's the tentative itenrary.
Tomorrow afternoon(1;45 roughly)I depart from Nashville, TN. At 9:00pm, I will arrive in Santa Anna, CA to spend 5 fun-filled, action-packed days with my breast friend, tequilalove in celebrity-infested L.A.(NOT lower AL)!!! It's been 2 years since I've seen her in the flesh, and she's now of legal drinking age....and oh MY my tolerance is not QUITE what it was once upon a fucked up time....girlie there may out-drink me.....could be playfully intriguing, but EEP! What a disgrace for me!!
So, LOOK OUT Cali-lu-yah!!
B'tween my wild-spiritedness and Carrie's flair for mischief, who could predict the crazy shit we will scheme- up on those overpopulated city streets????!!
Since this will be my first escapade west of Mississippi, Carrie dearest has assured me that my stay in Los Angeles will be amazingly memorable. Unfortunately, she and I are both in the shitter financially. So we may not eat well(high-end), but by God, we sure as hell will drink well!!
On Friday, it's up and at'um at the ass-crack of dawn b/c that day we'll be lounging and boozing it up on Mexico's salty shores!! Of course, that night we'll( inevitably) go dancing or bar-hopping with her male friends. She's arranged for us to rent a room so that we don't have to bother with her husband's ridiculous curfew. Brilliant, b/c whatever and however much alcohol we consume will undoubtedly kick my ass the following morning.
Saturday, I'll be strutting my stuff in Holly-weird!!! I'm not at liberty to say what we'll wrap ourselves around that evening, but it's a typical ritual for us girl on our rare outings.
Sunday or Monday(whichever) is designated for a shopping in Santa Monica. I know I'll be wowed by the pricyness and various west coast fashions.
Reluctantly, Tuesday I return to the back-wards, un-hip South. Although we may be behind(fashionably, intellectually, what have you) it is- and shall forever be- my homesweethome. Even if I were to uproot and make a new life elsewhere, I'd always feel........unsettled? in a foreign environment.
Momentarily I must close, as I've last minute preparations to attend to.
But first....
Going on this expedition reminds me of a game we used to play in high school drama. Which is, ironically, where Carrie and I met and befriended the other. Mr. Scott,(drama instr.) would have us gather on the classroom floor in a lop-sided semblance of a circle. Whomever he chose first would begin with-"I'm going to California and I'll bring with me my-say-liquor flask(or fill in the blank with your choice item). The next person would repeat the above sentence. How-EVER.....Besides the item they decided to bring along, they would have to name what the other person had decided to 'pack.' So, if you happened to be last, you'd be stuck remembering what 20 other people shoved in their suitcase. It was an excellent memory-strengthening device and if anyone became stumped or blanked out, hand gestures that related to the(toothbrush, sunscreen, whatever) were allowed as clues to jog one's memory.
With that said and in closing...
"I'm going to California and with me I'll plaster on my winning smile, amplify my sunny disposition, and infect anyone's acquaintance that I make with my contagious personality!!!"
Muwah.Ha.Ha.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, my dear-ones!!!
*waves and blows kisses*
-S
Ok. Here's the tentative itenrary.
Tomorrow afternoon(1;45 roughly)I depart from Nashville, TN. At 9:00pm, I will arrive in Santa Anna, CA to spend 5 fun-filled, action-packed days with my breast friend, tequilalove in celebrity-infested L.A.(NOT lower AL)!!! It's been 2 years since I've seen her in the flesh, and she's now of legal drinking age....and oh MY my tolerance is not QUITE what it was once upon a fucked up time....girlie there may out-drink me.....could be playfully intriguing, but EEP! What a disgrace for me!!
So, LOOK OUT Cali-lu-yah!!
B'tween my wild-spiritedness and Carrie's flair for mischief, who could predict the crazy shit we will scheme- up on those overpopulated city streets????!!
Since this will be my first escapade west of Mississippi, Carrie dearest has assured me that my stay in Los Angeles will be amazingly memorable. Unfortunately, she and I are both in the shitter financially. So we may not eat well(high-end), but by God, we sure as hell will drink well!!
On Friday, it's up and at'um at the ass-crack of dawn b/c that day we'll be lounging and boozing it up on Mexico's salty shores!! Of course, that night we'll( inevitably) go dancing or bar-hopping with her male friends. She's arranged for us to rent a room so that we don't have to bother with her husband's ridiculous curfew. Brilliant, b/c whatever and however much alcohol we consume will undoubtedly kick my ass the following morning.
Saturday, I'll be strutting my stuff in Holly-weird!!! I'm not at liberty to say what we'll wrap ourselves around that evening, but it's a typical ritual for us girl on our rare outings.
Sunday or Monday(whichever) is designated for a shopping in Santa Monica. I know I'll be wowed by the pricyness and various west coast fashions.
Reluctantly, Tuesday I return to the back-wards, un-hip South. Although we may be behind(fashionably, intellectually, what have you) it is- and shall forever be- my homesweethome. Even if I were to uproot and make a new life elsewhere, I'd always feel........unsettled? in a foreign environment.
Momentarily I must close, as I've last minute preparations to attend to.
But first....
Going on this expedition reminds me of a game we used to play in high school drama. Which is, ironically, where Carrie and I met and befriended the other. Mr. Scott,(drama instr.) would have us gather on the classroom floor in a lop-sided semblance of a circle. Whomever he chose first would begin with-"I'm going to California and I'll bring with me my-say-liquor flask(or fill in the blank with your choice item). The next person would repeat the above sentence. How-EVER.....Besides the item they decided to bring along, they would have to name what the other person had decided to 'pack.' So, if you happened to be last, you'd be stuck remembering what 20 other people shoved in their suitcase. It was an excellent memory-strengthening device and if anyone became stumped or blanked out, hand gestures that related to the(toothbrush, sunscreen, whatever) were allowed as clues to jog one's memory.
With that said and in closing...
"I'm going to California and with me I'll plaster on my winning smile, amplify my sunny disposition, and infect anyone's acquaintance that I make with my contagious personality!!!"
Muwah.Ha.Ha.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, my dear-ones!!!
*waves and blows kisses*
-S