Sunday Drive

No, Santa didn't bring Shawn a Ferrari, just a few times around a track in one.

Sunday drive at Firebird Raceway...

Ready to take off

Me, adding a little estrogen, in the convertible pace car

(we won)

Book Club - Rules of Civility

Rules never work out very well for the book club...like, for instance, our new one this month: first half of the alphabet Divas - bring a bottle of wine to share. Seems civilized, I guess. But none of those A through M people followed directions, so the wine in my S for Sullivan glass ran out after just one serving. Whine, whine, whine. But the fun didn't run out. After the catching up on kids and partners, holidays and scatalogically embarrassing moments (ask Dr. Jaye), we jumped into a wild game of Cards Against Humanity. OMG. It's sssoooooo bad. So bad. Had us laughing for hours, even laughing as I drove home, where I, apparently, made a too wide right turn, touching my left tires on a yellow line, according to Mr.-Nice-11:00pm-where'd-he-come-from?-Scottsdale-Police-officer. Rules of Civility in action. I tried not think about the "It has to be the assless chaps" game card and stopped laughing. We chatted. He looked me up on the computer. Asked if I had a gun. Made sure I was just a nice, neighborhood girl and sent me home with a reminder to follow the rules. Like don't touch the yellow line. And bring a bottle of wine to share.

Or not.

More books from this month

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Why Your Best Friend Should Always Be Your Mom

love that kid...

Movie Madness, something different: At Middleton

It's like I was in the blizzard in NY at the NY Film Critics Series showing of At Middleton, 

 surrounded by Andy Garcia, Vera Farminga and others around the country as we all watched the movie, a quiet (kinda slow) film about a couple coming together. There was a great introduction and, later, interviews and inside scoop information.

Women Who Rock

Let's hear it for the girls. Rockin' exhibit at The MIM. The memories, the sounds, the Lady Gaga meat dress.

Steampunk

The steam engine, tesla energy - lots of imaginative stuff at the Scottsdale Civic Center Library.
Here's a cool Steampunk Metro station in Paris

Art Walk

Ohhh - Art Walk turned into date night! Lots of fellows turned up to join in the fun Eddie's Happy Hour - tea shopping, Christmas in Peru, say yes to the alpaca dress, old Arcadians, 400-something days to retirement, one more tour of duty and some cool art. Happy Thursday.

Journey to The Gladly

Old Wildcat opened his front door and walked about three blocks on a beautiful morning. Shana hopped in an elevator, rode down seven floors and zig zagged on the sidewalk around three buildings. I turned the ignition key in my car and burned about a half gallon of gas from my hood to The Gladly. We've got a long family history of ancestors sacrificing everything, struggling across continents, oceans, countries so we could come together and enjoy an easy Old Wildcat birthday lunch.

Thanks everyone.
Happy Birthday, Dad :)
It's all about the journey..

Vroom Vroom...

I'm pretty sure the valet was salivating when I pulled up in my sweet Honda Civic, almost new, sort of still clean from Saturday's run through the car wash. He probably wondered why it wasn't up on the auction block, since it's such a rare find. But I handed him some cash and went on in anyway with car freak hubby to ogle at some other pretty ponies, talk to some peeps and listen to the fast-talking auctioneer, blowing through the dollars as shiny wheels drove over the stage.

Barrett-Jackson 

Your Mama Don't Dance and Your Daddy Don't Rock 'n Roll

Oh, yes we do..

Back to the Roots

Back to Grassroots - Laurel's back with Leslie and Jo - Social Hour down the street - Sweet!

Upcoming - Equivocation

Some Shakespeare at the Mesa Arts Center

Xanadu

Go ahead, laugh if you want, but the 80s rocked. Parachute pants, shoulder pads and six inch high hair? Come on. Mashed up with an actual plot, talented actors, lots of singing, dancing and roller skating and Xanadu was a blast!

 Arizona Theatre Company

First Friday - Read

Long before I read the last page of The Goldfinch, I decided I needed more art in my life. I even thought about going to see the actual inspiration, the little birdie itself, by Dutch artist Fabritius and hunted it down at The Frick in New York, where it will be for a couple more weeks. After checking Travelocity, my schedule and the weather report, I decided instead to send in my surrogate eyes in NY, aka Amy, to view it with the throngs of book clubbers while I stayed warm and local.

Phoenix Art Museum

Saw some Picassos, this eerie
Frida Kahlo piece, which, after being missing for decades, showed up on the doorstep of the Phoenix Art Museum,

listened to a lively concert,

and got to know what a real bad ass Madeleine Albright really is in this must-see exhibit - talk about inspiration -

better watch out if she's wearing a bee brooch...