In honor of Fathers Day, my family split a bottle of wine at dinner. I am pretty sure I drank most of it... My brother, the smart one, had water. But it was delicious!
We laughed so much at dinner - it was glorious despite my embarassment at getting that hammered in front of my parents. Although, they were perfectly good sports about it. I think they thought it was funny more than anything.
This morning, we had breakfast with my dad's family- my aunts and uncles and grandparents. We walked around in very lovely weather near the marina and I happened upon some stunning shoes in Marmi which I had to force myself to resist. I will dream of them later...
Yesterday I resisted a spending spree at The Americana and Glendale Galleria after lunch with Myra save one pair of $3.80 earings I "treated" myself to. They're deep blue and ginormous and dangly. I may never wear them but for $3.80, I hardly care. They're great looking... I could have spent a fortune in Kitson on funny gift items and t-shirts and gorgeous handbags. But thanksfully, we had a movie to get to. FYI, The Hangover is just hilarious. I think I nearly wet myself laughing. At some parts, I had to clutch my sides and gasp for air. We walked around The Galleria after, having no more success than we really did at The Americana but it was a nice, long day.
I hardly consider myself a trendy person but spent Friday night at a VIP party in a posh Hollywood club. Well, to me it was posh though I don't know if I'd call some of the patrons on the "average person" floor posh... I'm thinking about the Don Johnson wanna-be, the bouncer with the semi-mullet and the bad dancer in the white t-shirt. BUt I digress, of course. For her 30th birthday, my friend Mona has reserved the VIP lounge on the 2nd floor of Les Deux and I forced myself, for once, to dress up a little and hit a club. Rory was kind enough to join me (he was the perfect date - we had a blast) and we drank a little, danced a little, judged a lot... I had a really great time and we didn't leave until the nice bouncer had to escort us out the VIP exit. Did you know VIP's get their own exit? I would like to be a VIP all the time, thanks. Bottle service, comped admission, sparkly cake and celebrity friends suit me. I felt up-on-high on our balcony-laden VIP suite and felt secure with the people I knew and didn't care who was skinnier than I was in that safe-room. I'm going to get "VIP since 2009" on my business cards, FYI.
You'd think something like 7 glasses of red wine would have me pooped and ready to pass out but I feel sort of wired right now. Maybe I'm still a little drunk. I'm never happy to welcome Monday to the show but I feel especially devestated to do so after outstanding weekends like this.
Monday, come at your own risk. I'm armed!