Two glorious days hitting the beach with The Lisas - kept old traditions at PB Ale and made new ones by the bay, rockin' a maxi dress, watched out for haboobs, man boobs and boobs la rue at the pool with our very own Katy Perry look-a-like and some gin 'n juice, played footsie in some prime PICA real estate, you want a tip, Four Weddings and some Crashers, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, dark chocolate cake, r u missing Sheila, trash talking until it really counted, recesssion-proof needle rollers, Mom-ing via text, Cockadoodledooooo!
I always thought I was Queen of the Desert, then I saw Priscilla, the movie. Years later, I'm still totally addicted to campy independent films, but Priscilla has always been one of my favorites. The ABBA songs! The dresses! The cat fights! The massive stiletto on top of the bus!
Priscilla cruised into my desert today, Gammage, and took us all for a fun, fun ride.
Gladly, excellent, fanTAStic, super - a lovely walk across the street to a hip new restaurant for dinner with the family, awards, passing the forks and lessons in how to fill 'er up while towing a cannon.
Not bad. Not bad at all.