I’m serious not just ballsy

Show me your saucy face.

Alright, lets call the rest of this post THE CAT CAME BACK.

What’s up dress. Has a bit of a Caribbean vibe to it a little. The yellow is actually on the fluorescent side too.

On the last day in Aruba I made more makeup effort because I was defs going to see Steve at the airport. My hair looks totally fried from the ocean hey? Ragamuffin Raymi.

The tint from the window is why everything looks this way.

It was a groovy time.

Exhausted plus maje heat. One hour-ish til flight. Our airline would be a ghost town with tumbleweeds and crickets by the time we made it to airport. Unacceptable. We were getting off that island that afternoon no matter what.

I was still pretty choked up at the time of this video. One low to one high instantly, the possibility of missing our flight to being squeezed through lickity split was spectacular, funny how the ladies can pull it together when forced. Have fun in Turks, jerks.

Leg room. FOR ONCE.

Shining Time Station smooth.

These shots are mirror checks actually I wanted to see if my tears melted my makeup off. No matter what though you will always look like a total idiot taking a picture of yourself at an airport no matter the slob-factor of the peeps looking down on you. I wanted to be as far away from everyone at that point. I had to comb the entire airport for a can of soda then the cashier woman was gruff and passive aggressive to me and made me wait longer. My eyes bulged out of my head at her and I went, “REALLY!” threw the money down and did the thirty yard dash to this wall for a little breather.

Then I changed in to airplane clothes cos we were chilly on the way over. Don’t I look like a secret lesbian ventriloquist who cameos on variety shows? That’s my Killigrew shirt and my 3F vest, both very cool Raymi approved brands.

I was photo-blocking Georgia I guess but also did not really understand what was going on here. Like, why can’t you get a photo of me? Like I asked. Four hundred times. Mom.

Look how weird that airport is. Love it. And Lolo Love you. Mom, yeah you’re cool too.

And so my plane DOESN’T fall from the sky and crash which I was paro of the entire time on my trip because I can relax like that (can’t) and we have our nice private little honeymooner’s reunion and it was a very fun evening. Overtired for sure, my suitcase was fun to rifle through. I partied in my red monokini (I will be rocking tomorrow n the boat!) and we watched The Notebook. Photos of Steve’s tissue mountain further down this post

I look like airplane garbage but whatever. We were so clingy this evening ahaha so funny like please don’t go out of my sight while I go get my chapstick I WILL JUST DIE.

I wonder where that ring went.

I wanted to get in absolutely everything, all bling.

I was vacation skinny too.

Steve is a wizard. He obeys all signs, listens to/acknowledges them, so we try to keep it positive and luckily chinese food has rained some good ones down on him and done all the manipulating for me ahah thanks Lee Garden or whomever.

Welcome to The Notebook, party viewing of two.

It was uber lovey dovey romantic. He said to all past chicks that he would only watch The Notebook with the woman he would marry. If I were those chicks I would have gotten the message right away if this bro wouldn’t watch the Notebook with me and said something like that, right. Anyway, I knew of this before I went away and I was like, okay, I will wear him down (easily) and we WILL watch The Notebook and that will be that.

It was really funny after a point how much crying was going on!

And my eyes were pure bloodshot too it was like, alright go to bed people. Vince at the Salon said there was a pool running on how late he’d be in to work oh Loverboy with champagne and strawberries having a late morning renaissance but no, Steve is an on time kind of guy so he comes strolling in like a peacock (I am sure) whenever his first client is booked. There was no champagne or strawberries, I bet we consumed something but I have no recollection I can’t be expected to remember everything.

I love removing nail polish and doing my nails during couch movie time. It is holy. Steve says I am good at it too, painting my nails. Yeah I’m aiight.

I am going to let Stevesy see this post before I publish it. It is a special day. It’s two months since the day we met.

Wow entire soundtrack.

That is a little excessive no? Heheh I don’t think so at all. The day I stop making him cry will be a sad day. He watched that movie with me. Meaningful. Things have moved very fast. So what? Do I live my life like anybody else ever?

Work supplies. Gotta fly! Patio time.