Well, thank God the holidays are over. Also? Poor Dick Clark. Do you think he keeps insisting on coming back each year or do the powers that be make him do it?
Did you change all your calendars? Did you? Because it bugs me when people have up the wrong calendar. Who got me the yoga dogs calendar? Because I have it up in here.I know I sound like an ass, but so many of you sent me gifts, and I took them out of the boxes and piled them up, and then I didn't have return addresses and I asked y'all very kindly to send me your addresses so I could write proper thank you notes and NO ONE HAS DONE SO, so my rudeness is totally your fault.
Anyway, thanks for the yoga dogs calendar. Reader…Person. I know. I suck. It was an embarrassment of riches this year.
Last night Pal From MA and I got all dolled up and went to a fancy dinner.
We had Tootsie Rolls. BAH! This is from when we got pedicures yesterday and they had a bowl of Tootsie Rolls at the little sit-there-and-dry station and we spent 100 minutes giggling that they looked like poop, because once you're three years old with someone that apparently never stops.
Here is me in a before-getting-ready shot, with that kitten with whom I am unobsessed. She wandered over to Tallulah's dish this morning during breakfast and Talu was not the picture of Southern hospitality. Still. Blind or not, she's gotta learn the rules. And yes, I DO have a Saturday Night Fever autographed framed picture. Sue me. And Hello Kitty duct tape. From…a reader. Thanks. Reader.
Here I am after. With Edsel and his blue toy. With which he is obsessed. Look at brave Pal, leaving her shoes out over there. Am surprised she did not have to go to the restaurant shoeless like Betty Rubble.
We went a little early to get a drink at the bar, and it was filled with people partayying. There was one woman with a very handsome older man, and she had a miniskirt on that unzipped both at the top and bottom. We were fascinated by her. What would make you wear such a sleazeldy thing to a highfalutin' restaurant? We decided gold-digger. Then we wondered why we weren't smart enough to be gold-diggers. Then we wondered if we could reach over and simultaneously zip and and down on her skirt but never got the nerve.
There was also a woman wearing a sweet white filmy dress with a black furry scarf and combat boots and I thought she looked hot and Pal didn't like the combo. I th0ught it was edgy and Pal just thought it was goofy. We decided we will never fight over men or if we decide to swing the other way, women.
She goes for incredibly normal pretty boys. Blech.
She has met Tall Boy and Dick Whitman, though, and has adored both of them, by the way.
We had two appetizers, and Pal had a big salad, and then the meal came and we were like, Why did we order food? We're stuffed. So we got 39459594 to-go boxes and got home at about 11:15. Where we got into our jams and watched poor Dick Clark.
PartAYYYYYY at 12:00 around here. Is what I am telling you. Raise the roof. Drop it like it's hot. Or whatever.
Today we're going to the movies with Dick Whitman, because apparently it's all Dick all the time, so to speak, and also at noon I am dragging Pal to a huge meditation thing downtown. There is a public meditation anyone can go to. She wants to go about as much as I'd want to go to an all-day cilantro-eating mime fest. Nevertheless, going she is. What, is it gonna KILL her to have one introspective quiet moment? Geez.
We can close our eyes and think about poop. Also, how much do I enjoy me for saying "public meditation anyone can go to"?
Happy new year!